#headmistress storm would kick so much ass

[imperiuswrecked]

Villain 1: Hey why don't we mess with the X-Men anymore?

Villain 2: Cause Storm has a constant roving storm of death that surrounds the school not letting anyone get in, also she has completely organized the X-Men to stop the infighting, made peace with the normal humans, and got the Avengers whipped.

Villain 1: Oh right.

[beveronica]

Misty is Medusa and Blind!Cordelia Headcanons

As follows Misty is Medusa, she was r*ped by Poseidon in Athena's temple. Athena turned her into a gorgon with snakes for hair and the ability to turn any creature that looks at her into stone.

The whole Perseus debacle never happened. Misty currently resides in a cave beside the swamps of Lafayette, Louisiana.

The towns people never go around the swamp believing the whole myth about Misty as they found statues of men around the swamp area over the years.

Misty loves protecting life, so she lives in such a state of sadness knowing her curse would turn any creature to stone. She learns the habit of closing her eyes whenever she hears a wild animal at the distance.

She cries whenever she accidentally turns a bird to stone and not being able to help it back to life.

Cordelia is still a witch, the coven worships Hecate. The supremacy was Hecate's gift.

As the coven were looking for the new supreme in the name of Hecate and the coven's sake, the witch hunters were responsible for blinding Cordelia with acid in order for her to be more dependent to Hank.

Hank's plan backfires as Cordelia gains the gift of the sight.

Fiona frames Myrtle of the acid attack and Cordelia is left struck and vulnerable.

Cordelia may have been blind but she can still manage to wander around with her stick although not too far.

Cordelia loves wandering around to clear her mind.

She usually wanders around for her to get away and cope from the stress of a divorce with Hank, the responsibility of being headmistress, and specially Fiona being constantly up her ass.

She adopts a guide dog and names her Talaria. She calls her Tally for short. She's mystical, and Cordelia swears she can undestand and think just like a human being. When she held Talaria at the adoption center for the first time, Talaria drew her in, she thinks Talaria is magical.

Cordelia then got used to being blind with Talaria to thank.

With Talaria around Cordelia gets far when she does her wandering.

She finds out Myrtle was framed and she got furious.

She took Talaria with her and leaves. She walks and walks till she and Talaria reaches Misty's swamp.

Cordelia accidentally bumps a statue, it falls and makes a loud thud. Misty hears the noise and swarms to where the sound is since she knows no creature is strong enough to bump off the statues.

Talaria kept barking at Misty once she saw her. Cordelia tries to hush Talaria.

"Tally. Down, girl."

Talaria (conveniently) does not turn to stone as Misty saw her. This baffles Misty.

What baffles Misty even more is seeing a beautiful, golden haired woman who seem to not be able to see.

Misty asks "Who are you?" firmly because its not everyday Misty encounters a beautiful human & her dog and not turn them into stone.

Misty is now admiring observing the golden haired older woman as she was fascinated. She creeps closer to Cordelia.

"I'm Cordelia Goode. I'm a witch, I worship Hecate-

Misty's hair hisses at Cordelia and she swivers off. She does not want to be pissing off another Goddess more so the Goddess of Witchcraft thank you very much. Cordelia flinches to the hissing.

Cordelia senses Misty leaving as she hears twigs break under Misty's steps.

"WAIT! I mean no harm." Cordelia reaches up to Misty and she gasps.

Cordelia's gift of the sight made her see Misty's god awful past.

"You are Misty. You were cursed by Athena as punishment for the sins you were merely a victim of. Whatever you think about me, I am no threat. I-"

Misty pulls away from Cordelia's grasp and runs back to her cave.

In her cave she cries at the thought of one beautiful blind witch finally seeing her as a victim and not the monster she was cursed to be. It scared her.

Cordelia was awestruck of the turn of events, she tells Tally that they need to come back home.

Cordelia grew confused as she had read all about the Myth of Misty before when she was able to see. Who hadn't? She wasn't aware she'd be around Louisiana.

What makes her even more confused is Talaria not turning into stone. She then finds out Talaria is a magical creature that is immune to many vulnerabilities as she heard Queenie tell her Talaria didn't bleed nor bat an when a vase accidentally fell to her.

Cordelia goes to the swamp everyday with Talaria because there's something about the gorgon that drew her in like a magnet, it may have been curiosity or fascination but she knows she wants to learn more and help Misty.

Misty would often see Cordelia wandering her swamp with her mutt. Nice now she has a witch trailing her around. great. the gods really favored her, huh?

Misty would often gaze from afar afraid of forming any connections with the witch.

One day 3 Gator Hunters find Cordelia at Misty's swamp. Thinking that Cordelia had been around, it means that there's no threat whatsoever and the whole Misty Myth is bullcrap, they approached Cordelia with bad intentions.

Talaria kept barking at them and one of them kicked her but she kept jumping back up until one of them shot Tally. Cordelia shouted for help.

Misty contemplated whether to help her but once she saw Talaria fall from the shot and the men pushing Cordelia down whilst unzipping their fly, Misty storms over.

As they saw Misty in horror they turned into stone.

Misty turns to Cordelia and checks if she was okay. Misty doesn't want Cordelia to experience what she had been through.

Cordelia reassured Misty she was okay but she held unto Talaria to check if she was alive.

Misty carries Talaria on her shoulder carefully and uses her free hand to guide Cordelia to her cave where it's safe.

As she sets Talaria down Cordelia asks Misty to guide her hand where Talaria is so she could hold her.

Misty hesitates to hold Cordelia's hand again as she remembers Cordelia's gift of the sight.

