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rinhoes · 3 years ago

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﹙— vampire!naoya x black!fem reader ﹚

y/n decides to break into the zenin estate days before halloween to settle some childish rumors but ends up coming face to face with thee naoya zenin.

warnings: manga spoilers﹙after the shibuya arc ﹚SMUT, some degradation, naoya zenin being naoya zenin, unprotected sex, creampies, biting, and blood.

There had been rumors floating around for some time about the Zenin estate, Y/N always thought them to be total bullshit. Especially since these rumors always happen to float around before Halloween—Y/N saw them as nothing but a ploy to get riled up for no reason. But according to her friends and others at their university, the Zenin estate was haunted. Months following Maki Zenin’s assault on the property, people started reporting sounds of “blood-curdling screams” coming from the abandoned estate. She’d been hearing this ever since she arrived in Japan for university three years ago. Now in her senior year of college, those rumors weren’t giving up—they were as fresh ever. “I’m telling you Y/N! It’s true, the place is haunted. Look, the girl in my business management class said she saw Naobito Zenin’s ghost walking around the estate walls.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “That bullshit, Naobito Zenin died in Shibuya. He was dead way before Maki even went there.” She deadpanned. The two of them had been speaking about this for the last week, though it was mostly her friend trying to convince her—and continuously failing. “Plus I don’t believe in ghost.”

Her friend’s expression flattened into a blank stare, “You can fight cursed spirits on the weekends but you draw the line at—ghost?”

“That’s not the same.” Y/N retorted before picking her books and backpack from the library’s table.

“You have to be joking right now, you really don’t believe me, huh? Okay! Go see for yourself Y/N, the place is haunted. All those people Maki killed are still there—wandering the estate grounds. Probably angry too.”

Y/N flicked her long box braids over her shoulder. “Whatever you say babe.”

Later that night, Y/N could barely sleep, it was approaching one in the morning when she pushed the thick duvet off her body. She knew if she went checked it out, two things could happen—either that would settle rumors about the estate or it’ll further encourage more people to break into the estate. Y/n huffed in annoyance as she stepped toward the messy closet. There was no way she’d be able to sleep until she went there.

It was nearly three in the morning once she arrived at the Zenin estate. No one had purchased the property, they could thank the rumors for that. That gate outside was locked with a thick chain and padlock. It would be impossible to pop either one with the bolt cutter she had. Rolling her eyes, Y/N threw her backpack then pulled her over the metal gate. “If this shit is really haunted—it better be worth it.” Y/N grumbled as she followed the overgrown path that led to the entrance, “Maki killed the gardenered too?” Y/N tiptoe through the stone path attempting to avoid the thick vines and various cracks in the uneven stone.

As Y/N ventured through the estate, she could feel the remnants of cursed energy. However, there was a particular one that was stronger than the others. As if it was alive—and hungry, Y/N couldn’t put her finger on it. This wasn’t one of those instances where things went bump in the night, something lingered under the surface, and it struggled to get through. “It’s fucking chilly in here.” Y/N grumbled as she sifted through the rubble that was still leftover. “Didn’t say they something about spirits making the air cool?—Oh look now I’m talking to myself.”

Cool air from the broken window made Y/N shift in her puffer jacket, and other than the obnoxious chill, the smell of blood was present and wasn’t the blood from three years ago, Y/N had enough experience that she knew when blood was fresh. And resting under the smell of blood was the faint but noticeable scent of pine. “Perfect cover-up for the decaying bodies, huh?” Soon Y/N stumbled upon a secluded part of the estate. It was different from the rest as if it had been clean and maintained, but that would be impossible unless someone decided to squat in the abandoned estate. That wasn’t happening, not by the look of everything around there.

An eerie feeling settled in Y/N as she ventured down the dimly lit hall. The smell of blood was faint on this side of the estate, it was warm too. Soon she stumbled upon a pair of sliding doors, “This isn’t smart.” Y/N mumbled before gently pushing open the door. The room was dim and smelled of lavender and vanilla; venturing further into the spacious room, she noticed a relatively large bed. As she stepped closer, Y/N came across a sleeping figure in the middle of the bed. “Holy s-shit! It’s him!” Y/N exclaimed before dropping her flashlight to the ground.

“Fucking—” Her mumbles were quickly cut short by the bed spring creaking.

“You know,” His deep lazy voice filled her ears, “it’s almost comically that you lot come here—willingly.” Y/N lifted her head to come directly to his golden gaze. “So, who might you be?”

By now, her heart was thumping hard against her chest. “Uhh, Y-y/n” She replied with an audible gulp.

A smug smile spread across his head as he looked over her shaking frame, baring his large fangs at her. “Do you know who I am?”

Y/N nodded nervously, “You’re Naoya Zenin—but I thought you were dead?”

He chuckled loudly, “I am, sweetheart.” He replied, bringing his intimidating form to the edge of the bed, “you’re different from the others. I can smell the curse energy surging from your body—it’s a nice body too.” Naoya replied, looking over her thighs. “You’re a sorcerer too? Aren’t you?” Y/N nodded. The fear on her body was fueling his excitement.

“Look at here love.” Naoya started bringing his soft fingers to her hot cheeks. “I’m gonna use you tonight. I’ve been terribly hungry lately and I can just tell you and that body of yours will satiate my needs. How does that sound?”

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Y/N arched her back off the red satin sheets, her brown thighs clenching around his head. His cold hands distinctly contrasted the heat coming from his hot tongue. Naoya flicked his tongue against her swollen clit, “F-fuck, such a desperate little slut. You came all the way here just to get fucked by me?” Naoya teased before curving his fat tongue and sliding along her wet hole.

“Naoya, please. Y-your tongue is so fucking good.” Y/N moaned breathlessly as she grind her pussy against his face.

“Desperate little whore.” He mumbled, sending vibrations to her clit. The taste of her sent shivers down his body as he grind his hard dick into the plush bed. Naoya thought he couldn’t get any harder, but the taste of her pussy put life back into his body. He was the desperate one, all the women who had broken into the estate could never satisfy his needs, but this was different. Y/N scent alone made his cock stir in his pants.

Pulling away from her, Naoya glanced at her glistening cunt. His hot tongue slid from her pulsing asshole to her swollen clit, wrapping his pink lips around it as Naoya began to suck and lick feverishly. Y/N hands gripped Naoya’s blonde roots pushing his face deeper into her pussy, her hips slightly lifting off the bed. “Oh Naoya, please. F-fuck.” She wasn’t sure whether squirted or not, but she knew something had happened. Her pussy juice dripped from Naoya’s lips down to the sheets below.

Gripping her neck tightly, Naoya pulled her into a frenzied kiss. It was wild, the way his tongue invaded her hot mouth, how his teeth nipped at her plump lips. “I’m gonna make you mine tonight.” Naoya mumbles as his tongue glides over her soft brown skin. “You’ll be coming back for more.”

Naoya looked down at Y/N twitching body as he undressed. Her perky brown nipples dying to be sucked on, her pretty puffy cunt oozing at the sight of him. That was the type of woman he’d been waiting for. His golden eyes were glowing at the thought of him sliding into her pussy. A menacing smile spread across his face, flashing his long sharp fangs at her. “Her blood must taste divine,” Naoya thinks to himself as he removes his loose-fitted pants.

Y/N’s eyes widened once they landed on Naoya’s cock. It was a big dick, long and fat. One that could stretch her sensitive pussy without second thought. She felt a slight tingling in her pussy when she noticed the little frenum piercing glistening under his dripping precum. Naoya giggled, “You like it? Come kiss it baby.”

The second her soft connected with the piercing, Naoya threw his back, letting out a whiny moan. “Suck it.” He grunted, his hands tightly gripping her box braids. Lust flooded Naoya’s brain as his tip disappeared into her hot mouth with his piercing sliding along her wet tongue. Gripping both sides of her head, Naoya fucked her face continuously thrusting his thick cock to the back of her throat. His saggy balls tapped against her chin with each powerful thrust. “I b-bet your little cunt is soaking right now.” His thigh shook violently as Y/N’s tongue swirled around his needy tip.

“He tastes like honey.” Y/N thought to herself.

More degrading praise spilled from Naoya’s mouth as Y/N bobbed her head along the length of his cock. Her moans sent waves of pleasure down his dick causing Naoya’s body to stiffen. “S-swallow my cum—fucking slut.” His large hands pushed her head deeper with the tip of her nose brushing against his pubes. Another groan left his lips as his hot cum spilled into her throat. “There you go baby, take it all.”

“Naoya—” Y/N collapsed onto the bed as she struggled for air. Before she could register anything else, Naoya was pulling at her ankles bringing her to the edge of the bed.

He was a sight to see, his chiseled torso and broad chest loomed over her with a lustful and menacing gaze. He let out a loud gasp as his cock slowly invaded her velvety walls. Inch by inch, Y/N’s wet hole fluttered around his length. She was tight, too tight for him to even think straight. The only thing on the Zenin’s mind was how she’d look full of this cum.

“Naoya, please, I can take it.” Y/N plead before Naoya tightly gripped her plush thighs. The way her wet cunt sucked him in, made Naoya almost lose it. Y/N bought her legs around Naoya’s waist trapping him in her wetness. Moving at a steady pace, Naoya dragged his thick cock against her velvety walls massaging her sweet spots. Her hands made their way into his blond locks as she moaned sweet sounds into Naoya’s ears. “I want you to cum inside me Naoya, please. Cum inside me.”

Her pleas and sobs made Naoya slam into her cunt, the lewd sounds of skin slapping and her squelching pussy filled the room. His pace was relentless, the thick head of his dick rubbing her g-spot causing her legs to shake around him. Her pussy clenching with each rough stroke with her back arching off the bed. Her body pressed his chest. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” Naoya groaned gripping tightly on the sheets below. He knew he was close, the pit in his stomach was getting harder to ignore.

Y/N could barely form correct sentences—not when Naoya was fucking her like this. Her nails sunk into his shoulders, tears spilling from her eyes as Naoya sunk in and out of her cunt. “Gonna c-cum Naoya, please—” Her eyes rolling to the back of her head as he fucked into her harder and deeper. Soon her pussy shuddered around him bringing out his own orgasm.

Thick ropes of cum filled her pussy as Naoya sunk his sharp fangs into her shoulder. “Oh!” Y/N gasped at the sudden pain. Naoya sucked and licked around the fresh wound, the taste of her blood made his heart and cock swell. A moan left his lips as pulled away from her shoulder, his eyes now glowing red as looked at her horrified expression. “If only you knew how good you taste.”

happy halloween :)

#naoya zenin x black!reader #naoya zenin smut #jujustu kaisen smut #naoya zenin x reader #❝ — leah's fics #jjk #naoya zenin

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tragicvictoriantears · 2 years ago

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✞ The Moth Kiss ✞

Rene Simm X FemReader

❥ fluff

【 y/n is a vampire! 】

Idk how to write fluff. Sorry.

❥ Tw: small scary details. Some curse words.

It was before the disaster, when night butterflies — known as moths — were man's greatest fear. Such a harmless creature, it was said that it brings death on its wings and consume light sources. How many power outages he caused! The residents of the block were always shouting curse words at this problematic being with their fists pointed at the sky. " The moth left us in the dark again, this little shit with wings! ". It was also said that they eat the chapped lips of children, the eyelashes of women, that they sit in your ear and whisper only obscenities. This one is interesting: if you touch one, your grandparents will die the next day! The poor and small nephews would run from the room crying when they saw one! Anyways, as if the Night Kingdom wasn't scary enough, a new character has appeared!

" By any chance, do you remember the madman from Bram Stoker? “ y/n asks, looking up at Rene. They were at a table lit only by a jar. The jar had Christmas lights in it, and captive, in the small space, was a moth! Struggling desperately and noisily, you couldn't tell he was anything like what was said of him. It's like you pity him, how he was taken by vampires and now he's sequestered, instead of flying peacefully, disappearing into a dark sea where he will find peace, far from the apocalypse. And all this happens the night before Halloween! He can't even fly at will on a holiday! How sad, how sad! And what if it's the apocalypse? Does that have to erase the beauty of the holidays? What a crap! Then I don't need any more apocalypse! To hell with the apocalypse! Either way, the guilty vampires were both sketching from the moth’s appearance. The brunette vampire was drawing it as it was, y/n who knows what she was scribbling in there, you can never tell what was going on in her head! Even Rene was wondering how he ended up having a secret relationship with such an energetic and crazy nature person. The woman's preferences in beauty were truly dubious. Maybe that's why they ended up falling in love! Come to think of it, they have such a cute date! Both of them drawing alone in the dark with that poor light. But that light makes such a great atmosphere! It was y/n's idea!

" The one who ate creatures, such as flies, spiders, believing that he would live forever if he consumed their lives. “ he finally answers and y/n just claps slowly. Although he answers simply, in his characteristic style, she is always enthusiastic about everything he tells her. She is immune to his indifferent and bored facade. That's because her way of being has destroyed, long ago — maybe a century ago? I lost track of time! Oh my! — the facade he had and they both only have fun when they're together. I dare say they entertain each other. Because the cure for boredom is fun. And they decided to cure each other, to infinity!

" Yes! Bravo! That’s correct! How can we be vampires and not know about Stoker? That would be absurd! It's like not knowing the national anthem, while being a citizen of a state! Hey! Don't look at me like that, I'm not exaggerating! I claim a universal truth, for us, vampires! We are obliged to know Stoker! But anyway, what I'm going to tell you, this character, he is almost like the madman from the novel! One difference though, this man never wanted to live forever, to achieve immortality — probably he also knew that immortality was crap, we know that too — he wanted to get closer to his great love: the Great Empress of the Night! That's what a night butterfly told him. That they have an Empress and he described her so beautifully in his ear, the poor man fell in love on the spot. So he started eating moths at night, collecting them day by day and eating them only on Fridays, at midnight!! Since all the horrors begin, Friday at night, like in those movies! Do you still remember them? They were very cool! Now I feel like I miss the 90s! Oh! Sweet nostalgia! — Getting back at the story: He ate so much that his eyes were changed into moths, and some of their corpses were forever stuck in his teeth — yet a few had a thread of life hanging on and they were still flapping their wings helplessly. I know, I know, such a disgusting detail! When he entered the Kingdom though, he found out there was no Empress and that he was tricked! Alas, what a tragedy! He made himself miserable for nothing! What would have been in the soul of the poor man? Who knows? He knows! Him and the night butterflies! Still he accepted his fate, probably fell into his own madness and guess what? He messed up!! Yes, yes, he messed up really bad. Reason, like humanity, have left him! And since then, at night, it is said that the most beautiful girls can notice him in the corner of their bedrooms. He approaches them, smiles and frightens them with his teeth — with that typical wing that even today, still moves between his teeth! — with the deathly stench of his disgustingly hot breath and finally, he kisses them. Once kissed, they'll be just like him, with moths instead of eyes! And you know what he's going to do to them? He will drag them after him in the dark, feeding only on the small sources of light they can find. These are his wives, this is — “

" Why did you make up this whole story? " Rene interrupts her, putting the sketch pencil down and y/n just smiles contentedly, even proud.

" Oh dear, I thought you wouldn't ask me! I decided to tell it to the children here. It breaks my heart to think that no grown-up bothers to tell them a horror story like that before bed! I mean it’s almost Halloween! “ the man in front of her sighs and leans back, arching an eyebrow slightly.

" I'm sure they don't need a story to be scared already! ” although his tone seems as dry and bored as ever, some trace of amusement can be inferred. "You are too fascinated by this crap of legends and morbid things. I could tell you have a livestock-like fascination. " and now it's her turn to lean back and arch an eyebrow. But the moment doesn't last long, the sly smile returns to her face. She probably took it as a compliment.

" Well, that's why I'm with you, I think your face matches my passions perfectly! " and Rene just snorts, briefly looking away. There was a snort followed by a smile, I dare say he's actually flattered by such a remark. Probably bullying each other is some type of love language between the two. None of them minds, after all it's easy to keep things interesting that way.

His eyes fall on the sketch of his girlfriend, noticing that it is him on the sheet, clumsily drawn, but it is him. And another interesting thing is that instead of eyes, he has moths! He couldn't help himself and started laughing, making y/n snort this time and hide the sketch with her hands. Indeed, the sketch is poorly made — he is the big artist in the realtionship — but the idea itself is funny.

“ I’m never-ever drawing with you again! I’m sorry for not being talented like you! “ she brings the sheet to her chest and crumples it, hoping that this gesture will make him stop laughing. However, she ends up laughing too. At first she smiled shyly and then she joined him. It was impossible to imagine someone like Simm laughing so heartily. Sometimes he is so quiet around his friend Lacus, that you might not notice him at all! This is Rene in the eyes of the majority. Silent, indifferent, neutral, unimportant. He really liked staying that way. He is much more comfortable. Is this a role he has assumed for his own peace of mind? Only he knows! But believe it or not, with y/n, he has moments like this almost everyday. Why do you think a vampire like him would get involved with a secret relationship, if the person wasn't special? And she is very special. Especially for him.

" Am I the monster in your story? “ he calms down and y/n nods. “ And who are you? " she blushes while grinning, as if she couldn't wait for such a question.

" The virgin. " she responds.

" What virgin? “

" The virgin who fell in love with this monster, with this scary looking man. " she moves closer to his face, slowly caresses his bottom lip with her index finger. Rene frowned slightly before grinning.

" How mean you are! Did you somehow made fun my teeth? How dare you! It’s far from the truth you idiot! " he grabs her finger and pulls her closer to him, only their noses making contact, they were so close to kissing! They just sit like that, in that position, teasing each other!

“ Me? “ she points at herself, acting like she’s surprised. “ Never! It's just that I don't know what it feels like or what it looks like. I forgot! The last time we kissed was yesterday, so I, you see, jumped to an innocent conclusion! If you would allow me to kiss you, I would correct this image for sure! “ she slowly moistens her lips and then blows cold air on his, teasing him further.

