#descendants detention slips

[hannahhook7744]

The Stormbringer Crew Detention Slips Part 1;

(Yes. He got double detention that day. Yes he did not attend).

(Yes. He got double detention that day. No, he didn't attend either of them. 2nd one was supposed to say 4:20 Pm).

(They should have known this was gonna happen).

[iniquitousyearning]

tom riddle. | this is your punishment

PAIRING: tom riddle x fem!reader

SUMMARY: prefect tom riddle catches you breaking the rules again, and this time decides to provide a different type of punishment he’s certain you won’t soon forget.

WORD COUNT: 4.7k

TAGS: 18+, SMUT MDNI, dubcon (entirely consensual), dom!tom, brat!reader, BDSM (light), intense humiliation kink, sexual punishment/ forced orgasm, inappropriate use of magic/spells, clit-stim orgasm, begging.

You had thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes to dance with disaster. Thirty minutes to dodge destruction. Thirty minutes to descend into the depths of the library, infiltrate the restricted section, slip the book on occlumency you clandestinely borrowed back into its rightful place, and ascend back to your dormitory before the harbinger of your nightmares—Head Prefect Tom Riddle—emerges from the prefects' bathroom and winds his way back down to the dungeons.

Thirty minutes felt like both an eternity and a heartbeat. The weight of impending doom pressing down on your chest as you crept through the darkened corridors, each shadow a lurking menace, each creak of the ancient floorboards a deafening scream that could betray your presence.

And though the stakes were disastrously high, you weren't entirely worried; you knew Tom Riddle's schedule as intimately as the lines on your palm, and he was nothing if not a creature of habit. But of course, there was always the chance. The slim, terrifying possibility that he might deviate from his usual routine. And being caught by him was the absolute last thing you needed right now.

Every second felt like a blade poised above your head, ready to drop at the slightest misstep. It was no secret that Tom Riddle had it out for you. By now, it was practically etched into the very stones of Hogwarts, a fact as immutable as gravity. Everywhere you went, every step you took, he was always there—watching, waiting, eager to catch you in some transgression.

The relentless scrutiny was exhausting. The number of detentions you'd served was staggering, the punishments you'd endured endless. Not to mention the droning, entirely condescending lectures and disappointed yet gleeful stares he always made sure to give you as he personally hauled you to Dumbledores office.

It was all bullshit, and certainly had nothing to do with your frequent rule-breaking or constant sneaking around. No, of course not. You most definitely never toed the line. You were as innocent as they come. As pure as the driven snow. In your mind it all boiled down to the fact that Tom Riddle had it out for you, plain and fucking simple. A personal vendetta written into the fabrication of his identity.

Because even if he did. Even if he did somehow manage to track you and uncover your clandestine activities by just being the perceptive cunning bastard that he is, there are certain things that simply defy logic. Some occurrences that just don't add up.

There are just some instances that can't be explained, save for the simplest conclusion: Tom Riddle has been inside your mind for months.

And that was precisely why you sought out the book on Occlumency—you needed it. Needed to learn how to block Tom out because if he wanted to play mind games, you were determined to play better. You were determined to keep up.

You knew Tom took pleasure in continually getting one step ahead of you, and as much as it utterly ticked you off—perhaps a twisted part of you enjoyed being caught by him—savoured the banter you shared including his threats that next time he'd take matters into his own hands, since even Dumbledore was growing tired of your antics. Perhaps you revelled in provoking him, in defying him like no other student dared, relishing the thrill of the chase.

Perhaps you simply loved to hate him. Because he was always so goddamn good at everything, always in control. It was maddening, intoxicating, and you couldn't deny the rush it gave you. His perfection was a thorn in your side, and yet, you craved it, sought it out like a moth to a flame, even if you'd never admit it.

Not to yourself, and most definitely not to him.

As the night droned on, you managed to make it to the library unscathed, slipping into the restricted section unseen. Everything was going according to plan, not a soul around to forsake you. And yet, just as you slipped the book back onto its origin shelf, you heard a distant yet distinct voice, accompanied by the determined clacking of perfectly polished dress shoes.

"—ah, yes. I believe I informed him that I would have an answer by tomorrow evening."

That voice. You could never fucking mistake it.

"—well, yes, Mr.Riddle—but he said—"

"No matter." The footsteps ceased. "You'll both await my determination until tomorrow's eve. Continue pressing and I will see to make you wait two more."

The bile rose in your throat, threatening to spill over onto the floor beneath you. His arrogance had always been a towering monument, casting shadows that seemed to suffocate all reason. Sure, he was the brightest star in the firmament, undeniably brilliant with features rivaling the gods themselves—chiseled jawline, captivating dark eyes—practically born to bask in his own glory.

Yet, for all his outward perfection, his self-assurance bordered on the verge of the grotesque.

"—yes, o-of course, Mr. Riddle..." you stifled a distasteful scoff. You weren't sure how that individual was even standing with such lack of spine. "—t-thank you, sir."

You didn't stick around to hear a response or the lack thereof. The voices were far enough to keep you breathing but close enough to damn near make you faint because you knew he was most likely just outside the iron gates. You couldn't afford to ponder the improbability of his presence or the surrealness of your predicament. You had to move—deeper, further out of sight.

Which was going perfectly well until you rounded a corner with a little too much intensity and collided directly into a small round table. The sharp screech of wood against wood cutting through the thick silence like a blade, echoing ominously in the vast, dim library. Panic seized you, every nerve electrified, as if the table's cry had been your own.

And it was roughly ten devastating seconds after this that you heard the creak of the iron gates opening behind you, and those same polished footsteps drawing forward with haste.

Fucking hell.

You'd spent enough time in the Forbidden Forest to know how to keep your calm, to know how to effectively avoid being noticed—how to silence your footsteps and slip around obstacles without leaving a trace, how to mask your scent with earth and leaves, how to blend into the shadows to avoid becoming prey to the creatures that lurk in the depths. Yet, the only predator you'd never been able to successfully evade was the one you were currently running from.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

A shadow that clung to you, a hunter whose senses were always sharper, whose instincts were always keener. No matter how well you hid, he always seemed to find you, as if he could sense the very beat of your heart.

Tonight—to your naive surprise, was no different.

"Think you can hide from me, do you?" Tom's voice slithered through the narrow gap between the shelves, smooth and dark as midnight. "Not quite stealthy enough, I'm afraid."

You pressed your back against the cold wood, trying to steady your breathing, but his words seemed to wrap around your throat, squeezing the air out of your lungs and replacing it with something dizzying.

"Why don't you come out, little snake?" He purred, his footsteps drawing closer, each one a death knell. "We both know how this game ends."

Little snake. Two words that rooted you to the spot. It was impossible, inconceivable that he could know it was you. Yet the nickname, the venomous familiarity of it, left no room for doubt.

You slipped around the corner, the two of you making calculated moves like chess pieces. Your board was one of evasion, his one of domination. The gates were in clear view now as you paused to determine his position, silently mapping the space between here and there, certain that if you ran fast enough you could make it—if you moved quietly enough he wouldn't know which direction you were heading.

"You're only making this worse for yourself, darling." Arrogance so thick you weren't sure how he wasn't choking on it. And as much as you detested it, something about it sparked heat between your thighs. "You know I always win."

With the desperation of a cornered, wounded animal, you decided you were done playing and began making a silent yet brisk path toward the gates. You knew you could get about three shelves deep before you needed to take cover again. The silence was deafening, urging you to move faster.

And just as you were about to reach your next hiding spot, just about to duck back in between the shelves, a sudden sensation of pressure coiled around your ankle, cementing you to the spot.

"What the f-"

It was as if the very air had turned to iron, suffocating you with its weight. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared down, disbelief flooding your senses. The once innocuous carpet beneath your feet now glowed with enchantment, its fibres twisting and contorting, snaking around your ankles and climbing steadily up your calves.

"There she is." It was an echo from behind you, deep vocal inflection choking you with its pride. "Always so deliciously predictable.”

The fibres wound tightly around your upper calves, constricting tighter against your leggings as you squirmed, struggling to free yourself. Tom appeared beside you with a leisurely saunter, his smirk so smug it seemed almost tangible.

Your frustration bubbled over into a groan of disbelief. "You charmed the fucking carpet?"

"Of course," Tom replied. "Why do things the hard way when magic can do it for you?" He stepped closer, his eyes roaming over you, drinking in your entirety, running the tip of his wand up your arm. "You should know, little snake, I always find a way to catch my prey."

You watched as two dark eyes dipped low, lingering over the thickness of your thighs, fighting against the tendrils of the enchanted carpet that had now crawled tightly around them. You certainly felt like captured prey, tangled in a web of his making, awaiting his next move—and he certainly didn't miss how tantalizingly prepared for him you were, like a gift waiting to be unravelled.

"Impressive, Riddle—you've really outdone yourself this time," you spat the words through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to smack his wand away, battling the unwanted heat pooling in your core. It was the way he was looking at you. The way you wanted him to keep doing it. "Guess you can add 'carpet tamer' to your long list of accolades now, huh?"

Tom huffed, a glint of amusement dancing in his dark eyes as he forced them up to meet yours. The corners of his lips curled upward in a smirk, every pore radiating control. He looked at you as though you were a puzzle he had already solved, a game he had already won.

"Now now, darling, no need to be so dramatic." His free hand reached up and grasped your jaw, kinking your neck back as he stepped closer to you. "Though, I think 'little fucking brat tamer' might be the more notable achievement to add to the list."

Your stomach leapt, your teeth sinking into your tongue for a moment as you fought to gather your sanity. Your defiance was draining like sand in an hourglass.

"Hm." You huffed, the grip on your jaw firm as steel. "Quite the mouthful."

"So I've been told," he shot back, his eyes glinting like shards of glass under the dim light. "You'd know all about mouthfuls, wouldn't you?"

"You fucking wish." You hoped he did.

His smirk deepened, his fingers digging into your skin like iron claws. You could tell he was amused by you, as though you'd just delivered the punchline of the century, as though you were the world's most revered stand-up comedian. It was maddeningly infuriating and dangerously captivating all at once.

"Still wielding that weapon of a tongue, even when you've so clearly lost." He remarked with a click of his own tongue, releasing his grip on your jaw. Stepping back, his eyes devoured the sight of his spell tangled around your thighs. You caught the tension in his jaw before his eyes snapped back to yours. "Tell me, little snake, do you know why I admire this spell so much?"

Your gaze remained fixed on him, anticipation crawling over your skin like a colony of ants as he scrutinized you. You offer him a shake of your head, a scowl etched deep on your features. "Can't read your mind, Riddle. Not everyone is a skilled Legilimens like yourself."

Tom's chuckle rang out, swallowed by the thick tension in the air, suffusing the oxygen you desperately tried to gulp down. He moved to circle you, and you felt his presence looming behind you, his body brushing against yours like a whisper in the wind. One hand found your hip, however softly, as though he was reluctant to touch you.

"It's a very versatile spell, darling," he dismissed your sass, his voice stripped of all emotion as his lips hovered closer to your ear. "The best part being...I know exactly how to manipulate it to get you to listen."

Words withered on your tongue, attitude wilting in your lungs, and oxygen fleeing from your veins—never to return. Tom's looming presence behind you was enough to make your chest constrict, but his words—his words were a different beast altogether. In the countless times he's caught you, never once did you imagine yourself here, like this, with him.

And never once did you imagine yourself enjoying it this fucking much.

"One might describe it as remarkably adaptable, catering to a multitude of desires..." his hand floated away from your hip, his fingers subtly dancing—the coils responding to his ministrations and slithering higher up your thighs. "And you, little brat, have a plethora of desires at this moment, do you not?"

Your jaw nearly smacked the floor as you watched him command the spell without the aid of his wand. You felt your stomach twist into an iron knot, something heating your blood to flame. Perhaps you underestimated him, perhaps you-

"F-fuck-" you gasped as the charmed fibres slithered between your thighs, coiling higher and higher, wrapping around your waist and ensnaring your arms at your sides. The pressure on your cunt sent your head reeling, your entire body quivering. "Tom...what..."

You know Tom is just beaming with satisfaction, the tremor in your voice eliciting a low growl from deep within him as his hold on your hip resumes, his lips teasing the sensitive skin behind your ear.

"Speak up, little doll, articulate your thoughts," he murmured, his words dripping with cunning like poison. "I know you possess an abundance of them."

You suppress a groan, squirming in a futile attempt to free your wrists, to move against the relentless hold. The heat of Tom's presence behind you has your senses in a frenzy. Your head spinning, your body silently yearning for more. You despise how much you're enjoying this, whatever this even is.

You whimper, lids fluttering. "This...this isn't fair..."

"Neither is disobeying the rules every fucking chance you get—but here we are," his hand brushed against your thigh, fingertips barely grazing, his voice drifting further from your ear. "You should understand, this is all your own doing...the charm merely responds to your desires, adapting to fulfill them.”

That insufferable bastard. The list of descriptors you'd use to paint his portrait would stretch longer than the very library you're standing in, and then some. Every time you think you've unraveled his mysteries, he unveils another layer that exposes just how brilliantly twisted he truly is. How charming. How intoxicating.

You loathe him, relish in despising every fiber of his being. Yet you can't deny the fact that he outmaneuvered you, in the most tantalizing manner imaginable.

But still, you attempt to deny it. "That's...that's not..."

He muses. "Isn't it?"

Tom withdraws his hand from your thigh, and almost immediately, you ache for its return, the absence of his touch leaving you yearning. Caught off guard by the tendrils of the charm exerting pressure against your core, teasing over your clit, you squeeze your eyes shut, teeth sinking into your lip to stifle any sounds.

"It appears you have a penchant for challenging me..." his voice is a certain murmur. "It seems the charm knows precisely why.”

All the smugness of a deity himself, a walking, talking colossus among mere mortals. As inevitable as the sunrise each morning. It made you want to bare your teeth at him, but instead, all you could manage was a groan, struggling against the pleasure his charm inflicted upon you.

"I'm not quite certain what you would deem a fitting punishment..." he continues, voice as deep as the depths of your desire. As dark as an all encompassing black hole. "—given the countless ones you've endured in the past months, which have clearly taught you nothing."

You groan again, your head bowing as you gaze down at the tendrils of the enchantment, ensnaring you in the clutches of a man with teeth of diamonds, fingers like razor-sharp claws. It'd been a relentless dance of dominance between you for years, a battle of wills that always seems to end in his favor.

You despise how he effortlessly wields his power over you. How he has so easily read between the lines of your story—knowing precisely the effect he has on your body, knowing exactly what you crave.

You fight back a moan. "Mmmff—fuck..you..."

Tom maneuvers his mouth to your ear, his presence pressing against you from behind, the ghost of his breath caresses your skin as he whispers;

"You wish you could."

Beautiful, insufferable bastard.

"Fuck," you huff through gritted teeth, sweat gathering behind your neck, fingernails biting into your palms as you clench your fists, still battling against the overwhelming pleasure. "Get out of my head.."

You feel a low chuckle resonate against your back, its vibrations stirring something primal within you, his fingers grazing against your side.

"Do you truly believe this is mere manipulation, little snake?" Tom's touch begins to ascend, feather-light and elusive, barely registering against your clothes as he presses closer behind you. "I am intimately acquainted with your desires, darling. I've been privy to them for months." You can almost taste the smugness in his voice. "The truth is fairly simple—you crave me, and you despise yourself for it."

Tom takes a deliberate step back, circling around to stand before you, his gaze sweeping over your disheveled form. Your breath comes in rapid gasps, your skin flushed with desire, and you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from him. You yearn for more of him, yet you resist acknowledging it, even to yourself.

It's as though he can see your thoughts, his eyes darkening as he drinks you in. "You'd go to any lengths to avoid admitting it, wouldn't you?"

"Gods—" he's right, and you hate him for it. “Mmmf.”

Tom hums softly, his lips barely suppressing a smirk as he steps closer to you. He reaches up, his fingertips brushing against your skin as he tilts your chin, compelling you to meet his gaze.

"How about we try a simple question?" His dark eyes bore into yours, their depths ablaze with a devilish glint. "Do you wish it to stop?"

You're rendered speechless. The egotistic side of you wants you to say yes—while the other, larger part is consumed with an insatiable hunger for more, for him. The charm swirls over your clit, applying increased pressure against your leggings, causing you to bite down on your bottom lip again to stifle a desperate moan. You couldn't answer him if you tried.

Tom's eyes roam over your face, not willing to miss a thing. "Use your words...tell me what you need..."

The sensation against your clit intensifies further, as if dancing to the rhythm of his words. You can feel his gaze boring into you as the heat between your thighs surges, and you realize you're on the brink of climax. And Tom knows it.

"Fuck..." your hips twitch involuntarily—torn between craving more friction and fleeing from it—your mind a whirlwind of uncertainty. Tom brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, his gaze fixed on his own movements, and you feel yourself unraveling, succumbing to the scorching intensity of his eyes—two dark pools of permanent ink. "Tom...please..."

His grip tightens. His jaw clenches. "Say it."

Shame courses through your veins, searing your skin like molten lava, the prickling sensation drowning you. You're on the verge of climaxing from an enchanted carpet, a manifestation of his spell, and the humiliation threatens to consume you.

"I need you-" you gasp, the words tumbling from your lips in a pitiful plea, desperation sinking its claws into your soul. So close...too close. "Please—please, I—I don't want to cum from this—I..."

Oh, but you do. You most certainly fucking do though the mere thought of admitting it feels like a dagger twisting in your gut. Tom's eyes glint with amusement, his head cocked slightly as he regards you with a faux expression of pity, as artificial as the plastic plants in the common room.

"I've truly made a mess of you, haven't I?" His hand glides down from your face, tracing a path along your neck, lightly grazing over your collarbone. "Tell me what you want from me."

Gods, you ache to strike him—yet crave to kiss him and cry out his name with equal fervour. Your defiance lies shattered, a broken relic at your feet.

You peer up at him, pleading. "Please, Tom, please touch me—I need you..."

A smirk toys at his lips, his fingers slipping under your jaw once more to hold you steady as he leans in closer.

"Touch you?" His voice is like a loaded gun, his fingers the bullets—intent cocked and ready to annihilate, but instead he taunts you, keeps you on edge, pressing the barrel against your temple just to see the look in your eyes. "You want me, the man you so madly fucking detest, to touch you."

You lack the strength to command him to go to hell, but oh, how you wish you did. Just to witness his reaction, to see what he’d do next. Despite his appalling self-assurance, you can see behind the mask—see how he is genuinely taken aback by your submission, as though he never expected you to surrender, to confess your desire for him.

"Tom, please..." you beg, trembling with anticipation, your impending climax a rapidly swelling tide. "I want you...I want you to make me cum—you-you win."

Tom pulls back from your ear to regard you, his gaze fully focused this time. He takes in the sight of you—trembling, panting, wide-eyed before him—his expression conveying complete contentment in simply observing you as you struggle to persuade him to touch you.

That familiar taunting grin lingers upon his lips, uncontainable, and you know he's relishing this moment far too much.

"I know," he says softly, his thumb tracing your jawline as his hand falls to your neck. "I always do, don't I, little doll..."

His voice drifts over you like smoke, thick and intoxicating, wrapping around you in a dizzying embrace. The intensity of the charm wavers slightly, granting you a momentary reprieve to catch your breath as Tom leans in, so close that you can feel his exhales caressing your lips. Your head spins, every sense overwhelmed by his presence.

"But you deserve this—" he continues, his voice a rumble like thunder through your veins. "—you deserve to be humiliated like this, to break for me without my hands ever touching you." His mouth hovers just millimeters from yours, taunting you with its nearness. "This is your punishment, little doll...and you're going to take it."

The pleasure between your thighs swells once more as the charm resumes its sinuous movements and you can't suppress the moan that escapes your lips, mingling with the groan of utter frustration. All you can do is stare at him.

Tom hums, amused. "Because you revel in it, don't you? Being a little disobedient brat..."

Your eyes glaze over, your pulse soaring as Tom's breath once again brushes against your parted lips. The ache for him is almost unbearable, as if he's injected something into your veins, rendering you unable to function without him. It's maddening, in the most exquisite way imaginable.

"You're-ohh-fuck.." your voice comes out as a moan, low and breathy, the words trailing off as the charm adds pressure to your clit, stars dancing at the edges of your vision. "Gods..."

"There we go, just as I like you,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing over your jaw. "Unable to unleash that pretty little mouth. Perfectly shattered for me."

You clench around nothing, yearning to scoff. "Mmmf—never..."

Tom chuckles at your feeble attempt at defiance, though the sound carries a hollow, half-hearted quality. You both know you've passed the point of return. His fingers trace along the edge of your jaw, until his palm cradles your face, his thumb brushing gently across your lips.

"Is that so?" He murmurs softly, his dark eyes locked onto yours. "Well then, go ahead...let that pretty mouth run wild...prove that your defiance is more than just an act..."

The way he wields his power has you teetering on the brink of madness, and you despise the fact that you've revelled in every torturous moment of it. You long to snap back, to wield your tongue, to curse him—anything to grasp onto even a shred of control. But every fucking word is a struggle, every moment not focused on your breathing is an achievement.

You squeeze your eyes shut, channeling all the energy you have left. "You...you're such an...arrogant—mmf—I...I hate you..."

"Mhm. You hate me." He cooes. "And yet, here you are..." his voice is as soft as feathers, as warm as the morning sun, the unmistakable taunt laced within. His thumb presses against your bottom lip, slipping between your teeth. "...falling apart for a mere spell, begging for me, for my touch..."

You feel Tom's thumb pressing against your tongue as you whimper. You attempt to speak, to convey something, but instead, you find yourself instinctively sucking lightly against his thumb in response.