Before Cordelia gets to hold Talaria, Talaria slowly heals herself and her body instantly pushes the once pierced bullet out.

Misty was so surprised and looks at Tally in wonder. Misty describes the occurence to Cordelia out loud.

Tally is now up and runs over to Cordelia and Cordelia happily holds her.

Cordelia and Misty both giggle from relief as they thought Talaria was not gonna make it.

Talaria goes to Misty and licks her face.

"Down! Down girl, yeah yeah you're magic. Gods you scared me."

"Gods that was scary."

"You should've seen those monsters' faces when they saw me."

"Well, I'm not able to do that as of the moment."

"Shit, I'm so sorry, I forgot you're- I got carried a-"

"No no, it's fine." Cordelia giggles, Misty thinks the witch has the most beautiful giggle she had ever heard.

"Thank you for helping me, Misty."

That was the start of their beautiful friendship.

.....or maybe something more?

[jaskierswolf]

You Set My Heart Ablaze (17/25)

Previous ____________ The day after Geralt’s failed intervention the mood was strangely lighter in the fire station. The White Wolf still had a frown almost permanently plastered on his face but that was just Geralt. At least today he joined in with team’s banter and very occasionally, he actually deigned to smile at them.

Eskel had noticed that the printouts had disappeared from the break room so perhaps Geralt had perused them at his own leisure. The intervention was supposed to have been a joke. It had been designed to make Geralt laugh and maybe pull his head out of his ass but the joke had backfired and Geralt had flown into a fury and stormed from the room. He’d been pricklier than Lambert for the rest of the day and they’d barely seen him. He’d only come out of the office for jobs and to check on Eskel and Renfri after the horrific accident they’d had to attend.

Eskel shuddered at the memory.

It had been one of the worst he’d seen. Phones. If he ever had kids then he was going to make sure that they never had phones, at least until he was sure that they could be responsible.

He sighed.

It was such a waste of life.

A hand clapped on his back and he was startled from his thoughts. Geralt was watching him with a concerned expression. “You alright, wolf?”

Eskel patted Geralt’s hand on his shoulder and then turned to pull the silver-haired firefighter into a hug. Geralt seemed startled by the affection but wrapped his arms around Eskel’s back. It wasn’t a long hug but it did the trick. Eskel felt lighter for it and smiled gratefully at his friend.

“I’m alright.”

“The car accident?” Geralt asked with a tilt of his head.

Eskel nodded. “He was just so young.”

Geralt huffed in agreement. “Are you sure you’re ok to be here?”

Eskel laughed, it sounded strained even to his own ears. “Course. It’s just the job.”

Geralt frowned. “Take the afternoon off if you need it and take Renfri with you.”

Renfri had been cleaning the fire engine out meticulously all morning. She’d only taken a break to spar with Lambert out in the yard before she been called out to rescue some cat from a tree. Geralt had purposely sent her out on the less taxing jobs today.

“Thanks.” Eskel thumped Geralt on the back affectionately. “You seem better today?”

Geralt hummed nonchalantly.

“The intervention do some good after all?” Eskel asked cautiously.

Geralt’s eyes flashed angrily but he didn’t run off which was an improvement. “I don’t see how it’s anyone’s business.”

“We’re just worried about you.” Eskel admitted. “You haven’t been yourself recently. It was a stupid joke, thought it might make you laugh.”

Geralt hummed and rolled his eyes. “Who’s idea was it?”

Eskel felt his cheeks warm up slightly.

Well.

Wasn’t that a question?

The idea had come from Triss. They’d gone out for drinks after they had both finished work to try and brainstorm about how to help their friends. After a couple of glasses of wine Triss had groaned and leant into his side with a sigh and flippantly suggested that they should stage an intervention.

It had been a joke on her part but Eskel had thought it worth a shot.

The rest of the wolves had quickly come on board with the idea and the whole thing had really snowballed.

It had been a disaster but Triss had laughed when he’d told about it last night. She’d tried talking to Jaskier again the morning of the intervention but to no avail.

Eskel couldn’t work out why they were being so difficult? It was like they enjoyed being miserable.

Except.

Today was different?

Their printouts hadn’t been that great but maybe it been just enough.

“Lambert’s” Eskel lied with ease.

“Hmm. Thought as much.” Geralt rolled his eyes. “Had Lambert written all over it”

Eskel laughed. “Seemed to help though?”

Geralt raised an eyebrow at him.

Eskel shrugged. “You’re less sad puppy and more… White Wolf?”

Geralt’s lips pulled up into a small smile. “Yeah.”

The conversation was cut off by the sound of the alarms blaring in the station. Geralt glanced up.

“Time to work.” He said firmly and they both broke into a run.

It was go time.

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Eskel stank of smoke by the time he collapsed onto his sofa. His uniform would need to be washed that evening so he’d brought it home. He didn’t quite trust Lambert to make sure that his uniform went in with the others. It was currently stuffed into Eskel’s washing machine but he hadn’t had the energy to put the machine on. He desperately needed a shower too but it just wasn’t going to happen just yet. Lil’ Bleater was dancing around the living room, his hooves clattering on the hard floor as he chased around one of those wind up toys. Eskel rolled onto his side and watched the goat fondly.

Lil’ Bleater couldn’t seem to work out whether he liked the toy or was terrified of his. Every time he got to close to the thing he would bounce back with a sharp patter of hooves and headbutt the air.

As long as he didn’t try to eat the damned thing all would be fine.

He bleated loudly as the toy wound down to a stop. Eskel sighed and rolled off the sofa to wind up the toy. He scratched the goat between his horns and then laid down on the floor next to him. The goat all but forgot about the toy and decided to walk all over Eskel’s chest instead.