" You're a damn bitch sometimes! “ his grin doesn't go away, but he's more impatient than ever. She also feels like she can't do it anymore, she's burning inside!

“ Am I getting what I want though? “

No vocal response needed, their cold lips sticking together is enough of an answer. Even if it's impossible, for a few seconds, you can feel them sharing a little warmth. Maybe it was in their heads, because they love each other immensely! And this love sometimes gives them the feeling that they have a heart and that heart beats on top of that! Immortality is a splendid gift with the right one. And how lucky! They have each other. Finally, a frozen kiss between two vampires is beautiful. So beautiful, that another moth appears, flying slowly, unnoticed and just as subtly — he settles on their lips, censoring the kiss between them. And they, undisturbed, continue. As if the moth respects their secret love, wants to help them by covering their romantic gesture from our prying eyes, even adds a morbid yet artistic element to the scene — just like their taste.

It is also said that the moth also appears when the dead love each other. But the moth doesn't make disasters. It moves its wings slowly and sends a blessing to their moment! That’s The Moth Kiss!

@theorphanprince

@erehii

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bylerinfp · 2 years ago

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Jealous, Wheeler? Pt.2

Byler Fanfic

(click here for part one)

- Mike is struggling with his feelings for Will, as a result of that he distances himself. (Warnings: homophobia, internalized homophobia, Slurs, Cursing)

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I arrived at school on my bike Dressed as Venkman as the others followed in are group costumes, Halloween was gonna be perfect! We walked in together. I stopped at Will's locker examining all the drawings, until my eyes landed on one of us, as our dnd characters. "this is so cool! you drew this?" he just nodded, grinning before shutting his locker. "you can have it if you want" I folded it six times before placing it in my pocket.

We walked to class hand in hand, until all of a sudden Troy showed up out of nowhere. I stood in front of Will shielding him expecting them to belittle him. "Trying to protect your boyfriend? You're disgusting, holding hands with zombie boy, fucking fag!" I bit back on my lip holding back tears "Shut up". They laugh at my apparent discomfort "Frog face the fairy". This time it wasn't just Troy and his goons, Nancy, Steve, My friends, Eleven, My family, and Will. They all stared at me with disgust. They all saw right through me, they saw me for what I was, a kid in love with his best friend and they hated me for it.

I jolt awake, trying to catch my breath. Just a nightmare I keep repeating to myself as I gasp for air.

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There I sat, eating the breakfast mom had made. I hear footsteps at the basement door, my head turns to find a hazy, Will Byers. Our eyes meet, quickly darting away as he takes a seat beside me at the Table. "Syrup?" He hands it to me after pouring it onto his eggs, a weird food combination we tried one morning, it's been an every day and thing since. Cute.

I swear there's something wrong with me. My dream lures me from the back of my mind, reminding me how disgusting I truly am. My heart starts beating out of my chest.

We continue eating in an odd silence. I stole a couple of glances while chewing on my sausage until they were met with Will's. "So... I talked to Eddie about some campaign ideas and I'm planning on dm-ing tomorrow, he seemed excited" a heartwarming smirk formed on his face as he puts a piece of egg into his mouth.

I was brought back to reality after being entranced by Wills's grin. I meet his gaze, Did he catch me staring at his lips? Just act normal... Be normal. " Well, yeah... I mean Eddie is always our dungeon master, so it'll be a nice change”. I dart my eyes away from his direction, looking down directly at my half eaten breakfast.

The day continued with me in my room as an attempt to avoid Will, an attempt to push away how I truly feel, like a disgusting freak.

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(A/N: I'm sorry this is so short😭 I had more but I didn't save the draft.. I promise I'll get more out) not proofread!!

#stranger things #gay #byler s4 #byler is real #strangerthings season 4 #will byers #byler #mike wheeler #gay mike wheeler #eddie munson #mike wheeler angst #will byer angst #byler fanfic #lgbtq

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elisela · 4 years ago

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make my wish come true buck x eddie, g, 2k, fluff and sweet drunk boys for @madamewriterofwrongs because for once it wasn’t @tylerhunklin who said “yes write it” after sending me a TikTok

“Four,” Buck says. His head is tipped back on the couch, cheeks flushed, eyes bright—Eddie wants to reach out and touch him, to trace the lines of his face with gentle fingertips, to press his mouth against Buck’s and see if his lips are as soft as they look, if they would give way underneath Eddie’s teeth and thumbs and—“no, five,” Buck says, looking over at him. “Six? I dunno, Eds, s’probably time for water.”

“Probably,” he says. He doesn’t move. The kitchen—it’s so far away, and the couch is already tilting a little, pressing Buck right against him, his body radiating heat that Eddie feels down to his bones. He presses a palm down on the arm of the couch, but his stomach lurches as soon as he shifts forward and he gives up. “Gonna regret this in the morning.”

“Long way from now,” Buck says, and his head drops onto Eddie’s shoulder. “Hey, Eddie. Truth or dare?”

“This is a bad idea,” Eddie says. He’s still sober enough to know that Buck’s usual dares take a dangerous turn when they’re drunk—it’s only happened twice before, but he can still recall how cartwheeling into the side of the house had quickly ended the game last time. Still. “Dare.”

“I dare you to do a handstand for five minutes,” Buck says. His breath blows out over Eddie’s skin as he laughs, seemingly already picturing Eddie struggling in his mind.

“Fine,” Eddie says. He still doesn’t move. “I’m gonna puke on your floor though.”

Buck’s arm slides along his waist as he twists, ending up with his face smashed into Eddie’s neck, his weight pressing Eddie back into the couch. “Nevermind,” he says, and he rubs his nose into the crease of Eddie’s neck, laughing again when Eddie tries to push him away. “I don’t wanna clean it—no, stay—”

Eddie relaxes, stops struggling against him, but Buck’s still got most of his body tucked against Eddie’s so he doesn’t feel bad about the hand he keeps on Buck’s waist. “S’this mean I win?”

“No,” Buck says. “I get a do-over.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“Do not.”

“Do too,” Buck says, poking him in the ribs. “You can’t just say you win, Eddie—” the way Buck’s lips brush against his skin drives him crazy, and he’s too buzzed to remember that he really shouldn’t be leaning into it, he should probably pull away, move himself across the couch and to a safer distance, where he couldn’t smell the shampoo Buck uses from the way his hair tickles under Eddie’s nose, “—uh, did you say truth or dare?”

He frowns. “Um. Dare?”

He always chooses dare. Buck somehow hasn’t caught on, but he’s not worried about Buck’s dares, all some variation of physical stunts that will likely result in one of them breaking a bone at some point if they keep it up. But truth—he’s heard the questions Buck asks Maddie, asks Chim. He can’t risk that Buck wouldn’t dig straight to the bottom of his soul if he got a chance.

“I dare you to get us water,” Buck mumbles.

“Okay,” Eddie says, and neither of them move for several minutes. Buck’s head gets heavier on his shoulder, and Eddie feels his own tilt down until his cheek is resting on Buck’s forehead. It’s—gravity. Alcohol. Nothing he’s doing of his own volition, just—”you still awake?”

Buck hums. “I’m hungry. Let’s go get tacos.”

His stomach turns over. “Pancakes.”

“Oh, those dumplings you like at that one place—”

“The one by—”

“No, the other one,” Buck says. “Think they deliver?”

“Not at three in the morning,” Eddie says. He doesn’t really know what time it is, but it’s been dark for hours now, so—maybe.

“You ever been to San Francisco?”

“Not since I left my heart there,” he says, and snorts when Buck makes a confused noise. “It’s—nevermind. No. Have you?”

“”m gonna take you ‘n Chris,” Buck says. “There’s a place, they have these green onion pancakes—it’s amazing. I dream about ‘em.”

“When’d you go to San Francisco?” He’s heard Buck’s life story, knows the trips he’d been on with his family, the route he’d taken through South America and up through Mexico before landing in Los Angeles. Nothing further north than L.A. had ever been mentioned.

“After Abby,” Buck says. “Drove up the coast, tried to get used to being alone again. Didn’t need to, I still got you guys.”

His throat is only dry because of the alcohol. God, he wants. He wants to tell Buck that he always has him, has Chris, that as long as Eddie’s alive he’s going to wait until Buck decides he wants him. He thinks—well, he’s never quite sure if he’s reading things the right way. There’d been the ghost of Abby, then Ali, then a long stretch of no one until Buck had started to make comments about dating, about finding someone, but—nothing ever came of it. And every time Eddie thought, this isn’t something just friends do—like this, this cuddling on the couch with Buck’s fingers pressing idle patterns against his skin—he’d turn around and see Buck getting just as close with Hen, his feet in her lap on the couch at work, or catch him flirting with other people.

It’s fine. Eddie’s just not used to friendships like this, such tactile, vulnerable relationships, but he can live with it, even if he constantly wants more, even if he sometimes would bet on Buck wanting more, too.

“You ever go?”

“No,” Eddie says, even though he’s pretty sure Buck had already asked. His hand is in Buck’s hair, somehow, scratching the pads of his fingers against Buck’s scalp. “Want to.”

“Let’s go,” Buck says. “Trade our next shift, we can take Chris—”

“Our next shift is Halloween,” Eddie says, and there is absolutely no one who will trade them if it means they end up working on Halloween.

“The one after that, then we have six days—there’s the bridge and Chris would love Alcatraz and we could drive up—”

“You don’t have to convince me,” Eddie says, a yawn interrupting his words.

“Cool,” Buck says, and Eddie can always tell when he’s smiling by how his voice sounds. “But ‘m still hungry.”

“Water.”

“Carbs,” Buck says. “Oh, sourdough bread. You think Uber Eats can bring it?”

“I think we should have water and go to sleep,” Eddie says, but again—he can’t bring himself to move. Buck is warm against him, soft and happy, and Eddie would stay awake all night if it means getting to touch him like this, getting to drop his chin down so that his lips almost brush Buck’s forehead as he speaks, a poor imitation of the way he wants to kiss him.

“You remember the sourdough french toast we had last Christmas? Where’s that? I want it.”

“Chris wants a dog for Christmas,” Eddie says, dropping his hand to the back of Buck’s neck and squeezing. The groan it draws out of Buck is enough for him to squeeze harder, and the little gasping noise he makes when Eddie rolls his thumb up behind Buck’s ear—“I think I’m gonna give in.”

“You should,” Buck says. “A big one. What do you want for Christmas?”

“Someone who will take care of a dog when Chris inevitably loses interest in twice-daily walks,” Eddie says, shaking his head. It bumps his chin against Buck’s head, and he catches himself just before he presses an apology kiss to the spot. “Dunno. It’s October, I haven’t thought about it. What do you want?”

“You,” Buck says sleepily. “And carbs. Maybe together, like, at the same time. Oh, you know those banana muffins you make and you make them into pumpkin muffins for Halloween? Do you have Christmas muffins? Like—wait, what would you put in Christmas muffins?”

“Maybe eggnog,” Eddie says, and then he blinks when everything Buck said filters through the haze covering his thoughts. “Wait. Did you—”

“Eggnog in muffins? Eddie, that’s gross.”

“‘s’not gross,” he says, because he makes amazing eggnog french toast—well, Sophia makes it, same thing—and he can’t see why eggnog muffins wouldn’t be delicious as well, but really there are more pressing issues here like “did you say—”

“You.”

His hand stills on Buck’s neck. “Like,” he says, slowly, trying to force reason through everything he’s had to drink tonight, “like—you want to spend Christmas together?”

Buck snorts, but he doesn’t say anything for a long moment and Eddie wonders if he’s drifting off to sleep, or if he’s having the same trouble trying to think clearly. “If that’s what you want me to mean,” he says finally, yawning. “You’re right, we should sleep.”

“I want to know what you meant,” Eddie says, and a second later Buck’s hand is cupping his jaw and pulling him down, tilting Eddie’s head as he brings him into an open-mouthed kiss; Eddie tastes the bitterness of the vodka on his tongue as Buck kisses him, swallows down the soft noises Buck makes, keeps his hands absolutely still against Buck’s body like if he moves it’ll break the spell. “If you forget this in the morning—” he says when Buck pulls away, and Buck laughs softly as he moves away, shaking out his limbs before standing up.

“I won’t,” he says. “Come on, you can sleep in my bed. I’ll keep my hands to myself, I promise.”

“I—” can’t make that promise, he thinks. His lips are still wet from Buck’s kiss, and he shakes his head. “No, I’ll sleep here. Don’t—just—”

“You worry too much,” Buck says, “I’m a little buzzed but not so drunk I’ll—” he trips over an errant shoe as he passes by, and Eddie reaches out to steady him. “Okay, just because I tripped doesn’t mean—”

“Just go to sleep,” Eddie says. “Goodnight.”

“Eddie.”

“Goodnight,” he says again, because maybe he can forget—or not forget, but convince himself that one kiss doesn’t mean that much, that the thrill it sent up his spine was just because it’s been so long, that—

“Goodnight,” Buck says, and he bends down to kiss Eddie’s forehead before he stumbles his way out of the living room and up the stairs. “You can come join me when your back starts to hurt, old man.”

Eddie flips him off, even though Buck can’t see, lays down, and prays.

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“God,” Buck groans the next morning, cursing loudly when he runs into a chair and it scrapes against the floor, “death would feel better than this. I want coffee. Come make it for me.”

“Just because I cave to a ten year olds whims doesn’t mean I’ll cave to yours,” Eddie says, pulling his arm down from where it had been over his eyes, blocking the sunlight. “Do you have to have so many damn windows?”

Buck’s been up for ten minutes, talking loudly to Eddie the entire time, and it’s all Eddie can do to lay there and pretend like his heart isn’t breaking. He knew it, he knew, he should have—stopped him, or something. Should have let the “you” go unanswered, ignored it, realized that being lonely and drunk caused a person to do things they didn’t mean and make promises they wouldn’t keep.

He closes his eyes again as Buck walks over to the couch, lets himself be manhandled into a seated position while Buck sprawls out next to him. He can do this—it’s just the same kind of contact they usually have. He’ll be fine.

“Whatever,” Buck mutters. “Here, I want you to listen to this,” he says, nudging Eddie until Eddie opens his eyes and looks at him. “Ready?”

“Sure,” Eddie says, waving a hand weakly. He’s not sure what he expects, but bells and Mariah Carey in October is definitely not it. “Buck.”

“Told you I wouldn’t forget,” Buck says, leaning against him. “I’d kiss you again but something died in my mouth overnight—”

Eddie leans over and hits the pause button on Buck’s phone. “I’m telling everyone you played me All I Want For Christmas is You, you know.”

“Good,” Buck says, grinning. “It was pretty romantic of me, right?”

“I think we have a very different idea of what is or isn’t romantic,” Eddie says, but he turns his head to the side and presses a kiss to the corner of Buck’s smile, then another, and has to pull himself back before he does anything else. “Let’s go talk about it during breakfast. I’ll take you out.”

“It’s a date,” Buck says, and leans in to kiss him again.

#buddie fic #buddie #eli writes #more shit based on tiktok videos lets all be surprised #evan buckley #eddie diaz #drunk boys in love #yes i wrote what is essentially a christmas fic in september

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years ago

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Tongue Tied - Tim Drake x Reader

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Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hello lovely author, may I please request a Tim x reader who start as nerd friends, then she finds out about him being Red Robin before he can tell her, and then Red Robin saves her one day and she lets slip that she knows it's Tim. With her smarts, she's able to help him with cases and missions, and the batfam is impressed by how smart she is. You can choose whether it's a romantic ending or not, that's up to you. I just feel like smart Tim needs to be seen more. Thanks😊”

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When I tell you I love me a smart reader I LOVE ME A SMART READER! Thank you so much for the wonderful request! Strap in dear anon you set me up for a long one and I really said “get in the car!” I hope you enjoy ; )

In the midst of a mental breakdown you let the flashbacks ensue, that’s the only correct way to lose your mind as everything you thought you knew crumbled around you right?

First you remembered “meeting” Tim Drake-Wayne for the first time. You always put meeting in quotes because you’d been in love with him for months and had sleuthed out his favorite coffee shop just to stumble into him. And because you’re you, nothing can really go as planned can it? Your plan to stumble into Tim was taken more literally when he caught you from tripping as you tried to enter the store, as you pulled yourself from his chest you felt your cheeks redden immediately.

“Oh my gosh I am such a klutz I’m so sorry” he looked flustered himself, nervously fidgeting with his sweatshirt sleeve. “Oh uh, no problem, are you okay?” he up from his jacket to meet your eyes, and though he’d never tell you his heart melted on the spot, his brother Dick defined it as “love at first sight” but that seemed too cheesy. “I’m fine! You going in here too? This is my favorite spot!” you shook off the nerves, making your way into the cafe. Tim followed you in, and to your surprise paid for your drink. Sitting at a little bar you pulled out some of your college textbooks before you realized Tim and slipped into the seat next to you.

“You in college?” his voice made you jump, your head jolting up. “Oh - no! I just think this kinda stuff is interesting. Math can predict everything ya know!” you slid your textbook between the two of you, feeling Tim’s shoulder lightly brush yours as he leaned in to read it. “Totally! Like even the golden ratio in nature!” Tim explained excitedly.

That day turned into texting every single day and hanging out whenever Tim could, and it slowly developed into a best friendship.

How did you not see the red flags like how Tim could rarely, almost never hangout at night? Or how he’d have strange bruises scattered across his body. Tim always looked dead tired but you knew he didn’t do any activities after school, to be honest the math just didn’t add up, so you took to investigating before making a conclusion - as any good scientist would. And because he’s a messy teenage boy investigation was easy.

While over at the manor Bruce had called Tim to W.E. for some sort of emergency press conference about his younger brother Damian biting a reporter, the interview was only supposed to be a half an hour. So, Tim left you with snacks and Youtube in his room while he threw on a suit and tie, which he looked like an absolute five course meal in - that wasn’t the point. You took the opportunity the riffle through his room, not exactly sure what you were looking for as you pawed through stacks of overdue assignments and dirty clothes.