"Mm." Tom's brow lifts slightly, amusement dancing in his eyes. He seems pleased with your reaction. "A much better use for that mouth."

You're beyond caring about the way he's taunting you, how he's systematically humiliated and debased you, stripping away every ounce of defiance without ever even touching your skin. Tremors wrack your body from the overwhelming sensations, rendering coherent thought nearly impossible.

Your head lolls to the side, constrained by his hand, as waves of pleasure crash over you, your climax approaching rapidly and dangerously.

"Fuck-I'm..." you manage to squeak, his thumb still nestled in your mouth. "Mmmf-"

Tom's eyes darken with satisfaction as he watches you unravel, his thumb pressing deeper into your mouth, a silent command for you to keep sucking. The enchantment continues its relentless assault—tightening around you, swirling over your clit and amplifying the pleasure until it's almost unbearable.

"Go on," he murmurs, his voice a blend of silk and steel. "Let go for me. Show me just how much you need this."

Your body trembles violently, your muscles tensing as the climax rips through you. You can't hold back the moan that escapes around his thumb, your entire being consumed by the intensity of the release that you've desperately fought off for so long. Tom's grip on your jaw tightens, keeping you in place, ensuring you can't escape the exquisite torment he's orchestrated.

"There it is," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "Perfectly broken, just for me."

Your eyes are squeezed shut so tightly it's almost painful, his thumb buried in your mouth muffling any sounds of pleasure that threaten to escape. The evidence of your desire pools between your thighs, your embarrassment stripping you raw as you slowly begin to return to reality, the spell gradually losing its grip around you.

You struggle to find your breath, your thoughts, your sanity, but Tom doesn't grant you much reprieve before he's tugging your head back towards his, forcing you to focus on him.

"You should see yourself." He withdraws his thumb from your mouth, trailing the remnants of saliva over your cheek as he assesses you. "You're a vision."

You try to summon the strength to argue, to reclaim some semblance of defiance, but the attempt dies in your throat, unable to comprehend the fact that those words sounded like a fucking compliment. Your body is trembling with the aftershocks of your climax, and you can only manage a soft whimper. He looks at you as if you are his masterpiece, perfectly crafted and beautifully ruined.

"Remember this, little snake," he whispers, his breath ghosting over your lips. "Remember how easily I can break you. How much you crave it."

You exhale slowly as you feel the charm dissipate, the carpet settling back into its rightful place at your feet. Tom's hand falls away from your face, but the tension between you remains palpable, neither of you daring to make a move.

"And as for the book," he adds, his eyes flashing to the bookshelf behind you, the one home to the Occlumency text you borrowed. "You may want to keep it. You're not nearly as skilled as you think you are."

And with that, he smooths out his uniform and strides past you without a second glance.

thank you to my babies @doremimosasol and @pizzaapeteer for proofreading this. means the world to me🖤

[danika-redgrave124]

Day 2: Chocolate

The kitchen of cafeteria was supposed to be a place of productivity. Supposed to be. The First Years had gathered with the noble intention of making chocolates for Valentine’s Day, but—predictably—things had gone south. Fast.

At first, everything was going smoothly. Yuu was carefully tempering chocolate, Jack was measuring ingredients with precision, and Sebek was grumbling about the importance of proper technique. Ortho, ever the enthusiastic helper, was calculating the exact temperature needed for the perfect consistency.

Then came Ace. "Hey, Deuce, catch!"

A spoonful of melted chocolate sailed through the air. Deuce, ever the earnest fool, turned just in time for the warm, sticky mess to splatter against his cheek.

"Ace! What the hell?!" Deuce sputtered, reaching for a handful of cocoa powder in retaliation.

Before anyone could intervene, he hurled it. Ace ducked, and instead, the cloud of cocoa dust exploded over Grim, coating his fur in a fine layer of brown.

"ACK! MY BEAUTIFUL FUR! HOW DARE YOU?!" Grim screeched, immediately retaliating with a swipe of his paw—unfortunately dunked in melted chocolate.

That was the breaking point.

In an instant, the kitchen descended into absolute chaos.

Epel, cackling like a mischief-making imp, flicked chocolate at Ortho, who merely tilted his head in amusement before engaging battle mode—activating his mechanical arms to spray whipped cream in retaliation. Ace and Deuce had devolved into an all-out war, hurling chocolate at each other with no regard for collateral damage. Jack, despite his initial attempt at maintaining order, got dragged into it when Epel jumped on his back to gain higher ground, smearing chocolate on his uniform and hair in the process.

Sebek, furious, tried to stop them. "SILENCE, YOU INSOLENT HUMA—ACK!" A rogue truffle smacked him directly in the forehead. His rage-fueled tirade was cut short as Yuu, in an attempt to escape the madness, slipped on a puddle of melted chocolate and collided straight into Sebek and Jack, taking all three of them down in a pile of sugar, cocoa, and regret.

It was at that exact moment that Professor Crewel walked in.

The room went silent.

Crewel took in the sight before him: a kitchen in ruins, cocoa powder floating in the air like smoke from an explosion, Grim furiously licking his paws clean, and his so-called “responsible students”—Yuu, Jack, and Sebek—absolutely drenched in chocolate, his eye twitched.

"Yuu, Jack, Sebek—you pups were supposed to be the responsible ones!" he barked, his voice sharp enough to cut through steel. "You're more caked in chocolate than they are!"

Sebek opened his mouth, likely to protest, but Crewel held up a gloved hand. "Not. Another. Word."

Ace, still holding a chocolate truffle covered in chocolate, turned his head toward Deuce with a smirk. "Worth it."

Deuce groaned.

Yuu, face still covered in chocolate, sighed. "So… uh. Detention?"

Crewel crossed his arms. "Oh, detention would be merciful. Congratulations, pups—you’ve just volunteered to clean this kitchen until it’s spotless. Not a speck of cocoa out of place, or else."

A collective groan rose from the group.

"Ugh… Ah should’ve just bought chocolates instead," Epel muttered under his breath.

Jack sighed, wiping some chocolate from his ear. "No kidding."

Ortho, still completely clean despite being in the middle of the chaos, tilted his head cheerfully. "This was fun! Let’s do it again next year!"

A chorus of "NO!" rang through the kitchen.

@oh-hopeless-heart

I love Platonic First Years, they have my whole heart.

[akairawrites]

Curiosity killed The Cat | Damian Wayne Imagine

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You were just 14 years old when you first encountered the infamous Damian Wayne. He strode through Gotham Metro Academy as if he owned the place, and with his father being the wealthiest man in Gotham City, it wasn't surprising. What made it even more intriguing was that you seemed to share almost every class with him.

"Why are you trailing me?" He inquired, standing tall beside your desk as you retrieved your class materials from your backpack. You glanced up, meeting his fierce green eyes without flinching. "Excuse me?" you retorted.

"You've been following me around, why?" he pressed, his tone dripping with curiosity. You scoffed and sized him up. "Ever been to a school before? If it were up to me, I'd be nowhere near you."

Damian clicked his tongue in annoyance. "How did you even get into this school? You don't seem like you can afford—" Before he could finish his sentence, you cut him off with a swift, hard punch to his face. You didn't care about his status as Bruce Wayne's son; whatever he was going to say deserved a punch.

The entire class stared at you in disbelief as Damian held his face where your punch had landed. If he hadn't looked furious before, he certainly did now. He restrained himself from retaliating, aware of the prohibition against hitting females, a double standard he found frustrating.

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"This is her second time punching a student, Ms. Kyle. I'm afraid that if this happens again, we will have no choice but to expel [Y/n]," the principal expressed with a concerned tone.

The principal's worried look held firm as Selina, your mother, fixed you with a glare that felt like it could burn holes through your head. This wasn't the first time she'd been summoned to the school, and it seemed like it wouldn't be the last. After a discussion with the principal, it was decided that you would receive two weeks of detention. It was definitely worth silencing that arrogant son of a bitch.

"We need to address your anger management," Selina said as both of you walked down the empty hallway. "I don't have anger issues," you retorted bluntly, even though deep down, you knew it was a problem you'd inherited from your late father. When you got into these moods, Selina knew precisely how to help you feel better.

"Since it's the weekend, how about we have a girls' night out?" Selina suggested. You looked up at her, and she gave you a knowing smile. The smirk that crossed your face was all the confirmation she needed.

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The moon hung full in the night sky as you and your mother, Selina, dashed through the streets of Gotham. When Selina halted, so did you. You peered down at the pristine glass that showcased exquisite diamond jewelry. Selina crouched over the glass ceiling, her cat-like nails making quick work of creating a large enough opening for both of you to slip through.

She gracefully entered the opening and gestured for you to follow. Drawing upon what Selina had taught you, you descended with a feline-like agility, landing on your feet without a sound. It was a moment that made Selina proud, despite the unconventional circumstances. She knew that involving her 14-year-old in a heist wasn't ideal, but she wanted to bond with you, and this was the only way she knew how.

"Help yourself to whatever you want, sweetheart," Selina encouraged as she admired the jewels in a glass casing. While she did that, you explored the room, not as captivated by the treasures as your mother was. In the corner of your eye, you glimpsed something that stopped you in your tracks—a beautiful green necklace sealed in a small glass case, nestled in a black pendant box. It seemed to call your name, drawing you closer until a loud shattering of glass snapped you out of your trance.

You turned quickly to see Batman and Robin approaching your mother, who had wandered farther from you than you realized. They hadn't even noticed your presence in the room.

"Well, if it isn't the Bat, and this must be Robin," Selina greeted, eyeing him while he maintained his glare.

"Catwoman," Batman acknowledged in his deep voice. This was your first time seeing Batman in person, a day your mother had been preparing you for.

You hid behind a jewelry display, watching through the glass. Your mother surveyed the room discreetly, likely looking for you, then returned her attention to the masked hero. She placed her hands on her hips, drawing closer to them. Her finger trailed up his shoulder and over his neck, likely sending shivers down his spine.

"Why so formal? You can address me by my name, Bruce," she whispered into his ear, causing him to visibly tense. Your mother always had a way with words, especially in getting herself out of tight spots, even more so now with her secret weapon.

As Selina approached Robin, she ruffled his hair, prompting him to slap her hand away and glare at her intensely. She chuckled to herself. "You know, I have a sidekick myself."

The moment those words left her lips, you sprang from your hiding place. Before he could react, you attacked Robin with a quick blow to the face and a kick to the stomach, sending him flying across the room, crashing into a jewelry display.

While your mother was distracted with Batman, you made a beeline for the necklace. You attempted to grab it but were tackled to the ground by Robin, who recovered quickly. You kicked him off and reached for the necklace. The moment your hand touched the glass, he threw a Batarang, slicing your hand open. You grunted in pain, clutching your bleeding hand as crimson pooled on the floor.

With no time to process what had just happened, Robin advanced on you. In a moment of quick thinking, you grabbed the necklace and crawled between his legs to avoid a confrontation. You dashed towards your mother as she secured her bag of jewels, and together, you swiftly escaped from the scene

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Hummingbird: Chapter Three

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

What if the Earth-1610 (Miles’s universe) version of Miguel’s wife was actually Miles’s AP Art teacher?

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Warnings: Terrible science jargon

It was almost silly how quickly the world returned to normal.

Alchemax was splashed on every local newspaper, website, social media account, and TV channel for a solid week before complaints shifted to the neverending construction on the streets of New York. The subway somehow got tighter, packed bodies grumbling about the thirty minutes added to their commute after ten subway cars had fallen through a spot and landed in the Hudson river. 

But the events never faded away from your consciousness. The only way you could fall asleep was by leaving all the lights on. It racked up your electric bill like hell, but you couldn’t stand seeing the shadows creep along the wall as nighttime descended on the city - it reminded you too much of the Spot’s blank face and how he managed to stare into your soul without eyes.

Then there was the growing problem of your forgetfulness. You’d never been the best at keeping track of belongings - Mamá always blamed it on your creative brain - but now everything was being misplaced. The alarm clock would disappear from the nightstand and appear in the kitchen, your sock collection was dwindling every day and never making it into the dirty hamper, for Christ’s sake you still hadn’t found your favorite yellow sneakers and it was irritating you to hell and back. 

I’m losing my goddamn mind. You often found yourself thinking.

You threw yourself into work, staying in the classroom late to grade and lesson plan until the night crew got used to vacuuming around your feet. You took on extra projects at the Academy, signing up to run after-school detention and volunteering for props and set design for this year’s spring musical “The Addams Family.”

Anything to stay out of your apartment. Anything to keep you from being alone.

Three empty coffee cups mocked your bleary eyes as you sat hunched over the sewing machine after hours. Cheap black lace trailed off the table, slowly shortening as you incorporated the material into Morticia’s dress.

“Fuck!” You hissed in pain and stuck your thumb in your mouth, sucking away the blood from your fourth needle prick of the night. At this rate you’d have more holes punched into you than swiss cheese.

It was time to give up for tonight.

Before you could forget you slipped the stolen Brooklyn Visions Academy uniform from your bag and hid it in the bottom-most cubby in the storage room. The sleeping bag and pillow from your apartment were also stuffed there, ready for Miles to use whenever he needed an extra break from being a superhero. You suspected Gwen had also been sneaking by to visit Miles now that she had more freedom to explore the multiverse - hence the spare uniform.

“How’s he doing?” You’d asked Miles earlier that day. Miguel’s unspoken name had lingered on the tip of your tongue, forcing the color to rise into your cheeks. Luckily Miles knew exactly who you were talking about.

A knowing grin grew on his face, “Not too bad. He seems more on edge than usual, but I hear he’s working on his temper.” 

“He’s not body slamming any more teenagers?” 

“Not that I know of.”

“Good.” You paused, “If he gives you any more trouble, send him my way. I’ll give him a piece of my mind.” 

Miles saluted you, “You got it.”

You meant it as a joke… but you also wanted a reason to see him again.

You were just about to switch the light off in your classroom when a flash of yellow caught your eye. Tucked behind a stack of newsprint, the vine charcoal rubbing away on your fingers as you carefully lifted the papers, was your prized pair of yellow converse.

It was too late to think about how they’d ended up so far from home, so you tossed them in your bag, threw out the coffee cups, and saved your muddled mind the trouble of figuring it out tonight.

The midnight subway car was filled with the usual Friday-night suspects - overworked nurses, loners just killing time, drunk party goers covered in more glitter than a kindergartener’s Valentine’s day card, and you.

You didn’t miss Richard, not really. What you really missed was coming home to someone and the feeling of another body weighing down the right side of the bed. More recently you’d been imagining what it would be like to come home to Miguel.

You kicked off your shoes at the bottom of the landing, shuffling up the steps and pulling off your clothes as you went, modesty be damned. By the time you face planted on your bed, hair still damp from the shower, it was nearing 2am and Miguel still hadn’t left your mind. He’d planted himself in your thoughts like a spider too high up on a wall for you to squash and too large for you to ignore.

Mercifully you didn’t have to endure the pains of a schoolgirl crush for very long. Sleep dragged you under and you welcomed it as your mind finally went quiet.

You awoke with a start, suffocating under the heavy blankets that you’d buried yourself in last night. You’d been dreaming again about the collider. You’d been dreaming about Miguel - this time in a feverish haze that left your mind in a puddle on the floor. 

How was it possible that a stranger could occupy so much space in your mind? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that he’d held you like you were everything and then left without saying goodbye.

But you weren’t complete strangers…

“Aren’t you his wife?” 

Miles had asked the question so innocently and Miguel hadn’t said anything against it, so it must be true. Somewhere, in some other universe, you’d been married to one another. 

Are you thinking about me too? You wondered, opening your eyes in hopes of chasing the memory of him away.

…Maybe you were still dreaming, because the last time you checked you hadn’t fallen asleep under a tree in Central Park. And even if you had, you highly doubted you could have lugged your mattress and bed frame with you all the way from Brooklyn.

Oh por el amor de Dios.

The glorious thing about New York City is that everyone knew how to mind their own business. So when people saw a high school art teacher in Star Wars pjs leap for joy upon finding a $5 bill on the ground, they didn’t question it.

You were so ecstatic about saving yourself the two-and-a-half hour walk back to Brooklyn that you didn’t remember a highly important piece of information until after you hopped off the subway - you didn’t have your keys or your phone.

Joder. 

Your forehead knocked against the front door of your apartment building with an audible clunk.

“Por el amor de la mierda, ¿por qué mi vida es así?” You muttered under your breath. 

“Y/n?” Your landlord, Mrs. Fleming, pushed her tortoise-shell glasses higher up on her face, the thick lenses magnifying her eyes to bug-like proportions. “Oh it is you, my dear.” 

You groaned, color rushing into your cheeks as you turned around sheepishly. “Good morning, Mrs. Fleming.” 

The elderly woman gave you a once-over look, crocheting needles clicking together as she rummaged around in her bag for her keys, “The old walk of shame, I see.” 

“What?! Wait, no-this isn’t-I’m not-”

She patted you on the back before unlocking the door and holding it open for you, “I only use the turn of phrase because that’s what you young folks call it. Ain’t nothing shameful in it. It’s good of you to get out there. I never did like Richard much.”

You were at a loss for words.

Mrs. Fleming, sprightly as she was for her age, followed you up to your apartment with her extra set of keys jingling merrily in her hands.

“Now, you have a good rest of your weekend, dear.” She said once you’d been graciously let into your apartment, “And don’t forget your keys next time!” 

“Thanks Mrs. Fleming.” You said. Her amused chuckle echoed through the air as she shuffled off to her own apartment.

You sprawled out on the ground where your bed should have been, trying to even out your breathing as the reality of the morning’s events crashed down around you like a house of cards. 

This can’t be happening. ¿Qué diablos me pasa?

You rolled onto your stomach, repeatedly banging your face into a spare pillow to muffle the sound of your aggravated screams. 

The pillow accepted your frustration with little complaint until something in you just snapped. 

All at once the pillow disappeared from beneath you and then blinked into existence by the closet allowing your face to crash into the floor unprotected.

You grabbed at your burning nose, eyes swimming with tears of pain as you registered what had happened. 

“No… oh no.” 

>>>

The rain beat down irregularly, fluctuating back and forth from being barely a drizzle to a torrential downpour. 

You gripped an empty to-go cup in your hand, the tea you’d hoped would calm your nerves long gone. 

It took you three hours to make it here. First you kept teleporting your keys away every time you touched them, futilely chasing them around the apartment. Then you’d nearly gotten hit by a taxi and teleported yourself to the bathroom of a tea shop on the Upper West Side. Miraculously your powers had quieted after that, allowing you to get on the subway and here without incident.

A familiar figure made its way down the block, hood up to protect from the rain.

“Miles!” You leapt up from your seat, racing across the street to the annoyed honking of two taxis. 

“Miss Y/l/n? How’re you doing?” Miles narrowed his eyes in worry, seeing the way your fingers nervously pulled at a loose string from your sweater, “What happened to your face?” The flesh around your nose was red and tender, slowly transforming into a purple bruise.

“I’m sorry for bothering you like this, but I didn’t know where else to go.” You looked around carefully before lifting the cup in the palm of your hand.

You furrowed your brow in concentration, willing that same power within you to snap into place again.

“What’s supposed to-” 

“Just-just give me a minute.”

A minute passed, and nothing. Your heartbeat quickened as you grew more and more flustered.

“Miss Y/l/n are you sure you’re ok?” Skepticism and genuine concern laced his voice.

“I’m fine!” 

Snap!

The cup blinked out of existence like an old-school television that had been turned off. Miles saw it reappear over the park across the street and land on a dog walker’s head. The man in question looked up at the sky bewildered, like he expected to find God there.

Miles’s wide eyes met yours.

“Oh shit.” 

He pulled you into the empty alleyway behind his building, using his spider webs to straighten the trash cans that rolled around on the ground and clear out a space large enough for the two of you to comfortably stand side by side. 

He hung close to the street, Gwen’s face shimmering to life above his wrist as he spoke with his back turned to you.

“Hey, Gwen. I’ve got a situation.” He whispered into the watch.

You caught snippets of their conversation, shrinking in your coat as you tried to suppress the anxiety growing in your chest. If there was anything you’d learned about your powers it was that they tended to flare up with your emotions.

“Do you think we can trust him with this? I don’t want anything to happen to her… Yeah, yeah. No, I understand. I’ll bring her in. See you later.” 

Miles turned back to you, a strained smile on his face, “Sorry about that.”

“Miles, what’s going on?” “I got to bring you into Spidey HQ. I don’t know what’s going on with you, but Miguel might.” 

He unzipped his raincoat and hoodie, exposing the black and red spider-suit beneath and tugging on his mask. 

Your heart gave a flip at the mention of your husband’s name (could you even call him that?). Would he be happy to see you again? Would things be awkward between the two of you?

A familiar watch flashed on his wrist as he began pressing buttons on the orange holographic screen. You’d seen it happen before, a portal of wild glitching colors pulsing to life in front of you, but that didn’t make it any less impressive. Miles stepped into it, dragging you along with him like he was just passing through any regular doorway.

He swept his arm outward, smiling at the expression on your face.

“Welcome to Spidey HQ, Miss Y/l/n.”

Your jaw dropped as you passed through the portal - an actual portal - to Miguel’s dimension. 

Hundreds, no thousands, of Spider-People roamed the open air halls, some on two legs, some on four, some on wheels, and some just preferred to swing through the air on webs, catching and releasing the nimble strings with practiced grace from the walkways that crossed overhead like… well like a spider’s web. 

Miguel certainly hadn’t wasted the spider concept when it came to their headquarters.