He winced as the little hooves dug into his chest but he knew the goat would settle eventually, he was affectionate little shit. Sometime Eskel wondered whether he was part cat.

His was absentmindedly stroking Lil’ Bleater’s fur when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He fumbled for his phone and peered at the notification. It was Triss. He quickly unlocked his phone to see the whole message.

T - Hows yours been today? x

Eskel smiled fondly at his phone and tapped out a reply.

E — Better. Yours?

He watched the dots float at bottom of the screen, patiently waiting for a response. Lil’ Bleater had other ideas and headbutted the phone from his hands.

“You bastard.” Eskel groaned. “I did not come home early just to be your personal cuddler.”

The goat bleated.

“Yes I know you’re very cute but I’m busy, buddy.” Eskel gave the goat another scratch before picking him up and shoving him back onto the floor. He scooped up his phone and flopped back onto the sofa.

T — Like a ray of sunshine. I thought you said the intervention didn’t work. x

Eskel frowned.

That was odd. He typed out half a reply and then deleted it.

E — You still at work?

He waited for Triss’s reply, staring intently at the phone.

T — Sadly.

Her message was followed by a series of crying emojis. She was still typing so Eskel held fire.

— You’re home? That’s early isn’t it? x

E — Rough day yesterday. Geralt sent me and Renfi home early to recover.

He sighed. He’d not mentioned the accident to Triss yesterday on the phone. She’d been wound up by work, it hadn’t been easy with the substitute teachers and parents ringing up constantly to complain about the whole situation. Triss had taken the brunt of that, fielding calls for their headmistress. She didn’t need his stress on top of all of that.

His phone surprised him by ringing in his hands. He grinned and swiped to answer.

“I thought you were at work?” He teased her gently.

Triss laughed on the other end of the line. “I’m taking a mandatory screen break. What happened?”

Eskel sighed and recounted his previous day, leaving out the worst parts and any names of the people involved but he wasn’t too worried. The crash had made the news so it wasn’t exactly like it wasn’t public knowledge.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Triss asked quietly.

Eskel huffed a tired laugh. “You had enough on your plate.”

“Nonsense.” Triss disputed. “You could have told me. It was good of Geralt to let you go today.”

“Yeah. He insisted. I don’t think either of us were in a good frame of mind today, could have been dangerous if we’d gone to a complex job.” Eskel admitted. “He did the right thing. Shrike kicked up a fuss though. Lambert grumbled about it too but Geralt called in a couple of cats to cover us.”

Triss laughed brightly. “It’s weird that your rotas are all named after animals.”

“Says the school with flowers for class names.” He shot back, joining in with her laughter.

“Touché.”

They fired quips back and forth for a few more minutes before Triss sighed and announced that she really should get back to work.

“Alright.” He nodded even though she couldn’t see him, puzzled by the disappointment in his own voice and his reluctance to end the call.

“But I was thinking of ordering takeaway tonight. Honestly I don’t have the energy to cook and I always order too much food. I could use the company.” Triss suggested.

Eskel grinned. “Sounds like a plan, Ms Merigold.”

“I’ll see you later then.” She answered brightly, Eskel could hear the smile in her voice and it warmed his heart.

“See you.” He agreed as she hung up.

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For the rest of the week Eskel had a spring in his step. Dinner with Triss had been a complete laugh and they were now texting on nearly a daily basis, and not even about their idiot friends anymore. He should really thank Geralt for all his moping.

He’d made a new friend out of it.

Perhaps even more than a friend but it was too early to tell. He liked spending time with Triss though. It was good to have a friend that he didn’t work with. He hadn’t realised how much time he spent talking to his goat before he’d met Triss.

She was kind and fun. There was a brilliant mischievous streak to her which he adored. She was clearly the source of all the good gossip in the school and loved regaling Eskel with the juiciest tales about the teachers. They cackled together at the misfortunes of others and were a shoulder to cry on for the tougher parts of the day.

He laughed. Who knew a chance meeting in a garden centre would have such a positive effect on his life?

The other wolves luckily hadn’t seemed to have noticed his change of heart just yet. Geralt and Jaskier’s saga was keeping their enquiring minds busy and he managed to slip under the radar with his new almost date.

Geralt’s mood had also remained brighter too. Eskel still couldn’t work out why. The man still refused to talk about Jaskier, and rarely brought up Ciri’s school life at all these days, a stark contrast to the beginning of the year.

It was almost as if Geralt had forgotten that the school and Jaskier existed.

Maybe he was getting over him after all.

It was a shame, the teacher was fun to hang out with. On their one trip to the pub they’d been on together he’d had an entertaining habit of serenading the nearest person or waxing poetry about who ever was in front of him. Eskel hoped they could still stay friends with the teacher without upsetting Geralt. He knew Lambert was particularly fond of him, especially now he’d gotten over his starstruck fangirling. They hadn’t seen Jaskier very often, mostly when they bumped into him in the local coffee shops, and not since whatever had happened with Geralt. Still he had been a breath of fresh air to the wolf pack. Their work was hard and emotionally draining at times and he’d brightened up their lives with his music, poetry and optimistic outlook.

He sighed as he pulled on his jacket. He was going out to the pub with Triss and a few of her colleagues. It had been the last day of term today and they all wanted to celebrate. Lambert and Renfri were joining him there. Triss had suggested that he bring the wolves along, more the merrier she said. Geralt was being a party pooper and staying at home to watch Ciri but Eskel supposed none of them could really judge him for that.