With deep breaths you relived the moment that hadn’t stopped playing in your head, finding his Red Robin suit. Throwing open his closet you stifled a laugh at his pajama pants and ratty t-shirts but you choked on air when a deep red and black suit fell from the top of his closet onto your face. Thinking it was some sort of halloween costume you held it up and realized what you were touching. It made sense, the late nights, bruises, frantic cancellations, it all added up except that Tim was the sweetest person you knew, the most loving soul you knew was kicking ass while you struggled through trigonometry.

Unable to comprehend what was happening you put everything away and went home, shooting Tim some bullshit excuse about your family as your ran up to your room and began making a list - comparing Tim’s absences to Red Robin sightings, googling photos of Red Robin and drawing comparisons to the way he held himself like your best friend. There truly was no denying - Tim Drake was the Red Robin. Then it hit you like a truck - Bruce Wayne was Batman. And you assumed all of Tim’s adoptive family were vigilantes as well. You didn’t sleep that night, trying to make google searches that didn’t give anything away while trying to make a list of everything you discovered.

Tim was Red Robin. You still couldn’t wrap your mind around it. So you sat in your room at 4am, crying. Because Tim was probably out risking his life for years without you knowing. Everytime you yelled at him for cancelling plans was probably because he was out saving lives and he took all your anger, he let you berate him for scrapping his knees when it was probably the fucking Joker whooping his ass. Is it right to apologize? To tell him what you found out and try to move on with the friendship. Is this like a “now that you know I have to kill you” kinda thing? You weren’t exactly ready to die.

It seemed like Tim’s secret to keep, it was difficult at first to keep the facade that you didn’t know what he was doing at night, you just tried to always be understanding and appreciative of all the time he made for you. You fell back into the lull of best-friendship, Robin or not, Tim was the best person you knew.

“You’re in love with her Drake” Damian chided, almost annoyed with Tim’s ambivalence on the topic of his life long crush. “Am not, she’s my best friend. It’s not my fault you don’t understand friendships demon” Tim spat back, keeping his head down to hide his blush. “I’m with the demon, you practically worship the ground she walks on” Jason called, drinking straight from.a carton of milk as Dick cried out in disgust before adding his own opinion to the mess that was Tim’s love life. “Sorry kid it’s 3 to 1 which means you have to ask her out for real, remember last time?” Tim glared at the mention of his failed date proposal where you thought he was speaking in strictly hypotheticals. “You can’t out vote me on my own feelings” Tim groaned. “All in favor of allowing us to out vote Tim?” The three raised their hands again as Tim stomped up to his room, he planned on going on a peaceful patrol to plan his dream date for you.

A couple weeks into knowing Tim’s secret you learned that if you climbed to the roof of your apartment building you could see Batman and whomever he took out for patrol flipping around the city late at night. It had become a nightly routine and you’d grown to be able to identify the hero by their style of movement, your notebook filled with notes and sketches about each boy or girl. Then when you hungout with Tim you could match a vigilante’s mannerisms with one of his siblings, it was simple science really. Then you began taking down notes about whoever the Bats were fighting if it was public, discovering little facts and trying to slip Tim subconscious knowledge, it was the least you could do to help your favorite boy on earth.

But that wasn’t enough, you wanted in on the excitement of crime fighting, to have more knowledge than was on broadcast TV. So you took to the streets of Gotham armed with pepper spray, a pocket knife, and a notepad. You learned tidbits of information that you poured over, working it together until you’d solved a case, then you’d slip hypothetical ideas to Tim throughout the hours of hanging out. You felt like a real life hero, and you were getting better by the day.

“Jeez Tim it’s like you’ve been working double time! You’re solving cases before they’re even on B’s radar, what’s your secret kid genius?” Dick was stretching on the BatComputer while Tim feverishly typed in his newest solve. “Well I hangout with Y/N! She’s like a good luck charm dude I also get the best ideas when I’m with her! It’s pure magic bro I’m telling you” Tim explained as he frantically finished his report. “Lovers do have that effect! So when are you gonna tell her you’re in loveeeeee” Dick cooed as Tim shook his head. “Shut up Dickwing I’m working” was all he could give Dick without blushing or mixing up his words. He just had to plan something perfect.

But it never was perfect was it?

Kill Croc was out in the sewer, and you’d taken it upon yourself to help Tim out, you knew people who knew some of the people that helped out Croc and you were determined to find him first at any cost. That’s how you accidentally ended up in a dirty drug deal.

“Hey Timbers, you’re gonna wanna get to my location asap, I’m pretty sure your girlfriend is in trouble and it would be rude of me not to offer her saving to you” Jason heard a scramble from the other side of the comm as Tim confirmed he was on the way. He watched carefully as you searched for an escape from your capture, normally he would’ve busted the drug dealers for capturing teenagers by now but he was feeling magnanimous, deciding to give Tim the opportunity to save an unsuspecting but terrified Y/N.

There were definitely no clear exits, you cursed yourself for getting too close. You were not Red Robin, you played the long game you didn’t rush into the arms of armed drug dealers in the name of the law. Your heart was beating out of your chest as they pointed a gun at you, forcing you to walk towards a sketchy delivery truck with the other kids. “Ooh totally not gonna happen!” a familiar voice cheered as glass windows shattered, none other than your best friend stood with a grin. He looked hot as fu- not the time, not the time.

“Come any closer we’ll blow her brains out!” you felt a loaded pistol connect with the back of your head as you froze, begging to any god to live and promising not to be a field agent ever again. “That’ll be pretty hard without your gun dumbass” Tim called as four batarangs knocked the guns out of all the guy’s hands. Red Hood, who you knew was Jason Todd, burst through the back windows, guns raised. “I thought we had a deal you sorry bitches. Now let these kids go or I’ll show you what blowing brains out really looks like” the men froze, letting everyone escape.

“Too late for us, but we’re taking the pretty girl with us!” one of the men had picked up their gun, aiming it straight between your eyes and firing. You screeched when a flash of red jumped in front of you. Almost in slomo you watched the bullet connect with Tim’s body. Your scream was deafened by Red Hood’s guns as he knocked all the men completely out. Rushing to Tim’s side you pulling his head into your lap. “Tim! Oh my god Tim are you okay!” you cried as Red Robin pulled off his domino mask to reveal a very confused Tim Drake. “Kevlar, I’m fine, bullets pack a punch but it just knocked the wind out of me, how did you know who I was?” Tim sat up, showing you the bullet sized dent in his suit.

“We should go somewhere else and I can explain” you smiled sheepishly, letting Tim put his cowl back on as he loops his arm around your waist, pulling you to the top of the nearest building.

“YOU’VE KNOWN FOR MONTHS” Tim looked shocked as you explained how you figured it out and how you’ve been helping him out for weeks. “Should I have told you? I’m really sorry I just didn’t know I felt like you’d tell me when you were ready” you flinched at Tim’s shout and he calmed down. “To be honest I don’t know, you’re one of few that know who I am, but I’m glad you know, makes this even better” Tim added the last part softly, placing his hand on your cheek to lift your lips to his. Your eyes widened in shock before fluttering closed, kissing him back. The build up of months detangled itself in a night, and kissing Tim was just as perfect as you’d imagined all those years ago.

“So you’ve really been solving all those cases and you didn’t even tell me! You’re totally amazing at it!” Tim added, almost as if he’d been thinking during the kiss. “Yeah it’s pretty fun, you’re still gonna let me help right? I’m not stopping now!” you poked Tim’s chest while he thought. “I mean I’m pretty sure Babs needs a partner, but no ground work, you saw how well that went tonight, but it’ll be good to have a partner who finally knows everything” Tim exhaled, letting everything off his chest.

“Partners!” you smiled, leaning in to seal the deal with a kiss.

“This is totally epic” you stood stunned as the BatCave shined in all it’s glory. “I mean yeah it’s pretty cool, look this is my actual suit, I bet the one you saw was an older model!” Tim let you around the cave, showing off his favorite parts. You squeezed his hand trying to convey how excited you were. “I’m gonna be a better detective than you soon Timmy” you teased as Tim showed you the ropes of the BatComputer. “In your dreams babe” he rolled his eyes. “Babe huh? Didn’t realize you asked me out” you scrunched your nose at Tim while he blushed. “Oh uh, see I meant to, but yeah, I definitely should do that like-” you cut him off “yes Tim I’ll be your girlfriend you idiot” you laughed at how tongue tied the loveable boy was. You weren’t going to pretend like you didn’t get flustered around him either - you practically tripped on your own feet the first time you met him, but look how far you’d came from there.

From friends to partners to lovers and probably everything in between, you were finally Tim’s in every way, working side by side was the best thing to ever happen to both of you. That’s not quite right. Tim Drake himself was just simply the best thing that’s ever happened to you. And you to him. And that’s truly love at it’s finest.

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saxxxology · 5 years ago

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What Lurks Beneath the Surface - 1

After Sam’s ultimate sacrifice, you struggle to cope. When he shows up after months of being gone, you’re happier than ever to see him. That is, until you realize that the love of your life is much different than you remember.

PAIRING: Soulless!Sam x Reader WARNINGS: canon divergence (season 6), angst, suspense, violence, smut, minor dub-con, and more. NOTE: Some elements of this series are a little darker than what I usually write. Warnings are sporadic to avoid spoilers - send me an ask if you have any concerns!

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Every night after Sam’s death you drink to him. there’s always a bottle of something in your apartment, and you don’t touch it other than to drink in Sam’s memory. Each day his absence hurts just a little more, and on some days it aches so bad you can barely make it out of bed to go to work.

One morning you call in sick and spend the day crying in your bedroom, hugging your pillow and sobbing into the stained pillowcase. You whisper I miss you one second and then curse him the next. Damn you, Sam, you think. Damn you for giving up like that.

And then you wonder if Sam even wanted to make it out alive. Maybe he wanted to die.

For weeks, you try calling Castiel. All you want is a friend, and you’ll take the socially awkward angel as a goddamn roommate if it gets you somebody to talk to.

Castiel doesn’t answer.

Halloween is the first holiday to pass. Sam never liked Halloween, so you don’t dress up or decorate your apartment or go outside to hand out candy. You don’t even watch a horror movie; Sam was always there to protect you when the fake ghosts or monsters got too scary when you were little. Again, while tiny fists knock on your door, high-pitched voices yelling “trick or treat,” you repeat your ritual of drinking to him, making your count rise to exactly eighty.

Eighty days without your best friend.

Next comes Thanksgiving, and you make the long, cold drive to see Dean and Lisa. You spend three days with them, staying up late baking cornbread and cookies with Lisa, letting Ben teach you how to play video games, and the night before you leave, you and Dean go out to a bar and have a drink for Sam.

It feels good to drink with someone else for once.

A few days after you get back home, you’re out getting groceries, and out of the corner of your eye, you think you see him. There’s the blur of a dark gray jacket and brown hair, and the height makes it all the more realistic, but by the time you look up, the blur is gone, replaced by a white-haired old lady who’s easily a foot and a half shorter.

You shake it off, thinking it’s just your overactive imagination.

On Christmas Eve, you’re sadder than usual. Christmas was your favorite holiday to celebrate with Sam, and now that he isn’t here, it seems pointless to do anything related to it. But your apartment is so dark and dreary that you finally decide that wallowing in sadness is getting unhealthy. You spend the morning cleaning up, throwing out empty cans and bottles and you actually decide to test out your dishwasher for the first time since you moved in.

After cleaning and plugging in an apple-scented air freshener, you go out and get a small tree and set it up on your coffee table. A string of little white lights and golden ornaments light up the dark green branches, and when you finally turn them on, they light up your entire living room. It makes you smile, and you go to your room, dig out your brand new Polaroid camera, and snap a picture. The flash goes off, and within seconds the little rectangle of paper falls into your lap.

You hold it up, examining the picture. It’s still not completely focused, so you decide to let it set and grab your phone. You take a quick picture of your tree and send it to Dean.

< Merry Christmas! :)

A few minutes later, your phone chimes, and Dean’s caller ID pops up on your screen.

“Hey.” You answer the phone with the hint of a smile on your face.

“Hey, kiddo, how are you?” Dean’s voice is rough, but quiet, like it usually is after he’s had a couple drinks.

“I’m holding up,” you reply, “what about you?”

Dean exhales heavily, and you wonder if he’s alone and drinking his feelings away. “I’m… not okay, but I’m not going downhill either.” He clears his throat. “It’s just different.”

“Yeah, I know…” you swallow and look at the setting ink on your photo. “I miss him.”

“I miss him too,” Dean says quietly. “Lisa took one of the pictures I have of him and got it printed on a Christmas ornament, it’s hanging on our tree.”

“That’s sweet of her.” You smile. “Maybe I’ll come out for New Year’s Day, we can light fireworks with Ben.”

“Yeah.” Dean replies. The sound of a door closing echoes in the background, and Dean inhales. “Hey, I’ll call you tomorrow morning, maybe we can Skype or something.”

“All right,” you whisper. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

“Sure thing, kiddo. Merry Christmas.”

The line goes dead, and you toss your phone onto the table. The Polaroid still isn’t ready, so you reach under the couch and pull out the box of photos that you’ve collected over the years. You’re searching for one in particular, your all-time favorite out of over a hundred.

It’s an old polaroid of you and Sam on one of the few good days you had when you were younger; John had left the two of you at a mall while he took Dean to an indoor firing range, and the two of you had saved up enough for a Polaroid camera and some slides. In the photo, it’s Sam’s seventeenth birthday, and you’re holed up with the boys in a motel room with a ten-dollar cake and a bundle of multicolored balloons. Dean had taken the photo of the two of you right before Sam blew out the candles, and for once, the smiles you have in the picture aren’t faked.

You set the picture back in the box and reach over to reexamine your brand new photo. It’s a little blurry from the flash, but you reach over to grab a Sharpie and title it anyway.

You’re about to tuck the photo into the box next to the birthday one when you see something.

There’s a shadow in the section of the window that’s included in the photograph. A very human-like shadow.

You examine it closer, leaning forward so that the picture is illuminated by the Christmas lights. The shadow is clearly human, and it’s right outside your window, like someone is walking up the stairs to get to your apartment.

Mail deliveries don’t run this late, and you doubt anyone other than Dean has your address.

You rush into your bedroom and grab a magnifying glass from your desk. Flicking on your lamplight, you lean in to examine the shadow in detail.

The person’s clearly tall, from their position on the stairs and the height of your window. You move the magnifying glass a little to the left and freeze.

That profile… you’d know that damn nose anywhere.

You run out of your bedroom, down the short hall into your living room, to the front door. You wrench it open step out into the cold air, not caring that your bare feet are immediately freezing on the light covering of snow.

The only cars in the parking lot belong to the people who live there. There aren’t any fresh tire marks in the snow. You turn on the light outside your door and feel a hot rush of adrenaline flood your body.

Coming up the stairs and stopping right in front of you are boot prints, made by someone heavy enough to pack an inch of snow down and reveal the cement landing. You rub your eyes, thinking your imagination must be running wild, but when you open them, the prints are still there. You bend down and brush your fingers over the edge of the snow, examining the tracks carefully.

Sam’s boots. You know the indentations like the back of your hand, well over ten years of watching Sam walk through mud or through an old rain puddle had forced the pattern into your brain.

He can’t be alive… he died, he’s been dead for almost five months…

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of windows banging open, and you look up to see old Mrs. Alderman peering at you. She’s dressed in a pale pink robe and has her white hair up in curlers.

“Y/N, honey, get inside, you’ll catch your death,” she chides.

“I will…” you offer a smile and stand up. “Did you... did you see anyone just now?”

Mrs. Alderman tilts her head. “Out where, honey?”

“Here, by my door.” Your heart thuds wildly in your chest as you watch the old woman carefully.

She nods. “I did, tall guy, long hair, didn’t get a good look at his face.” She motions down the stairs. “He left a good minute before you opened the door. Looked like somethin’ spooked him.” She giggles raspily. “Thought you might have a boyfriend or somethin’ coming over.”

You nod and step back inside your apartment before she can say anything else. You don’t have anything of Sam’s that he could be attached to. Dean had taken his laptop and stash of books with him, leaving you with only the box of photos, but Sam didn’t know that half of them existed, and the others probably not enough to have a memory to hang on to. And Sam would never let himself stay on earth like that, as a ghost or spirit.

You go to the window and slide your curtains closed, blocking any view from outside before doing the same to every other window in the house. You grab the canister of salt from the top shelf in the kitchen and draw a thick line in front of the door, then over all the windowsills in the apartment. It seems stupid, but for the first time in five months, you feel like you’re in danger.

Sam had a lot of weight on his shoulders when he died, and you’ve seen the damage vengeful spirits can do, to both inanimate objects and people.

Finally, when you come back to look at the photograph, you collapse on your bed, holding the paper close to the lamplight.

The silhouette of the face, the height, the description Mrs. Alderman gave you… it terrifies you. There’s no possible way Sam could be alive, or that his spirit could make it to Earth. From the time he was six months old, Sam was damned to hell and nothing he could do could alter it. Demons are probably getting a kick out of knowing he’s down there, battling it out with Lucifer for the rest of time. Tears sting your eyes, and with a glance at the clock you realize it’s time for your nightly ritual.

Slowly, like there’s a weight pulling you down, you rise from the bed and stumble into the kitchen. You pull a brand new bottle of whiskey off of the counter and wrench the top out.

“Miss you, Sammy.” You whisper, and then you tilt the bottle back and take a long, burning swallow.

You feel like you’re falling and you land on something cold and soft and wet. Your fingers tangle in what feels like long blades of grass, and when you open your eyes, the sky is white above you.

There’s a grunt, the THWACK! of a fist connecting with flesh and bone, and the sound of a body falling to the ground.

Turning your head to the source of the sound, you realize you’re in Stull Cemetery, lying not twenty feet from where Sam was standing over his brother, the fingers of one hand curled into a fist, the other hand holding Dean’s shirt with an iron grip.