“I didn’t know there was a universe composed entirely of Spider-Men…Spider-People?… Spider…” A cat hissed at your feet when you nearly stepped on its tail as you blindly followed Miles through the crowd, “Spider-Things?” 

“Sorry Spider-Cat!” Miles said as the feline grumbled, tail high in the air as it calmly leapt onto the wall and continued on its way as though gravity were only an inconvenience. 

“Actually, every world has only one Spider-Person, but the Alchemax explosion last year ended up opening holes into other universes. Miguel created this place as a hub for Spider-People while everyone tries to fix the anomalies.”

“Anomalies?”

“Yeah, beings that have accidentally gotten stuck in another world.”

“Oh… yeah that makes total sense..” Your words trailed off as a roaring laugh caught your attention, “Is that… is that a dinosaur?” 

You pointed at the group crowded around a cafeteria table howling with laughter. Burgers bounced on trays as the T-Rex doubled over to slap the table for dramatic effect.

“AY YO, REXA!” Miles shouted over your head, throwing his arms up wildly. 

Rexa exposed razor sharp teeth in a grin and waved one short arm towards you. You returned a meek wave in return. 

“That’s Rexa. She’s super funny. Just uh…” he covered his mouth before whispering in your ear, “Maybe don’t mention anything about her arms. She gets a little sensitive.”

“Oh…yeah, of course. No problem.” 

Miles continued to lead you through the building, periodically taking breaks for you to catch up as you kept your eyes trained on everything except the path he’d carved in front of you. At one point you simply disappeared from view, reappearing four stories up in a psychiatrist’s office.

A tweed-suited Spider-Man jumped in his seat, dropping the box of tissues he’d been preparing to throw to his client. 

“Oh! I… I’m so sorry.” You said, flustered at the sight of a sandy haired Peter Parker variant sobbing his eyes out into a spider plushie. You inched along the wall towards the door, “I’m just-I’m just going to make my way out.”

You closed the door as quietly as possible, turning around and coming face to face with Miles again. You jumped and snapped, this time landing on Rexa’s table, foot squishing her burger into roadkill.

You groaned and tilted your head up, watching Miles sail out the office window and swing his way down. 

This was going to take a while.

There was no shortage of Spiderpeople to steal your attention, but finally after a few (uninterrupted) turns down pristine white hallways and an elevator ride into the belly of Spidey HQ, it was just you and Miles again.

From his lair, Miguel traced your figure with his eyes. When you caught sight of the camera in the elevator, its red pupil narrowing in on you, you smiled sheepishly and waved. The small action made his stomach flip like a schoolboy who’d been given his first kiss. 

He needed to pull himself together before he saw you face to face again.

“I’m just saying, I think this is a good thing, Miguel.” Peter B. said, swinging up to the platform and wrapping an arm around Miguel’s broad shoulders. Mayday crawled out and onto the control board, pressing buttons haphazardly and closing half the screens. She clapped her hands in wonder and Miguel grumbled half-heartedly. 

Once she started walking, all bets were off. She’d be an absolute menace to Spider Society. Already she liked to treat Miguel like her personal playscape, crawling onto his shoulders and tugging at his brown curls. 

Her antics almost made him smile… almost.

“If she’s here then that can only mean something’s wrong.” Miguel said, keeping his eyes fixed on the screen and ignoring Mayday as she slumped over his back, slowly sliding down his chest and into his waiting arms with a dramatic sigh. 

You looked tired and nervous, fingers tugging at the strings of your raincoat. A purple bruise spread out from your nose, moving with the curve of your cheekbones. Had someone hurt you? 

Miguel’s blood began to boil.

“Or,” Peter bumped his hips against Miguel’s, “it could mean she wants to see you again.” 

“Stop that.” Miguel growled.

“Stop what?”

Stop giving me hope.

Miguel was about to bite back at Peter and wipe the mischievous grin on his face when the doors slid open. Miles’s voice rang through the empty space. 

“These are all those anomalies I was telling you about. Doc Oc, Rhino, Sandman, Mysterio. I don’t even want to know who that is.” 

“Why is it so dark in here?”

“Miguel likes to brood. I think he’s part vampire.” 

Miguel tossed Mayday into her father’s arms, swiftly turning around and busying himself at the control panel to distract from the pounding of his heart. A dozen screens flashed to life above the control board and Miguel concentrated on none of them.

Peter grinned like a madman. This was going great. 

“Miss Y/n!” He shouted out, throwing his hands in the air before hopping off the platform. Mayday squealed in delight and copied his actions. Miguel only cursed under his breath and rubbed his temples. Leave it to Peter to be the cause of 90% of his headaches.

“Looking good, teach!” 

“Ummm… thanks?” You responded as Mayday grabbed at you with chubby fingers. You didn’t have much choice but to hold her as Peter thrust her into your arms. Fear jolted through you like a lightning strike and you quickly handed her off to Miles, the poor girl frowning and continuing to make grabbing motions at you. The last thing you wanted was to make Mayday disappear from your arms.

Peter tipped his head to the side but for once made no comment. He continued to chat you up, pulling small smiles from your lips and ignoring the way you kept glancing at Miguel as his platform slowly lowered to the ground. 

He had his hands on his hips, bright red and blue Spider-suit cutting a striking silhouette against the dark background. 

If he’d noticed you walking into the room, he didn’t show it and you tried your best not to deflate at that realization. 

“Don’t worry. He just likes to make an entrance,” Miles whispered in your ear. And some entrance that was. He stepped off the platform, back tight and straight as he moved forward with measured, even footsteps. 

Miles took one step forward, angling his body in front of you with a weariness in his eyes. 

Miguel stopped, face betraying nothing as he looked you up and down once.

“I never thought I’d see you again.” The words would have sounded romantic coming from someone else’s lips, but from him they just sounded dry and clinical.

“Same here.” You said. The words came out breathlessly.

“What’s happened?”

His hand hovered in the air between you two before he swiftly dropped it to his side. He wanted to reach out and touch your face. He wanted to tilt your chin upwards so he could take a good look at the damage done to your nose and make sure you were ok. Perhaps if you’d been alone he would have allowed himself to do it, but as it was, they had company. 

“We need your help, Miguel.” Miles cut through the tension, “Something’s up with Miss Y/l/n. She’s got powers now - teleportation similar to the Spot’s.” 

His heart stuttered in his chest.

“Is that true?” he said, desperately looking to you for answers. The Spot’s powers had made him unstable in more ways than one and Miguel shivered to think about anything happening to you.

You nodded, “Things keep disappearing when I touch them. Sometimes I accidentally teleport to places when I’m frustrated. I didn’t realize what was going on until I woke up in Central Park last night.”

Miguel turned around, muttering under his breath as his mind raced a thousand steps ahead of him. 

Of all the people this could have happened to, it had to be you. He thought he’d done the right thing by leaving you alone, forcing himself not to portal to your dimension every night. His multiversal travels had taught him a thing or two about the ways things operated. Some figures, like Peter Parker’s Spider-Man were well represented across worlds. Some figures, like himself, were harder to come by. 

As for you? He only knew of three worlds where you existed - in one world, his actions had led to your death and the death of your daughter. In the second, Spot had murdered you in his quest to figure out Spider-Man’s identity. 

And in this one… 

Well he thought he’d been keeping you safe. 

Teleportation was a dangerous ability - unpredictable and difficult to control. Left unchecked you could find yourself in front of a car speeding down the highway or at the top of Mount Everest or in a different dimension altogether, constantly glitching as your molecules broke apa-

“Wait,” Miguel stiffened, back tightening as he swiveled around on his heels, “Where’s your watch?”

“My watch?” you glanced at your naked wrist, “I mean I usually just check my phone for the t-”

“No, your day pass watch. The thing that stabilizes you in this universe.” 

Miles’s eyes blew open. “Mierda. Sabía que había olvidado algo.”

“How long have you two been here?”

“Maybe two hours.” You guessed.

“And nothing’s happened?”

“Is something supposed to happen?” 

Even Peter B. looked concerned. Panic rose in your chest and you threatened to snap. Miguel reached out and grasped your wrist, palm sliding down until you felt the weight and warmth of his hand wrapped in yours. He led you to the med bay, Peter and Miles following closely behind.

The paper atop the padded examination table crinkled as you took a seat, watching Miguel’s broad shoulders flex and stretch as he dug an extra watch out from the back of a cabinet.

“Lyla, run a scan of Y/n.”

The woman flickered to life in front of him. “What’s the magic word?” She fluttered her eyelashes.

“Lyla.” He was in no mood for games today

“Ok, ok. Don’t be testy.” Lyla appeared in front of you, an orange scanner materializing in her hands that swept across your body with a cool touch. “Scan complete.” 

“Here you go,” Miguel felt some relief pour back into his body as he fastened the watch around your wrist, hand lingering against your pulse like he wanted further confirmation that you were alive and well.

“Hey, why does she get one of the fancy ones?” Miles protested. The watch, identical to the ones worn by Miguel, Peter, and Miles flashed its face at you. It was far too elaborate and expensive to be just a day pass.

Miguel ignored him, walking over to one of the monitors and skimming through the output data.

“It took six months for Miguel to give me one of those bad boys,” The paper crinkled again as Peter hopped onto the table beside you, whispering, “Looks like someone’s got a favorite,” and earning a glare from Miguel. 

Peter winked suggestively.

Miguel scowled.

Your cheeks turned a rosy red, your coat disappearing from around your shoulders and landing in a rumple at Miguel’s feet like the world’s worst suggestive gesture. Peter howled with laughter.

“No puedo creerlo.” Miguel whispered, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Lyla, am I looking at this right?”

“You sure are. Y/n’s DNA is perfectly stable. Not a trace of multiversal quantum poisoning to be found. And! Her radiation signature matches that of more than a thousand different universes. Bet you’ve never seen that before.”

“How is that even possible?”

“Hmmmm, let me think.” Lyla spun around in a digital office chair, waiting for her moment to break the dramatic pause. Miguel groaned - he would need to improve her code and tone down the dramatism. “Looks like packets of quantum energy from across the multiverse were released during the Alchemax hypercompact fusion explosion and merged with the only unaltered sentient lifeform in the vicinity.” 

“Dios mio.”

At the end of her explanation she bowed gracefully, arm and fur-lined coat sweeping off to the side.

“Did you get any of that?” Peter asked out of the corner of his mouth.

“Peter, I took forestry as my science gen ed in art school and barely passed so… no.”

“Uhhh, can you repeat it for the rest of the class?” Miles piped up. 

Lyla leaned forward, one hand on her hip and the other tipped her heart-shaped sunglasses onto her head. 

“Y/n absorbed energy from a ton of different universes so as far as the multiverse is concerned, she doesn’t register as an anomaly. No glitching. No dying outside of her universe without a watch. No predicted multiversal collapse.” Lyla smiled. “Predicted.”

You looked less than pleased. The last month had been filled to the brim with life-altering events from finding out Miles was a superhero, to getting kidnapped and nearly dying, to finding out your variant’s husband was an all-too-attractive, brooding Spider-Man. It was getting to be too much - you were a teacher for crying out loud! Maybe you’d have handled it better if you were a crime-fighting detective, or a fancy scientist, or a millionaire with access to the latest tech and weapons. Instead you were just… you.

“Can you fix it?” 

Miguel flinched at the look on your face. You were looking to him for help and for answers, but he couldn’t provide them in any satisfactory way. He’d never encountered anyone with your abilities. 

The confusion and fear that came with discovering your powers - that was a journey all Spider-People went through, and they usually went through it alone.

Miguel sighed, “There’s nothing to fix, Y/n.” He said the words with a softness no one had heard from him in years, perhaps ever, “This is who you are now.” 

“So I’m just going to be stuck like this forever?”

“Having powers isn’t so bad.” Peter chimed in with a small smile. “From time to time, it can actually be pretty awesome.”

You allowed a small, empty smile to grow on your lips. It was a smile Miguel was well acquainted with - the kind of smile that said I’m not fine, but I want you to believe that I am.

“I have some tests we could run.” Miguel offered up, “I can’t reverse what’s happened but maybe I can come up with something to help you control your powers, at least while you’re learning how to use them.” 

You nodded, the smile turning into something real, “I would like that. Thank you.” 

Peter was practically vibrating with excitement when he caught the look that passed between the two of you and the hint of hope on Miguel’s usually stony face. 

He clapped his hands down on Miles’s shoulders, “Well would you look at the time? I need to put Mayday down for her nap and grab some food. You’ll learn this soon enough, but being a superhero does burn the calories.” 

He hopped off the table, waltzing all the way to the door before he noticed that Miles was missing from his side. “Miles! Come join me.” 

“Actually, I was going to wait with-”

“Miles.” Peter coughed into his fist, bug eyes burning into Miles until he got the hint.

“Oh? Oh! Yeah, sorry Miss Y/l/n, I forgot I told Gwen I’d meet up with her.” 

You waved him off, “I’ll be fine, Miles. Thanks for everything.” 

“I’ll show her how to use the watch and send her home when we’re finished.” Miguel said, pulling on a lab coat that had been draped over his office chair. He rarely had time to work in the lab, more focused on his primary duty of maintaining the stability of the multiverse, but the familiar glide of the fabric over his skin did help to relax him. It reminded him of the old days when Spider-Man didn’t exist and the multiverse was just a fun theory tossed around at company lunches. 

A thin silence stretched between you two after Miles and Peter left, and you contented yourself with watching Miguel as he busily typed away at his monitor, labeled vials, and prepared the syringes. Every movement was practiced and controlled like he’d done this a million times before.

Miguel was screaming on the inside. You were close enough for his heightened senses to pick up on the honey lemon shampoo you used tinged with the woodsy scent of linseed oil. He was powerless under your gaze like an insect trapped under a microscope.

“I just need to collect some blood samples.” Miguel said, gently holding out his hand. You offered your arm up without complaint, distracting yourself from the pinch of the needle by reading the faded name tag printed on his lab coat.

You whistled low to break the tension, “Dr. O’Hara. That’s impressive. What kind of doctor are you?”

“I was a geneticist. Not the medical kind though. I worked in research at Alchemax.” 

“Is that how you got your spidey powers?”

He rolled his eyes, “They’re not spidey powers, they’re acrachno-humanoid genetic augmentations.” 

“Qué estúpido. Just call them spidey powers. You scientists just like to give things complicated names to feel superior.” The corner of Miguel’s lips quirked up every so slightly. The thrill of seeing any emotion on Miguel’s face lightened the feeling in your chest.

“Was it hard becoming Spider-Man?” You asked.

Miguel shrugged, wiping away the small bead of blood on your arm. “I had it easier than most. I was already looking into the possibility of combining human and arachnid DNA and I had the resources to study my powers.” Miguel paused. It had been a long time - too long - since he’d had a conversation like this with anyone. He could cast his mind back to talks with you his wife, but those had always been domestic in nature.

“The hardest part was not having anyone to talk to.” He said, finishing his thought.

“Sounds lonely.” You remarked, accepting the q-tip from him and swabbing the inside of your cheek. He collected the sample in a vial of greenish liquid and gave it a thorough shake, “Do you have people now that you talk to?”

“No.” His answer was short and to the point. 

You’d touched a sore spot and you decided to prod it. “Would you like someone to talk to?” 

Again, the corner of his lips twitched, “Are you offering?”

You copied his shrug from earlier, “Maybe.” 

He took a few more cheek swabs and then a strand of hair. His hand lingered by your cheek, frowning as he took in the bruise on your face. 

Now that you two were alone he dared to gently tilt your head to the side.

“You never told me what happened.” 

Your hands flew up to your face in embarrassment and Miguel saw the tips of your ears grow red. He liked it.

“I may or may not have teleported my pillow away right before smashing my face into the floor.” 

The breath left his lungs in a quiet chuckle. That sounded like something you’d do.

“But no one’s bothering you?”

“What? Oh no. No, it’s nothing like that.” 

He nodded, the tightness in his chest unraveling with that knowledge. He knew you weren’t his wife and he knew that you didn’t know him well enough yet, but that didn’t stop him from caring. The truth was he liked you from the moment you slapped his shoulder and cursed at him, and it wasn’t just because you looked like someone from his past.

“This will take some time to work through.” He tilted his head towards where the tabletop machines whirred and spun, “But if I’m right, I may be able to adjust your watch to stabilize you in a specific place, not just a specific universe. It’s not a permanent fix but you won’t be waking up in Central Park again anytime soon.” 

“That would be preferable.” 

You moved to take off the watch and hand it over to Miguel but he stopped you.

“Keep this one. In case anything happens you can contact me or the other Spider-People,” He said, walking her through the steps of using the watch, “Headquarters is always open so if anything happens, come here.” 

You nodded. With an encouraging look from Miguel you punched “Earth-1610” into the locator and then your home address. 

Just like last time the portal bloomed open beside you, scattering a few loose papers on the ground. Through the portal you caught a glimpse of your living room, citylights flashing outside your window.

“Come back next week. Until we have a better understanding of your powers it would be good for us to monitor you and check that you’re stable.” 

And it would be good for you to see her again. 

Miguel squashed the thought as soon as it popped into his brain in Peter’s voice. He really needed to stop spending so much time with him. 

You stepped through the portal and were embraced by the familiar smell of your apartment. It made you feel better about what was to come. You turned to smile at Miguel, his tired eyes lighting up ever so slightly.

“I’ll see you next week then.”

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Free Spirit | Merida x Hiccup AU

Merida DunBroch was not his friend.

Children of the same age who happened to live nearby didn’t have to be friends, after all. Hiccup had never considered this, nor had anyone asked him about it.

01.

Hiccup first met Merida DunBroch when he was ten years old. At the time, he lived in a small, quiet town, where his days and nights repeated each other like clockwork. His world extended no farther than the short distance between his house and the park a few streets over.

That year, the DunBroch family moved into the tea-colored house next door—a place that had sat vacant for years because its resale price was too high. Merida’s room was on the second floor, and her window faced the screened window of Hiccup’s room. Yet for a long time, her curtains remained tightly drawn. Occasionally, though, he could hear faint music drifting across the divide, accompanied by her slightly off-key but surprisingly soothing singing voice.

Merida DunBroch was not his friend.

Children of the same age who happened to live nearby didn’t have to be friends, after all. Hiccup had never considered this, nor had anyone asked him about it.

Their first meaningful interaction didn’t happen at school.

That summer, when the oppressive heat made it impossible to sleep, Hiccup lay awake, kept company by the endless chirping of cicadas. One restless night, he pulled back his curtains to the sound of rustling leaves and caught sight of a figure moving stealthily outside the opposite window.

Merida’s curls spilled out from under a black hoodie as she carefully gripped the branches of the old locust tree outside her house. When she turned her head, their gazes locked.

A flicker of surprise crossed her face, a fleeting expression easily missed in the dim night. It quickly disappeared, masked by the determined set of her lips, followed by a silent gesture: her finger pressed to her lips in a plea for secrecy.

Hiccup gave her a small nod. Only then did she resume her climb, nimbly lowering herself to the ground before vanishing into the shadows at the end of the street.

02.

In middle school, Merida often got detention for a variety of peculiar reasons: skipping class once a week, passing notes during lessons, or drawing bizarre doodles all over her test papers.

During these detentions, she would sit in the corner of the classroom, munching on an apple from her lunch bag while staring out the window with a level of intensity that suggested the sky might be hiding a treasure long stolen from her.

But there were exceptions.

Sometimes, she wouldn’t look out the window. And sometimes, Hiccup was there, sitting in detention too.

On those occasions, Merida would throw crumpled pieces of paper at him. When he unfolded one, it was usually covered in bold, chaotic scribbles made with a marker. It was hard to decipher what, if anything, she had been trying to draw.

When he turned to her with a puzzled look, she would silently mouth the word:

“Dragon.”

Feigning a lightbulb moment, he nodded, pulled out his notebook, and began sketching clean, deliberate lines. Then, with a flourish, he tore the page from the notebook and tossed it back to her.

“This is a dragon,” it read.

That was the first time she ever smiled at him.

03.

Hiccup never knew which of their seemingly insignificant interactions marked the true beginning of their acquaintance. He wasn’t even sure, during that period of time, whether they could say they truly knew each other at all.

What he did know was this: whenever the sound of a window sliding open reached his ears, he would turn in his chair, almost instinctively, to find Merida leaning halfway out of her bedroom window.

Her eyes gleamed with a phosphorescent blue light that flashed briefly in the darkness, a signal of sorts. As always, Hiccup would nod—his silent promise to keep her secret. Then, with practiced ease, she would descend the tree outside her window and slip into the night.

He never asked where she went on those countless nights, just as he never asked when she planned to return. The next morning, without fail, she would step out of the DunBroch house as though nothing had happened, heading off to school like everyone else.

When he was younger, Hiccup used to wonder if she might be some kind of nocturnal sprite, belonging to the realm of the night.

He knew he was the only witness to her secret.

04.

By sophomore year, Merida DunBroch had become a legend at school.

Rumor had it that last year, she and a few others had snuck into the community pool at midnight for an all-night party, somehow evading the security guard. Others claimed she had smuggled fireworks into the winter carnival, setting off a spectacular display near the skating rink. There was even talk that she had gotten into a fistfight at a party in ninth grade with an upperclassman nearly a head taller than her.

Hiccup would occasionally spot her in the hallway, while she stood by the lockers with a group of friends. She wore a long-sleeved tank top under an oversized denim jacket, her black ripped skinny jeans tucked into combat boots. Draped over her shoulder was the arm of Macintosh, the star of the baseball team.

Everyone said the two of them had been dating since the start of the year. Rumor also had it that Macintosh had earned an athletic scholarship, and the couple was planning to attend the same college together.