It was just strange, even after over nine months. Geralt had always been part of the team, he could hold his drink astoundingly well but get him on the vodka and he could be persuaded to do some karaoke. He also tended to get very philosophical whilst drunk which provided endless amusement for the wolf pack.

It just wasn’t the same without him.

It was only a short bus journey to the chosen location, and one he could easily walk back from later in the evening. He took a deep breath.

New people.

Most days he almost forgot about the scar that marked one side of his face and with his friends and family he no longer felt self-conscious. He knew they saw him, the man behind the scar. He didn’t give a fuck about strangers in the street, he was used to the stares at this point in his life. As a teenager he had tried to cover it up with make-up but the heavy stuff he’d needed to properly cover the deeply etched scar tissue was expensive and he’d slowly given it up, but these were Triss’s friends and people she cared about. He wanted them to like him. He knew if he even wanted a chance with her then he’d have to make a good impression.

Luckily he’d have the wolves and Jaskier on his side too.

He laughed. The teacher hadn’t once looked at the mark the way most people did, nor did he awkwardly maintain eye contact as a way to stop himself from staring. If Eskel was lucky then most of Triss’s friends would grant him the same courtesy.

One could only hope.

He pushed open the door and scanned the room. He caught sight of Triss’s mop of curly copper brown hair and grinned. She looked up at the sound of his footsteps and smiled brightly at him. She had a glass of rosé in hand and her cheeks were flushed under her tanned skin from the heat of the pub. She looked breathtakingly beautiful. She was wearing a bright turquoise top and a black leather jacket.

“Eskel!!” A happy cry surprised him and he suddenly had his arms full of Jaskier.

Eskel grunted as he buckled slightly under the unexpected weight. The teacher was heavier than he looked, and Eskel had never noticed how muscular he was before.

How the fuck did he hide all this under those floral shirts?

“Jaskier!” Triss chided. “Leave him alone.”

“But he’s so strong!” Jaskier whined.

He reeked of alcohol already. Eskel tried to lower the teacher to the floor but Jaskier’s arms were wrapped tightly around his neck.

“I’m so sorry.” Triss smiled apologetically and shifted along the cushioned bench to make space for him. “Some one got a little over excited about the holidays.”

“Every day is closer to summer Triss Merigold!” Jaskier pointed a finger accusingly at his friend, still half hanging from Eskel’s shoulder. “And I thank all the Gods for that!”

“What’s so good about the summer holidays?” Eskel asked with a laugh.

Jaskier gasped dramatically and put his hands on his hips.

“Oh my dear firefighter.” Jaskier almost looked at him in pity and jumped up on the table and began to perform with his hand on his heart.

“Summer is the season of friendship, long days, and sand between your toes. Summer is the season of happiness, of smiles sweeter than a lover’s rose. Summer is the season of music, laughter and happiness swirling all around. Summer is the season of joy, for out of darkness, light will be found. Summer is the season of hope, flowers blooming, yellow, red and blue. Summer is the season of love, For my dear heart, love is you.”

Eskel blinked up at the man. His cheeks were pink and his hair was a mess but he had the biggest grin on his face and looked ridiculously proud of himself.

A wolf whistle from the door accompanied by laughter and applause came from the door of the pub. Eskel groaned. His dear brother always arrived at the worst points.

Jaskier preened at the attention and bowed dramatically before Triss yanked him off the table. He stumbled and landed half in her lap.

“Eskel! Look at you. I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” Lambert grinned and pulled him into a hug.

“Way to go, Buttercup!” Renfri cheered.

Jaskier gasped. “Oh no. No, no, no. Not my boyfriend. No offence, my darling wolf.” Jaskier leaned pulled Eskel’s face down and kissed him on the nose. “You are beautiful and you would be a wonderful boyfriend.” Eskel rolled his eyes and pushed the teacher away.

Jaskier pouted but settled in Triss’s lap, twirling the curls of her hair in his fingers. He began to babble away about how pretty it was and how the freckles on her skin were like kisses from an angel. He wasn’t wrong but Eskel had to push down the jealousy that was threatening to tear the teacher from Triss’s lap and dump in on the floor. Instead he made do for sitting next to her, with Jaskier’s feet sprawling into his lap.

“Lilit’s sake. How much has he had?” Lambert asked.

Triss sighed wearily and rolled her eyes. “Not as much as you much might think. Just couple of doubles. I think he’s just excited.”

Lambert turned to face Triss with a puzzled frown on his face then gestured between himself and Renfri. “Lambert. Renfri. Not together before you asked. Not that you would but…”

“Lambert. Shut it.” Eskel growled.

Triss just laughed and smiled up at the newcomers. “Triss Merigold, you know Jaskier I take it.”

“They’re friends of Geralt’s!” Jaskier chimed. “And all so handsome.” Renfri coughed and glared at him. “Oh you are the most handsome! Or do you prefer beautiful? Radiant?”

Renfri smirked. “Better.”

“All so radiant!” Jaskier amended with a dopy grin. “I think it’s a requirement of the job.” He whispered loudly at Triss.

Eskel rolled his eyes at the teacher fondly. “Thought there would be more of you?”

Triss nodded. “Tissaia and Is have gone to meet Yennefer at the airport.”

Eskel frowned. Geralt hadn’t mentioned anything about Yennefer dropping by. They normally all tried to meet up for dinner when she was in town. “Yen’s back?”

Triss nodded and sipped her wine. “She’s surprising Geralt and Ciri. I think she’s taking Ciri on a road trip to start the holidays. Give Geralt a break from having to worry about childcare, and let Coën spend more time with his friends.”