Bobby’s lying a few feet away from you, his neck turned at an awkward angle. You remember now; Lucifer had snapped his neck before throwing you over the hood of the Impala, the force of your flight enough to stun you on impact.

“Bobby…” You reach out for him, touching his shoulder in a vain attempt to wake him, but he doesn’t move. You hear Sam’s fist connect with Dean’s face again, and Dean’s pleading with him to stop…

Lucifer lets Dean drop to the ground, blood flowing freely from his nose and several cuts across his face. He turns away from you, looking out beyond the tall, black gates of the cemetery. You crawl backwards behind a tall headstone, cowering as Lucifer forced Sam’s body to revolve, his back ramrod straight, eyes narrowed, searching for any living thing in a place of death.

“Y/N…” Lucifer calls your name, taunting you. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

Dean groans from his position on the ground and looks up at the imposing figure above him. “Don’t you dare hurt her!”

Lucifer stops, and from around the headstone you can see the hint of a smirk playing on Sam’s fine features. You hide your face as he turns, and you hear Dean shout in pain as his head snaps back, slamming against the side of the Impala hard enough to knock him out.

“Now…”

You cower in fear as Lucifer strides closer to where you’re hiding, his steps even and heavy on the damp earth, and fallen leaves crunch eerily under his boots.

“You can come out and give yourself up, by choice, or…” he stops a few feet away from the headstone, and you hear him take a deep breath, “you can make me come and get you myself. Cas is gone, Bobby’s gone, Dean’ll be out for a while, and Sam...” he scoffs, “Sam’s screaming in here, screaming your name…”

You whimper and cover your mouth, tucking your legs up underneath you. You hear Lucifer pacing away, and you sign in relief.

“I could let him out, you know?” Lucifer says. “I could let you hear the agony he’s in, let you know how bad he wants you to save him. Probably because he’s too weak to save himself.”

Those words make you feel rage over fear, and you stand up from your hiding spot, run around the headstone, and charge the devil.

“You bastard!” you scream, and you raise your fists as your body collides with Sam’s and you strike at his face, kicking and slapping at him even as he grabs hold of your wrists and holds you still. You’re forced to look into his face as he raises a hand to grip your throat, and those dark, glittering eyes are the last thing you see before he flicks his wrist, and your vision goes dark.

You jerk awake, still screaming and crying. Your body is drenched in sweat and there are tears streaming down your face.

“It was a dream,” you tell yourself. “It was just a dream, it wasn’t real…”

Sinking back against the twisted sheets, you feel the darkness return, that cold weight that presses you down into the mattress and stops you from moving.

Sam needed you in that cemetery. Lucifer had said so. Sam needed you and you hadn’t done jack to save him.

What kind of friend were you?

SIX MONTHS LATER...

You’re feeling good for the first time in a while, and when you get yet another sizable paycheck (you’ve been working extra shifts to avoid your apartment since Christmas), you take the opportunity to take a road trip and visit Dean, Lisa, and Ben at their new house. You stay for a weekend, reconnecting with Dean and poring over old memories of growing up with the Winchesters.

When you get back to the apartment on Monday afternoon, however, you have a bit of trouble parking.

Some asshole’s parked a shiny black Dodge Charger in your spot.

“Are you serious?!” You pull into the spot across from Asshole Number One and grab your bags. “What the hell is wrong with people...”

That night you take a long bubble bath to relax from the stress of travel. When you finally drain the water and slip on your brand new robe, you feel completely relaxed for the first time in months. Hell, you might even get more than five hours of sleep tonight. You towel your hair almost dry and toss the towel into a hamper before slipping on pajama shorts and a baggy shirt and pacing into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. You’re back in your bedroom when you get the scare of a lifetime.

Two large, strong arms wrap around you from behind, and one hand comes up to cover your mouth. You scream, but the sound is muffled and when you try to open your mouth to bite, you find that your jaw can barely move under the force.

Kicking wildly, you manage to land your heel just below your assailant’s knee, but their hold doesn’t loosen. You flail your arms above your head, searching out eyes to scratch or a nose to break. Your attacker pushes you towards the bed, and your legs go out from under you as they shove you down, hard enough to knock the air from your lungs. Gasping for air, your screams are half-silenced when they roll you onto your back, using their entire body to hold down your writhing form.

The gun, you think, get to the gun in the nightstand!

You manage to get your legs up and kick, hard. The person on top of you, now evidently male, grunts with pain and stumbles back as you crawl backwards on the bed, reaching for the only weapon in the room.

He’s back on top of you before you know it, dragging you underneath him and pinning you down. Again, he covers your mouth with his hand, muffling your groans and screams of fear.

No, no, please no…

Your lungs burn for oxygen, tears of fear streaming from your eyes and dripping down your face. You thrash around harder, hitting the body above you with fists that grow weaker with every second.

I’m gonna die… I’m gonna die tonight.

You let out one more gasping cry before you succumb to the darkness.

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fairy-writes · 4 years ago

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Hi there! You had so many good anime’s to pick a match up with it was really hard for me to choose😅 If it’s alright can I get BNHA, Bungo Stray Dogs and Jujutsu Kaisen matchup’s please🥺 I’m okay with one of them if you don’t want to do all three, sorry if the information is a bit NSFW, hopefully it’s nothing to bad for your liking👉🏻👈🏻

My pronouns are she/her, I’m 5”4 with a pale, (very, almost boney) slim frame. My hair comes just below my shoulders and is died red and purple (red roots, purple ends) with dark blue eyes. I’m a Slytherin through and through, INTP-T Personality type (apparently it’s rare, especially in women), and my zodiac is Pisces. I’m bi-sexual but always seems to be more attracted to guys more, don’t get me wrong, I love women, something about me just draws me to men more.

So, turns out, I’m a stoner, ahaha, don’t judge😌 though I don’t let it control my life, I still go to school, I’m quite the speedy little thing and I maintain my friendships while dealing with family drama on top. I’ve been playing netball for the past 13 years, even coaching my own team of under 7’s. My main hobbies include basically anything with my friends, I class them as my first family. We go out shopping, just on walks, down to the beach, drives around town. I would be entirely lost without my friends.

I like dogs, food, video games, books (mainly manga) playing music and watching tv. This excluding going out with friends and doing all that stuff. I’m not even going to list off the things I don’t like, I will just go on forever if I do.

In a relationship, I would need someone who can keep me on a tight leash. I have very bad anger issues, snapping at the littlest things. I’ll need someone who is not afraid to just pick me up and walk away if I’m being a little brat. Which I’m known for being. Having said that, I still like the domestic things in a relationship, grocery shopping, cleaning the house, cooking, but I still need spice, if you get what I mean. I would like someone who is a absolute goof and but on a sane level, someone who can make me laugh and cry with joy, someone who can understand my sarcasm, even join in on it. Also bickering, I will be the type of girl to get into an argument with you because you put the toilet paper on the holder wrong, or you disagree with me about a guys choice on a dating show.

Thank youuu and I wish you the best for the future❤️❤️

((Sorry if this is to much information))

Hello, my fellow Slytherin! This info was great! I’ll do my best, and I hope you like your matchups! I’m putting it under the “read more” just cause there’s a lot of info :)

My Hero Academia Matchup: I pair you with… Takami Keigo!

You are both rather busy bees but still, manage to make time for each other at the end of the day. I also feel like Keigo would be a Slytherin, so you guys could match (headcanon, you guys could wear Slytherin robes to Halloween parties). I don’t think the drugs would bug Keigo too much, but he ultimately wants you to be happy and healthy.

He would definitely be super interested in your netball team! You can bet he’ll try and show up to practices and such if his schedule allows it, and he would be your guys’ number one fans :) He really admires your ability to balance family drama, friends, relationships, and everything else in your life. His favorite ‘date’ to go on is dinner and then a sunset flight around the city or just a walk if you don’t feel like flying that particular day.

You guys would be around the same height! I’ve seen the general consensus that he would be around 5’4”, and he would absolutely try and use his wings to make himself look taller.

A way you guys could bond would be lazy days on days off, and it could be spent reading, playing video games, maybe even cooking if you trust him in the kitchen! I see a lot of people saying he would be really fidgety and wouldn’t be able to sit still, but I think different. His job needs him to sit still for long periods, and that would transfer to his day-to-day life as well.

He would definitely be able to “keep you on a tight leash,” as you stated above. He’s used to handling all types of situations, and he would be really good at diffusing situations while also cracking jokes and making you smile. One of the things he loves about you most is your smile, and he’ll do pretty much anything to see that smile light up your face!

Bungou Stray Dogs Matchup: I pair you with… Kunikida Doppo!

Ultimately he could help keep you in check, and you can help him loosen up! It would start small, you’d have a planned date, and then it might “accidentally” go out of whack into something more spontaneous and fun. It stresses him out at first, but as time goes on, you two get more and more used to the spontaneity, and he even starts to enjoy it a little :)

He greatly admires your ability to juggle multiple things at once, and honestly, his favorite time with you is to just go on a long walk in the park at sunset before the craziness of the day starts. Another thing he loves to do is just sit with you, and he reads, and you either read a manga or play a video game or just listen to music. (he’s partial to classical music, but I’m sure you’d help open his horizons).

He doesn’t have a great sense of humor; he struggles a little with telling jokes and making people laugh (intentionally at least), but being with you would also help him crack out of his shell and find his sense of humor.

On the other hand, I feel like he would be alright with just lifting you over his shoulder(s) almost in a fireman’s carry. If you started an argument with someone (maybe Dazai) for whatever reason, he would be perfectly fine with quite literally sweeping you off your feet and carrying you someplace to calm down.

He likes the domestic parts of your relationship; cooking dinner is a staple part of your relationship and a way you two bond after a long day. He’ll usually have the two of you switch off washing and drying dishes.

Overall it’s a learning experience and bonding experience for the two of you. But he would love you very much and couldn’t imagine life without you :)

Jujutsu Kaisen Matchup: I pair you with… Nanami Kento!

Ok, first off, he would try his damndest to keep you out of the world of Jujutsu Tech, and curses, and sorcerers. If you were a sorcerer already, he would strongly encourage you to retire or at least take less dangerous missions. If you were a civilian, he would not let you anywhere near his job (especially Gojo). He would tell you for sure and teach you the basics of handling a weapon if something happens or he can’t get there in time. But under no circumstances is he allowing you to throw yourself in harm’s way. He simply loves you too much to see you get hurt.

So you help him in other ways. If he comes home stressed, you are the one to give him a massage or have a hot meal waiting. If he’s injured, you learn very quickly how to bandage and stitch him up. You end up learning to do pretty much anything other than major surgeries or cleaning extensive wounds.

He’s not much of a goof (he leaves that to Gojo), but he has his own unique brand of humor and inside jokes shared between the two of you. He loves the domestics. It helps him relax and forget about the world of sorcerers for a little while. His favorite thing is to take a bath, and either you’re sitting by his side or sharing the tub with him and just relaxing and talking bout your day. He always asks you about your day and will listen to the little details no matter how meaningless.

I hope you liked your matchup lovely! Sorry, it took so long!

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goth-girlfriend · 4 years ago

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Heyy could I get a matchup please? I’m a pansexual non binary person excepting and loving to all, I have short black hair and I am 5’1. Tbh I’m more interested in the 1A boys but I do love all the pro hero’s and the villains too. I can be shy at first but once you get to know me I can be very chaotic and alt. I’m very open minded and understanding no matter what your situation is and I am very patient, I rarely get angry. I also do a lot of art from pairing to potter and photography, I love to try new things. I also love your work so much and I hope your doing well 💕

Thank you! 🥰 It means a lot! I hope your doing week in this time ☺️💙 sorry it took over a month 😅 but! I’ll make it up to you! And! The other four waiting....and the few in my inbox! Well! I hope you like it!

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✨Denki✨

Kaminari, you wouldn’t think five inches is enough for him to look down and bully you about your height. But...honestly? You couldn’t be mad at it considering it’s what made your friendship with the blonde bloom.

Then again, when you first met him you were kind of a wreck and didn’t have the guts to tell him, “I’m not an arm rest stop leaning on my shoulder.” Instead you let it be, fidgeting fingers and looking ahead until her smiled brightly at you, “SHORT FRIENDS ARE GREAT!” he looked down at you eyes closed, “I should keep you around more.”

Well, after that you were adopted by, THE BAKUSQUAD! Bakugo not really caring, but when Kirishima and Denki followed him around he always made sure to grab you and drag you with them, because “I WAS SCARED AND PANICKED! I DIDN’T WANNA BE ALONE!”

So, for the first and second week he treated you like a quiet kid, mostly starting conversation until you got into a comfortable groove, and he almost died seeing how you really turned out. YOU started to bully him, when he entered his short circuit, the jokes you made, but still, you took care of him making sure he didn’t get into trouble or hurt. At times you’d become a bit impulsive and your chaotic side came out.

“MOVE! IM GONNA DO IT!” You screamed “Y/n! NO! I LIKE YOU BETTER ALIVE!” He screamed. Silence, you moved your head, trying to pull back, but no luck, your eyes moved in panic looking at Denki, his own eyes wide before he started laughing. You tried to move your head regretting it instantly. Your right hand came up, forefinger and thumb pulling at your tongue that was now stuck to the pole you had made victim to your weird antics. “mm thuck.”

you have great goofy moments together, but the moment he hears Bakugo screaming and silence, and then he hears you screaming? Hah, no. All relations are canceled/expired/rejected/blocked/denied/gone. He likes being alive, and right now, you were a threat to his life, so “Oh, uh yeah I got a thing to do in the other ro-“ RUN

he’s more than great full to have you around, your patient with him when he just can’t do something but he’s determined to. Like the month he dragged you of the dorms every night, because “IM GOING TO GET THROUGH THIS HAUNTED HOUSE WITHOUT SCREAMING.” The haunted house opened the first of October, and ended on Halloween, it was terrible, at one point he passed out, another frothed at the mouth, his screams were priceless, he clung to you more than a few times crying about being scared. Decked a few jump scare people, and at least twice went into Pikachu self defense mode and electrocuted the groups of workers around the two of you at least twice. Honestly, you were surprised they let you both keep coming back. But the last day, he managed to only let out squeaks and squeeze your arm and hands but he did it. Thirty one long nights of walking the same halls, jump scares, and voids, mesmerizing the right way of the maze, you mad wit out fine, he was only slightly shook.

Art? Denki doesn’t get it, claimed he can’t draw to save his life and when you watched him try you believed him, BUT THE COMPLETE AND UTTER SHOCK WHEN YOU FOUND OUT HE WAS BASICALLY AN ART MAJOR WHEN HE SHORT CIRCUITED..... you started saving his drawings and sketches, and then you’d show him and he’d be impressed, but completely denies that he ever did it. “Nope, you got the wrong guy, you’ve seen me, I can’t draw a circle.” But he loves to watch you paint, and take photos, but don’t take him to wildlife sets with you. He will get hired of waiting for birds and throw himself on the grass and start sighing loudly and rolling around, “Nothings coming y/n!” “MAYBE IF YOU SHUT UP THE BIRDS WOULDNT FLY AWAY LIKE ITS THE END OF THE WORLD!” Silence, you can definitely feel him staring you, “Well that’s just rude.... you scared off the only bird that was actually here.” Pottery? He watched you, and he wanted to try, the first time he ended up slinging clay everywhere, second he can’t keep his hands still enough, the third time you took pity and ended up like the cheesiest movie scene, but, you were behind him guiding his hands, he became a flustered mess and crushed the almost pot when you spoke to him and he felt your breath on his shoulder. He was blushing and flustered and then started apologizing for ruining the pot... in the end you both together did make a lopsided pot, it now sits in your room, home to your shared black prince succulent. When you brought it home he made anyone who would listen come see his first pot and new child.

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“Y/n?” You heard knocking and groaned getting up off your bed to open your door.

“I brought someone else to meet prince...” the look you gave him was one of ‘Are you sERIOUS?’

You closed your door a bit to look at the digital clock that was hanging just above your desk, 1:37 in the morning...

“It couldn’t wait till sun up?” You asked eyes kinda squinty as the hall light started to flood into your room now that you opened the door wider to let whoever in.

“It’s important everyone knows my new son!” He stepped in and you moved and plopped onto your desk chair.

“Alright, but be careful, you bruised one of his petals last time.” You stretched and looked at your abandoned school work, you looked at it reading the question you had struggled on, and by some miracle, being half groggy and half awake, you read it and the answer came to you. You started to write it down before you forgot. And you were so proud of yourself, until you heard the feminine voice.

“Kaminari, you’re an idiot.” And then a slightly muffled laugh.

You didn’t have a problem with Jiro, in fact you liked her as a friend, she was nice, had good taste in music, bullied Denki with you sometimes, friendly and you’ve never seen her angry or get snobbish with anyone. She was laid back and cool.

But, one thing you didn’t like, was the fact she was slowly becoming the center of Denki’s flirting. Jealous? Nahh....well....no.... maybe a little? Nope, nah that’s not it.......okay yeah.

“Y/n Chan! Jiro is bullying me.” He came and shook you by your shoulders pulling you from staring at your school work.

You turned your head to look up at him. “What?” You asked.

“She called me an idiot.” He pouted and closed his eyes.

You laughed and dropped a hand onto his head, after he kneeled to plead you defend him, “Oh Denki, if you want me to disagree it’s gonna be a long night.”

He pouted at your words but sighed in defeat, until the next words came, “So (y/n), if Denki’s son is in your room does that make you the mother of his son?”

You looked at Jiro a faint blush tinting your cheeks as you registered what she said. You gave a few quiet laughs but before you could say anything Denki became a stuttering flustered mess. Catching both of you and pulling you both out of the conversation that almost started.

“Well! (Y/n)! Well go! A Princess does need her beauty sleep!” He winked at you as he left in a hurry, Jiro just quirked a brow before she told you good night and you returned it as she left. You yawned and got back into bed, before your phone buzzed and you cursed, but the blush on your cheeks wirsned at the flirty text you’d gotten from Denki, you’d think you’d gotten used to it already, but maybe the feelings you thought you’d pushed away never really left the surface.