No one knew if any of the stories were true. People always needed something to talk about, after all. Hiccup doubted Merida herself cared much about the gossip, though it was clear she had never once invited Macintosh over to her house.

In the crowded hallways, Hiccup occasionally saw Merida laughing so hard her shoulders shook. She would clutch her stomach, doubling over as if she could barely catch her breath. But her laughter was never directed at anything MacIntosh said. In fact, she rarely glanced in his direction.

Instead, her gaze would be fixed on the Thorston twins across the hall, who were busy scrawling ridiculous caricatures on each other’s faces with marker pens.

Hiccup didn’t put much stock in the rumors about her, nor did he care much for the other gossip circulating around school.

He did know one thing: Merida DunBroch had never seemed particularly interested in MacIntosh—or, for that matter, anyone else.

05.

Hiccup had once harbored a quiet crush on a girl in his physics class.

Astrid Hofferson was sharp-minded and captivating, her bright blue eyes brimming with emotions he could never quite decipher, sparking his endless curiosity. Her long golden hair, always neatly tied, shimmered under the sunlight, as if the universe had poured all its beauty into her. For a time, his gaze was irresistibly drawn to wherever she happened to be.

“Go talk to her.”

It was at a party hosted by the Thorston twins.

Their house was like an oversized Spanish villa, filled with chaos and neon-lit energy, from the crowded courtyard to the pulsating poolside, all drowning in a haze of music and voices.

Hiccup didn��t usually enjoy such hot, suffocating gatherings, where people, emboldened by alcohol, seemed desperate to act out of character. He hadn’t wanted to come despite the twins’ enthusiastic invitation. But he showed up—because she was there.

Astrid was always the center of attention, even without trying. That night, she sat idly on the staircase, and yet she stood out effortlessly amidst the chaos. Boys flocked to her, vying for her attention, but she remained composed, untouched by their antics, as though the world spun wildly around her, leaving her undisturbed.

“People can’t lie to themselves forever.”

A few seconds ago, Hiccup had seen Merida at the dining table, flipping cups in a drinking game with a group. Now, suddenly, she was in front of him, holding out a plastic cup as if daring him to take a drink and muster the courage to confess to Astrid.

Hiccup shook his head awkwardly.

He never imagined someone could so easily read his mind, but there she was. He scrambled internally for some argument to deny her claim, but before he could, Merida’s attention had already shifted elsewhere.

“Now pretend I just told you the funniest joke you’ve ever heard.”

He obeyed, though he didn’t understand why.

Merida drained her punch and stood with the casual air of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. Hiccup assumed this was part of some rivalry between her and Macintosh—a jealousy-fueled game. But then he remembered: no one had seen Macintosh at the party all night.

“See? You’ve got her attention now.”

Merida’s mischievous smile was impossible to miss, brimming with a sense of personal triumph. Hiccup glanced toward Astrid, still seated on the staircase. Though surrounded by admirers, her gaze seemed to linger in his direction.

“Do you think I should go talk to her now?”

“I bet she’ll come to you first.”

Hiccup felt like the quintessential lovestruck boy, unsure of himself, fumbling with his hands and suddenly self-conscious about his hair.

“How can you be so sure?”

The butterflies in his chest were in full frenzy when she leaned in and kissed him.

It was his first kiss, sweet with the lingering taste of punch and tinged with a fleeting chill, like the faint fragrance of roses in winter. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders, the touch lasting barely three seconds—just like the kiss itself, fleeting and impossible to interpret.

For a moment, he caught a glimpse of himself reflected in her eyes, but as she stepped away, the reflection vanished along with her retreating silhouette.

“Consider this a thank-you for keeping my secret.”

She was right. People couldn’t lie to themselves forever.

Astrid, just as Merida had predicted, wandered over to him and struck up a conversation. For the rest of the night, Hiccup didn’t see Merida again at the party.

06.

He once had a black cat.

To be precise, he had tried to have it.

Hiccup named it Toothless after he first spotted it on the roof by Merida’s window. Its soft, dense fur made it look like a fluffy ball that had landed there by accident.

“I don’t think she’s home,” he murmured to the cat, a strange compulsion overtaking him. Those piercing, watchful eyes made him feel as though it were waiting for Merida.

The cat often loitered by Merida’s window. Though she didn’t seem like the type to keep a pet, Hiccup initially assumed it belonged to her. Eventually, he couldn’t stop himself from talking to it, leaving his room open, and preparing food for it.

At first, Hiccup could sense Toothless’ wariness. The food he left in the morning was usually untouched until he returned home in the afternoon. Toothless was like a freeloading marauder who vanished without notice. But Hiccup enjoyed this routine.

As time passed, Toothless began to warm up to him. It would lounge lazily by his window on sunny afternoons, unbothered by his touch.

Hiccup started to think of it as his and felt a deep satisfaction in their unspoken bond.

But then, Toothless’ visits became sporadic, and Hiccup worried it might’ve been scared off or harmed by a stray dog.

That day, the world was shrouded in leaden gray, and by afternoon, a heavy rain had begun to pour. Streets were empty except for the occasional pedestrian, and raindrops pattered loudly against car windows.

Hiccup had spent the entire morning searching for Toothless, but his efforts yielded nothing until he saw Merida emerging through the mist.

Raindrops pooled into streams that just covered the hems of her soaked brown trousers. She strolled leisurely through the downpour, holding Toothless securely in her arms, as if the rain didn’t exist.

Merida pulled the hood of her moss-green sweatshirt over her head. She noticed Hiccup standing across the street, her expression hesitant for the briefest moment as a flash of lightning illuminated her face.

“Toothless? What a peculiar name,” she remarked.

It turned out Merida didn’t know the cat. But they both recognized it.

Through Merida, Hiccup learned Toothless was called “Orion” by the café owner on East Street. To the ice cream vendor, it was “Cookie,” and to the basketball teens at the corner, it was an early audience member. The boy scouts down Sixth Avenue called it a witch’s messenger.

Merida explained that sometimes it silently followed her, neither begging for food nor making a sound. Perhaps its earlier interest in her window had been nothing more than a whim.

Toothless nestled comfortably in Hiccup’s arms as they reached Snoutlout Jorgenson’s house. Merida stopped and pulled something wrapped in newspaper from her damp backpack.

“What’s that?”

“A dead catfish.”

The torrential rain showed no sign of stopping. Tightening her hood, Merida shook a can of spray paint vigorously and started toward the bushes beside Snoutlout’s gray Corvette.

“Tell me you’re joking.”

Hiccup felt an ominous sense of foreboding. Yet he already knew Merida DunBroch was about to do something audacious.

“Normally, I don’t care who messes with my brothers,” she said, shaking the can as she stood before the car, “but anyone stupid enough to cross me deserves to pay for it.”

“Why do you hate him? I thought you were friends.”

“I’m friendly with a lot of people,” Merida replied with a smirk, “but Snoutlout’s just an arrogant jerk.”

Before Hiccup could respond, Merida mouthed for him to be ready. She hurled the catfish at Snoutlout’s second-floor window. The crash of shattering glass was followed by lights flickering on throughout the house.

The alarm blared. Hiccup found himself racing after Merida into the rain-soaked streets, their footsteps splashing through puddles as the blaring alarm receded into the distance.

07.

Merida’s expression was calm and natural, her breathing quickly recovering from the mad sprint. It was as if the past few heart-pounding minutes, so intense for Hiccup, had never existed in her life.

“If I were you, I’d be careful not to get too attached,” she said.

Merida walked to the lit porch, pulling back her hood and peeling off her sticky sweatshirt. She tugged at the T-shirt underneath to keep it from clinging to her damp skin.

As she wrung the rainwater from her hair, she cast a quick glance at Toothless cradled in his arms. Only after she disappeared into the DunBroch household did Hiccup realize what she meant.

He had known all along.

Hearing so many different names for Toothless made it impossible to deceive himself any longer—this stray cat was never truly his. Deep down, he realized that the thought of keeping a creature like Toothless had been unrealistic from the start.

Every animal has its instincts.

And when offered the entire world, why would it choose to stay with him?

08.

Merida didn’t even attend her high school prom.

No one knew where she went, or in which direction she had disappeared.

Hiccup did, though. He knew she had been saving up in secret to buy a Harley-Davidson. Sometimes, he overheard her arguing with Mrs. DunBroch through the window, her thick Scottish accent sharp with defiance. But everyone understood—nothing could stifle her wild, untamed spirit.

She would often throw on Mr. DunBroch’s old black leather jacket, straddle the roaring engine of her motorcycle, and let its growl carry her through starlit nights. She tore through the dusty streets of the small town, a blazing streak of freedom.

Though they were never truly friends, whenever Hiccup heard the fading hum of her bike vanishing into the distance, he knew she was slipping further away from him.

She would ride day and night, diving headfirst into horizons he could only dream of. Her eyes shone with a vitality he could only envy, consumed by the journey, unconcerned with looking back.

When she returned, dismounting her bike and letting her fiery curls tumble free, she never glanced his way. She didn’t even notice he was there.

Her nighttime escapades grew more frequent, and each time she disappeared into the darkness, it left Hiccup with the haunting feeling that she might never return.

09.

So, when Merida leaned out of the window across from his one evening, it was the first time Hiccup dared to speak to her in that moment.

She sat perched on the windowsill, legs tucked up, their faces separated only by the thin glass pane. Time seemed to freeze as they stared at each other, taking him back to the first night he’d seen her escape.

The difference this time? She extended a hand to him.

“I can’t give you the answer you want,” she said, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “But you can see for yourself.”

The slight curve of her mouth shattered every doubt Hiccup had held onto. Without hesitation, he took the red-haired sprite’s hand and became her accomplice.

There was no going back now.

Merida had received a Lexus for her sixteenth birthday, but she’d lend it to her brothers instead. They parked it at the edge of the driveway, its gleaming crimson exterior a shade deeper than her fiery hair.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, she softly revved the engine, steering the car into the dark corridors he had only observed from afar.

They ventured into the lively East District, a perpetual carnival of neon-lit bars and restaurants. The windows blurred with streaks of colorful lights, transforming into a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues against the city’s eternal darkness.

The saxophone melodies of a bookstore owner echoed between fire escapes, met by the distant trumpet of a street performer. The sizzle of food on hot pans filled the air, mingling with the smoky allure of an underground bar hidden behind a tropical rainforest facade.

Under the gaze of starlight, she led him to the rooftop of an old apartment building, where an artist with a lavender beret captured the rust-free nightscape with her brush.

“For now,” she exhaled, “this world is yours.”

Hiccup looked down at the sea of lights below—glittering intersections, pulsing streetlamps, and a city veiled in a faint, dreamlike mist.

10.

Merida steered toward the ink-black strait.

Hiccup rolled down the car window, letting the thick, humid night air whip across his face. The breeze tossed Merida’s untamed red hair as she stared ahead, driving through the tranquil night as if it belonged to her alone.

They stopped by the beach. Merida kicked off her shoes, tossing aside her jacket before running toward the moonlit waves.

She dove into the shimmering sea, fully immersing herself before calling out to him, urging him to join her.

She splashed water his way, drenching his shirt until it clung to his skin, and he retaliated by soaking her fiery curls.

“Have you ever seen anything so breathtaking?” she asked, her voice breaking through the sound of the crashing waves.

From her jacket, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes. The flicker of her lighter struggled against the sea breeze until Hiccup shielded it with his hands, igniting a fragile flame in the night.

The briny air mingled with the faint aroma of tobacco. Smoke swirled and dispersed above them as she tilted her head skyward, her gaze lost in the expanse of stars.

“Not everyone sneaks out at night like you,” he teased, watching her from the corner of his eye.

“Do you always come here?”

She shrugged with a mischievous grin. “This is just the tip of the iceberg. See those stars?”

He followed her gaze upward as her voice and the waves blended into a soothing rhythm.

“Everyone’s desperate to belong. Everyone’s fighting to own everything.”

They stared at the distant horizon, where the shoreline met the night sky. Her shoulder brushed his, their hands nearly touching.

“No one likes an uncontrollable gamble,” she said, exhaling a plume of smoke. “When I moved here, people stayed away because they were afraid of something different. Then, almost overnight, everyone wanted to stand out. And I became an easy target—something to gossip about over dinner.”

“Even MacIntosh?”

“He’s just the son of my parents’ old friends,” she replied bluntly, extinguishing her cigarette. “I’ve never belonged to him.”

For the first time, Hiccup felt completely at ease.

They lay on the sand beneath the stars, her arm draped over him, her head resting on his shoulder. The city lights flickered faintly in the distance, and he could feel her breath against his neck.

Maybe they could stay like that forever, suspended in this fleeting dream, until dawn crept in to shatter its fragile reality.

For now, the dream was real.

11.

“We are too difficult to define and far too insignificant,” Merida said, gazing at the starry night above and the sandy beach beneath them. Just as no one knows where the edge of the universe truly ends, no one can count the grains of sand at the shore.

“That’s precisely why the world is worth exploring, isn’t it?”

It’s hard for people to truly understand one another. Hiccup understood this well, so he never presumed to decipher all her actions. Perhaps she wanted to embrace the vastness of the world, or maybe she was seeking a force grander and more irresistible than herself. But he didn’t care, because none of it really mattered.

Merida told him she always knew he would one day step into the serenity of this night as well.

They were, after all, the same kind of people—rebellious at their core, untamed, and unbound by rules. She knew that once he took the first step, he would fall in love with this feeling and, like her, be unable to resist.

“From now on, everything will be different, won’t it?”

She didn’t answer.

He took her hand again, interlocking their fingers. She tightened her grip in response.

Under the night sky, Merida’s blue eyes shimmered with light. At that moment, she looked astonishingly beautiful. Her soaked jeans clung to her legs, and it seemed as though the entire starry sea was etched into her gaze.

Hiccup knew he would, like this wild, untamed girl, crave more nights like these from now on.

12.

She turned off the car’s headlights and slowly pulled into the DunBroch driveway.

Merida brushed off the remnants of sand on her clothes and softly bid him goodnight, even though they had returned at the brink of dawn.

She took his hand, only to release it a moment later, then turned toward the old oak tree between their two windows.

For a brief moment, Hiccup was struck by the illusion of her walking away alone into the night. A wave of profound loneliness seemed to spill from her retreating figure, surging toward him in an instant.

His throat tightened, and he called out to her with the first thought that came to mind.

“I love you.”

His calm eyes met hers, and the words slipped out as naturally as if he were saying a simple goodnight.

Those three words lingered in Merida’s ears. Her brief daze quickly turned into a flicker of emotion in her eyes as she turned back toward him and embraced him.

Hiccup felt her rise on tiptoe, her lips near his ear, speaking each word with deliberate clarity. “I love you too, Hiccup. I always have.”

Her lips hovered so close to his.

Hiccup felt like they were in an old film, where the scene slowed frame by frame. Every small detail stood out and magnified: the raw emotion in her gaze, the faint smile in her whispered words. “But that doesn’t mean we belong to each other.”

“I don’t belong to anyone, you know that—because neither do you.”

Her reply didn’t surprise him. He knew it, especially after a night like this, where every thought bristled with an unsettling certainty.

He saw the weariness she tried to hide in her eyes—not from their night at the beach, but something deeper, something long buried. His words had only given it an outlet.

“But I’ll remember this night,” she said.

Hiccup wasn’t as shocked or disappointed as he thought he might be. Her words were imbued with her unique style—a distinct, inimitable signature of Merida DunBroch.

She could be a captivating question mark, as well as an ouroboros, an endless, open-ended conclusion.

At least the weight in his chest had lifted, and at least they understood each other now.

He felt her smile before she let go and stepped back, one step at a time. Finally, she raised her eyebrows, her figure glowing in the growing sunlight. She made a shushing gesture—the same one from when they first met.

He shrugged and nodded back at her, knowing how much she trusted him with that gesture.

He watched as she climbed the tree, landing on the roof outside her second-floor bedroom. She gently pushed open the window, slipped inside, and closed the curtains behind her.

13.

That window was never opened by the same person again.

From that day forward, Merida DunBroch vanished as though she had evaporated into thin air. No one in town ever saw the proud, free-spirited red-haired girl again—not even her Harley, which disappeared along with her.

The DunBroch parents were convinced she had left unannounced for Scotland yet again. Her triplet brothers claimed she had joined a legendary biker gang, riding as a daylight knight in distant towns.

Some townsfolk swore they’d seen her playing with bears at the zoo, while others insisted she was working as an archery coach on a ranch in the northern suburbs. But in the end, no one truly knew where she was, and no one had proof.

Maybe everyone was right, Hiccup thought. After all, her untamable spirit could never be confined or defined.

Since that night, he often returned to the bustling East District under the cover of darkness, savoring the damp seaside air and the endless unknowns just beyond distant streets.

He believed her when she said she would miss that night, because it often drifted into his mind too.

Though it was a pity they couldn’t explore the awe-inspiring edges of the night together, he didn’t dwell too much on the sadness.

Yet sometimes, in the middle of the night, he would wake and see the starry sky silently sparkling outside his window.

There, by the windowsill, he’d find a crumpled note marked with scribbles from a red marker. On it was a familiar, unidentifiable doodle, with a single bright red “M” etched in the corner.

[moonysbxtch0]

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Part 10 : Grindylow Hunt

Pairing: Professor Lupin x reader

Summary: Reader tries to find the Grindylow, too bad she has to do so when she's overwhelmed by her emotions from the close full moon.

Warnings: mastrubation (m) ,slight mentions of violence.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39275319/chapters/119629324

Fuck Remus Lupin. That asshole was dead serious about you getting him a grindylow.You had tried to change his mind a couple times, tried to offer a better deal but he insisted on his own.Not only that but every time you brought up the topic in a sarcastic tone he would blackmail you , threatening to actually tell McGonagall about you and the twins. So,with that thought on mind,on Sunday you woke up, body betraying you in every single way.It felt limp and you were too tired to even stand up. You wanted to sleep but you couldn't and you shouldn't if you still wanted to be a student here.

He's not getting out of this easily. You kept reminding yourself as you got ready. You cussed professor Lupin the whole time ,when you brushed your teeth... spitting on the sink harshly imagining you did so on his face ,when washing your face and then angrily drying it with a towel,when your pants ripped from anger as you tried to put them on,when your hair tangled when you tried to brush it, when you couldn't find you wand and as you slammed the door of your room, descending down the stairs.

"What in the Merlin's left ball?" You were faced with Percy. He was sitting on the couch, reading a book , enjoying the warmth of the crackling fireplace." Who died?"

"Hmm?" You furrowed your eyebrows at him.You were feeling irritated and didn't have any patience to decipher Percy's jokes so early in the morning. Just thinking that he would stay on the room while you had to go out in this cold made your blood boil. Life's unfair.

"It's Sunday, you're up early. I should mark this day on my calendar." He looked dumbfounded. Shut the fuck up Percy. That's what you wanted to say to him. Full moon was going to happen in about a week and unfortunately you got hit with one of the worst emotions, irritation.

"Lower your head ,keep reading that book and mind your business." You frowned and shoved your hands angrily in your pockets.

"Are you having your period? You're in a bad mood." Being dumb was a Weasley treat because even if you were it wasn't any of his business. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.You were mad at Lupin,Percy didn't have to be the person you express your anger at.

"See you around." You started walking in the fat lady's direction, trying to get out of the room before you started an unnecessary fight with Percy for no reason.

"Where are you going?" He raised his voice.Now even if you wanted to tell him th truth ,you couldn't. If you said that you had detention,he would start asking questions and eventually you might slip and tell him the actual reason you woke up so early. Plus you had to leave before Oliver woke up,you lied to him the other night and told him you weren't feeling well and couldn't make it to Hogsmade with him. If he saw you looking perfectly fine now ,he would think that you made an excuse to not go with him and you didn't want him to think that you were ignoring him.

"Out for a walk. Don't tell Oliver that you saw me." You forced a smile as you faced Percy but the look on your eyes made him gulp.

"Okay..."

<•>

You were laying on the grass,close to the lake,hands behind your head staring at the clouds which were changing shape frequently. You were thinking of ways that could help you catch a Grindylow without getting wet but till now you hadn't thought of anything. You hadn't learnt any spells like that and that made you groan in frustration.You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

At least you had a general idea how to catch one , thanks to your reading yesterday. You came across many useless information,you even read a book written from your previous defence against the dark arts professor,Gilderoy that turned out to be pure trash. The only helpful information you found was an article written by Newt Scamander who had managed to catch one and keep it in a jar. You had made sure to bring a jar with you.You sighed heavily and rested your weight on your forearms now.Maybe you could try to summon one?

"Accio grind-" you stopped yourself.What if you summoned more than one? Plus it's not like it would magically land on your hands anyway. Fuck. You had no other choice but to swim inside the lake. If you died ,you would fucking stalk that Remus Lupin for an entirety, that was a promise.

You stood near the lake, trying to not think too much about the risks of getting killed.You could do this. Twelve transformations a year and you still hadn't died ,a little water wasn't going to change that...or so you hoped. Not thinking too much about it , without a second thought you jumped into the water. You were freezing,it was cold... actually the word cold didn't even describe the temperature of this water.You should have been more careful when you got inside but it was too late. It felt as if your heartbeat slowed. You took deep breaths and gave your body time to get used to the water's temperature. Eventually it did ,you grabbed hold of your wand and casted the bubble-head charm.

You slowly sunk down,not moving too fast , trying to be wary of your surroundings. The lake might be one of the scariest places in the school but in a way you found it beautiful.Not just because of the view because as you kept swimming you noticed many life forms,co-living and not disturbing each other, clearly not minding one another.Only if it was the same with humans,your life would be much more easy,not having to be judged your whole life,not having to worry about showing the true you,your true colours without the fear of being prejudiced for being a werewolf.