Eskel grinned. “That’ll be good, and he’s on leave the week after next, for Ciri’s birthday. I think they were going to go on a hack with Roach, and Geralt’s planning his first birthday party.”

“Roach?” Triss asked.

“His horse!” Jaskier grinned. “She’s beautiful.”

“Jaskier, you think everyone is beautiful.” Triss sighed and pulled the brunet’s fingers from her hair.

“Well, excuse me?” He snorted. “I am an artist! It is my job to see the beauty in the world.”

“You’re a teacher, it’s your job to wipe snot from kid’s noses.” Renfi smirked.

Jaskier gasped. “You take that back! I am a musician, a poet, a troubadour of the highest merit. Lambert tell her!”

Lambert chuckled. “I don’t know about a troubadour but his band is pretty good.”

Jaskier stuck his tongue out at Renfri who made a face right back at him. Eskel rolled his eyes as he looked between his friends. “Drinks?” He asked, peering at the queue for the bar. It wasn’t too bad but it was always easier for one of them to queue up rather than a whole group of them.

Triss perked up and finished up the last of her glass of wine. “I’ll come with you. Anyone want to share a bottle of bubbly?”

Jaskier stuck his hand up immediately. Lambert shrugged. “Why not, Merigold, go on then.”

“I’ll have a pint of whatever ale is cheapest.” Renfri added.

Eskel helped Triss to extract herself from Jaskier’s clinging hands. In the end it had been easier to transfer the teacher onto Lambert’s lap. The alcohol in his system had made Jaskier even more physically affectionate than he usually was. Eskel wondered how much he had to restrain himself at work. The kids probably would have been confused if their teacher went around hugging all the teachers and parents that he met.

It was an amusing thought, nonetheless.

Triss placed her hand on his arm as they navigating through the crowd towards the bar. “I’m glad you came.”

Eskel smiled fondly down at her, wondering at how the light of the nearby fireplace caught in the curls of her hair. “Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

“What if I hadn’t have asked you to invite the others?” Triss asked coyly.

Eskel laughed. “Even better. You’ve seen my brother. He’s an asshole.”

Triss joined in with his laughter. She had a beautiful laugh, it was heartwarming and gentle. “You’re not the one who brought along Jaskier. He’s a great friend but…”

“But he can be a bit much?” Eskel surmised.

“Exactly!” Triss agreed.

“Well.” Eskel tried to give Triss his most charming smile. “Maybe next time it could be just us?”

Triss cupped his cheek gently with her hand and her smile was brighter than the sun. “You read my mind, wolf.” She kissed his cheek before turning back to order the drinks with a radiant smile on her face.

All Eskel could do was smile dopily at her.

By the time Yennefer, Istredd and Tissaia arrived, the rest of the gang were all a few drinks down and full of mirth. Lambert was telling some stupid story from when they were at the kid’s home together. The pranks they’d played had been legendary. Eskel helped the story along by adding bits and pieces that his brother had left out. He was a little distracted by Triss holding his hand under the table but he didn’t let it show. Everyone else seemed either too drunk to notice or quite frankly didn’t care.

He wasn’t quite sure what he thought of Tissaia and Istredd. The former was difficult to read. She seemed very put together and there was something about her that reminded him of the care workers at the home, but Triss was fond of her so she couldn’t be all bad.

Istredd on the other hand.

He’d heard of Istredd. The man was Yen’s ex and Geralt’s former rival for her affection. Geralt had been jealous of the history teacher and the two had butted heads a few times over the years. So Eskel hadn’t had the best impression of him before they’d met. He’d been pleasantly surprised. The man seemed to be a kind hearted and gentle person. Even after a few glasses of sparkling wine, Eskel didn’t miss the way he circled around Yennefer as if she was the centre of his universe. Yen didn’t seem to mind the attention either. They certainly seemed to balance each other better than Geralt and Yen ever had. Eskel found himself in deep conversation with Istredd about a book he’d been reading about the Great Cleansing. He’d been fascinated to hear about Istredd’s theories of real life magic imbedded into their ancient history.

Magic was really cool. He loved magic. He wondered whether he should take Triss to see a magic show. The kind with bubbles and pretty lights.

Jaskier flitted easily between conversations, compliments and words of adoration flowing from his lips like a waterfall. He laughed and flirted and bounced about with endless energy. Renfri had seemed to have adopted the brunet as her personal human cat, and he was quite happy to sit with his head on her shoulder whilst Renfri absentmindedly petted his hair.

Jaskier the cat. Eskel snorted at the image that popped into his brain. Geralt with wolf ears and Jaskier with cat ears. What an adorable pair they would make. If only they could stop pining already.

Of course, eventually the conversation steered back to Ciri. Ciri, the one person they all had in common. Yennefer had casually mentioned one of the art galleries she was planning to take the girl on their road trip. The gallery currently held some of Yennefer’s own artwork so it was really a chance for her to show the young girl what she did, a chance to bond more. Eskel knew that Yennefer saw Ciri as a sort of daughter, he wouldn’t be entirely surprised if she ended up moving closer to Posada to be nearer Ciri. She missed her a lot when she was away and she’d regretted not spending the Solstice with them in person.

Naturally the conversation segued into her one about her father.

Jaskier froze still and was silent for the first time all night.

“You alright there, Buttercup?” Yen asked the brunet with smirk.

Eskel was starting to wonder whether she’d been manipulating the conversation the entire time just so she could watch Jaskier’s reaction. She must have known about whatever was going on with Jaskier and Geralt. If Geralt or one of the wolves hadn’t told her then Triss almost certainly had. He knew those two were incredibly close.