‘Good night princess 😉 Don’t forget to dream about me 💛’

Cringe yes, but that’s literally the best flirting line he has. Apparently getting comfortable with Denki meant he was comfortable flirting with you 24/7, no hesitation. And you enjoyed the attention and flirted back with him, but things kinda changed when Jiro started to give him attention too.

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“Mornin’ babe,” you yawned at Denki’s greeting and gave a wave and small smile as you walked to a table and plopped down. You didn’t get much sleep, you finished your homework so now you had the weekend free, but what were you going to do? You stared at the empty table in front of you thinking about nothing, head empty, until Mina came and sat across from you, “So babe huh? Is it official!” She whisper screamed.

“Pfft, just about as official as me being All Might.” You had a small smile, small but genuine. “Boooooooo.” She pouted, “I have my own theories but I really want to tell you this one, soooo! Bakusquad girls day! But... just you and I. Get ready let’s go!”

So, after deciding you’d buy something to eat instead of cooking you got ready and then both you and Mina set off to talk theories and what’s really going on in her head. “So, I think he wants something serious but since you guys joke so much I think he thinks he’s in the friend zone and don’t even deny it I know you like him, I’ve seen the way you smile at all his stupid jokes even I don’t laugh at all of them and I try to be nice. Plus the way you loook a Jiro is enough to show your jealous but he doesn’t see that, I’m pretty sure he thinks you just don’t like her humor or something, but from what I’ve seen your good friends with her when Denki isn’t around so that lets me believe your jealous of his attention going to someone else. Soooo, what do you say? What do you think? And I think he’s trying with Jiro because you guys kinda have similar personalities and hair cuts? Well not really but you know? When your in love you call broccoli Midoriya and a grenade Bakugo but that’s a different story, so? What do you think?” You just stared at her, the takoyaki had with your toothpick just to far from your lips as you wondered if she was right. A shot smile pulled at your lips as you looked down and closed your eyes to let out a sigh, “Well, I won’t say your wrong, I’ve done lot of things but being in denial has never been one of them. I’m not going to confess or anything but I do have one question.” You looked at Mina through the corner of your eyes while your face was still pointed to the ground. “Yes!” She cheered and nodded looking at you with a big smile, “If this is about a plan I’ve got it all figured out so don’t worry!”

You shook your head and faced her completely, “Nope! Keep the plan well use it later but, if I do something about this Denki thing you have to so something about tape boy.” Mina became flustered at your words but nodded, “well, your first lady she smacked you back causing you to slightly choke on the Takoyaki you’d finally started to eat, after catching your breath and wondering around for a bit you both talked it out and it’s go time.

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The next morning you started the plan (titled by Mina) “Seducing Pikachu” Taking a deep breath you readied yourself to take your flirting next level, he called you babe you had to call him daddy, he gave you a hug you pulled his face down to peck his cheek, he draped an arm over your shoulders you had snuggle closer and hug his waist, he tried to tease you by taking your hand you can’t pull away, in stead you interlock fingers and squeeze, if he leaned into your ear to whisper something you can’t push him away. And we’re you ready? No, in fact you felt queasy, and like you had to bathroom, but with a shove from Mina you entered the kitchen and like usual “Good morning babe!” And the usual flirty wink, but this time instead of getting flustered or yawing you locked eye contact and with everything you had, “Mornin Daddy.” You smiled at him and walked to the fridge to try and occupy yourself. In the background you heard Mineta screaming about the name daddy. You looked at Denki with the same smile after grabbing a juice and he was flustered, red cheeks and it looked like his hair had fluffed up a bit. It’s working! You waved at him and walked to the common room and sat down on one edge and looked at the tv, it was playing some show about volleyball. Jiro came and sat across from you on the other sofa joining you and a few others in watching this show, right now, the only empty seats are the spot next to you on the love seat, or the two seats beside Jiro. He sat by you and was strangely quiet, oh gave him a smile when he turned to look a you, he smiled and looked at the tv, after an hour or two your hands began fiddling with the juice in your lap and you felt a tug at your hand, you felt Denki place his hand on yours usually you’d pull away and punch his shoulder, but this time. You didn’t take your eyes of the tv when your intertwined your fingers and squeezed his hand. You brought your other hand and squeezed his hand between both of yours and snuggled closer to his side and laid your head against his shoulder, he tensed a bit then relaxed quickly. He laid his head on yours and you eyed Mina real quick, you gave you a thumbs up and you motioned to Sero with your eyes and she stopped and pouted. After another hour you started to get up and pull away from Denki. You felt a hand pull at yours and you looked at Denki, “Where are you going?” You titled your head, “Gonna go buy lunch maybe.” He looked up at you still holding your hand, “Don’t leave me.” He said, “Come with me then.” You gave his arm a tug and without second thought he jumped up outside you were cool, but inside, you were going ballistic, inside you were nothing like usual, you were honestly so surprised that this plan was working, with your attention he didn’t even pay attention to Jiro,,,, were you really jealous?

Getting to a ramen place you both sat down and filled our sheets with your orders, casually sitting in silence your phone dinged, “So.... did he confess? Or do women really have to do all the work, 🙄, Sero didn’t understand what I meant until I- never mind, how’s it going?”

You smiled at the message and shook your head.

Denki being curious why you were smiling tried to peek, “Mina is trying to confess to Sero and she says he’s an idiot.” You smiled and turned to Denki explaining before he could see.

“Yeah, I didn’t wanna say anything sometimes Sero isn’t the smartest.”

You felt a smile pulling at your lips, “Yeah, I know someone else who is just the same.” You propped your elbows on the table and placed your chin on your palms. He did the same and pushed his cheeks so they looked chubby against his palms.

“Kaminari,” you called his name in a chirpy tune with a smile, he closed his eyes and smiled before he said your name in the same way.

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“How good are you at noticing small things?” I asked and tilted my head. “Hmmm, did you grow out your hair?” His head tilted, and he smiled.

“No? It’s been this short for a while.” I dropped my arms flat against the table palms up, “try again.”

“Yooouuuu,,,, are wearing contacts?” He asked. “I’m not blind.”

“Yoouuuuu.....are trying a different Boba?” “No... well yes, but not what I’m talking about......try one more time and I’ll give you a hint if you can’t guess.”

He nodded and squinted at me looking like he was concentrating hard.

“I know!” He took my hands in his and squeezed them, I felt my heart start to race, “You’re fingers are cold, the tips are turning reddish.”

I smiled and looked away and licked my top lip trying to not laugh, “That wasn’t it but a good guess.”

“Then what is it?” He asked pouting.

“Close your eyes.” I said and waved a hand, he nodded and then closed them, I placed my finger tips on the left side of his jaw and tried to pull him closer, after getting him halfway across the table I leaned forward and lightly pressed my lips against his cheek.

I pulled away, and moved my hand away from his jaw.

“I...so think you should try again, I didn’t get the hint.” He looked away with a bush slowly becoming prominent on his cheek.

I smiled and shook my head, silence fell over us as I shifted around, “Another hint huh?”

“Maybe just one... or two... or a few....” he still didn’t look at me hands now fiddling together.

“You know, for a flirt you sure do get nervous when someone actually makes a move on you.”

“Heh, yeah.” He was smiling but not looking at me, “Sooo, when?”

“Do you remember the day, you got sick and made me baby you for a whole week? It was that Thursday, you feel asleep on my chest, and I held you and had to pull the blanket off, I realized then, how much I cared about you, and how much I’m willing to do to make sure you’re okay. I realized how much I love your terrible jokes and cheesy pick up lines, your warm hugs and the face times late into the night, and the movie nights passing out at three in the morning and rushing to class when we woke up late. Holing your hand when you were scared, and bullying Bakugo, honestly, I wouldn’t wanna die at the hands of Bakugo with anyone else. I’m not saying I love you or anything, but if this is what falling for someone feels like...I don’t not like it, especially when it’s you.” I looked out the window we sat by and could feel his stare, I looked at him through the corner of my eye.

“I wouldn’t want to be murdered with anyone else.” He held his hand out and I tilted my head to look at him, I took placed my hand on his and he smiled, before he shifted his fingers and closed them around mine. I smiled and closed my fingers squeezing his hand.

“So? Are you going to ask?” He said.

I felt my brows furrow, “Ask?”

“Ask me to be your boyfriend.” His smile widened.

“You’re supposed to ask me!” I scolded and shook our hands.

He tucked his head between his shoulders, “okay okay, fine.... now you’re going to wait because you yelled at me.”

***

��Y/n!” I turned to look for the person who called my name, “yeah?” I asked and pulled my blanket tighter, the Christmas season was here and I was freezing on the sofa.

“Come look! The snows falling again! And the it’s pretty on the blossoms that are still around.”

“Fine.” I grumbled and stood up, I walked to the second floor windows and looked out. Sero, Denki, Kirishima and Bakugo were all outside, I could hear Katsuki screaming at them while the ran around dropping things on the floor.

They all stopped and moved away as Bakugo screamed at them and took off his gloves, it looked like he was grumbling something until Denki slung an arm I’ve this shoulders, Bakugo brought up his hand causing sparks and Denki to smile nervously before patting his shoulder and moving his arm off.

Mina tapped on the window and they looked at us, we waved when three of the four waved. Denki turned to Bakugo and with a simple blast a chain reaction started and lit up a circle, inside the circle were the words made in very sparse but still pretty blossoms, “will u be mine?” Your phone began to ring and you answered it.

“So, after two months of non official dating, will you be mine?”

You smiled, “Yes, Kaminari, yes.” You swallowed and over the phone you heard cheering and watched to em high five minus Bakugo who was pulling his gloves back on. That night, you spent under the blue keys you two piled high, his head on your chest, and you kissed his head running your fingers through his hair, “I love listening to your heart, it’s pretty, like you.” Your take his face in your hands and kiss his lips or forehead, and eventually would change spots, still cuddling to keep the warmth and love between you while the rest of the world was slipping into sleep or madness.

✨🤍🖤🤍🤍💙🤍🤍🖤🤍✨

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hvlfwygod · 4 years ago

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reoccurrence | patrick

It was the same, every single time. At least, that was what his mom said when she explained it to his brother, his dad, his doctor. She was wrong, though. They didn’t always start the same, they actually could be very different. Sometimes Patrick was at the store, sometimes in the family minivan, sometimes walking through some endless foggy forest. What was always the same was the ending. Always.

“What are you making?”

Patrick glanced up from his drawing as Dr. Wilson sat down beside him. He’d been coming to her office for weeks now, answering all kinds of pointless questions and drawing all kinds of pictures. She listened to him explain what each crayon-rendered monster meant, how often they showed up in his dreams, and his ranking on who were the scariest. Today was a new beast, some cross between a scorpion and an endless black hole; Patrick leaned back to show it off.

Dr. Wilson— she insisted he call her Samara— was patient, she listened, she suggested drawings he could revisit. He listened, too, though only halfway, usually too invested in his drawings. If she wanted him to give her all of his attention, he reasoned, she shouldn’t have put so many papers and supplies in front of him.

"This guy is cool,” Samara said, squinting at the monster. “Can I keep him?”

“It’s not done,” Patrick said, pulling the paper back to him and continuing to color in the shadows. “But later, sure.”

“Cool! Thank you. So where does he show up?”

“In... the desert,” Patrick replied.

“Mhm, and what does he do?”

Patrick hadn’t decided, yet, but he screwed up his face as if he was trying to remember. Samara shifted beside him and he heard a faint scribble of her pen. Then, she sighed and pulled out another drawing, one from two weeks ago.

“He kind of looks like this guy. Are you sure he’s a new monster?”

Slowly, Patrick lowered his crayon. “That looks different.”

“Or, Patrick, are you making up stories instead of telling me about your bad dreams?”

It was quiet for a long time, but for once, Patrick didn’t immediately resume his coloring. He sat there, stony and silent, waiting for the rest of the accusation to come.

“Patrick, you’re seven, you know better than to lie like this,” Samara said, her voice stern yet gentle. “I don’t mind you telling me... Whatever you need to, if it helps. I’d love to hear about all these creatures. But I’m starting to think you’re avoiding talking about the dreams that are giving you trouble.”

Patrick shrugged, not looking at her. “It’s dumb,” he pouted. “Nothing helps. You can’t change a dream.”

Samara sighed. “Not if you don’t try, kiddo. But I promise you don’t have to keep having this nightmare. I know you’re super tired, but we can figure this out. I love your creativity, I really do. But I need you to tell me what you’re actually dreaming, so we can get to the bottom of it. Okay?”

After another long silence, Patrick sighed and flipped his paper over to the blank side. He started drawing anew: pairs of eyes staring out through the darkness, and himself, staring back. “Okay.”

———

He was still pissed off. Patrick, just not high enough to not be frustrated, mentally cursed himself as sat before his latest painting. The oily darkness was finally starting to take on a certain depth, turning slowly back into the base he’d painted weeks earlier. If he closed his eyes, he could visualize the old image: a dilapidated house, the twinkling black lake, the almost perfect way he’d captured the radiating moonlight. But when he stared at what was in front of him, all he could think about was that this was technically his second time reaching this stage. All he could see was a hand-sized smear wreaking a diagonal ruin across the canvas.

It’d been a while since his confrontation with Koda, but the time had done nothing to dull the pangs of regret. Not for fighting with her, but for the collateral damage. Patrick couldn’t even bring himself to recreate his painting until now, and still he could barely get through it without feeling inordinately annoyed. Swallowing pills before this had done practically nothing. Reno’s words from Halloween rang in his head: your shit mood is sobering you up.

A sudden urge to chuck the frame across the room came over him. Idiot, he thought. Fucking moron. Before he fucked up his work yet again, though, Patrick stepped back from his paints and walked away. He stormed past strangers in the studio, eliciting a few complaints and sideways glances as his hand slammed against the door and stepped outside.

The afternoon sunlight was too harsh, still. Perhaps the only indication that he was actually high at all, he mused bitterly as he lit a cigarette. He inhaled, held it, and let it go, forcing himself to calm down. For a few minutes, it worked. His brain was quiet, just a low hum of empty thoughts and the rhythmic exhale of smoke.

But even out here, even high (though, he reminded himself, not quite enough), regret seeped back in.

It had been such a nice painting. Fuck. Why did Koda have to piss him off? He couldn’t believe he’d left it with her, too, or let himself think that she’d take his side. The fight started to replay in his mind, like a bad movie to which he already knew the ending, but couldn’t stop watching. The worst part was that no matter how angry he was at his sister, the world, even Tai (because this wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t jumped Patrick in the first place) he was much more pissed at himself.

Newly aggravated, Patrick killed his cigarette and then dropped it to the ground as he walked back inside. He was ready to give up, write today off, come back to this cursed project another day. But as soon as he saw his unfinished painting again, as if to spite himself, he felt compelled to keep going.

Slowly, he sat down in front of the easel and started to paint. Slowly, the house rematerialized, the shores of the lake took shape once again. Slowly, the image he’d lost crept back into existence.

Patrick worked straight through the sunset, only stopping when fatigue started to weigh his hand and caused his brush to droop between his fingers. He sat back and studied the picture, feeling strangely tilted and dizzy, then checked his phone. Patrick blinked at the hour on the screen, much later than he expected. “Damn,” he mumbled; it was the first word he’d said in hours.

Patrick looked once again at the painting. He had to admit that he was pleased, if only a little. It wasn’t the original, but he’d managed to get close. Except, peeking out from the edge of a small cluster of sinister looking trees, Patrick noticed something new. A pocket of negative space was there, glaring and distracting. Acting on another whim, he picked up his brush again started filling in the details.

When he sat up after a few long minutes, two eyes stared back at him from the emptiness. A snout was just beginning to take shape, as if the dog was walking out from an engulfing darkness.

———

He woke up with a start, but this time, it wasn’t out of fear. No, Patrick was excited, triumphant. He threw his covers off and scrambled out of bed, disregarding that the sun had just barely started to break over the horizon.

“Mom!” he shouted, pushing her door aside as he walked into her room. She stirred in her sleep but didn’t immediately wake up, so Patrick grabbed her arm and shook. “Mooooom!”

“Patrick, shh, it’s...” she lifted her head and blinked as she checked the time, “not even six, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing! I did it. I changed the—”

“What’s going on?” his dad asked, pushing himself up in the bed beside his mom.

“I changed the dream,” Patrick said, looking to him. “I made it stop, I changed it. They looked completely different.”

“Oh.” His mother’s eyes widened. “That’s great, sweetie."

Patrick preened. “All the wolves got scared of me and started running. All the things started to...” He struggled to remember all the details. “They went away.”

“That’s awesome, kid,” his dad added in. “I’ll make breakfast to celebrate.”

Patrick nodded vigorously, never one to turn down his dad’s pancakes. Before he could follow him out of the room, though, his mom took his hand.

“Sweetheart, can you tell me more about this dream?” she asked.

“It was the same as always,” he told her with a shrug. “But I changed it. It was like I was awake and in charge of everything.”

“Okay.” She nodded. “And what did it change to? Did you notice anything? Anyone?”

Patrick frowned as he thought about it. “... Maybe?” If he thought too hard about it more of the dream started to turn into fog. “I think maybe someone was standing next to me.” His mother pressed her lips together, and he wasn’t sure what for. Patrick tilted his head. “Why?”

After a pause, she squeezed his hand. “I’m sure Dr. Wilson will want to know whatever you can remember. But I’m really proud of you, Patrick. Do you think you can do it again?”

“Yes,” he said automatically. He couldn’t explain it, but this felt huge. Like he jumped over some insurmountable hurdle and didn’t have to look back. “It was so cool, Mom. I’ll never have a nightmare again.”