You had yet to spot a Grindylow even after about half an hour of being down here and by the looks of it you wouldn't find any if you didn't do something soon. You stopped for a moment, moving your limbs to keep you floating without sinking further and tried to find a solution. It didn't take you much time to think of one.You muttered a tracking spell and soon a net of white strings appeared in front of you. You tried to focus on finding what you came here for in the first place and tried to ignore the white strings ,which located the other creatures and then soon enough a red string appeared. You found them. You just had to follow it.

They were smart,you would give them that.They had hidden under a beautiful dark red rock and never in a million years would you have thought to check there. You eventually went close to it, using professor Lupin's tip to levitate it and soon enough a group of baby Grindylows ,which were sleeping appeared in front of you.They seemed harmless like this and you were glad their mothers weren't around. You managed to get close to them and slowly grabbed one of them, sealing it on a jar just as Newt had done. You charmed the jar and made it shrink so it would fit inside your pocket. You levitated the rock back to where it was but as you did ,you lost concentration for a moment because you thought you heard something and it nicked your thigh. It didn't hurt but the blood wasn't a good sign. It had a certain smell that might attract certain dangerous creatures so with that thought you started swimming back to the surface.

You had a smile on your face,you were sure that Lupin didn't think that you would actually get him one and couldn't wait to see the expression on his face. You felt relieved,he won't snitch and you won't get expelled.Though the twins owe you big time for this...they should have been here with you. You were finally seeing light from the surface, just a few more meters and you would be able to leave and never come back.

Whatever smile you had on your face , vanished quickly when you felt something slippery wrap around your ankle. You frantically moved your head down only to see a group of angry adult Grindylows swim in your direction,one of them having grabbed hold of your ankle and gripping it as if its life depended on it. You were screwed.

<•>

Remus had closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the hot water that hit his skin. One hand was resting on the cold piles of the wall and the other one was resting against his side. He let out a deep groan as he felt the pain from his body leave just for the shortest moment. He was tired,both mentally and physically today.

Full moon was only a week away and he already had start feeling restless.What he actually hated this time that made him feel tired mentally was the emotion that decided to accompany this month's full moon. He threw his head back and let the water splash his face, taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly. He felt something between his legs twitch and the thought that he would have to deal with being rock hard for about a week was killing him.

He tried not to give his cock any attention, even though it was starting to become painful. He didn't want to risk it because last time Remus had sat on his desk, pulled his cock out of his pants and had started jerking off images of a certain witch had come to his mind. Her taking his cock in her mouth,inch by inch, gagging on it , eyes watering because she couldn't fully fit him there had made Remus feel guilty for days and ashamed of himself as he had cleaned the mess he had created on his pants and shirt.

Sure he hadn't sat down with the thought of beating his meat while thinking of you,he had tried to use the time as a stress reliever but when it took a dark turn ,it only increased his stress. Sure,it was his fault for that much he was sure. He had been teasing you since day one , had even made sexual remarks...he knew that he shouldn't have done so, he's supposed to maintain professionalism but something about you makes him get out of his skin.

Opening his eyes slowly and looking down,he noticed that his erection hadn't gone down in the slightest. Oh Merlin,he was screwed. He knew what would happen if he touched himself but if he didn't he would have to suffer all day...he needed to cum,he had time to feel guilty after. For now he had to get himself out of this agonizing state. So with that thought,he wrapped a hand around his cock and bit his lip hard , groaning in the process. This felt good...even if the person he imagined as soon as he moved his fist up and down was going to probably hate him if she knew what he did when he thought about her,how he sullied her image,how he imagined that he would defile her... didn't stop Remus from making himself cum,your name falling from his lips.

"Fuck." His chest was moving up and down fast,his fist was covered with white liquid ,the piles were covered in small white maps but none of that mattered. " The fuck is wrong with me?" He muttered as he slammed his forehead against the wall.

<•>

"Relashio" you moaned the revolusion jinx, forcing the Grindylow to remove its hold from your ankle. You had no time to zone out so with that thought,you swam as fast as you could, thanks to your lycanthropy which gave you extra stamina you were out in no time.You crawled out of the lake , coughing on the process and then your body fell to the ground. You made it out ,safe.

"In your face ,Lupin." You shouted and smiled as you punched the air.

<•>

In a matter of twenty minutes you had dried your clothes,had reversed the shrinking spell on the jar,had cleaned the small wound on your thigh ,had found the twins and asked for their help to locate professor Lupin using the marauders map and now you were standing in front of his private chambers door.

You gulped, should you perhaps wait for a better moment to hand him the Grindylow...it felt like you were overstepping his boundaries by being here. What if he thought that you were a stalker? Wait. You almost died because of him today,if anyone should feel guilty, it's him. You moved your eyes from left to right then rasped your knuckles on the hard wood , waiting for him to open the door,hand him the Grindylow,make a sarcastic comment,mock his attempts of blackmailing you the past few days and live your life happy ever after.

The door creaked open, revealing professor Lupin but the second you saw him,your train of thoughts was interrupted. Your eyes were glued on him,your heart was beating fast...what the hell?! He must have just gotten out of the shower because the only thing he was wearing was a towel wrapped around his waist.Water droplets were forming trails all over his naked upper body, which was quite ripped...he didn't look like he would be hiding all that under those clothes of his. His cheekbones were flushed in a warm red ,nose shining and his eyes' colour was even more noticeable...

"Poppy-" he was drying his hair with another towel." I told you that you didn't have to-" he stopped talking when his eyes landed on you.

Something was wrong with you...your throat felt sore,your lips were dry.You couldn't even control the way your voice trembled as you spoke."Professor."

"Y/N." His voice dropped a few octaves lower than usual.

"Eh..."you gulped, trying to get hold of your thoughts. Nervously licking your lip ,you spoke." Your...errand." You moved the jar in his direction, moving your eyes to the side, trying to ignore the way he was raking your body with his eyes , trying to not do the same.

"Right." He ran a hand through his hair, puffing his cheeks and sighing in the process. You heard his footsteps closing in and when he closed the distance you had to physically restrain yourself from making any reaction when his toxicating smell of arousal filled your nose. It was...what the hell was he doing before you arrived here? You closed your eyes and the quick fragment of the professor touching himself that appeared on you mind,made your abdomen clench,your cheeks heat up and your chest burn. The realisation hit you...it wasn't irritation that you would have to deal with this month,hell you wished if that would be the case,you actually had to deal with being horny for a whole week...Oh Merlin." I think you can let go of it,I got it." His voice was strained and hoarse and for the moment your whole nervous system was malfunctioning.

"Eh... sorry." You moved your eyes to his , only to find him already staring at you with this darkened expression...his eyes...no. You were reading too much into this. You let go of the jar and he held the top of it with one hand."Deal closed?" You found it hard to speak,it felt like a struggle to even form simple words in the moment.

He rubbed his neck and moved his eyes to the side, eyebrows furrowed."Yes. I'll keep my word,no worries."

"Thank you..." You let the words linger on the air... waiting for him to say something but he refused to even meet eyes with you again."Guess I'll see you around...sir."

He ran his palm over his face,from his forehead,down to his chin and then back to his forehead, sliding his hair back then locking eyes with you again." See you around,Y/N."

Part 11:

[spiritussancto1]

Adventure!

Jegulus multiverse microfic wordcount-959

James has an idea for a date. Regulus does not like surprises.

May 25, 1978 2pm:

  Regulus’ coin glowed warm just as he was dozing off in History of Magic. A portable sun in his pocket. Glad of the distraction, he casually pulled the coin out and started playing with it like he was stimming. He glanced around the room. No one was looking. The coin read,

  “I got you a surprise! 

  Can you come on an 

   adventure tonight?”

  Reg felt his heart rate pick up. An adventure with James Potter could mean anything from earning a month of detention pulling a prank, to playing with a roomful of puppies, to getting wasted out of bounds. It wasn't hard to re-etch the coin unobtrusively, you just needed to form the full message clearly in your mind as you cast the spell silently. And hold your wand so it’s not obvious. And cough or otherwise make a little noise to cover the scratching for the moment it takes. Ok, it’s a little bit hard. He wouldn’t have trusted everyone with one but he’d made one for James and Pandora. Bats and Rosie would be hurt if they knew. He had them carefully marked to prevent sexting Panda by accident but he always triple checked if he sent anything scandalous. 

  “What kind of adventure?”

         “It’s a surprise!

managed to get something 

  it’s given me a great idea

            Trust me?”

It took nearly ten min for Reg to respond.

  “time/place?”

 

 “One eyed witch statue

      3rd floor, east wing

                10pm”

This was not a good idea.

10pm:

  “Psst,” hissed the stone witch

  “James?” Reg whispered, looking around. A grinning curly head ducked out from behind the statue and Regulus slipped in next to him quietly. “What are we doing here?” he hissed

  “Look what I managed to nick from Slughorn's office this morning,” James said conspiratorially, and he pulled out a small paper bag with a few strands of some kind of seaweed.

  “You nicked gillyweed. Why did you nick gillyweed?”

  “Thought it might be fun for a prank but now I have a much better idea,” James said confidently, keeping his voice down

  “What, are we going to go play with the giant squid?” Regulus whispered sarcastically.

James winked at him, “Almost. But let's get out of the open,” he said. He tapped the witch saying, “Dissendium,” and the back of the statue slid open revealing a narrow doorway and steep stone stairs. James made a dramatic and overly polite gesture for Reg to proceed him.

  “And where does that go?” Reg eyed James and the dark passageway, considering.

  “Find out?” and James is grinning

Reg hesitates but they are already out after hours. Fuck it. He climbs into the narrow entrance and goes down a few stairs before turning to James who slipped in behind him and was standing very close when the door slid closed. They were in total darkness for a moment before they both lit their wands

  “How far down does this go?”

  “40 feet? Maybe 50?”

  “And then?”

  “Adventure”

  “You’re impossible,” Reg grumped but he went down anyway. As they descended, the walls got damp and slimy. “Where are we going, Potter?” Reg asks darkly when they’re about halfway down

  “Well I know you like art galleries. Have you ever been to an aquarium?”

  “There’s one in the little muggle city near the Scotland manor. It’s alright. What does that have to do...with...gilly...weed?” Reg trails off, hoping this wasn’t going where he thinks it might be going.

  “Well I know of a really impressive one!” James is nearly bouncing, he's so excited. He takes Regulus’s hand as the passage levels out, playing with his fingers.

  “It’s 10pm Potter. Any aquarium is going to be closed on a Thursday”

  “I know”

  “And we aren’t allowed to go sightseeing in the muggle world during term”

  “We certainly are not”

  “And we can’t aparate out of Hogwarts”

  “No we can’t,” James says cheerfully. It was getting a bit annoying actually.

  “Where are we bloody going James?”

  “Hogsmeade!” James crows, as if that explains everything

  “You don’t actually have a plan at all do you?” Reg suggests flatly. Not that he minded just being here. In a smelly underground tunnel after hours. He probably should mind.

  “Of course I do! I put work into this!”

  “You came up with this idea 8 hours ago”

  “And I’ve put 8 hours of research and planning and supply acquisition into it since then!”

  “Hmmm,” Reg muttered noncommittally. 

  They walked in silence for a few min.

  Reg sighed. “What are we doing in Hogsmeade with gillyweed?”

  “Aparating to Rostock”

  “Rostock. In Germany,” Regulus said flatly.

  “In Germany,” James says happily

  “I should probably learn to just go with your harebrained schemes, shouldn’t I?”

  “Probably, yes”

  “I don’t know how to get to Rostock,” Regulus points out, a half-assed excuse.

  “And I will side-along you. You trust me, don’t you?”

  “To aparate me across the continent in the middle of the night when you won’t explain what we’re doing?” James just smiles and Reg softens, against his better judgement. “....I can’t believe I’m doing this,” but the corners of his mouth were twitching and his heart pounded at the idea of running away with James in the middle of the night. 

  “You know, Remus said that all the time in 1st year,” James tossed out as he turned to face Reg. They stopped at the bottom of another slimy narrow stairway. “Ready?” and he started to put his arms around the smaller boy, hesitating before actually touching him. Regulus took a deep breath, looking into James’ sparkling hazel eyes and nodded. James could have just taken his hand but he enveloped Regulus in his arms, wrapping him close and safe as he spun them into the suffocating darkness.

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I am actually going somewhere with this. not sure if i should have published this bit along with the next bit instead of on its own but anyone actually reading this feel free to tell me what you prefer.

James does indeed have a plan. it's adorable, if ill-advised. he gets to be a little shit in service of being the most romantic boyfriend ever

part 2 is now here and 3 times the length. i really should have split it up differently or published it all together but c'est la vie

[tiramisuucakeee]

5. PERFECT OPORTUNITY

( sunflower, yang jungwon )

“to the left, to the left, more, stop! wait, to the right.. left again,” karina instructed, as you and giselle held a big banner up at the gym’s entrance, finishing the last-minute decorations before the dance this saturday.

“y’all, i swear, you two make me older-” karina began, just as the banner slipped from your grasp and fell, narrowly missing ningning, who was carrying a stack of boxes.

you looked at giselle with a small smile, and descended the ladders to get the banner again, but karina stopped you both. “guys, let’s all take a break! come here.”

the group that was involved in the dance decoration consider of the student council, meaning giselle, the cheer team, meaning your whole friend group, and some professors that would stay around that night looking after the students.

“we are two days away from the dance, and somehow this banner is still not up!” karina crossed her arms, clearly stressed. as captain of the team and vice-president of the student council, she had a lot on her plate, especially with exams coming up after the dance.

“let’s all take a breather, okay?” winter stepped up behind her, placing her hand gently on her shoulder. “come on, let’s chat a bit.”

you followed both girls, along with winter, giselle and ningning, who looked quite tired too.

sitting down on the gym bleachers, winter joined her hands together, wanting to engage in a small conversation to distract them from their duties.

“with everything going on, i feel like we’ve barely seen eachother,” she started. “so, you guys all have a date for the dance or...” winter asked, holding up an invisible microphone, and pointed it in karina’s way.

“yeah, i’m going with jae wook, the guy from college,” she looked down, a small blush on her face, as winter teased her.

“oooh, an older guy!” winter poked her arm, prompting karina to squirm under the attention. then, winter suddenly remembered something. “what about y/n? are you going with that yang guy?” she turned to you, directing the imaginary microphone your way as the girls leaned in, eager for the scoop.

“wait what?” you blinked.

“yeah, the quarterback, mr. crazy stunts, the guy who thinks he’s spider-man,” giselle explain, to which you understood.

“oh, jungwon, yeah, no,” you shook your head. “i mean, it kinda came up the other day when i ate breakfast with him and his aunt, but, nothing happened,” you said, partially lying, not wanting to tell them about that moment, where you realized you might have fallen for him.

“wait, you met his family?!” giselle gasped. “are you sure you both haven’t been dating in secret?!” she squinted her eyes at you.

“no we haven’t,” you pushed her playfully. “his aunt thought i was going to the dance with him since i’m like the only ‘girl friend’ he has had over.”

“wait y/n, maybe he does like you. why ese would his aunt think that?” karina thought out loud.

“i have no clue, what i do know is that i’m hungry, do you guys want anything?” you stood up, and listened to their orders, then walked down the bleachers and out the gym.

you decided to do a little round around the school before reaching the vending machines, after all, it was your senior year, the last one on this place before leaving.

you thought about jungwon. would it be right to accept his feelings? if he had any. or was it too late?

would it be worth it? most high school relationships don't make it past graduation. and you were sure that with you taking after your fathers tech company in the future, and jungwon being busy with his stark internship and whatever else he did in his time, maybe it wouldn't work.

but you were reaching, because you still don’t know if he feels anything for you. and so you stood in your empty homeroom, staring out the window, lost in thought, someone passed by.

jungwon hold his backpack silently, as he amazingly escaped from mr. park. it was one thing for him to be his coach, and another to have him as the detention teacher, he couldn’t stand being in that classroom for two more seconds.

he walked quickly down the hallway, not wanting to get caught, sneakily as a spider.

until something caught his eye. and how could you not catch his eye. you were like a dream, everything he absolutely wanted.

“y/n?” jungwon walked inside your homeroom, making you turn around to face him. his heart raced, as you looked at him like he had brightened up your day.

“jungwon! hi, what- what are you… shouldn’t you be home or something? maybe?” you asked, almost revealing that you knew he wasn’t supposed to be in school at this hour. you were quite surprised he hadn’t caught in yet about your behavior around him, he made you feel and talk different. he made you nervous.

for other guys, you’ve never really felt like this, of course there was this rush, never having a problem to get what you want. but jungwon, you feel like you have to show off, be in your best behavior and not mess up, even when you have your suspicions he’s head over heels for you.

“ah, i… it’s kinda embarrassing,” he chuckled. “i had detention for missing too many classes.”

slowly nodding, you bit the inside of your cheek, anxious about his presence, it almost felt like you needed air, so you stepped back, closer to the window, as your heart beat faster.

he noticed this, and all he wanted was to get closer, but he was afraid of doing something wrong.

you gulped, feeling the tension between you thicken like a fog. the way he looked at you so innocently yet so needy, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something unspoken hanging in the air. you didn’t know what else to say, all you wanted was for him to stay right there, so you went with the most normal excuse. “so, about the movie thing…”

but you didn’t know that even if you were talking your life away, or staying silence for eternity, jungwon wanted to be there, he just wished you would want him in the same way he did you.

“about that…” jungwon began, it was now or never.

you felt your heart sink, getting ready for rejection.

he coughed awkwardly, “i wanted to ask you something first, would you… the dance-” he sighed, gathering up courage, maybe saving civilians was much more easier than confession his feelings. “i really, really, really want to go to the dance with you.”

your mouth parted, as suddenly everything in that moment felt unreal, except for him.

“really?”

“i mean- if you don’t want to… that’s totally fine you know?- you are probably already going with someone else, i just wanted to tell you,” he rushed, his words tumbling out in a flurry. the way he turned away, embarrassment etching his features, only made you want to pull him closer.

“jungwon,” you walked over to him. “i wouldn’t even want to go to the dance if it wasn’t with you.”

he could not reply, your words were just too much for him. it was embarrassing how he could easily face danger alone almost every night, swinging from the tallest buildings to the sky, but panicked as soon as you said something.

“what?” he asked, as if hoping for a different answer. but deep down, he knew he just wanted to hear it again, clearer this time.

and you, like him, weren’t someone who messed around with your feeling and desires. of course you still felt scared that as soon as you dive into something with jungwon, he would change and drop you, but you would never know unless you tried.

closing the distance between both, you shyly joined your own hands together. “i really, really, really want you to take me to the dance.”

fireworks, it was as if fireworks had erupted in jungwon’s stomach. nothing had ever made him feel like this. he could proudly say he was the happiest man alive.

“you’re not going to regret it,” he breathed out, blinking quickly, and taking your hands in his, as if taking care of a fragile sunflower.

“i wouldn’t even think about regretting this, won,” and you prayed that thought didn’t even cross your mind, because why would it be so wrong, if it felt so right to be here with him.

his eyes softened as he looked at you, the weight of your words settling in his chest. it was a connection that felt like it transcended everything - your fears, his identity, the weight of the multiverse. all that mattered was you standing in front of him, your heart laid bare, tangled in a spiderweb.

!

“mr. stark! mr. stark!” jungwon hung upside down in his room, finally managing to reach the man he’d been calling for the past half hour, after only hearing elevator music, and being redirected from number to number, all thanks to happy.

“what do you want, kid?” tony’s hologram flickered to life, showing him at the avengers tower bar, the lively chatter of the famous heroes buzzing in the background. but even amidst the chaos of steve and thor chatting, he made time for jungwon.

“guess what i just did!” jungwon said excitedly. “you will never, ever believe me!”

“if you took off the training wheels safety protocol from the suit again-” tony started, pausing to mix various liquors in an elaborate cocktail.

“nuh-uh,” jungwon shook his head, flipping down from the ceiling and landing deftly on his feet. “i finally asked her out to the dance!”

“asked who out to the dance?” tony replied, still focused on his drink, pouring it into a glass and adding a tiny parasol, like he was making a tropical vacation in a cup.

“her,” jungwon emphasized. “just, the most amazing person ever. she’s like- like, i don’t even have the correct words to describe her, because they wouldn’t live up to her.” He sighed, dreamy and hopeful.

“uh-huh,” tony said, nonchalantly moving his phone to the other side of the bar, busy drying different mixtures as if jungwon’s news was just background noise.

“mr. stark, are you even listening to me?” jungwon crossed his arms, frustration bubbling up. “the greatest thing of my life just happened a few hours ago, and you’re being an alcoholic instead of paying attention!”

“sorry, kid, i thought being spider-man was the greatest thing that ever happened to you?” tony leaned in closer, raising an eyebrow with that trademark smirk of his.

“not even remotely close,” jungwon shot back.

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damn lottie matthews.

always walking through the school hallways as if she owned the place. always sporting that stupid smirk on her face, effortlessly winning over any girl she wanted. detention seemed to be a nonexistent concept for her; in fact, she boldly declared it to be her favorite class. and that obnoxious bike of hers—the very same one she rode to your house every night at 3:00 am, when the world was asleep, and it was just the two of you, the empty road, and the night sky.

lotts: i’m here, hurry up

you hastily slipped on your shoes and grabbed the first hoodie you could find—she hated when you kept her waiting. stealthily, you descended the stairs and cautiously opened the front door, making every effort to avoid waking up your parents.

and there she was, leaning against her stationary motorcycle, igniting a cigarette with a jack daniel's zippo she had stolen from her father's office. clad in a saint laurent dark gray acid-washed t-shirt, a pair of ripped dark levi's, her favorite golden goose sneakers—which were too dirty for your personal taste—, and that ever-present black leather jacket that made you want to rip it off her body.