“Fine.” Jaskier answered in a clipped tone. “Absolutely. Why wouldn’t I be fine? I’m fine. My goodness is that the time?” He scrambled off of Renfri’s lap, stumbling slightly as he stood up for the first time in a while, and started looking around for his jacket. “Oh bollocks!”

Yennefer was more sober and therefore, faster. She had Jaskier’s coat tucked under her arm and she pushed him back into an empty seat. “Sit, Julian.”

“My name!” Jaskier cried indignantly. “is Jaskier.”  

“Whatever, what’s going on with you and Geralt?” Yennefer had Jaskier pinned under her stern violet gaze.

Eskel didn’t envy the teacher. He’d been caught by Yennefer’s wrath before and it was not something to take lightly. There were times when it felt like Yennefer had the power to move the earth itself.

It was bloody terrifying.

He was just glad that most of the time Yen was on his side. She was a good friend, loyal to a fault, as long as you didn’t cross her.

Eskel squeezed Triss’s hand, Triss wasn’t terrifying. She was the funny warm feeling that he felt in his stomach.  She rested her head on his shoulder for barely a second before moving away. The whole table fell silent as they watched the altercation between Yen and Jaskier.

“What?” Jaskier laughed nervously, his eyes flashing towards Tissaia. “Why would anything be going on between me and Ciri’s father?”

He was blushing and his fingers were fiddling nervously with the buttons on his shirt.

Tissaia put a hand on Yennefer’s shoulder. “Yennefer.”

“No!” Yennefer snapped. “Look I don’t care if you’re shagging him or not, but he’s hurting and it’s your fault, Buttercup.”

Tissaia raised her chin. “That’s enough, Yennefer.”

Yennefer turned to Tissaia with fiery violet eyes but the headmistress didn’t even flinch, Eskel suddenly had a lot more respect for her. “Tissaia, I’m sorry but you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“As headmistress at Dol Blathanna, I think I do.” Tissaia said sternly. “Jaskier is keeping his relationship with Mr Rivia strictly professional and your friend should understand that that is what is best for his daughter.”

Jaskier squeaked in his seat. “Ah yes. That. What she said. That is what is happening. Now if you’ll excuse me. I’m just…” He yawned dramatically “so tired. Long day at work. Thank you all for the most wonderful evening! Goodbye!” He yanked his coat from Yennefer’s hands and ran from the pub faster than lightning, stumbling against the doorframe on the way out.

Yennefer was furious.

“I had that under control!” She seethed.

“Yenna.” Istredd put a hand on her arm but she shrugged him off.

“Don’t any of you care?” She looked around the group. “No, of course you don’t. You are all idiots.”

“Hey!” Lambert snapped, the word slurred slightly and his face was flushed red, clashing horribly with his hair. Eskel kicked his brother under the table. Now was not the time to challenge her. “Hey!” He repeated, this time directed at Eskel.

“Did you know Ciri rang me up last week?” Yennefer asked with a voice as cold as ice.

Eskel felt as if all the soul had been sucked out of him and he gripped Triss’s hand tighter for support. “Why would we know that, Yen?” He asked wearily, his vision was starting to spin slightly and quite honestly he would rather be whispering sweet nothings into Triss’s ear than listening to Yen.

Triss was just so beautiful.

It might have been the alcohol but he was suddenly feeling rather smitten.

“She was in floods of tears. Her father hasn’t laughed in weeks and barely has the energy in the evenings to talk to her about her day at school. Her teacher has stopped smiling and acts as if he hates them all. She doesn’t understand but to Ciri the only thing that her teacher and her father have in common is her.” Yennefer explained sharply.

Eskel furrowed his brow, trying to focus his remaining brain power that hadn’t been slowed by the booze on Yen’s words. He could have sworn she was a witch, no matter how much she drank she never seemed to get drunk like the rest of them. A quick glance round the table told him that the others were also having difficulties following Yen’s sharp tongue.

It was down to him to figure out.

Perhaps Triss could give him a clue. She was as clever as she was beautiful, and she was incredibly beautiful.

“She blames herself?” Triss asked, her own words were barely slurred, the traitor. Another witch. She must be.

“Wouldn’t you?” Yennefer snapped. “She doesn’t know what’s been going on because no one has fucking told her anything. She’s six but she’s not stupid. Now I’m not particularly fond of Buttercup or his relationship with Geralt, or whatever the fuck it is. Call it petty jealousy if it’ll make you feel better but I prefer calling it having standards.”

“Yenna.” Istredd said softly.

Her eyes flashed to him and immediately she seemed to settle slightly. “But Ciri is getting caught in the crossfire. I am trying to protect her. I think we can all agree that she is what is important here.”

Everyone in the room nodded quietly.

“Triss, you and Esk have been thinking up a plan to fix this?” Yennefer asked. Lambert and Renfri raised their eyebrows at Eskel and he felt himself blush.

Tissaia sighed. “I’ll be on my way, I don’t think I should hear anymore of this. The less I know the better.” She gathered up her purse and jacket. There was a quiet murmur of obligatory goodbyes before she walked from the room with a grace of a ballet dancer. Eskel was in awe. The woman had had her fair share of wine but it hadn’t seemed to have affected her at all.

“We’ve been trying.” Triss admitted after Tissaia had left. “But Geralt and Jaskier have both cheered up so we thought maybe they’d moved on?”

Yennefer frowned. “Cheered up?”

“Yup. Old White Wolf’s been back to his usual grumpy self this week.” Renfi added as she sipped the last of her drink. “So tolerably grumpy instead of a completely miserable bastard.”

Everyone laughed at that.

“And Jaskier was writing a new song in the staff room this week.” Triss said.