———

As soon as he fell asleep, Patrick started to wander. He left his own dream behind and went looking for his target for the night. It had been long enough since his strange, bitter standoff with Graves, and he figured by now the element of surprise would be on his side. All that was left for him to do was find the son of Hermes.

He was struggling, though. Which was odd. It wasn’t because of who he was going after, though. The more familiar he became with New Athens the faster he could locate anyone, even someone he’d never interacted with in dreams before. The problem he was having was not with seeking Graves out, but the strange, stilted quality to his dreaming. It was like he was tripping in his sleep.

Maybe he’d taken too much after all. Reno hadn’t warned him to slow down, but Patrick had noticed the slightly prolonged looks before they went to bed.

After leaving the studio, he went straight to his friend’s apartment, which always was followed by some sort of mind altering substance. Combined with his earlier indulgences it was, perhaps, a bit overboard. He was honestly surprised he’d managed to sleep at all. But the fact that he had drifted off was proof enough that he wasn’t too fucked up to do this. He wasn’t going to put this off another night. Patrick felt almost sluggish, but he pushed through, and eventually, found Graves.

He stepped into the man’s dream, sliding through a brief fog and appearing outside a small shop. Peeking through the window revealed a room filled with weird oddities and trinkets. Candles covered nearly every surface, the spaces in between filled with crystals, figures, all assortment of magical items. Graves was sitting at a table, sitting over a spread of cards. It reminded him of the kind of place Cleo would like to visit. Patrick was hit with a sudden, angry flare of jealousy. He wanted to tear this stupid building apart.

Patrick reached for the door handle, but his arm was slow to react. It was like he was moving through molasses, or something was weighing down his limbs.

Sneering, he decided to stay where he was, stay hidden. From a distance, he willed the cards to flip over on the table, the candles to go out, the twinkling items to all clatter to the floor.

But nothing happened.

And then, a sharp pain exploded in Patrick’s skull.

The entire dream seemed to go dark for a moment, and it felt like he was falling. Then, he was back, landing as if he’d just entered the dream for the first time.

“What the fuck?” He felt as though he were about to pass out, in a strange, dream-logic sort of manner. Darkness crept in a little closer around the edges. But if anything happened, Graves hadn’t seemed to notice. This needled Patrick more than anything else. With effort, he pressed his hands against the side of the building and imagined the floorboards underneath Graves trembling.

Again, nothing happened and again, his head seemed to split open. “Come on,” he mumbled through his teeth. Nothing, nothing, more nothing, then clouds he didn’t conjure rolled in, and rain soaked him to the bone in a matter of seconds, and Patrick could do nothing to change it. He stared angrily at the ground, buzzing with confusion. Did Graves know he was here? Were one of his siblings fighting him back? Patrick banged on the window and his target didn’t even look up.

He blinked, and then Graves was gone, and then the building was gone, and Patrick’s stomach flipped as he fell painfully out of the dream and back into his own. It was still raining, as if the storm had followed him.

Patrick was standing all alone. It was how it always ended, with everything going sideways and a countless array of eyes glaring through the darkness, right at him.

“No,” Patrick almost laughed, shaking his head. “No fucking way.” He waved his hand, pushed the nightmare aside. But again, again, nothing happened.

Fear rolled down his spine like a cold sweat. He willed the dream to change again, and again, and again, but it was useless. All he had was the low hum of growls, a unspoken promise of everything going wrong, wrong, wrong. And the stares, glowing and malicious. Impossibly twisted canine features inching closer and closer. Patrick whirled around, refusing to accept that he couldn’t escape, but they were behind him, too, and up above, and the ground wouldn’t let him move, and they were all about to jump—

He woke up with such a jolt that his head banged against the wall behind him. Patrick cursed and curled in on himself. Pain pounded through his skull, in time with his racing heart. He’d been loud enough to wake Reno, who leapt out of sleep beside him and was halfway to standing in a matter of seconds.

“What happened?”

It was like he was a kid all over again. When was the last time he hadn’t been able to just brush that shit aside? Patrick looked over to his friend and flinched. Reno’s eyes glowed in the dark. Ice cold panic gripped Patrick’s stomach before he remembered that it was normal, Reno’s eyes were just like that and he was awake.

Patrick pressed his palms to his head. “Nothing,” he mumbled. “Bad dream.”

“Hm.” The tone of this response was almost enough to tip Patrick into a rage, but he was too shaken to commit to the emotion. Instead, embarrassment rolled over him. It was such a stupid, simple, not-at-all scary dream. But he was sucking in each breath as if he’d genuinely been in danger. When he closed his eyes, Patrick saw the wolf in his painting. A little invader in his waking world.

“Water?” Reno asked. Patrick didn’t respond, but he nodded once. He waited until he heard his steps retreating before lowering himself onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. His vision swam, a combination of fear and the drugs still wandering through his system. What had happened? It was like his abilities had completely turned off. A part of Patrick wanted to stubbornly throw himself back into sleep, but a much bigger part was worried that his powers wouldn’t work again. That he’d stare down those endless eyes again.

In the end, he couldn’t do it. Reno returned with water, said he was going to stay up, then wandered off. Patrick followed suit, though he didn’t Reno to some other part of the apartment. Instead, he moved to sit by the nearest window and, like the endless pre-dawn mornings of his childhood, waited for the sun to rise, to banish all his fear.

#sp: patrick #patrick #reoccurrence

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sassyduckqueen · 5 years ago

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30 Days of Lukanette- Faded Ink

Damn this was fun to write. Anyway, that's my version of Time Tagger. Hope you like it :D Oh also as a head cannon, I decided Bunnyx has tattoos

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Viperion hummed to himself as he played his lyre. He was sat on the rooftops of Paris, playing the soft music because he was unable to sleep again. The nightmare he had about Cat Noir and his team had turned into a reoccurring one. Every sleeping moment, his mind was plagued with Ladybug's dead expression and those steel blue eyes. He knew she was out on patrol tonight so he had sent her a message, saying they needed to talk and then settled himself here, playing his lyre to help calm himself down. He didn't understand the nightmare. He knew dreams are the mind's way of processing things but other then the slight Lila incident, things had been good. He had gone to the Halloween Party with Marinette. He had dressed as a vampire and she had dressed a witch. Adrien and Kagami were there and had happily greeted them, even commenting how cute they looked together. Alya had gone as a sly fox, which had made him laugh and Nino had dressed up as Viperion. It was a cheap outfit from a halloween store but Luka felt honored. Not that he told Nino that. Rose had dressed up as a bee and had convinced Juleka to dress up as a dark rose. The two of them stuck together for the whole night. Viperion felt a smile come onto his lips as he remembered slow dancing with Marinette but a flash of light and the corpse of Ladybug scrolled across his memory, forcing him to close his eyes and shake his head. The sound of someone landing on the roof caught his attention and he opened his eyes, seeing Ladybug standing there, alive and well. He got up and hugged her, causing her to hug back.

"Viper, what's wrong? You're shaking like a leaf," She gasped, cupping his face. She frowned as she had never seen him look so bad before. He looked drained, tired and pale. She gently pushed his hair from his eyes. "Have you had a relapse?"

"N-no..." He muttered before sitting down. She sat next to him but he remained quiet.

"Then what is it? Your message seemed very urgent," She mumbled, placing her hand on his back. He looked at her and suddenly felt silly. Like he was making a big deal of nothing. "Viper, you can tell me anything. You know that, right?"

He nodded and moved so he could link hands with her.

"I've been having trouble sleeping recently," He muttered, making her frown. He looked down as he played with her hand. "To be exact, I have been waking up every night in a cold sweat and that's on a good night. On the bad nights, I literally wake up screaming or crying,"

"You've been having night terrors?" She asked, confused. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I didn't want to worry you and it's only started in the last week," He replied. "I thought it would go away but it's getting more and more. I close my eyes and I see..."

"See what?" She asked.

"It's the same dream, Bug," He muttered, making her frown. "It always starts the same. I'm holding you and sobbing because... because you're dead, bug... you're dead in my arms and I failed to save you,"

"Viper..."

"But you're not the only one. Ryuko and Bunnyx are dead as well and I'm the only one who's alive at that moment then I transform back and he comes over. God, his eyes terrify me. He's so much colder then the ice that surrounds us...."

"Who is?" She asked as tears slid down his face. "Viper, who is it?"

"I-It's C-Cat but he looks w-wrong..." He muttered, tears rolling down his cheeks. "H-he isn't himself. His eyes aren't green and his outfit isn't black. He's not our black cat anymore. He's a cursed white cat. His eyes are blue and colder then ice... and he killed everyone.... I think he kills me at the end because he points at me and there's this bright white light then I wake up..."

He was curled up on himself as he cried. Ladybug wrapped her arms around him and stroked his hair.

"Sshh, it's ok. It's just a bad dream...." She whispered, hugging him. He gently pulled away.

"I'm n-not sure it is," He muttered. "For one, there was a hero there, whom I've never met but I knew her name. I knew her and I told Sass about it when it first occurred. He told me that on rare occasions, the holders of the snake miraculous could develop a second power that's a sort of side effect to the Second Chance power and that is actually happened once before. He said it was centuries ago but one of his holders developed Premonitions. He could see a rough outline of what was going to happen before it happened..."

She frowned softly as she looked at him.

"It felt so real, Bug and it terrifies me to think... dream or not... that you-"

"Ssh, I'm not going to die," She smiled softly, cupping his face. "If it is real, we will find a way to save Cat,"

He didn't say anything, just moved so he was resting his head against her collarbone. She linked her fingers with his as they just sat there, enjoying the moment.

"I hope it's just a bad dream," He whispered.

"Me too,"

(***)

"The name's Marinette... I bake Shucets... um... I love drawing and sewing blankets?" Marinette asked as she attempted to rap. Luka smiled at her encouragingly.

"Come on, come on," Alya grinned as the game ended, making them all laugh.

"I'm so bad at this game," She laughed. "You want a go, Luka?"

"Nah, I'm good," He smiled as Chris, Nino's little brother, walked over and sat down, looking sad. "You ok?"

"What's up? You don't want to play with my sisters anymore?" Alya asked, as Luka poked Marinette softly in the cheek, causing her to swat his hand away as he grinned cheekily.

"I'm not a baby anymore," Chris whined before looking at the three of them. "Can I play freestyle crash 2 with you?"

"Come on, Chris. It's a game for big kids. You know that," Marinette replied, making Chris frown and fold his arms in annoyance.

"That's what you always say," He huffed but before Marinette could reply, both her and Luka noticed a plane shaped flock of pigeons flying towards the musem.

"Great," Luka muttered.

"Ur... again!" She gasped as they both got up. "Alya, can you handle these three on your own? I just remembered I promised my dad I'd try out his new Macron reciept!"

"Sorry, I have to go too," Luka gasped. "I said I'd help Rose with a new song and I have a shift later on that I need to get ready for,"

"Hmm sounds yummy. Maybe we could all come over with you and try it out if that's ok?" Alya suggested.

"Um my dad gets all weird and shy and-" She gasped but Alya looked from Luka to Marinette and grinned.

"Sure," She grinned. "Have fun, you two and don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

"Alya!" Marinette gasped before they both speed walked out of the park and hid behind a pillar before looking at Luka. "Maybe it would be easier just to tell her?"

"Well, she said she didn't want to know," He replied as Sass and Tikki flew up.

"That reciept excuse wasn't your best one yet,"

"A song and a shift really?"

"Hey, we're both running out of excuses," Luka pointed out. "Sass, scales slither!"

"We've needed so many this week," Marinette sighed as he transformed. "Tikki, Spots on!"

As soon as she transformed, the two heroes made their way across the rooftops. They landed in front of the musem where Cat Noir and Ryuko already were, looking serious unamused as Mr Pigeon made a threat, demanding Ladybug and Cat Noir hand over their miraculouses.

"No need to brief you two on this one, right?" Cat sighed.

"How much times has he been akumatized this week?" Viperion asked.

"23," Ryuko sighed. "Shall we get this over and done with?"

"Yep. Lucky charm," Ladybug replied, summoning her charm. "Think we'll need second chance?"

"Unlikely," Viperion replied.

"Ok," Cat Noir replied, holding out his hand. "Cataclysm,"

The four of them ran into battle, easily defeating Mr Pigeon. He tried his best to put up a struggle but in the end, they defeated him. Ladybug caught the akuma and purified it.

"Bye, bye, Little Butterfly," She muttered, freeing it as Mr Pigeon turned back into Mr Ramier, who looked around confused.

"Please don't tell me it happened again," He sighed as they helped him up.

"It's ok, Mr Ramier," Ladybug muttered. "We're always here to bring you back to the good side,"

"Hmm," He frowned before seeing the ice cream stand. "Can I buy you four ice cream to make up for it?"

Cat Noir looked at his ring and shrugged.

"Since we keep getting better at this, we have a few minutes before we transform," He stated.

"And me and Snake boy haven't used our powers yet," Ryuko pointed out, getting a nod of Viperion.

"Dragon girl's right,"

"Hm... why not?" Ladybug smiled. They followed Mr Ramier to the stand.

"Five ice creams, please," He smiled. Andre picked out perfect favors for all them as Mr Ramier paid before they all sat down and began to eat the ice cream. "I'm really sorry. I just can't help it. Whenever something happens to my beloved pigeons, it breaks my heart and then-"

"Hawkmoth akumatizes you again,"

"Yeah, we know,"

"There must be so way to stop this from happening again," Ladybug sighed as Viperion finished his ice cream. The sound of beeping made both her and Cat frown before the four heroes got up.

"We need to get going," Cat smiled.

"Thanks for the ice cream, Mr Ramier," Ladybug nodded.

"You're welcome," Mr Ramier smiled as the four heroes walked away. The four of them did their fist bump and went to head off but suddenly a green portal appeared and a young man who resembled a rapper jumped out of it.

"Yo! I'm Time Tagger from the future, man. I criss-cross time with a spray paint can," He rapped, moving his hand to his beat. Viperion rose an eyebrow. "Looks like your time's up at last cause I'm send you way back to the past!"

He pointed his spray paint gun and fired it on the ground, creating a stamp before firing at Mr Ramier, who disappeared into a portal. A few seconds later, a huge statue appeared in the middle of the square.

"Viperion," Ladybug stated, causing him to nod as Cat read what the statue said.

"Second Chance," He stated as he pushed the head of the snake back. The akumatized rapper began to shoot his time stamp all over the place.

"Only one minute left," Ladybug stated.

"No time to lose," Cat agreed, charging at him and slamming his baton towards the villain, only for him to disappear. Viperion frowned to himself.

"Ladybug and Cat Noir, now you're stuck. If you wanna catch me then ha... good luck," He rapped before shooting at Ryuko, who disappeared. Viperion pushed the head back off the snake, resetting the moment.

"Only one minute left," Ladybug stated.

"No time to lose," Cat agreed, charging at him and slamming his baton towards the villain, only for him to disappear. Viperion frowned to himself.

"Ladybug and Cat Noir, now you're stuck. If you wanna catch me then ha... good luck," He rapped but before he could shoot at Ryuko, Viperion threw his lyre at him, knocking him back at little. "Not cool, man!"

He suddenly disappeared and then suddenly, Viperion found himself in a completely different Paris with people staring at him. Judging by the way they were dressed, it was Paris but in the 1800s.

"Damn it," He replied before pushing the head back.

"Only one minute left," Ladybug stated.

"No time to lose," Cat agreed, charging at him and slamming his baton towards the villain, only for him to disappear. Viperion frowned to himself.

"Ladybug and Cat Noir, now you're stuck. If you wanna catch me then ha... good luck," He rapped but this time, Viperion threw his lyre but as it hit him, he turned to Ryuko.

"Ryuko! Now!"

"Lightening dragon!" She shouted, turning into the element as Cat Noir and Ladybug jumped at him. Viperion grabbed his lyre as the boy disappeared before dodge rolling out of the way when he fired at him. The fire hit a woman and send her back in time, changing the billboard next to her.

"Less then one minute left," Cat gasped as Time Tagger disappeared again.

"All I have to do is go back in time to escape with a laugh and rapid rhyme," He rapped as he reappeared.

"He's going back in time," Viperion stated as Ladybug and Cat Noir tried to capture him but fell as he disappeared. He helped her up while Ryuko helped up Cat. "We can't land a hit on him and unlike him, you two are almost out of time,"

"Then we need to get some back," Ladybug stated, running towards Time Tagger with the others. He disappeared but they kept running and headed into the museum. Ladybug rushed off into the girl's bathroom with Ryuko and Cat headed into the boys' with Viperion. He locked himself in a stall as a green light appeared.

"You should recharge Sass too," He stated from the stall.

"Good thinking," Viperion agreed. "Sass, Scales rest,"

He caught the little snake and fed him some food.

"So he's from the future," Luka stated.

"Seems to be," Adrien replied. "Looks like me and Ladybug are still a team but he didn't mention you,"

"True but the goal is never about getting mine or Ryuko's miraculous," He replied before looking at Sass. "You ready?"

"Yesss,"

"Alright. Sass! Scales Slither!"

"Plagg! Claws Out!" Cat came out of the stall and the two heroes exited as Ryuko and Ladybug joined them before the four of them ran towards the exit again, only to be knocked down by Alix. Viperion landed on top of Ladybug but held himself up so he wouldn't crush her.

"You ok?" He asked as they got up before looking at Alex. She looked at them in surprise and glee as Cat dusted himself down.

"Crazy!" She declared. "So the message was for real,"

"What message?" Ladybug asked as she pulled out her silver pocket watch and helped it up to the heroes.

"This watch has been in my family forever and it's never chimed until today!" She gasped, excitedly, holding out the watch. "And there was a message for you, Ladybug!"

"Huh?" Ladybug gasped as she took the watch and opened it.

"Nice work, Mini bug. You're right on time," A voice from the watch said, causing everyone to stare at it. "Now dig as deep as you can into the past and you will find the rabbit burrow,"

"Dig deep into the past?" Ladybug questioned, thinking. "Any ideas?"

"Not right now," Viperion admitted.