"you coming?" she asked nonchalantly, interrupting your thoughts. hastily, you moved towards her, placing your hands over her lips.

"shhh, you might wake my parents," you said with concern.

she chuckled, grasping your wrist and prying your hands away from her mouth. as she did, you could feel her numerous cold rings tapping against your warm skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"no kiss?" she inquired, smoke billowing from her mouth.

you smirked, and she drew you into a kiss—slow and passionate. her lips felt cold, and the taste of tobacco and gold tequila lingered on her tongue. with one hand caressing your cheek, the other slid under your shirt, gripping your skin as her tongue found its way into your mouth.

your friends would kill you if they found out about this. you had promised them that your situationship was over, that you had blocked her and would never speak to her again. she wasn't good for you. she had never had a stable relationship, frequently used drugs, and couldn't commit. you were just one of the many girls she slept with—yet, despite that, it was you she called every night. it was you she sought.

so yeah, maybe she wasn't yours, and perhaps you could never fix her. yet, you'd always wait for the night to come, for that was when she would come to you, freely and secretly, but with a tinge of intimacy. that’s when she would hold you close, when she would gently press her lips against yours, and when you'd wrap your arms around her waist, holding her tight as she rode. you’d close your eyes and be hers, right in that moment.

because it was inevitable.

whenever she called, you'd be there, running to her. that was the way it was, and the way it always would be.

[hannahhook7744]

Descendants Detention Slips (OC Addition) (Part 3);

[heytheredelulu]

✨WIP Wednesday✨

I was tagged by @flowersforbucky to post a snippet from my current WIP. I’m actually on a break from writing FF so here’s a snippet from a chapter in my book I’m hoping to self publish next year. We are currently in a very rough draft stage. 😅

“Damn, Jay got you good this time.”

“Shut the fuck up, Michael.” I growl at my cell mate, falling backwards onto my cot. Once the comment slips from my mouth I immediately feel remorse for it. Mike’s a good guy, he’s had my back since I transferred in from juvenile detention and he shouldn’t have to take the brunt of my anger just because he happens to be the closest available person to take it out on. I scrub a hand down my face before offering my hands up in apology. “Sorry, Mike. That wasn’t-”

“Nah, I get it, it’s cool.” He replies, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. His expression softens and gives away the impression he really isn’t offended, despite his body language.

Mike flashes me a sympathetic smile, flipping his dark, overgrown hair back off his face. I can’t help but shake my head every time he does that goddamn hair flip. His entire physical appearance screamed ‘punk’, from his hair to his stretched earlobes that hung oblong without plugs since they were confiscated in processing. If I had ever run into Mike on the outside we definitely wouldn’t have been friends. Then again, I probably would have never run into him in the first place, since he likely spent his time hanging out at the docks of a shitty midwest mall, smoking trash marijuana in a Green Day t-shirt and dirty Chucks while drinking Four Lokos that he lifted from a Circle K.

But as I learned on the inside, you take your friends when you can get them. I stopped making assumptions based on appearance from pretty much my first day here, as I learned relatively quickly that people don’t fit the stereotypical build for their crimes; especially the particularly fucked up crimes. Those guys look so normal that it’s a daily reminder that monsters really do walk among us as men.

“I scored some smokes, I’m happy to share.” He offers as if that’s supposed to make me feel better and it was all a part of his master plan to cheer me up after having my eyebrow split in half. “I don’t smoke.” I reply, staring up at the ceiling.

“Maybe you should start.”

“And maybe you should stop.” I counter and he barks out a laugh, raking a hand through his hair. “We all got our vices, man. At least mine’s harmless.”

“It’ll kill you.”

“I’m already dead inside.”

Okay, he’s not punk, he’s a goddamn emo.

“I really am, you know.” He says quietly in my lack of reply and I close my eyes so he can’t see me roll them. I’m really not in the mood for an unsolicited therapy session. I know Mike’s torn up from his crime but does he have to lay it on so fucking thick?

Oh woe is me, to have seen what I have seen, to see what I see!

There’s some irony in the fact that I of all people would immediately think up a Hamlet quote in response to Mike’s recurring self-pity.

I’d like to think it’s because it’s fresh in my mind due to the lack of variety in reading materials in prison and not some strange parallel my brain is trying to establish. I certainly hope that as the son who carried out a revenge murder I don’t create a domino effect that causes myself and those around me to descend into madness.

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

Jesus Christ, Jay must’ve hit me harder than I’d thought.

💋 Sj

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de fragee prutia | part 3.

Summary: Welcome to the world of Descendants but with a slight twist. (Y/N) is the daughter of Prince Naveen and Princess Tiana. Being girlfriend to Ben and a royal herself, (Y/N) encourages Ben to bring over some kids from the Isle. Will she be putting everything she loves to the test with this idea? Will she and Ben survive or will she meet someone else along the way?

Pairing: Ben x reader

Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: none

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

(Y/N POV)

You had spent the better part of the week ignoring Mal and any time you had to talk to her your words were laced with venom. It wasn’t easy any time you both showed up to your lockers at the same time, like today. Mal gave you a brief smile but knew better than to try and say anything. You both grabbed your stuff silently. You looked over at Mal.

What you wanted to do was yell and scream. You got where she was coming from but that didn’t make it right, and to not say anything for so long. It made you pissed. But you acting out could potentially make Mal turn back towards evil and that wasn’t what anyone needed. She should consider herself lucky she’s a VK and you cared more about making them better. If it was an AK you would’ve held a grudge for at least four months. You angrily kicked the locker before taking a breath and turning to Mal.

“As head of the VKA program, I’m marking these past events as a small slip up. Slight regression, to be expected nothing major. Five hours of extra goodness classes with Jane as a detention. But as a girlfriend I’m obligated to call this strike one, Mal. Let’s not make this one a habit. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Mal went to shake your hand but you pulled her into a hug instead. You had to go in all the way otherwise you’d let your anger take over again.

“Wait, you said girlfriend. So you and Ben.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I just clearly heard…”

“I’m scheduling your first hour with Jane right now if you don’t shut up.”

You were still mad at Ben. A love potion wasn’t supposed to magically erase all the emotions you had to go through and unlike Mal, you could afford to stay mad at him.

~~~~~~

(Third Person POV)

(Y/N), Ben, and Mal shared math together. When Ben made a move to sit next to (Y/N), she got up and moved to sit by Mal. He had been trying multiple times to be next to (Y/N) in any class they shared and it was honestly, slowly breaking her down.

Ben didn’t push it. He let (Y/N) and Mal switch places and didn’t say anything. Mal purposely sat back in her seat so Ben and (Y/N) were at least aware of each other. Ben smiled to himself every time he caught (Y/N) looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

“Um, Mal, do you have the answer to number eight?” (Y/N) asked. They were correcting tests in class.

“Nope, sorry. Math’s not really my…thing.”

“Ici. J’ai la bonne réponse pour ça.” Ben slid over his test. (Here, I have the right answer for that one)

“Oh…merci,” (Y/N) said quietly as she tentatively grabbed the test.

She didn’t talk to Ben or Mal the rest of class, just silently did her corrections. Any time she needed a correction she couldn’t solve, she would silently reach across the table for Ben’s paper. The bell rang dismissing everyone.

“Thank you, Mr. Clemmons.” The class said in unison as they left.

The next day (Y/N) walked quickly to her locker after class before Ben could try and stop her. She was there to drop off her math binder and pick up her poms. Yearbook pictures for some of the sports teams were that day right before lunch and Tourney Cheerleading was one of them.

Ben hid around the corner from his locker. He could see (Y/N) from where he was. He watched as she opened her locker and stared blankly at a space in there. (Y/N) stared at the ring in her locker. She had seen Ben wearing the birthday ring she got him lately but didn’t expect his beast ring to be sitting in front of her.

(Y/N) looked past the ring to throw her binder in and grab her poms. She slammed her locker shut before rolling her eyes and reopening it. Ben smiled as he watched her slip the ring on her pointer finger and leave for pictures. She accepted the ring. Now he could carry forward with his apology. She wanted more than words and that’s what he would give her.

(Y/N POV)

You never ate a heavy breakfast before a game on game day because it made getting into the tight cheer uniform not easy. Why you didn’t apply the same principle for picture day was beyond you. You stood in line with the other girls waiting for pictures, tugging at your uniform.

“(Y/N)? We said yellow sparkly bows with Auradon written in blue.” Jane said as she assessed everyone’s uniforms. You were wearing the plain white bows.

“Crap. I’ll go run to my room and grab it real quick. I’ll be back in time, promise!”

You dropped your poms and started running towards the dormitories. You were mentally trying to picture where the bow could be in your room. You were out of breath as you put the key in, to unlock the door. The gym wasn’t exactly right next to the dorms. Before you could turn the key, the door opened just slightly. There was Ben in the doorway, blocking your path.

“I forgot to ask for the spare key back… Can I get in my room please? I’m in a hurry for something.”

“That would ruin the surprise.”

“What, Ben?”

“Here. Jane texted me.” He said, handing you the yellow bow you needed.

“Thanks.” You grabbed your bow from him.

“You’re wearing it.” Ben motioned towards his ring.

“Yeah…and it’s not allowed for pictures so…”

“I’ll hold onto it for you.”

He stretched out his hand. You gently slipped the ring off and dropped it into his outstretched hand. You turned to leave and run back to the gym.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Wait!”

You turned back. Ben handed you a letter.

“Mi suino vraicho davelé, Prutia.” (I really am sorry, Princess)

“I…I’ve got to go, Ben.”

You ran back towards the gym to make it for pictures.

“Just in time. Only one team left before we go.” Jane ushered you back over to where the rest of the squad was. “What’s that?”

“Letter from Ben.”

“What’s it say?”

“Let’s find out.”

“What language is that?”

“Maldonian,” you whispered in shock.

Ben wrote a whole letter in Maldonian. You knew it took him a lot of time and probably some help from Jay; Ben was by no standard fluent in Maldonian. He explained everything Mal had already told you and apologized for other things too. It didn’t matter what the letter said at this point. The fact that he took the time to write it in Maldonian. It meant so much to you.

English might have been the official language in Auradon but a few of the smaller kingdoms or territories had their own languages. You learned Maldonian and French Creole before you so much as said a word in English. Maldonia was always a small kingdom, no one outside of it, with the exception of Jay, knew how to speak Maldonian. You were surprised the first time Ben ever asked you how to say hello in Maldonian and certainly never thought he would take it this serious.

“Oh, that’s sweet.” Jane said peering at the letter she couldn’t read.

You didn’t say anything. You set the letter down, grabbed your poms, and got into position for photos with the squad.

~~~~~~

Outside your room door was a small wicker basket with Ben’s old clothes, his beast ring, your favorite socks, and one of your more delicate tiaras. You grabbed the basket and made your way to one of the guest bathrooms near the middle of your dorm floor to change. They weren’t the same sweats you’d worn before. It was one of Ben’s extra tourney uniforms. Without all the padding, the jersey and shorts were pretty comfortable.

You knocked on your room door. Ben opened it part way again, he was in sweats but also had his crown on. So, it was that type of day. Whatever Ben wanted, he meant business when the crown was on.

“Password?”

“Let me into my own room, it’s the middle of the day and I’m out here dressed like an idiot.”

“Mmmm. I would’ve accepted password but I guess that works too.”

Ben opened the door fully to reveal a rose petal path with water lilies in the center leading up to the open bay window. On the seating area attached to the window was a tray of food. Ben grabbed your hand and led you towards the window. He sat on one side of the tray and you sat across from him on the other.

“You did all this? How long did it take you?”

“Since you left for photos, I panicked for a minute when Jane texted. You wanted something past words.” Ben poured your soda for you.

“Jay helped with the letter didn’t he?”

“TC.”

You looked up from the burger you were eating. “TC? But he’s back home and they don’t have… you went all the way to Maldonia for that?”

“TC’s the one who’s been teaching me, all this time. Your fromanno too.”

“James?! Those two ain’t ever keep a secret from me a day in their life.”

“Mi los ho promita para mim.” (I made them promise me)

Ben was more fluent than you thought.

“Are those my mama’s beignets?”

Ben laughed half-heartedly.

“What?”

“Your mother wasn’t trying to give up that recipe for no one.”

“That sounds like my mama.”

“Well, I don’t know how much those taste like your mom’s but I tried.”

You took a bite. They were good, not as good as your mama’s, but good. Ben really pulled out all the stops. He reached out to tuck one of your wayward (Y/H/C) curls behind your ear. Ben’s hand cupped your cheek and on instinct you nuzzled in. You grabbed his hand, still cupping your cheek. To say you missed him would be an understatement. Ben brought your hand to his lips and, when he was confident you wouldn’t pull away, gently kissed it.

You reached for Ben’s crown and placed it on top of your head.

“Are we switching crowns now?” He took your tiara from you. “Am I just as pretty as you?”

“No,” you said with deadpan serious before cracking a smile.

“Hey, thanks for not telling your parents about our fight.” Ben got so quiet you had to lean in to hear. “I really thought I was dead when I went to ask your mom for the beignets.”

“I wasn’t going to tell them. But you do have a lot of explaining to do to my brothers.”

“They already chewed my ear off about it.”

“Good, you kind of deserved it…BEN?!”

He had dipped his fingers in his glass and flicked water on your face. You retaliated, starting a water fight between you guys.

The two of you talked and laughed well past lunch and until the sun went down. Never had you skipped classes before but you and Ben didn’t bother moving when the bell rang to end lunch. You missed dinner and had to order from Rainforest Cafe to your room.

“I missed this, (Y/N). This was nice. Are your folks coming to Family Day?”

Ben was gathering his stuff. You heard him talking from the bathroom where you were tying your headscarf for bed, sometimes you wrapped your hair other times you just used a silk pillow.

“Just my dad and TC. Mama’s going to support James’ playoff game. We need to do something for the VKs.”

“I’ll talk to Fairy Godmother and see what we can do.”

“What’s wrong?”

Ben kept looking at you, ever since you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Nothing,” he said while smiling, “I like seeing you like that, in my clothes. I’ll see you tomorrow, (Y/N).”

You were still in Ben’s tourney uniform. You had planned on just sleeping in it. You all of a sudden felt self-conscious with his eyes on you. You knew you were about to say something you’d probably regret later. But you felt the words coming out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Ben, do you want to stay here tonight?” You asked, fiddling with the bottom of his jersey.

“Yeah… yeah, okay.”

Ben turned off the lights before joining you. He was careful to stay on his side of the bed. You turned over to face him and felt Ben do the same.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight, Ben.”

You woke up in the morning with Ben’s arm draped over your stomach, his fingertips touching exposed skin where the jersey had ridden up a little. Ben woke up shortly after you. He quickly pulled back his hand.

“Sorry.”

“S’okay,” you said still sleepy.

“I have to go talk to Fairy Godmother now. I’ll see you later.”

Ben felt emboldened and kissed you on the forehead. You covered your face with your hands to hide your smile. It was something Ben had done a hundred times before but it felt like when you first started dating, butterflies everywhere.You heard Ben laugh. He leaned in next to your ear.

“I promise I’m going to make us right.”

You felt the bed dip and then get lighter as he got up and left.

~~

(Third Person POV)

Ben, (Y/N), and Fairy Godmother stood in front of the VKs in their Goodness 101 class. It didn’t go unnoticed by them that (Y/N) was wearing Ben’s ring again. And they were standing next to each other, fingertips brushing each other.

“Since we can’t exactly bring your parents here, we set up a little surprise for you!” Fairy Godmother chirped enthusiastically.

The VKs turned on the TV to see their parents. The kids ran towards the television.

“Hi, mom.” Mal spoke first.

“Oh, Mal. I m-miss you,” Maleficent struggled to get the words out.

“You children are never far from our thoughts.” Jafar chimed in.

“How long must mommy wait to see you, Mal?”

“Well Ben’s coronation is coming up so probably not till some time after that. It’s really busy around here right now, you know.”

“You sure we can’t see you before that. I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t get my hands on that little magic w— you! Little magic you.”

“I’m positive, mom.”

“I mean we could try to arrange something?” Ben spoke up.

“It’s perfectly fine Ben, we can wait. You guys are really busy around here as it is.”

The villains started arguing amongst themselves, completely ignoring their children. Jay made a move to end the video call.

“Thanks guys for trying, but I think we’re done here.”

“Sorry, guys.”

“It’s fine.”

The VKs walked off.

“Hey M. What do you think our parents are going to do if we don’t pull this off?”

“Oh we’re so dead.”

The VKs camped out in Jay and Carlos’ room trying to come up with a new plan to snatch the wand. They had a time and place but they still needed a plan.

“(Y/N) managed to get us seats up here in the front. We’ll just grab it and go…”

“Easier said than done.”

“Evie.” Mal handed the girl a perfume bottle. “You’ll spray the driver with this, knock him out. Then you and Carlos swing by to get Jay and I.”

The VKs were silent.

“We can do this guys! ‘Cause we’re rotten…”

“To the core.”

(Y/N POV)

Family Day was an overly cheesy display, even by Auradon Prep standards. Ben and the student choir opened the day with a hip-hop rendition of his mom’s favorite song, “Be Our Guest”. You went around helping serve drinks. You wanted no part in the song when Ben asked, it was embarrassing and you  weren’t doing it.

You caught the VKs watching the performance near the snacks table. Mal spotted the strawberries and handed them out for each of the other VKs to try. You walked over to where they stood.

“If you think those are good…”

Mal could see your wicked, or should you say mischievous, smile.

“I’d go for sticking your face in the chocolate fountain.”

You nodded in the direction of the fountain. Jay and Carlos sprinted towards it to take your “advice”.

“Aren’t other people going to eat from that?” Mal asked.

“What?” Your innocent look made her chuckle.

You set down the drinks tray to go get Ben when the song ended.

“Hey! You did great!” You hugged Ben.

“You hated it.”

“No, what I didn’t… yeah, I hated it.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Ben gave you a peck on the lips. It was the first time the two had kissed on the lips since getting back together. You smiled and buried your head in his chest.

“Mi vi vusto ça.” The voice that said it caused you to jump. (I saw that)

“Chilo, Papa.”

You gave your dad a hug.

“Mi Fragee Prutia! Pruto Ben! Soon to be king.” Naveen clapped Ben on the back.

“Chilo, Rei Naveen. Hi, TC.” Ben formally greeted your father and brother.

“TC, why you ain’t warn me you and Papa was coming up?”

“You owe me twenty dollars, Papa.” TC stuck a hand out towards your dad. Naveen worked to fish his wallet out of his pocket.

“You bet money on me?! On what?”

“Ti satubrasse Ben.” TC said counting the money. (You kissing Ben)

“I said you wouldn’t let him in public, TC bet against me.”

“My own brother, and for twenty dollars too.”

TC rolled his eyes and handed you ten dollars out of his twenty. You rubbed his head after pocketing the money.

“I take back every bad thing I’ve ever said about you.”

You were enjoying talking to your family when Ben suddenly squeezed your waist.

“We have a problem.”

Ben motioned towards Audrey and her grandmother next to Mal. You told TC and your dad that you’d be right back and followed Ben towards the commotion.

“Queen Leah, it’s okay. Maleficent is still on the Isle. This is her daughter, Mal. Remember the proclamation about bringing the Isle kids over. Give the new generation a chance.”

“To do what, Ben? Wreak havoc and destroy us?”

If it was just Queen Leah you’d probably have been just fine. But Chad just had to step in and stop Mal when she tried to step to Queen Leah and apologize and then went on a tirade of how evil the VKs were.

“I mean you stole another girl’s boyfriend.”

“That’s enough, Chad!” You tried.

“And you,” Chad said to Evie, “are nothing but a gold digging cheater.”

“Magic mirror in my hand, who’s the biggest jerk in the land?”

Evie shoved the mirror in Chad’s face. He knocked the mirror out of her hand, making Jay and Carlos jump in.

“Hey, don’t touch her!”

Ben was caught in the middle trying to hold back both Chad and Jay. Evie sprayed something on Chad making him drop.

“What did she do?! Evie did something to Chad!” Audrey yelled drawing even more attention.

“Papa, TC! Get them out of here. Go! Follow my dad.” You told the VKs. Them staying would only make everything worse.

“I was worried something like this would happen,” Beast said.

“It’s not their fault, Dad.”

“No, son, it’s yours.”

You found the VKs after all the commotion died down under one of the outdoor picnic benches. Family Day ended shortly after your dad escorted them away. They gave you sad looks as you sat down. Other Auradon kids were at the tables behind them.

“Evie,” Doug approached. “Are you alri—”

“Doug!” Jane called him over.

“One second.”

“Doug!”

He gave the table an apologetic smile and sulked toward the Auradon table. You watched Mal pull out her spellbook.

“Beware forswear, undo Jane’s hair.”

You could hear Jane scream along with the other Auradon girls laughing and didn’t have to look to know her old bob was back.

“That wasn’t very nice.” You said, snickering as you did. Ben came up behind you resting his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey guys, how are you? You know forget about it. Everything will be fine after coronation tomorrow. I have to go do preparations, but it’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Ben’s delusional.”

You and the VKs could hear Audrey from the table behind you.

“Does he really think it’ll be fine. A villain will always be a villain, no matter how many pretty bows you try to put on it. Evil has a stench and they reek of it.”

“Audrey!” You stood up from the table.

Mal angrily closed her spellbook and nodded to the other VKs. “That’s it. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

They walked off.