“Unfortunately.” Istredd drawled. “I was enjoying the peace and quiet.”

“Spoilsport.” Triss stuck her tongue out at the history teacher.

“Some of us have work to do.” Istredd shot back.

Triss laughed. “I’ll give the parents your personal mobile number if you’re not careful!”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Istredd glared.

“No, but I might if you don’t shut it.” Yennefer snapped. “So we all agree we need to do something to help?”

There was a cheer of agreement. “For the record, I don’t care.” Lambert said loudly.

“Shut up.” Renfri punched him in the arm. “You’re just jealous.”

“Am not.” He glared.

“Oh really? Because don’t think I didn’t notice you watching that blond cat as he was leaving work the other day.” Renfri teased.

“Fuck off.” Lambert grumbled. “Fine. I’ll help.”

“If it helps, I also really don’t care.” Istredd sighed.

“You don’t get a choice.” Yennefer smirked. “You’re helping.”

“So where do we start?” Eskel asked. “And don’t say an intervention because we already tried that.”

Yennefer grinned, the sort of grin that sent chills up Eskel’s spine.

“I am not an amateur, Esk. Now listen closely!” _______ Next

[carmenxflores]

⌠ LINDSEY MORGAN, 24, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, CARMEN TORRES! according to their records, they’re a FIRST year, specializing in RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of sparks of electricity, hair falling loose from a messy ponytail as eyes narrow in concentration, and the sizzle of a frying pan. when it’s the AQUARIUS’ birthday on 1/26/1995, they always request their STUFFED BELL PEPPERS from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ kendal, 24, she/her, EST ⍀ 

About Carmen

Full Name: Carmen Maria Torres

Age: 24

Birthday: January 26th 

Zodiac: Aquarius 

MBTI: INTP

Gender: Cis female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthplace: New Mexico, USA

Bio

Born to a large, loving, and loud Mexican family, Carmen was a middle child amongst five children.

For as long as she can remember, Carmen has always been extremely curious. She was the kid who constantly asked a boatload of questions like, “how can planes fly likes birds?” and “what made mountains so tall?” and “why are stars so far away?” 

It was in 2nd grade when her intelligence and aptitude for math really started to shine through. To the amazement of her teachers, she was able to do math that was much more advanced than any normal 8 year old could do.

Because public school proved to be not challenging enough for her, she was able to get a scholarship to attend a fancy private school geared towards math and science. At her school, she was one of only a small handful of Hispanic students, making her feel like she constantly had prove that she belonged. 

After years of hard work and pushing herself to be the best, Carmen was accepted to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and it was a dream come true. 

So at the young age of 18, the girl from the desert was off to New England and it was the best thing that ever happened to her. Finally Carmen felt like she was being challenged more than she ever had before and she was right where she belonged. She graduated with a degree in Mechanical Engineering. She still doesn’t like the snow though. 

She was in the middle of working on her PHD at MIT when a woman named Laura Sutton approached her in her lab. She explained to Carmen that she was Headmistress of an elite spy school and she wanted her to come study there. 

At first Carmen didn’t believe her. Come on spy school? That was something out of a bad movie. She needed proof. So Headmistress Sutton showed videos of students sparring and shooting, told her the history of the school, and told her about the technologies that were being created at the school and Carmen was convinced. Plus, Headmistress Sutton explained how the school would cost her nothing, and she would erase all her previous student debt for her. So Carmen said goodbye to MIT and hello to Gallagher Academy. 

Unlike at MIT, Carmen is feeling completely out of place at Gallagher. She doesn’t know how to shoot a gun or flip someone over her shoulder and she’s having a bit of trouble adjusting. She’s still working on her PHD thesis on the side. 

Personality

To put it simply, Carmen is incredibly smart with an IQ of 160. While she’s proud of her intelligence and doesn’t hide it, she tries her best not to brag about it or seem too arrogant. 

Still as curious as she was when she was a child, but this time she has science to help her find her answers. 

Carmen will always push herself to work hard and be the best. No matter how many times she’s proven herself, she still feels like there are people out there who doubt her and she needs to show them that they’re wrong.

When she’s passionate about something, Carmen won’t shut up about it. Get her talking about engineering and math and coding and she can talk about it for hours, talking very fast and sometimes pretty loud. 

Very much a people person, Carmen is very friendly and open when you first meet her.  

Once she sets her mind to something, there’s no stopping her until she accomplishes her goal. 

Though some people might expect a nerd like her to be quiet, Carmen isn’t afraid to tell it like it is and express her opinion. 

Very fact-minded, logical, and hands-on Carmen believes in what she can see and what she can prove. 

Misc

Will curse you out in Spanish if you piss her off.

When she’s stressed or actually pulls her herself away from her work, you can find her cooking up a storm.

Keeping to family tradition, she’ll throw food at anyone she cares about that may be sad or mad or distressed in some way. Good food is the solution to everything. 

Though she wishes she could do it more, Carmen loves to go out and dance. 

Will kick your ass in a tequila shot drinking contest. 

Usually can be found with earbuds in listening to music as she does her work, usually Spanish music or 90′s R&B and pop. 

Here at Gallagher she’s working on creating different weapons and other various technologies that would help her fellow students once they are outside of Gallagher. 

Still trying to figure out how to explain to her family why she left MIT, because they do not and can never know that she’s at a freaking spy school. 

Possible Connections

New friends

Roomies (how they get along can vary)

Someone who can help her fit into Gallagher and adjust to spy school

Studying partners

Other people that she can nerd out with

Academic rival

Give me drama, give me angst, give me love, give me friendship, give me all

[dramioneasks]

FAQ FICS: Bromance Fics

This list contains fics that feature a friendship between Draco and another main male character in the series (Blaise, Theo, Harry etc.). We do have a separate list for Draco and Harry Friendship.