"Did you also inherit a shovel to go with your watch by any chance?" Cat joked but everyone just glared at him, especially Alix. "Um... shovel... you know for all that deep digging,"

"Of course!" Ladybug gasped. "What's the oldest exhibit in the museum?"

"The Egyptian Collection," Alix replied, proudly. "My old man says some of it dates back more then 5000 years,"

"Then that's where we need to go!" Ladybug declared. "Alix, lead the way,"

"Alright!" She grinned, skating off. The heroes followed her and came to the collection. Ladybug started to knock around the stuff before she found an obelisk that sounded hallowed. Cat Noir rushed over and used his power, destroying it and revealing a woman dressed in a bunny themed outfit. Viperion stumbled back in fear and shock, knocking into a vase and causing it to break, making Ladybug to look over at him as the bunny girl yawned.

"Mini bug! Kitty! Dragon girl! Mini snake! I knew you'd solve my riddle!" She gasped, jumping down. "A basic security measure in case the watch got stolen. Oh, mini snake, you look pale. The dreams have started, haven't they?"

"Dreams?" Cat asked, looking at him as she studied at him.

"Hmm... you've only been having them for a week," She muttered.

"I... yes..." He frowned, causing the others to frown. "I've been having night terrors-"

"They're not night terrors. They're premonitions of something that's going to happen and I'm sorry, mini snake but you'll have to live through it to solve it," She frowned, patting his back.

"Can you not help us?"

"I can't. I'm sorry but my time line is a bit messed up. I'm from the future you see. I've already lived through that event and I know how it goes down but if I help you here and now with it, then that timeline won't happen," She explained, placing her hand on his shoulder. "So let's focus on this mission. I need to do something very important!"

With that, she rushed off and they followed her before coming to the bathroom.

"Excuse me," She disappeared inside as Viperion leaned against the wall. Ryuko leaned next to him as Cat Noir frowned and Ladybug paced.

"So nightmares hm?" She asked.

"I don't want to talk about it, Drake," He muttered, making her frown as Alix comes over.

"Sometimes I get nightmares and so I talk to my dad about them. He thinks I'm nuts but the point is it helps to talk about them," She smiled, making him smile a little. "So what are they about?"

"Everyone dying," He sighed, making them both frown. "I see Cat but he isn't himself-"

"Is... Is he white with blue eyes?" Alix asked suddenly, causing him and Cat to frown.

"Yeah. How did you know that?"

"And everyone is dead and it's Paris but it's all cold and icy," She continues, making him frown. "I've had that dream every night for about a week. In the dream, I see her,"

She points to the toilet, causing Ladybug to stop pacing and listen.

"And you guys are fighting Cat Noir but he's not the Cat everyone know and then Ladybug gets hit and you're holding her, sobbing then Bunnyx gets hit by this bright light and I wake up, screaming in bed... I just thought they were dreams but-"

"They're not," He replied, frowning. "But why are you getting them too?"

"Well, rest assured guys," Cat grinned. "I'm not gonna go evil,"

"That will because of me and Cat, you won't be able to help it," Bunnyx replied, coming out of the bathroom. "Allow me to explain how I got in that obelisk. This will also help you understand why you're getting those dreams. My name is Bunnyx. In the future, I'm a member of Ladybug and Cat Noir's team of superheroes. Well, the Ladybug and Cat Noir that you're gonna become cause you're more like mini bug and kitty noir right now. Don't worry, mini snake and dragon girl. You're still a major part of the team. Anyway, within the team, I am the hero of the last chance, not to be confused with mini snake's power of second chance. I'm called upon when everyone else has failed, that includes you four,"

"Hey, we just got you out of the stone, didn't we?" Cat pointed out. "Which means you must of failed too,"

"Yes... well, no... it was actually your fault or more precisely, it will be," She replied, causing Cat to shrug. "In the future, one of your cataclysms will accidentally damage my miraculous. That's how Time Tagger will send me to ancient Egypt and get me stuck in stone,"

She handed her broken miraculous to Ladybug, who frowned.

"Wait... then how are we gonna do that without the rabbit miraculous?" Ladybug asked, looking up at Bunnyx. She turned to Alix.

"Do you have the watch?" She asked.

"My watch?"

"Yes. My watch, our watch," Bunnyx replied, causing Alix to take it out. She looked at it before slowly giving to Bunnyx. She hestiated, looking at her before getting a nod off the superhero. She placed it in her hand and instantly the watch transformed into the rabbit miraculous.

"So this was a miraculous?"

"In camouflage mode," Ladybug gasped.

"Fluff, counter clockwise," Bunnyx declared, turning into an adult version of Alix as everyone looked on in shock.

"But you are-" Alix gasped as the rabbit kwami bounced around them.

"So mini me. You get it now," She grinned. "You're me and I'm you. Well, more precisely, I'm you when you grow up but that's why you've been getting those dreams. They're premonitions of an event that's to come and a side effect from miraculous that deal with time. That's why you've been getting them too, Mini snake. Of course, yours are lot stronger then ours. Our power is only to create portals through time. Yours is resetting time and as you know, you're the only person who remembers what happened. That's why mini me dreams that vision as if she is watching the event where as your dreams... I would guess they're in first person,"

"Wow! I can't believe how cool I'm gonna be when I'm older!" Alix grinned, clearly excited. Ladybug frowned as she tried to wrap her head around this.

"But wait... none of this makes sense... I never gave you... I mean her... I mean I never gave either of you the miraculous,"

"You haven't given it to us yet, mini bug cause you haven't yet realized how awesome I really am," She grinned as Fluff appeared on her shoulder. "But don't worry. You will one day,"

"I'm gonna get a miraculous! So cool!" Alix declared, making Ladybug smile as Bunnyx looked over at Fluff.

"Fluff, snack time," She smiled, holding out a carrot. "You have to recharge your batteries,"

The little rabbit ate it in a second.

"Was that breakfast or dinner? What time will it be yesterday?" She asked, spinning upside down. "Is it tomorrow already? When it'll be the day after tomorrow, it will be yesterday again,"

"That miraculous seems so powerful," Cat pointed out. "How comes we don't use it more often?"

"Because travelling through time is very dangerous," She replied. "Interfering with events can have serious consequences,"

A small beeping noise got Cat's attention.

"Oops. Time for me to feed my kwami too," He grinned, rushing off.

"I don't understand," Ladybug pointed out. "If you're from the future then you've gotta know how this all ends. You're younger self has seen it with her own eyes, which means you obviously know how to defeat Time Tagger,"

"Actually, I've been in stone for so long I barely remember but I think the logical thing to do would be to take Time Tagger back to the future where he can be defeated by heroes his own size. I'll take care of this!"

"Awesome!"

"One thing I remember for sure is," She muttered, pulling a thinking face. "Mini me has to be there when I defeat time tagger. If she's still in my memory then she must play an vital role,"

"Good, I wasn't planning on sitting on the bench this time!" Alix declared as future Alix took held out the watch.

"Fluff! Clockwise!" She shouted out, causing Fluff to get sucked into the miraculous. She swiped her hand over her eyes, creating her mask then spun round and held her left hand. A blue glow slid across it, revealing her costume. She span round, creating the costume as she did. She put the watch in a pocket then pulled ears from her hair before holding out her left hand. A spinning ray of blue light appeared and transformed into the umbrella before she grabbed it and swiped it around. She opened it and striked a pose, finishing the transformation as Cat returned. The six of them ran as fast as they could towards the exit but not before Cat Noir stopped.

"Ur guys you should take a look at this now!" He gasped, pointing to the artifacts. They all ran over and gasped.

"Jagged?!" Viperion gasped as he saw him on a banner.

"Time Tagger must have sent him back in time,"

"Not just him. That's Nadja Chamack! Andre Glacier! Mayor Bourgeois!" Alix gasped as artifacts around them changed. Ladybug frowned deeply.

"He's destroying our present by rewriting the past," Viperion stated.

"Bunnyx, since the future me hasn't been able to stop Time Tagger coming here, I must not be that powerful," Ladybug frowned, causing Bunnyx to gasp in shock.

"Are you kidding? You're... I mean you will be an awesome team leader, the great superhero ever!" She gasped, holding onto her shoulders.

"Then how do you explain Time Tagger?" Ladybug frowned.

"I told you earlier. If Cat Noir hadn't cataclysm-ed my miraculous, Time Tagger wouldn't be here," She explained, looking at her. "In the future, you've defeated Doctor Sadness, the Ecliptic invaders, Pain and Tears the Twin Queens of the Inter-dimension and Nobestia, the evil sister of Megestia so believe me, you're not gonna be intidated by time tagger," She grinned. "Oh and I even forgot Monsieur Rat,"

"Monsieur Rat?" Ladybug questioned.

"You can always count on Ladybug!" Bunnyx grinned. "With her around, there's always a solution,"

"How will I ever get to be like that?" She mumbled, looking down.

"By growing up, Mini Bug," Bunnyx reassured as Cat Noir walked over.

"Tell me, Bunnyx... are me and Ruyko still romantically attatched?" He asked, grinning.

"Cat!" Ladybug scorned as Viperion shook his head and Ruyko shook her head. Bunnyx laughed.

"Spoilers but I can tell you that you're both happy with your choices," She winked. "Let's get going!"

The heroes all headed out and came to a stop, as Bunnyx frowned.

"Looks like Time Tagger's been busy," Ryuko pointed out.

"He's had enough time to spin a giant time web around us," Bunnyx frowned.

"Meaning he can attack us from anywhere?" Cat asked.

"More like from any time," Bunnyx replied as Time Tagger appeared.

"Give me your miraclous, don't make me ask. It's pretty clear you're not up to the task," He rapped, causing them to roll their eyes. "When I bring them to Hawkmoth's door, Ladybug and Cat girl will be no more,"

Cat took out his baton and spun it as Viperion went to push the head of the snake but Bunnyx stopped both of them.

"Stay where you are. I'll deal with him and take him back to the future you," She stated. "It means nothing must happen to you in the mean time,"

"Don't you want a reset?" Viperion asked but she shook her head.

"I can return back from any point in time," She grinned before grabbing her younger self. "But first,"

She jumped over to the ice cream stand and placed Alix down there before summoning her power. She jumped through a white orb and came on of another before she and Time Tagger continuously fought as the heroes watched on.

"She doesn't need to transform back before she uses her power again," Cat gasped in shock.

"No, because she's an adult," Ladybug confirmed.

"I can't wait to grow up!" Cat declared as she whacked Time Tagger good. Viperion could see Cat Noir getting impatient and gave him a warning look as the two of them battled it out. She got some in but so did he. She almost threw him into a burrow but he disappeared and teased her with a rhythm before kicking her hard. She dived back into a burrow and landed a kick to his head. He bounced back and disappeared before tripping her up. He teased her again, calling her fluffy tail as they teleported across the web.

"I can't stand watching them play Cat and Mouse like this," Cat sighed. "Cataclysm!"

"Cat! Wait!" Viperion gasped.

"Cat Noir! No!" Ladybug gasped as he ran at Time Tagger, who disappeared. Cat lost his foot and almost touched Bunnyx's umbrella but she moved out the way and he fell, keeping his hand away from anything before he got up.

"See?! In the future, that's exactly how you damage my miraculous," She gasped before hitting Time Tagger through a burrow as he appeared out of no where. "I knew it! I knew you were going to do that! Who's the best now huh?"

She grinned before turning to Cat Noir and the others.

"Thanks for your involuntary help, my young friends!" She bowed before straightening up. "Now Bunnyx is going home!"

A burrow appeared but she suddenly stopped and frowned as she looked around.

"Wait! This isn't the exact right moment," She muttered as the burrow disappeared. Time Tagger suddenly appeared and shot at her, causing her to disappear.

"Enjoy your trip to the ice age, fluffy tail," He grinned before pointing the gun at them. "We've wasted enough time. Give me your miraclous now!"

At that point, a burrow appeared and Bunnyx stepped through shivering. The two of them started to fight again with Time Tagger sending her back to Cretaceous era and then forward to the future.

"Maybe we should help her after all,"

"You heard her! She's the only one who can solve this time problem. She can do it," Alix declared, pumping her fist in the air. "Go Bunnyx,"

Time Tagger sent her back again and she reappeared, smoking before she aimed at him, only for him to trip her up.

"Sorry, Mini Bug. I just can't," She frowned, looking down. "Looks like I don't have a soluation after all,"

"Urg... what if today is the day we grow?" Ladybug declared. "Viper, a save point please,"

"You got it, Bug," He grinned, flicking the head of his bracelet. "Second Chance!"

"Alright!" Alix grinned as Ladybug summoned her lucky charm. A note pad appeared out of thin air and she caught it.

"What am I suppose to do with this?" She mumbled.

"You work it out. We'll keep him busy!" Ryuko declared, charging at him.

"Ryuko, that way! Bug, try and work it out!" He ordered, pulling Bunnyx aside before throwing his Lyre at Time Tagger. Time Tagger aimed a hit at him and sent him back in time. He pushed the head back on his bracelet and opened his eyes.

"Alright!" Alix grinned as Ladybug summoned her lucky charm. A note pad appeared out of thin air and she caught it.

"What am I suppose to do with this?" She mumbled.

"You work it out. We'll keep him busy!" Ryuko declared, charging at him.

"Ryuko, that way! Bug, try and work it out!" He ordered, pulling Bunnyx aside before throwing his Lyre at Time Tagger. Time Tagger aimed a hit at him but he dodged it this time.

"Wind Dragon!" Ryuko shouted, sweeping Time Tagger off his feet before he suddenly disappeared and shot her. Viperion frowned and pushed the head back again.

"Alright!" Alix grinned as Ladybug summoned her lucky charm. A note pad appeared out of thin air and she caught it.

"What am I suppose to do with this?" She mumbled.

"You work it out. We'll keep him busy!" Ryuko declared, charging at him.

"Ryuko, that way! Bug, try and work it out!" He ordered, pulling Bunnyx aside before throwing his Lyre at Time Tagger. Time Tagger aimed a hit at him but he dodged it this time.

"Wind Dragon!" Ryuko shouted, sweeping Time Tagger off his feet before he suddenly disappeared. Before he could send her back in time, Viperion threw his lyre at him and landed a punch but Time Tagger disappeared and he got hit again. He pushed the head back again before opening his eyes.

"Alright!" Alix grinned as Ladybug summoned her lucky charm. A note pad appeared out of thin air and she caught it.

"What am I suppose to do with this?" She mumbled.

"You work it out. We'll keep him busy!" Ryuko declared, charging at him but this time, he stopped her, making her look confused. "What are you doing?"

"Letting it play out," He replied.

"What are you gonna do with that? Sign a defeat treaty!" Time Tagger laughed before pointing his gun at Bunnyx. "Now give me your miraclous or I get rid of your friend by sending her back to the big bang,"

"Alright, you win. We'll give you our miraclous," Ladybug frowned, looking defeated.

"I want the dragon and the snake too," Time Tagger declared.

"Fine but all I ask is you give me a little bit of time to write an letter to apologize to my future self," She sighed, defeated.

"Bug..." Viperion gasped, looking at her but somehow, this felt right.

"Mi'lady, you can't!" Cat gasped. "Think of something! You always think of something!"

"Fair enough, Ladybug," Time Tagger declared. "Wish granted,"

"I don't have a pen. Can anyone lend me on please?" She asked, looking down. Alix produced one from her bag and handed it to Ladybug. She looked around and started to draw something.

"Time's up," Time Tagger grinned. "My moment of victory has arrived,"

"Oh. I can't find the words," Ladybug sighed. "It's pointless anyway. I won't even be ladybug in the future once we give up our miraculous,"

"Please don't do this, Mini Bug!" Bunnyx gasped as Ladybug walked over to her.

"Some problems simply don't have a solution," She stopped in front of her. "Go back to your time stream, Bunnyx. Make the most of your remaining time,"

"No! I refused! I-" Ladybug placed her hand on her shoulder and knelt down next to her. She said something to her and then Bunnyx stood up and hugged her. Viperion frowned deeply as she dived into a burrow. Ladybug turned around and faced her friends.

"Come on. We better give him our miraculous," She stated as the other three walked over. She took Viperion's hand and making sure all three of them could see her, she winked. They all walked over to him and stopped as he laughed before he walked over.

"Your earrings are mine, baby bug. Oh, snake boy, keep your hands up. Don't want you resting the timeline now and Kitty Noir, cataclysm this so I can safely take your miraculous after I've got hers," He ordered, handing the pencil to Cat. "And Dragon girl, don't go changing into an element now,"

He smirked as he reached for her earrings but a yoyo wrapped around his hands and dragged him over to a new burrow. Cat Noir's baton knocked his gun from it's holder and then Ladybug charged at it, grabbing it and throwing it to Cat Noir, who caught it with his cataclysm. With the akuma freed, she purified the butterfly and Time Tagger returned to his normal form as she helped him up.

"Ladybug? Cat Noir? You guys are so young," He gasped, confused. "Where am I?"

"The question should be more when are you?" Cat grinned as Bunnyx exited from the burrow.

"Come on, Chris. Let's go home," She smiled, walking away with him. He went through the burrow.

"See, girl. We did it," The voice of the future ladybug declared. "We always will,"

"Hey future Ladybug! When do I get my miraclous?!" Alix asked.

"When you're as cool as I am, Mini me," Bunnyx grinned before everyone went to wave at her but Viperion's wave wasn't great. In fact, he still looked pale and fearful. She smiled though as she knew he would do something about it.

"Hey, Mini Noodle," A male voice suddenly got Viperion's attention. A guitar pick suddenly appeared from the burrow and he caught it, looking at it with surprise. "Don't forget that there's always a solution to every problem. You just gotta be a wise old snake and learn from your mistakes"

He looked up and saw sparkling green eyes next to sparkling blue eyes.

"Come on, cotton tail! Me and Bug ha-"

"Spoilers, you damned noodle!" With that, Bunnyx jumped into the burrow and Ladybug fixed everything. Cat Noir walked over and smiled.