“Guys, wait… Look what you did, Audrey!” You scolded her before you went after the VKs.

~~~~~~~~~

You were escorted to the carriage where Ben was already waiting.

“You look beautiful,” he said as you sat down.

“You look very handsome.”

The carriage pulled off, signaling the beginning of the parade. Ben waved to all the citizens out on the streets cheering. You smiled and nodded at the random person who happened to yell your name as well. You tried to control your breathing. Ben grabbed your hand.

“How is it my coronation and you’re the more nervous one?” he tried to joke but it didn’t help.

“What if I can’t get the wand to work?”

“You’ve been practicing with Mal right?”

You nodded. Almost every night, for an hour right before curfew, you met in Mal and Evie’s room to practice magic. For someone who grew up her whole life not being able to use her magical abilities, Mal was a prodigy no doubt about it. You saw up close the power of someone magic born.

“Then you’ll be fine. No matter what, as long as you’re up there it’ll be perfect.”

Ben was right. Besides, you had secured the VKs to stand off to the side up front with your family in case you needed Mal’s help with the magic.

The carriage stopped at the bottom of the steps to the Grand Cathedral. Snow White stopped you right before you went up. Time for the customary questions. For Ben, a bunch of questions on his nerves today and his position. For you, who are you wearing, how typical. This time you didn’t mind as you were proud to let everyone know you were wearing one of Evie’s designs.

Everyone in the cathedral watched as Fairy Godmother took the crown off of Beast’s head and placed it on Ben’s. She then unveiled the wand in its glass case and gently placed it in your hands. You curtsied to her and then turned towards Ben who was kneeling on the steps.

“Do you solemnly swear to govern the peoples of Auradon with justice and mercy as long as you shall reign?”

“I do.”

“Then it is my honor to bless our new king. All hail King Benjamin, first of name, leader of Auradon. Long may he reign.”

“Long may he reign.” The cathedral echoed back.

You tapped the wand once on Ben’s left shoulder and then on his right. This was now the part you had been dreading. The cathedral ceiling opened and Ben stood up behind you on your right and Beast joined him on your left. You were supposed to conjure up a giant golden rose that Beast and Ben would send up into the sky together to mark the end of one reign and start of another. Once in the sky, you’d have to “explode” the rose and a magnificent gold firework will burst over Auradon. Right now, you wanted to just focus on the rose.

Before you could get the magic flowing to your fingertips, Fairy Godmother’s wand was snatched from your hand, a deafening boom and a lightning strike rang through the castle and landed who knows where. Everyone gasped as Mal held the wand.

“Let’s go.” Jay said as the VKs stood behind Mal.

“Mal! Please! You don’t have to do this!” Ben yelled.

“We have no choice, our parents—”

“Your parents made their choice, now it’s time to make yours.”

“I think I want to be good,” Mal whispered.

“And you are.”

“How do you know, Ben?!”

“Because—”

“Because you’re not your parents.” You cut Ben off causing Mal and the other VKs to look at you.

“You don’t have to do this because of them. You don’t have to be like them, I know that’s not what you want because I’ve seen it. I’ve seen it in my best friends. You all belong here in Auradon.”

“They’ll kill us if we don’t,” Mal said, tears streaming down her face.

“They can’t reach you. We’ll never let them hurt you.” Ben spoke up with authoritative figure.

You stepped closer to Mal and this time she didn’t step back. “Please, M. Just give it to me. This isn’t you. I’m listening with my heart and I know it’s not you.”

“I want to listen with my heart too.”

Mal turned and looked at Evie, Carlos, and Jay.

“And my heart is telling me that we are not our parents. I mean, Jay, stealing doesn’t make you happy. Tourney does. Carlos, hanging out with Dude makes you happy. Evie, designing makes you happy.”

Mal looked back at you. “And practicing magic with you makes me happy. All six of us being friends makes me really happy. I want to be good guys.”

“So do I,” they echoed back.

Mal went to hand back the wand but it was too late. Just as the wand was about to reach your hand, Maleficent flew in and took it.

“NO!” You and Mal yelled at the same time.

All of a sudden you felt your whole body freeze, the only thing that could move were your eyes to watch the scene unfold in front of you. You watched Jay try to wrestle Maleficent’s staff from her only to lose. Now it was up to Mal. Maleficent turned into a dragon. You watched as Mal’s eyes turned bright green as she tried to conjure up enough magic to take down her mom.

You were watching Mal’s hand shake and she slow sank to her knees. She wasn’t going to do it, not as long as Maleficent had her scepter and Fairy Godmother’s wand on her.

“Come on, Mal!” You mentally yelled, trying to get the message through somehow. You couldn’t even feel magic at your fingertips, let alone enough to actually reach her.

Mal looked over at you for a brief second. Could she have actually heard? You might not have been able to move but your magic seemed to still work, at least mentally. You had only ever done this once before and it was something you swore you would never try again. But you were desperate and would do anything to save Auradon. It might have been time to resort to your dad’s nemesis, Dr. Facilier’s, speciality. Shadow magic.

You could see the shadow of your arm that was reaching out. You willed it to get up off the ground. You saw a slight flicker of movement. The shadow peeled itself off the floor and stalked towards Maleficent. You knew Mal could see it coming. The two of you had to time it correctly. Right as Mal put in all the strength she had, your shadow grabbed the scepter and wand. You watched as Maleficent shrank to a lizard. All of a sudden, you were able to move again.

Your shadow dropped the wand and scepter and went back to the ground before anyone else could notice. You ran to hug Mal.

“What was that?”

“Something we’re never going to mention to anyone else,” you whispered. “What happened to your mom?”

“Mal shrunk her to the size of the love in her heart…that’s why she’s so small.” Fairy Godmother stepped in.

She picked up the wand from the floor and handed it to you to finish the ceremony. Ben and the other VKs gathered around you and Mal.

“You know what Fairy Godmother? I think we’ve all had enough of the coronation. Let’s get the after party started… Oh ay,” you said waiting for the others to join in.  

“OH AY, HEY!”

~~

“I see we’ve moved from tangerines to apples, now.”

Ben laughed as you jumped, gripping onto your locker for dear life. You weren’t expecting him back for another few days.

“Oh, well you know it’s only cause they ran out yesterday.” You leaned against your locker cooly, as if nothing happened.

“Mmm, okay.” Ben wrapped you up in a hug. “How is my Fragee Prutia?”

“I’m good. Did something happen? You weren’t supposed to be back till Thursday?”

As Ben’s royal advisor, you knew all his schedules. He was on a tour, visiting kingdom to kingdom in Auradon as new king, making sure everything was well in the nation. You had blocked out two weeks for him. Ben’s job as king wasn’t easy to balance with school and you tried to take on any jobs you could but the tour was one he had to do himself.

“How many problems did you think the kingdoms were going to have? How have you been holding down the fort here?”

“This Cotillion is going to be the best one yet. It’s on a boat! Well, not yet. We hold idea meetings next week. I’m getting the boat though; Mal’s going to back me up on that.”

“Hey, (Y/N)…”

Your phone alarm interrupted Ben. It was a notification from the palace with your schedule. And on your schedule was being a mediator in the conflict with Cinderellasburg and Charmington over ownership rights to a new mine on the border in five minutes.

“Oop, got to go Benny-boo.” You moved to leave when Ben grabbed your hand.

“Ben, meeting.” You shook your cell phone.

“I’m making the executive decision to add someone to our personal team. This is a lot for two of us. Think about it and give me some names.”

“Okay. I’ll see you after my meeting.”

You kissed Ben on the cheek and left.

~~~~~~~~

You and Ben stood over Mal and the other VKs at their lunch table.

“Benny-boo, (Y/N/N), do you want to maybe sit down?”

“So Mal, we were thinking since you and I basically do everything together, joining us as royal advisor.”

Mal laughed before realizing you two were serious. “Oh no no, do we remember how that went last time.”

“Last time you spelled my boyfriend… you’re not replacing me just joining. I’m taking a new title as Council Master and you would be taking on king’s royal advisor. We’ll split our jobs, you handle Auradon Prep and the Isle I’ll handle everything else in Auradon. Come on, it’s free trips with me and Ben.”

“Okay. But I’m not taking sides in arguments between the two of you.”

“Understood.”

“Great, now sit down all that standing is making me anxious.”

You and Ben sat with the VKs. Ben started talking Mal through her new duties while you stole fries off of Jay and Carlos’ trays.

“So, we’ve thought about it and bringing over VKs isn’t enough. As king, I should rule all the people of Auradon and that goes for the Isle too. We wanted to try and improve life for those on the Isle, especially kids waiting to come.”

The VKs looked at you and Ben.

“I think that’s a great idea, you two.” Jay said.

“So what was life like on the Isle?”

“Not pretty.”

You sat in horror as the VKs described their old lives. You knew the Isle was to hold villains and their sidekicks and even a few prisoners but you didn’t know it was that bad. You were already making a list of things that you and Ben would have to change, starting with the food being sent there. No one deserves to eat rotten Auradon scraps.

“We did all that?”