"Hey, about me going evil and all," He smiled, looking at the snake boy. "I wouldn't worry about it too much. The future isn't set in stone. Besides, Ladybug will always save the day. Right, Mi'lady?"

"Right," Ladybug grinned as Viperion looked at the guitar pick. On one side, there was the ladybug symbol and on the other side the snake symbol. He smiled to himself before he tucked it away.

"Whatever happens. I just gotta remember there's a solution for everything,"

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Everything was quiet, almost boring, until Halloween night: sure, Harry and Ron had arrived at school in Mr. Weasley's flying car after they had lost the Hogwarts Express, and Mrs. Weasley's letter had been nothing short of hilarious, but nothing more happened, beside the boring and unfair fact that Draco’s father brought a place for his son in the Quidditch team by buying new brooms to everyone, and they were all first day’s news, but now they were coming back from Nearly Headless Nick’s deathday party and Harry started to talk about a voice that no one else was able to hear and that was interesting.

"This way," he shouted, sounding a little like a madman, and he began to run up the stairs, into the entrance hall. A knowing look and the four friends followed him but they stopped short when they saw foot-high words daubed on the wall between two windows, shimmering in the light cast by the flaming

torches.

“The chamber of secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir, beware,” Blaise read aloud.

"What's that thing hanging underneath?" asked Pansy, a slight quiver in her voice. Mrs. Norris, the caretaker's beloved cat, was hanging by her tail from the torch bracket. She was stiff as a board, her eyes wide and staring. For a few seconds, they didn't move, then Hermione screamed, which attracted a lot of unwanted attention, but she hardly noticed, her face buried in Blaise's chest, who had held her and Pansy as if he wanted to protect them from that terrible image.

“Enemies of the Heir, beware…” repeated a thoughtful voice. Hermione looked up only to meet Draco’s cold eyes. There was something new in his expression, something she could’ve considered fear or regret. Adrian had also approached them and looked at the younger boy with an expression of contempt: "You are despicable."

"I didn’t do this!" he exclaimed, and he seemed really hurt by the idea that someone could blame him, but his words where partially swallowed up by the cat owner’s voice, who accused Harry, that was still near Mrs. Norris’s body but backed several steps away when the janitor nearly hit him, and he would’ve succeeded if Dumbledore himself, who had rushed to the scene with the other professors, hadn’t stopped him by force.

“It’s impossible!” Ron intruded. “He was with us at Nick’s party and we have a room full of ghosts who can prove it!”

"Come with me, Argus," said the Headmaster to Filch while he was trying to drag him away from the hideous scene.

“We can use my office,” said Lockhart, eagerly. Dumbledore nodded and left the janitor, who seemed to have calmed down and started cried silently. As much as she detested Filch, Hermione couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for him, though not nearly as sorry as she felt for Harry: if the Headmaster believed Filch, he would be expelled for sure and he would’ve been forced to spend another six years with his uncles, who, as he described them, didn’t seem good people.

“You should come too,” said Dumbledore, before gently detaching the corpse from the hook. Hermione never thought she could be accused of plotting with the blood supremacists, but evidently everyone had forgotten that her parents, and all her ancestors before her, beside, obviously, a squib somewhere, that made the magical ability unexpectedly resurface after many generation, were Muggles. And so here she was, even though she could’ve been a nobody among many, in Lockhart's office, accused together with purebloods and Voldemort’s most famous enemy.

"It was definitely a curse that killed her, probably the Transmogrifian Torture. I've seen it used many times, so unlucky I wasn't there, I know the very countercurse that would’ve saved her…” Lockhart was saying, but Hermione struggled to follow, too busy listening to Draco, who was trying to convince her that he hadn’t been the author of that threat, and watching Pansy, who was trying not to cry, her face still buried in Blaise's chest, Harry stroking her hair. She wondered if they were annoyed by the fact she was talking to Malfoy but even if they weren’t, they probably would’ve been if they knew she believed him. Meanwhile, Dumbledore was bent over Mrs. Norris, muttering strange words under his breath and tapping her with his wand.

"I remember something very similar happening in Ouagadogou," said Lockhart, covering again Draco’s words "a series of attacks, the full story's in my autobiography: I was able to provide the townsfolk with various amulets, which cleared the matter up at once…”

Dumbledore interrupted him but he preceded Hermione with a delay of just seconds as she was about to burst out and scream at him to shut up. She didn’t want to disrespect a professor and he was a man who had done great things, but after the first lesson she doubted that he was still so mighty.

"She's not dead, Argus."

"Not dead?" choked Filch, looking through his fingers at Mrs. Norris. "But why's she all stiff and frozen?"

"She has been Petrified," said Dumbledore, and Hermione tried to remember what she knew about the subject. Other than the Petrificus Totalus spell, not much, to be honest, and that wasn't its result, therefore it had to have something to do with Dark Magic. She glanced sideways at Draco: his father was said to be a Dark Wizard, but even if he was, she couldn’t imagine him, however hateful, would follow that path.

“He did it!" Filch insisted, his face purpling, his skeletal index indicating Harry. "You saw what he wrote on the wall, and he just found out…” the words died in his throat but Hermione, as everyone else in that room, beside, maybe, Draco, knew the rest of the sentence. Harry told them he had found a letter in his office that had led Hermione to the conclusion that he was a squib, and if for a Muggleborn like her it wasn't such a shameful thing, she knew that many purebloods saw it as the worst of shame.

"I never touched Mrs. Norris!" Harry said loudly, and all the eyes in the room were now on him. They had gone to that corridor because Harry had heard something none of them had been able to, but none of his friends were willing to admit it and there was no need for anyone else to know about it, at least until they thought and tried all the possible solutions: as far as they knew, he could only be schizophrenic, something definitely controllable with Muggle drugs, even if the coincidence was decidedly disturbing.

"If I might speak, Headmaster," said Snape, finally emerging from the shadows he was hiding in, and Hermione stiffened because although she was sure he would do anything to exculpate his students, she wasn't sure he would do that, since she wasn’t sure he was able to put his hatred for Harry aside, it didn’t matter if it was to save his House’s face of his own life, he just hated him too strongly. “My student and their friends may have simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time,” he concluded after a long pause, a slight sneer curling his mouth ad he though he doubted it. Everyone waited for the rest of the sentence but he didn’t add anything to confirm what his face was saying. Hermione and Blaise exchanged a puzzled look but they had no intention of protesting or drawing attention to them as the Headmaster had just declared them innocent until proven guilty. As he spoke he looked firmly at Filch, who didn’t seem satisfied with the verdict but seemed to have no intention in opposing his greatest ally.

"So can we leave?" Ron asked bravely, but before Dumbledore could say anything Snape replied, saying that he would accompany his students to the dormitories, in light of what had just happened, and he trusted that Professor McGonagall would do the same with hers.

“Of course,” hissed the woman, before putting a hand on the back of each of the two guys belonging to her House and practically pushing them out the door. Although no one felt safer with Snape nearby, not even his students, no one dared to rebel and they walked silently through the corridors with the feeling that something terrible could happen at any moment. Snape turned, just as they expected, into a dark corridor, where there weren't many paintings that could repeat and gossip on his words. Even the ghosts had to keep away from that wing of the castle.

“I don’t know what happened but I know it wasn’t you. This doesn’t mean that I will always be around to get you out of trouble, so try to opt for better companies and an attitude that attracts less attention unless you want to be me the one accusing you, the next time something like this happens,” and with those words, he turned his back on them and went straight where he came from.

#slytherin!hermione AU #hermione granger #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson #draco malfoy #harry potter #ron weasley #severus snape #minerva mcgonagall #albus dumbledore #gilderoy lockhart #argus filch #adrian pucey #hp #cos

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U said to talk to u about ur AUs so here I come! Let’s do some more world building yeah? *cracks knuckles* I hope you don’t mind the up-coming long but very incoherent and messy rant about the WITCH!AU because I have MANY thoughts so let’s chat?! :DDD My Halloween loving ass is fucking living right now oh yeah.

World building ??? 👀👀👀

Why did they get rid of my Read Mores on Asks???? Anyway, buckle in y’all long post ahead.

🌠🌠🌠 (01) What if Brian’s presence somehow enhances one’s powers? That’s why he’s always being chased by spirits or other beings and bad witches want him for this and when they can’t have him they want to kill him? (you’d appreciated the extra layer of angst? XD Like do you want me because you truly love me or do you want me because of my Gift that would greatly benefit your own power)

That could potentially be a result because witches that work with spirits because they’re opening up liminal spaces. Not that Brian is aware of it, and is doing it mostly incidentally which is how some nastier spirits get attatched to him and cause some of Brian’s problems.

He does have that moment once or twice, once he figures out how all of this workes.

(02) What hex or spell do you think the witch (or the evil coven? For dramatic movie rivalry effect between sides LOL) cast to kill him? Something related to the hepatitis and ulcer? Disease or other stuffs? (I can’t help but think about the CW TV Series Supernatural witches have so many creative ways of killing someone through hexes, spells and curses)

So I don’t have any names yet, because I am Bad at them. The curse that I currently have in mind is that it’s kind of a paralyzation hex? Like when Brian gets hit with it, it moves more central, so he looses the ability to move and then eventually the ability to speak and eventually breathe.

(03) Imagine how distressed Brian would be because he loves Astronomy and stargazing but during night is always the most dangerous to him? However after meeting the other three they’re always with him (or at least one of them) especially at night? Dragging him out for drinks and all the other fun stuffs that Brian seems to be missing out on. (Freddie will ruffle his hair playfully saying something like you’re safe with us darling we’ll look after you and wink at him but he figures they just want to see him blush so yeah all the usual good old oblivious Brian trope LOL)

Bless oblivious Brian. The insomnia as a kid is what half inspired him to love the stars, because that’s all he’d have to stare at during those long nights. It’s also when those Things He Doesn’t See (his mother’s words) circle around him.

The other three naturally realize what Night means, and how it can affect an untrained Witch especially one that has a Gift like Brian’s. Roger is the one that tends to keep near Brian during the night because he’s simply the best at unnoticable protection charms. And he usually makes a big show of getting into disagreements when he senses that something is Wrong. Because Brian suddenly has a mood drop or John actually feels some kind of spirit (which tend to stay away from him because the dead can’t cross running water).

(04) I imagine the three sometimes turn themselves into animals like cats (witches are so often associated with cats and ravens etc. you know all that) to keep Brian company and to warn off evil beings around him like he’s ours back the fuck off?

Close! They actually use their familiars! Roger’s and Freddie’s are both cats (Roger’s is a maine coon, and Freddie’s is a very sleek looking calico), and Brian usually has to pick them up and put them in the house because “no, kitty, you can’t go to class with me!”

Meanwhile they’re like “dude.”

John’s is usually the one that keeps the best eye on Brian given that it’s a kestrel. She also isn’t fond of Brian because he keeps closing her window! How dare he!

John hasn’t quite managed to convinence her that it’s on accident because Brian doesn’t feel that she’s just not another Bird.

(05) Maybe one night Brian’s having “sleep paralysis” only this time the pressure gets heavier and heavier and help now he can’t breath and he’s panicking but can’t do a thing can’t move a muscle when suddenly he heard a low but cold voice speaking some language (Latin? But not quite there’s an extra edge to it) beside his bed but he can’t understand a word and the pressure just vanished like that. He whines low in his throat and struggles to move and tries to open his eyes but he’s suddenly very groggy and tired and then he felt gentle hands caressing his face and carding through his hair effectively soothing him and the voice is now crooning sweetly, calming him by saying things like you’re safe love sleep now and when he’s about to fall asleep the hands left that’s when he heard at least three different voices conversing with each other outside maybe? One sound worried, one sound furious and the last one seems to be thinking about something but they’re all speaking in some kind of language that he doesn’t understand.

Okay, I dig, I see what you’re doing here nonnie.

So this is probably when Roger, John, and Freddie kind of figure out there’s something out there trying to get Brian because Drudes (nightmare demons from Germanic folklore) don’t just take a walk about on the prime material plane. Much less someone who isn’t having a nightmare.

Roger is furious, because after chasing the damned Drude away he checked his seals and found that his demonic protection one has been inverted and draws demons to them. He’s screaming his head off, because he doesn’t know why or how some one would know.

Freddie is just worried because Brian hadn’t reacted to it the way anyone else should have. Almost like he accepted that this was a thing that happened and not a literal demon eating his life force.

John is trying to figure out how the Drude got in on the first place, after Roger found out the seal, and why it would come for Brian directly. Freddie’s got the most “magic” out of the four of them, Brian’s being so tightly wrapped away. Maybe Brian is just awakening his powers and because of his Gift the Drude noticed. But Roger is right, Drudes don’t just come on this plane without cause.

Meanwhile, Brian is out cold/out of it for the next 16 hours because the Drude did get a good grip on Bri’s life force before the other three noticed. Which naturally makes the others clingy for like the next month. Roger keeps forcing his weird wood crafting hobbies into Brian’s bag, and John is always hanging around the physics building and Freddie is painting a really weird thing on the wall. Which kind of makes them look like satanists.

(06) Following no. (05) do you think witches have their own languages akin to Latin but maybe they’re some kind of variation? Also will there be different dialects based on uses, regions and powers?

They all have different casting languages, yes! Most are based on latin, while eastern witches tend to stick with very old forms of their countries languages (e.g chinese with china, Hindi). Some are actually symbol based, which Freddie is very adept at because it gives the most versatility.

(07) And you know like in horror movies how people are with Ouija boards and summoning rituals? Brian of course never participates he avoids most supernatural related stuffs like plague but maybe growing up his encounters people who do those type of stuff for fun and he’s kind hearted not wanting them to be in danger so he’d try to dissuade or stop them but once the spirits or evil beings were conjured the beings always go for Brian? The most severe incident is the Bloody Mary one she appears in mirrors and Brian almost got pulled in trying to save his classmate but eventually he was saved by another witch?

Brian grows up not believing in ghosts, but he can’t deny that’s weird that things happen every time they do mess with Oujia boards. The Bloody Mary thing left him with a permanent inability to walk through hallways in the dark. But he does have the scar on his arm from when whatever it was tried to pull him through the mirror. It was weird. He thinks his friend’s mom stopped it because she game them a really long lecture while bandaging Brian’s arm.

(08) Following no. (07) that’s where my this idea came from: do you think maybe one of Freddie, Roger or John’s family member saved Brian before (when he was a kid? A teenager?) although Brian doesn’t know it? (perhaps he’s passed out during that? Roger and John’s family are more likely to do so simply because of geographic wise?) And that elder witch recognized that Brian belongs in the coven with Freddie, Roger and John so he/she/they got home, told them about this very special boy (girl? person?) that they have to protect one day and proceed to spend years arranging for them to “casually” meet and hopefully become friends or even more?

Never considered this... but this is strangely in line with what kind of Gift I have planned for John.

It would be John’s mom that steps in. Brian accidentally invokes a vengeful spirit while playing in the park. It knocks him into a tree before she can get to him. She quickly banishes it before going over to Brian. Her hands push back his hair, checking his head (only a tiny little bump thankfully) when she feels her son? of all people on his skin. She knows John is a very strong Sympathic but for him to be on someone’s he’s never met.

And for this boy to attract such powerful spirits but existing? He didn’t even know what it was?

Well, she’s never been one to question the whims of the earth. Instead she tosses her hair back and starts yelling for someone to help. Ruth comes over quickly, and Mrs. Deacon explains that Brian fell from the tree. There’s no magic coming from Ruth, not like Brian.

Oh boy, she thinks. This is trouble.

When she goes home John is teasing Julie with a rattle. She picks him up and she bounces him on her hip, “I’ve met a special boy, one you’re going to have to protect and teach.”

(09) I imagine that the other three were waiting for the right time to reveal the truth to Brian while shielding him from not just the spirits or demons’ harm but from evil witch covens as well and maybe one day they just had a very unfortunate run in with some elders who harbor malicious agenda - news travels fast? Very soon EVERYONE and every beings that has connection to the Supernatural world KNOWS (except Brian ofc lol) hence the even more aggressive and violent attacks and the other three were constantly on high alert around Brian (while having to act casually it’s hard work really).

They were trying to find the right time, and there’s never a good time to go “so the dead like you because you’re a good transfer spot between worlds oh and the rest of the supernatural kind of hates you or wants to use you because of that.”

Brian finds out about this entire thing when the witch hits him with paralyzation curse. Well just before it because she basically does the villian info dump.

But just before that, when the attacks were ramping up, the others took turns being on Brian watch, cutting their nights short, sleeping in shifts, etc. Roger is literally running out of grimories to look for seals and protection spells. John has to pratically spell a moat into existence around their flat and even Freddie can’t find something to shield Brian’s presence without hampering his magical awakening.

They’re all getting exhausted, Brian thinks it’s just stress of recording their first album and school work. Except he’s getting a little stir crazy, he’s literally not had a moment alone since the Drude attack (not that he knows it). So when all three of them invietably crash (between the shortened hours and magic drain it says a lot that they went as long as the did). Brian sneaks out.

I don’t think I have to explain what happens?

(10) Haha I like the idea of Freddie being the wild card in every sense especially when it comes to witchcraft obviously considering his cultural heritage is different from the ones in England so he/she/they dresses differently and casts his/her/their magic differently and it infuriates their opponent so fucking much. XD

Freddie uses a hand gesture, the other witch ????? what in the literal fuck? It bothers Roger too because he’s like, this isn’t going to work *spell works* HOW? WHY?

John actually starts mimicking Freddie’s way of performing spells and his spells get that much more powerful and chaotic.

(11) Sammy I love you. <3333 *blows you kisses*

❤❤❤❤ Thank you for letting me ramble about things!!!

#Witch AU #long post #Listening to the heathers soundtrack while this was playing was certainly A Thing #but yeasss #I loved all of these questions #and hopefully I cause a few more questions than I answerd #answered*#/wink #submission

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