“You did worse…but look, you guys are trying to do something about it. And you’ve got me as a helper now, the Isle has a real chance now thanks to you guys.”

~~~~~~~

You and Ben were studying in the common room lounge together. You peered up over your science book to see Ben doing the same thing. This was one of the few peace-and-quiet times for you guys, studying and sleeping. The only times you were absolutely sure no one would interrupt and there were no duties to take care of. You watched Ben set his book down and lean towards you.

“I’m tired of studying.” He kissed your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and then your cheek. He was trying to put your textbook down.

“Ben, I have a test next period.”

“Then studying now isn’t going to help you do much better is it?”

Ben succeeded in getting you to put the textbook down and began to kiss you properly. He was about to take it up a notch when the bell rang. You could hear a growl coming from the back of his throat as he had to pull away.

“What was that?”

You weren’t going to act like you didn’t hear it.

“I don’t question how you jump five feet in the air when you’re scared do I?”

Your eyes widened and you could feel a laugh coming on. You always joked and called Ben “Beast Boy” but you didn’t think it was true. The same way you retained some frog like tendencies from your parents’ time as some, you didn’t realize the same concept applied to Ben. You wondered how beast he could really get. You had a few froggy ways and your parents were only frogs for a few days. King Adam had been a beast for ten years.

“So, do you shed too?”

“Don’t you have a test to get to.”

After your science test was a meeting with the Cotillion committee. Mal was already in the room, she had to be there as royal advisor. You didn’t care much about the decorations, you were oddly invested in your boat.

“I’m just saying a boat would be such a unique venue.”

“(Y/N), I know you’re really passionate and I do think it’s a unique concept but logistically it doesn’t make much sense. If people are late, how are we supposed to get them there once the boat’s taken off? If someone gets seasick? Your present?” Sydney, one of the committee members, tried to gently shoot you down. Mal patted your arm as you sat down.

“I’m not doing a present.”

“Well, it’s tradition for—”

“Ben hasn’t even asked me to Cotillion.”

“Trust me, we know.”

“What does she mean we know?” Mal asked.

“She gets kicked off of the committee once he asks her.”

“That seems harsh.”

“It’s just how we do things, Mal. It’s like a bride wouldn’t plan her own bachelorette party, moms don’t plan their own baby showers.” Jane said.

“Ok. Mark that down as one more AK thing I’ve learned.”

Mal being royal advisor was one of the best decisions for the VKs. Most Auradon kids finally opened up to them. Kids like Jane even apologized and became pretty good friends with them.

“So when do you think Ben’s going to ask? How do you think?”

“No time soon and he’ll just ask. Guys, we’re already dating. I’m not some princess he has to woo.”

“Woah, woah. Even I know how Cotillion normally works. Isn’t there supposed to be some big gesture. A sign, candy?”

The other members nodded at what Mal said.

“Ben’s king now and really busy. It’s just an ask, it’s not that big a deal with me and him.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Wonderland was your least favorite Region of Auradon to visit. You always had to tie a rope around your waist, one end connected to the door in which you entered. After several trips there, you’d think you would’ve at least gotten basic directions.

You envied Mal and Ben’s upcoming trip to Agrabah. You were stuck on Wonderland and Neverland trying to chart all their systems of magic and working together to come up with a decent set of rules.

You didn’t like Wonderland and Neverland when it came to magic. They weren’t like Maldonia, their magic was unstable and had no rules or regulations. Plus Peter Pan got on your nerves, he was always trying to expose you and get your shadow to play with his. For someone who claimed to have grown up, he never grew up.

It was past dinner when you finally returned to Auradon Prep.You were at your locker to put up the reports and first draft contracts, you didn’t want to carry them in your backpack when they wouldn’t be needed for a few more days. Your crown started to feel heavy on your head, you seemed to wear it more days than not now, with all your travels. The crown was almost always an outfit requirement when on official business trips.

“How did they risk letting such a pretty face get lost in Wonderland?”

“Hey, Derek. Well, when you’re the one with the best diplomacy they send you to deal with ‘we’ve all gone mad here’.”

You made made a gesture similar to one the Mad Hatter was famous for, making Derek laugh. You knew Derek around school, he was in a few classes and generally the class clown. Rarely serious, but always a good time that one was.

“Best diplomacy or best smile? I don’t think Ben’s face, as handsome as may be, is what they want to be looking at all day.”

“Well, aren’t you quite the charmer.”

“I believe that’s Chad’s job.”

“He doesn’t do it very well.”

“We can’t all be as dazzling as you, Prutia.”

You heard a low growl and knew it was Ben before his hand was even on your waist.

“Hey, Ben.” You said as he kissed your hand.

“Hey (Y/N), Derek.”

“Hi, Ben. I was just telling (Y/N) here that you’re going to lose a pretty face like that in Wonderland.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on losing anything.” Ben hadn’t let go of your hand yet.

“Sure hope not. Would hate to lose such a rose at Auradon Prep. I’ll see you two around. Bye, Ben. Prutia.”

“Bye, Der—”

You felt your back hit the locker before you could even finish saying Derek’s name. Ben kissed your neck and up your jawline.

“What brought this on?”

“I don’t like the way he looked at you when you were talking.”

“It’s just Derek. He wasn’t looking at me any way.”

“Prutia is my thing for you.” Ben stopped kissing your jaw and looked at your lips.

“I kinda like the way he says Prutia,” you knew you were fueling Ben’s jealousy but you kinda liked this more feral side. “Adds more of a z sound to the tia par—”

Ben gripped your waist harder and kissed you roughly. You smiled into the kiss.

“What did you like hearing him say?”

“Prutia.”

Ben growled and went back to your lips. Your hair fell in the way. Ben ungraciously pushed it out the way, causing your crown to hit the ground. His hand rested under your chin, tilting your head up so he could kiss you better, when you heard shutters go off.

“Shit.” Ben whispered against your lips, quickly pulling away trying to compose himself.

Paparazzi frequented around Auradon and wandered ever so often into the main campus but they had never gotten as far as the lockers before. And they just busted you and Ben in a full makeout session by the lockers.

“Oh! Ben, Ben.”

You grabbed Ben’s face quickly before he could turn and face them. Your lipstick had rubbed off on him. You swiped your thumb over his lips. Ben picked your crown up from the ground and placed it gently on your head. The paparazzi were calling both of your names over and over again.  

“Busted,” Mal said coming up behind you two.

You knew she reveled in the fact you and Ben were just caught being “not-so-Auradon” in public.

“Princess (Y/N), how does it feel to be dating Ben? You’ve moved up in positions, how are you taking it? The deals with Wonderland and Neverland…” The questions were endless.

“Amazing. Mal is doing great in my old job and I’m happy to have more responsibility. The deals are going great; we are making progress to the next stage. No, yes, yes, no, a rep from the palace will release a statement on that very soon.”

Ben squeezed your shoulder, proud of the grace with which you answered and handled the questions coming left and right.

“Mal! Mal!”

“Oh, as royal advisor, she is under contract to not speak directly to press unless at a scheduled event until she is fully inducted.”

You watched Mal scoot past the paparazzi and shoot you and Ben a look of thanks. You wished you had a bullshit excuse to walk past them too. You plastered a smile on your face and listened absentmindedly as Ben answered questions.

“(Y/N)? You and Ben have been dating since you first arrived in Auradon, would you say it was love at first sight?”

“I’m not so sure about that, I think I was more focused on fitting in at Auradon. Plus Ben was with Audrey, we didn’t notice each other at all right away I’d say.”

Success in politely answering yet evading at the same time. Standard tactics, give them what they want but nothing they can try to use against you.

“Speaking of Audrey, King Ben? Everyone says you’ve downgraded. How do you feel knowing Maldonia isn’t as big of a kingdom with less prestige than Auroria? Especially after the marriage of Prince Naveen and commoner Tiana? Does it bother you the other kingdoms might have a problem with the potential union of your families?”

Ben’s arm tensed around your shoulder. “We’re done here. If you excuse us.”

Ben led you away. “I swear I didn’t know they were going to ask those questions. I’ll let Fairy Godmother know about them coming farther into campus.”

You laced your fingers through Ben’s. You wanted to tell him it was all okay, but you knew he wouldn’t listen. It wasn’t the first time, or even the twentieth time, you had listend to people speak of Maldonia as one of the lesser kingdoms. It was part of the reasons Maldonians kept to themselves.

(Part 4)...

[beautifulblhell]

Christmas Presents

Pairing: Hogwarts Slytherin!Ran x Gryffindor!Reader

Summary: when you try to break your ‘promise’ with Ran

A/N: My friend sent me this fanart of Ran in Slytherin uniform and I had to get it out of my system 😭🤣

Also to me this feels really rushed and messy so I’m sorry, but I don’t have time to work on this before Christmas, and it’s just not working for me right now (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)I might come back some time next year and re-write it properly for myself but who knows... 💀 my whole writing quality has been slipping downhill lately... much like my life 💀😭🤣 Part of: @hanayanetwork

Tags: fluff, humour, light swearing

WC: 3103

He had flipped your world upside down.

Figuratively and literally.

“Put. Me. DOWN!” Your loud yells ricocheted off the stone walls. Every word was punctuated by your fist striking his back, but to no avail. He completely ignored you, and continued talking with Rindou.

“-is still in hospital,” Rindou was saying at the side, as if his brother wasn’t carrying a screaming and kicking human on his shoulders.

“Such a shame~” Ran mused, though there wasn’t a single ounce of pity in his voice.

It was Christmas morning, and the great hall, which was usually abuzz with the chatterings of the students who had stayed behind, was silent as the snowfall outside. The only sound that could be perceived were the voices of your two kidnappers. Barely audible underneath your angry screams.

They sauntered down between the tables, conversing as if they weren't abducting someone from their breakfast.

“Ran Haita-!”

Yet before the last syllable of his name had fallen out of a furious Professor McGonagall’s mouth, both brothers had already crossed the hall and disappeared from her sight, leaving only a stunned silence in their wake.

“Did you see McGonagall’s face?” Rindou was cackling uproariously as they descended down the stairs to who-knows-where.

At this point you had stopped struggling. It was futile anyway. Might as well conserve your energy for later.

“Sure did, never seen her so angry before.” Ran breezed through the stairs with you still on his shoulders.

You were pretty sure that Professor McGonagall’s wrinkles deepened every time she saw them.

Not that you could blame her.

Ran Haitani, the captain and beater of the Slytherin Quidditch team, and his younger brother by one year, Rindou Haitani, the other beater on the team.

There wasn’t a soul, nor ghost, who didn’t know that the Haitani brothers were trouble.

It was one of the school’s biggest mysteries as to why they were never expelled.

A lifetime subscription with no cancellation, Ran had replied when you had asked if you could excuse yourself from their ‘friendship’ after receiving a month of detention when Argus Filch found you, just you, in one of the forbidden areas. And they had the audacity to ask what was wrong the following day, as if they weren’t the ones that forced you to go along with them on their ‘explorations’ in the middle of the night, then abandoned you behind.

The only thing that stopped you from snipping off Ran’s braids that night was that you didn’t have access to the Slytherin Dungeons.

A wintry gale bit into your skin. Rindou had pushed a groaning door open. After taking a few more steps, Ran finally hauled you off his shoulders and placed you on the ground. The thick snow crunched underneath your boots.

You looked up at the grey sky. Snowflakes fluttered onto your face. You were internally counting backwards from ten to stop yourself from committing homicide, when Rindou cut in your thoughts just as you reached nine.

“Why do you look so miserable?” He sounded genuinely baffled.

You regarded him in disbelief, wondering who and how many times he was dropped on the head when he was a small. “Miserable? Miserable?! What should I look like then, after what you’ve just pulled?!”

You could almost hear the buzzing of the gossip circulating in the great hall right now, and you knew the news would disseminate even to those who were at home. Never underestimate the speed that gossip can travel.

Rindou held up both of his palms in an attempt to reflect your anger, and pointed at his brother. “It was his idea.”

You knew that already. You blew your messy hair away from your face in an angry gust of breath, but the wind rushing past whipped them back into your face.

So even dear mother nature was against you today.

A hand reached out and tucked a strand behind your ear, his warm fingertips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Who’s fault do you think my hair is like this?” The struggle had made your hair look like a bird's nest.

“And a merry Christmas to you,” Ran replied cheerfully.

You exhaled sharply through your nose, your energy had already started to deplete with the few words you’ve exchanged with them.

“I’m going back.” You spun on your heel, and started to stalk towards the entrance. A scarf lassoed around your neck and jerked you to a halt.

“Hey lemme go!” You struggled to try and pull free.

“If you don’t comply, I’ll carry you on my shoulders again.” The sing-song voice came closer to you.

Your eyes flickered to the entrance, wondering if you could sprint back-

A hand was placed on your shoulders, and a voice by your ear whispered threateningly, “You can’t outrun me.”

His face was so close to yours that you could see each individual eyelash framing his eyes. Your heart did a flip. “I wasn’t planning to.” You took a step away from him, and folded your arms defensively.

“Sure you weren’t,” Rindou snorted, to which you gave him a flat stare.

“And are you sure you want to go back right now?” Ran asked with a grin.

Hearing it brought forth the vivid image of your shocked classmates’ faces into your mind. You clutched your head in your hands and let out a groan of anguish. It was a scene that you would relive every time you closed your eyes.

“Fine then.” You stomped towards the forest.

“Where are you going?” Rindou asked sceptically. He kicked up a cloud of snow into the air. It foamed a white mist as it descended slowly back onto the ground.

“To a secluded forest so I can live the rest of my pitiful existence as a hermit.” You snapped.

“I’ll come with you.” Ran strolled up to you, almost as if he was doing you a favour, and not because he was the cause of your current headache.

You narrowed your eyes. “Last time I checked, hermits lived alone.”

“In what? The book of Rules Of Living As A Hermit? Rules are meant to be broken anyway.”

“I-“ you threw your hands up in the air in frustration. It was either that or around his neck. “Why are you so annoying?”

Ran cocked his head to the side. “No one has ever told me that.”

“No one has ever told you that in your face.” Because most students would rather dance on Professor Snape’s desk in a pink tutu than to cross either of the Haitani brothers.

That earned a snigger from Rindou.

At this point you were shivering. The sweater you had on offered not much of a protection against the coldness.

“Look, if you are planning to drag me somewhere, at least let me go back and get my jacket.” And I’ll hide in the Gryffindor common room for the rest of the day, as per your original plan.

However, Ran saw through you immediately. “We know the password to the Gryffindor Tower,” he said smugly.

You weren’t surprised. Your shoulders sagged.

“You cheated,” you said in a last effort to try and bail yourself out of this. But you knew you were fighting a losing battle.

It all started a few weeks ago, when you accidentally let it slip that you were going to be staying for the holidays. Ran had pestered you to agree to go on a date with him on Christmas if they won against Gryffindor in the Quidditch match. You had finally relented, half because you wanted him to shut up, and half because you thought you could be smug and rub it into his face when he loses, since the team you had this year was the best in decades.

Ran only blinked at you in confusion at your words.

“Don’t pull the selective amnesia card on me! How many players did you injure?!”

He shrugged nonchalantly, and brushed off a layer of snow that had accumulated on his braids. “It was an accident.”

“Accidentally on purpose.” Your lips were pressed in a grim line as you recalled the match. Or if you call it more appropriately: the slaughter.

It wasn’t simply because of how many chasers both of them had managed to injure with the bludger, Rindou had shielding him from the referee and teachers stand while Ran knocked the Gryffindor seeker off his broomstick with his bat.

Only the students saw, but no one was willing to risk being on either Ran or Rindou’s bad side. That was equivalent to boarding the express train to doom.

“A win is a win. Not our fault if your team members are as fragile as your emotions,” Rindou rubbed his hands together and blew on them. “Shit, it’s cold.”

“Well, thank you for noticing I’ve got fragile emotions,” your acerbic voice stabbed through the air. “Could have put that in consideration before what you did earlier, no?”

“Wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t try to hide from me, would it?” Ran grinned knowingly at you.

You scowled, but averted your gaze. It was true, your plan was to inhale your breakfast at light speed, then spend the rest of the day hiding in the Gryffindor Common room. But your plan had been foiled. Amidst the sea of students, Ran had spotted you instantly and carried you away.

“Anyway, I gotta go, it’s freezing and I want to go back to sleep.” Rindou yawned to prove his point.

“It's only nine o’clock,” you said incredulously.

Rindou threw a snowball at Ran. The latter caught it without even looking at him. “Yeah, but we were up all night.”

You turned towards Ran with a smile, a tiny flicker of hope was in sight. “So you must be tired too, why don’t you go back to sleep as well-”

A cloak wrapped around you and pulled you towards him. The distinct smell of the cologne Ran wore filled your nose. Rindou rolled his eyes at the sight, and then turned to leave with a wave.

“Have fun!” He called out. Mostly to his brother.

“Hey wait wait wait! We can’t walk around like this!” You spluttered.

Ran had covered you both with his cloak, which was surprisingly big enough for both of you.

“Who gives a shit what other people think?” He reached out and wrapped the scarf properly around your neck this time.

And before you could protest further, he had dragged you off towards Hogsmeade.

With no other choice, you walked alongside him. But because of the small proximity, you had to huddle against him. Your fingers brushed against his.

“Woah, your hands are freezing!” He exclaimed.

“And I wonder who dragged me out here in the first place.” You grumbled, ready to shove your hands in your pocket, but his long fingers reached out and laced with yours. “Hey, what are you doing?”

“Taking responsibility until your hand warms up.” He threw you a wink. The heat from his hand travelled up to your cheeks, and you turned away in a huff so he couldn’t see your blushing face.

And it was afternoon when you finally sat down to have a break. Ran was humming under his breath, his grin never faded. You never thought shopping was going to be this tiring.

He had brought you to a boutique first, and had asked you to try on dresses and coats one after another. Then, finally, just when you thought he had settled on one, he purchased them all.

“You look pretty in all of them,” he had said when you tried to protest. Somehow, it equally flattered and vexed you whenever he called you ‘pretty’, because you had no idea if he was serious or not.  

So here you were, at The Three Broomsticks. It was packed to the brim, and the atmosphere was convivial. Ran had managed to grab a corner table. By ‘grabbed’ you meant he sauntered up to the table, and the occupiers had hurriedly scrambled up and left when they saw him.

He had wanted to take you to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, but you had pointed at your boots, and said, “Go there and I’ll throw these at your head, Ran Haitani.”

You knew that Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop was filled with couples spending Christmas together today. No way were you going there with Ran.

Ran returned to the table, carrying your drinks. He placed a cherry syrup and soda with ice in front of you.

“Because a certain weirdo likes to drink cold drinks in the winter,” he said as he placed a cherry syrup and soda with ice in front of you.

“What’s wrong with drinking cold drinks in the winter?” You pulled your glass towards you as Ran sat down opposite you.

You regarded Ran over the rim of your glass. In the light, his lilac eyes twinkled, and his beauty was captivating. But you’ve been with him long enough that whenever he opened his mouth you were ready to sigh.

Ran caught you looking at him, and he smirked.

“Falling for me?” He teased.

“Falling in despair, yes,” you took a gulp of your drink. The cold liquid hit your throat, making you shiver.

“So what’s the reason you are staying behind this year?” Ran asked.

“Inheritance dispute. My grandfather just passed away, and all my aunts and uncles are fighting over it. I offered to stay here away from the bloodbath that’s gonna ensure, and mum agreed.”

“Wasn’t he super rich? Didn’t he leave a will or something?”

“Rich from all his hoarding, yes. He died suddenly, but knowing him, he probably didn’t leave a will on purpose.”

“Do you think he’ll turn into a ghost just to watch the drama?” His eyes twinkled with mirth.

“Knowing him, he might come back to life after they finally reached an agreement, going ‘haha, you thought’.”

Ran laughed, and you felt your mouth following the sound of his laughter and curved upwards too.

Time always seemed to wind faster whenever you were with him.

By the time you were trudging through the snow on your way back, all the lights had flickered on.

“Look,” you said. You were both still huddling underneath one cloak with your hands entwined. Ran had refused with that perfect smile of his when you asked if you could wear one of your new coats. You gestured towards all the bags he was holding for you. “You got me so many things, isn’t there something you want as a christmas present? Because I’m gonna feel bad if I just accept all of them.”

Ran came to a halt. Out here, there was no one in your vicinity. Only you and him. The snow fell quietly. He turned towards you. “What if I said I want a kiss as a present?”

Your breath halted. Because while he still had the same carefree look on his face, his purple eyes were gazing at you steadily. He stepped closer. You didn’t know what to do. You always liked Ran, but to you it was only a one-sided crush, and it wasn’t something you were willingly to risk your friendship for. Because as much as he annoyed you, somehow, he became a vital part of your life. Which was why you wanted to avoid the ‘date’ today, as you didn’t want your feelings to develop.

You dropped your gaze. “If this is a joke it’s not funny,” you huffed, turning away. But your foot hit a fallen branch hidden underneath the thick snow, and you tumbled onto the ground.

Luckily, the thick layers of snow cushioned your fall. However, when you opened your eyes, Ran was hovering above you. His arms caged your smaller frame.

“What if I’m not joking?” His voice lost its usual playfulness. One of his hands brushed against your cheeks softly, as if you were something fragile, something that he shouldn’t be touching. The white puffs of clouds from your breaths coalesced as he leaned closer. Your heart was thumping three thousand miles a second, so loud that you were sure he could hear it, yet you couldn’t look away from him. Not when the only one reflecting in his clear purple eyes was you, swimming in an emotion you didn’t dare to name.

He leaned even closer, his braids brushed against your temples. You closed your eyes. The world was silent.

Then-

“Cold!” You screamed.

Cold snow had been stuffed down your collar, and Ran was laughing so hard he almost couldn't hold himself up.

“You-” A storm of expletives exploded through your mind, but none of it came out of your mouth. What you did next surprised even yourself.

Perhaps fuelled by your annoyance, and at all the time Ran had teased you, you jerked him down by his braids, and slammed your lips together. It only lasted for a second, yet you knew you would never forget the soft feeling of his lips on yours. You pulled back, at first enjoying his shocked expression, then, as the reality of what you did sank in, your grin faltered. You could feel your cheeks burning up, and you hurrendly tried to push him off you and run away.

He didn’t give you a chance.

His mouth was instantly on yours again. He held the back of your head, so you couldn't pull away as he pushed you back into the snow.

“Mn-!”

You shoved against his chest, trying to push him away and stop yourself drowning in him before it’s too late, but his hand found their way to yours, fingers slipping in between yours and held it on the snow covered ground.

Your heart fluttered like the wings of a hummingbird. You opened your mouth to gasp for breath. He took the chance and slipped his tongue inside you. The kiss was urgent, desperate, with none of the fineness that he usually showed, almost as if he was devouring you whole.

You weren’t sure how the snow around you wasn't melting, because you felt like you were burning up inside out. Your mind was white. Nothing mattered, except the sweet taste of him, and how right it felt. As if two stars finally aligned in the heavens.

When he finally let you up, your chest was heaving, and your panting could be heard in the small space between you.

He brushed his thumb over your lip, a smirk came back on his face, but his features were softer.

“Not a bad present at all.”

You grabbed a handful of snow and shoved it down his collar.

Side note: Okay when I tell you how devastated I was when I didn’t get a Hogwarts letter when I was a kid LMFAOOO😭😭 I was checking the mail ✨religiously✨but nope, no owl came to deliver it *sobs*

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[remedialpotions]

Happily Impervious

It’s still May 10 in my part of the world, so here’s my humble offering to @clarensjoy ‘s Hinny Ficfest! Many thanks to Clare for arranging all of this and encouraging me to write. This fic is for prompt #52 - “People are talking about us.”

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Ginny has just closed herself inside the stall when the door to the bathroom creaks open again, then slams shut with a thud.

“I just can’t understand what he even sees in her,” comes a loud, haughty voice that echoes off the stone walls. “She’s not even that pretty, really.”

“A lot of boys think she’s fit,” comes a second, more timid voice - one that sounds a bit nervous to disagree with the first. “I heard Jimmy Peakes and Jack Sloper saying how-“

“They’re just third years,” interrupts the first voice with irritation, “they don’t know what they’re talking about.”

Ginny’s stomach flips, because she knows this voice. She’s heard it carrying easily over the din of the Great Hall and disrupting the peaceful calm of the Gryffindor dormitories at night. It’s Romilda Vane - attempted poisoner of Ginny’s brand-new boyfriend and actual poisoner of Ginny’s brother - and just the thought of being near her makes her blood boil.

So she’s not sure why she does it. She should just wee and get the hell out of there. But instead, she climbs silently up on the closed toilet seat so that her feet won’t be seen through the gap between the stall door and the floor. Crouching low, barely breathing lest she give herself away, she listens.

“And anyway,” Romilda goes on as a knob turns and water gushes into the sink, “I’d rather die than have all that red hair.”

Oh. It doesn’t exactly come as a surprise, being the subject of Romilda’s vitriol, but Ginny expected something a bit more original than insults about her hair.

“Your hair is way prettier,” the second girl hurries to add, desperation from approval dripping from her words. “I’m sure he’ll come to his senses soon.”

“I hope so,” says Romilda. There is a pause as the water shuts off, and Ginny’s sure they can hear her heart pounding in her chest. “That, or she’ll end up chucking him. She goes through boys pretty quickly, doesn’t she?”

Ginny knows she should probably want to leap out of the stall and tackle Romilda to the ground, but instead she just rolls her eyes. If finally being with Harry means she’s had too many boyfriends - whatever that means - then so be it.

“Maybe when she chucks him for someone else, you can make your move,” adds the second girl, who Ginny now suspects is Romilda’s eternal shadow, Vicky Frobisher. “You could try the love potion again-“

“So I can spend my Saturdays cleaning the owlery with a toothbrush again?” interjects Romilda with such disdain that Ginny can clearly picture the sneer on her face. “It’s not worth it. But you know...” Her voice has dropped low, conspiratorial. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Ginny’s slipped him a love potion of her own.”

Vicky gasps, far too dramatically than the situation warrants, and Ginny’s body shakes with silent laughter. “You really think so?”

“It would explain everything,” says Romilda. “Why else do you think they’re suddenly snogging all over the place?”

At this, Ginny bristles. Sure, there was that first kiss in the common room, and there have been a few corridor greetings that perhaps got out of hand, but for Merlin’s sake, it’s not like they’re Ron and Lavender.

“Plus, she’s got easy access,” adds Romilda. “Her brothers are the ones sending out the love potions, aren’t they? I bet she’s got an unlimited supply.”

“I’m sure you’re right,” replies Vicky, sounding awestruck. “If only you could prove it, then she’d get detention too-“

Romilda laughs - a harsh, mean cackle. “I’d pay good money to see her sweeping up owl droppings.”

It’s not exactly comfortable, perching atop a closed toilet seat, and this foray into espionage is eating into Ginny’s lunch hour. As she peers through the narrow gap between the stall door and the wall, she sees that Romilda and Vicky are quite caught up in applying shiny pink gloss to their lips.

She simply doesn’t have time for this. It’s taking too much time away from Harry, and they’ve got so little time together anyway. And so - even though she still has to wee - she climbs down off the seat, flushes the toilet, and unlocks the door.

The girls are frozen with shock as Ginny strides over to the sink right next to Romilda and turns the tap on full blast.

“Oh, hi there,” Ginny chirps, beaming at Romilda’s stunned reflection in the mirror. “Love that lip gloss on you. It’s very - erm-“ Clearing her throat, she runs a bar of soap over her palms. “Sparkly. Boys like that, do they?”

As she lathers her hands with soap - and she really scrubs, too, just to drag out the moment - a deliciously heavy silence descends upon them. Ginny goes about her business as though nothing’s out of the ordinary, rinsing the suds from her hands and drying them off, but inwardly she delights at the panicked glances between Romilda and Vicky.

“Well, I’d better be off,” says Ginny brightly, tossing her hair over one shoulder and making for the door. “Those love potions aren’t going to brew themselves, are they?”

When she gets to the Great Hall, she finds Harry seated alone at the Gryffindor table. It’s still surreal that she can do the things she does - place a hand on his shoulder as she approaches, lean in for a kiss that he eagerly reciprocates, seat herself right next to him on the bench - and yet somehow it’s natural too, easy, like they should have been doing this for months now already.

“Sorry I took so long,” says Ginny as she pours herself a glass of pumpkin juice. “I got held up a bit. Where’re these two?” She gestures across the table to the empty seats usually occupied by Ron and Hermione.

“The library, apparently,” replies Harry.

“Ron’s spending his lunch break in the library?”

“More like spending it wherever Hermione wants him to.”

“Right,” Ginny chuckles.

Harry’s hand finds her thigh under the table, the warmth of his fingertips burning through the fabric of her robes. “Did something happen?”

“Hmm?”

“You said you got held up, is everything all right?”

“Oh, that.” Ginny takes a sip of pumpkin juice to stall for time. “It’s nothing really, just - people are talking about us. And I happened to... overhear.”

She quickly summarizes the highlights of Romilda and Vicky’s conversation, and by the end, Harry’s shaking his head in disbelief... but he’s also on the verge of laughter.

And it is so good to see him laugh. It’s so good to see this lightness come over him, to see him relieved of the life he has to live. In the face of a truly happy Harry Potter, what’s a bit of gossip, really?

“I’m so sorry,” he says, shifting in his seat to face her as her hand covers his. “I’m sorry people talk about us, that they say those things about you-“

“I’m not bothered,” she tells him plainly, and she’s really not. It’s annoying, but it’s so trivial that it’s not worth the space in her brain. “Not if you’re not.”

His face draws closer to hers, so close that their foreheads nearly touch. “I’m not either.”

Their lips meet - and maybe, Ginny thinks, maybe she will go snogging him all over the place, because if that’s the reputation she’s got then she may as well embrace it - until her recollection of how all this came about triggers something in her brain.

“I’ll be right back,” she says as she clambers off the bench.

Harry puzzles up at her. “You just got here.”

“Weren’t you listening? I never actually got to wee, and now I really have to-“

And she hurries toward the door with the sound of Harry’s laughter flooding her ears.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Robin and Finney are dating, which is cool. Robin is Finney’s romantic boyfriend, so he gets to hold Finney’s hand and listen to him talk about space and go on dates and stuff. This means Robin is Gwen’s platonic boyfriend, so he has gets to hold Gwen’s bag and listen to her talk about her friends and have her be the third wheel on dates and stuff.

Or, a bunch of head canons with Gwen both ruining and supporting Robin/Finney

Finney patching Robin up after a fight and Robin making comments about how he has the cutest nurse, but Finney is still mad at him for fighting.

Robin arguing that Finney can’t be mad at him, Robin got in the fight for defending Gwen against some kids who said she was weird

Finney pointing out that if Robin was defending Gwen, she is going to be more pissed than he is. Gwen likes to fight her own battles, she doesn’t let other people be her voice.

Robin realizing, oh shit, he’s right, and asking Finney to lie and say Robin got in the fight defending Finney because yeah Gwen is younger and shorter and smaller, but Robin is not prepared to be on her bad side

Robin’s uncle lets him take his truck to the drive ins on weekends, which is dark and secluded and if they see a scary movie, Finney will practically be in his lap the whole time

he arrives at the Blake house to pick up his boyfriend and is shocked and confused for Gwen to climb in the truck beside Finney

Finney is just like ‘Gwen wants to see this movie too, so I invited her’

Robin is a good boyfriend and he does actually like Gwen, so of course he has no problem with it, even if his plans are ruined.

Part way through the movie, Robin slips her some money and tells her to go get some snacks

And Gwen is smart and says ‘why? so you can be alone with my brother and make out?’

And Robin, completely serious, saying ‘yes, so make sure you take your time because you don’t want to see this’

Finney is just a flustered mess

Yeah, Robin is Finney’s boyfriend, but the match to his BFF bracelet belongs to Gwen

Gwen starts dating a boy and swooning over him, so Finney gives his best big brother talk of ‘if you hurt her, I will be very disappointed in you and I will make you feel bad’

And Robin’s like ‘good job, babe, you really scared that dude’

But when Finney’s back is turned, Robin is grabbing the guys shirt and promising to break his teeth if he ever hurts Gwen.

Way more invested in Gwen’s stories about the girls in her class and her bitch teacher and how dumb boys are than Finney is. Finney listens because he loves his sister and wants her to have a safe place to talk, but Robin listens because he loves girl talk and there’s no way Susie actually made out with Bobby while she was dating Jack, omg, what happened after that???

Gwen making up total lies to get out of the house when Robin comes over because she’s a good wingwoman and lets them have alone time

Braid twins as Finney makes dinner for all of them.

Teaching Gwen one on one how to do a round house kick so she can use her fists and rocks and feet

(does the same thing with Finn, but it takes way longer because Robin keeps flirting with him)

Also teaches Gwen how to swear in Spanish after she gets detention for the 12000th time for calling her teacher a fuckwad

Gwen helps Robin plan out dates. She points out the restaurants Finney wants to try and the new rocket launcher he’s been eyeing and the new rom com he hasn’t seen yet and if they go to the park at night, Finney will be able to point out the constellations as they hold hands under the stars

Robin is Gwen’s platonic boyfriend, the end.

Might turn this into a fluffy fic after I’m done with my angsty fic

515 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

#4

Just saw Barbarian (2022) and while it was amazing, I would also watch and enjoy a film of Tess and Keith just spending a weekend slowly falling in love during this renting mixup because they were so cute and had such good chemistry.

703 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

#3

Finney: "I made this friendship bracelet for you."

Robin: "I don't really wear jewelry."

Finney: "Oh, okay... You don't have to wear it."

Robin: "No, I'm gonna wear it forever. Back off."

789 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

#2

Robin: “When I was younger, I had a crush on a boy in my class and I didn’t know how to deal with it so I wrote him a letter that just said ‘get out of my school’.”

Finney: “That was you?!”

808 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Bruce: “What’s the happiest place on earth?”

Finney: “The science lab.”

Robin: “The gym.”

Bruce: “Apparently neither of you have ever been in Vance’s arms.”

Finney: “Of course we’ve never been in Vance’s arms, he’s terrifying!”

Robin: “I brushed against him accidentally once and he pulled out a switchblade.”

843 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

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