The Breaking of Draco Malfoy By: Akorah - T, 24 chapters - After the war, Draco Malfoy flees to France, expecting to find refuge from the Ministry. He didn't expect to have a roommate and he certainly didn't expect to come face-to-face with his disintegrating beliefs about the world beyond magic. Meanwhile, Hermione Granger returns to Hogwarts with one objective: break her parents' Memory Charm. Unfortunately, life tends to get in the way.

Consequences of War By: NJ Coffee Queen - T, 29 chapters - Draco is asked to do the unthinkable when the Golden Trio is brought to Malfoy Manor. Can he handle the consequences of his actions or will he flee like the coward everyone believes him to be?

Friendly Interference By: cleotheo - T, 5 chapters - When Draco refuses to ask Hermione out his best friend, Blaise Zabini steps in and vows to bring the pair together. Will Blaise be successful in getting the couple together or will he ruin any chance they have of happiness with his interference? Short five part story.

Starlight By: Trinkisme - M, 35 chapters - "Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars." – Victor Hugo. Draco has a decision to make; Harry has a legacy to accept. Neither was what they'd ever envisioned for themselves. This is a story of brokenness and of love and discovering how family can be both the bough that breaks and the tie that binds. Dramione and platonic Drarry.

The Eagle's Nest By: HeartOfAspen - M, WIP - Hermione's eighth year at Hogwarts is already going to be difficult in the aftermath of the war, but it is further thrown into upheaval when Headmistress McGonagall orders a re-sorting of all students to promote inter-house unity. But when the Sorting Hat sends Hermione to Ravenclaw with Draco - and without Harry or Ron - how will she cope? [AU, Dramione] Prevalent alchemy. WIP

Veelantine Surprise By: UnseenLibrarian - M, 6 chapters - After sharing a New Year's Eve kiss with Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy begins a journey of self-discovery. Who knew a male Veela would suffer such trials and tribulations as he pursues his mate?

Mayhem before Christmas By: RunningQuill - M, 12 chapters - Christmas is not a season of peace for everyone. Certainly not for Hermione, who finds herself on the doorstep of her house on a cold winter night after she is kicked out by her own husband, a week away from Christmas! (COMPLETE)

Clean By: olivieblake - M, 31 chapters - Malfoy's handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. "No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?" She looked up at him defiantly. "Maybe I don't have faith in you!" she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. "You'll find I'm very surprising." Dramione AU, Year 6 with a slow burn and a killer twist. Book I of "This World or Any Other" series. COMPLETE.

Necessary Evil - CourtingInsanity - M, WIP - Hermione Granger is a case worker for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Draco Malfoy has just been released from Azkaban nearly five years since the end of the Final Battle. Throw in a vindictive boss, an ailing mother and a common goal, and you've got a recipe for a slow burn Dramione.

The Year Neville Broke Bad - MotherofBulls - M, 7 chapters - SEQUEL to "BARMY" and "HIGH"! Neville Longbottom uses his skills in Herbology to reinvent himself as a bad ass. New year, new look--all around new Neville. In an unfortunate turn of events after accidentally witnessing an intimate moment between Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, Neville's new experiment turns on its face. Will he break bad or break down?

Broken Feathers - naarna - E, WIP - It's been eight years since Draco last spoke with Hermione, and now she has disappeared. Will he put everything into finding her?

Lily Potter's Biggest Secret By: StrongHermione - M, 47 chapters - Following a moment of passion, Lily Potter finds herself in a difficult position. She does her best to hide it. What happens when seventeen years later, her biggest secret comes to light? A story chronicling the formation of a family. Rated M for swearing and suggestive themes. AU, EWE?, Post War, Mild OOC, Spoilers. Pairings: HG/DM HP/GW SS/OC - COMPLETE

Matched By: longdistance - M, 21 chapters - The wizarding community has not quite bounced back in terms of numbers since the end of the war. Desperate times call for desperate measures and a Marriage Law is enacted by the Ministry. Hermione isn't even dating anyone, let alone ready to be someone's wife. Draco has a secret that he'd rather not share. Odd couples are made and they have a year to figure it all out.

Drinking Buddies by MrBenzedrine - M, 8 Chapters - Hermione and Draco find solace in each other as drinking buddies, but so much more develops. Rated M for graphic lemons. Post Hogwarts. Complete

A Secret Affair by LadyKenz347 - M, 4 chapters - Ron & Draco have become close friends after 5 years of working together at the Ministry. But how will he take it when Draco takes interest in Ron’s best friend and exgirlfriend?

Maybe When I Loved You by aerna - NC-17, one-shot -  Draco awakes to find a surprise, not to mention, dead visitor in his room

The Guard By: NJ Coffee Queen - T, 21 chapters - All Hermione could think about was Draco Malfoy. How could they ever work together? Would they kill one another before her mystery attacker could? Most importantly, though, she wondered - what was Harry thinking?

The Awakening by CherryWolf-chan - M, one-shot - Mini-Weasley, I do hope you have a bloody good reason as to why you just barged into The Manor at four in the flaming morning and started screeching for my daughter-in-law!

Hermione Granger, Matchmaker - dragoncastle - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy is in love and Hermione is determined that he get his happily ever after.

Firebird By: dieofthatroar When a bloodied and broken Draco Malfoy is dumped on the doorstep of the Order, Hermione knows it will change the course of the war. "The evil isn't just in the power of the Dark Lord. It's in the mundane lives of those chasing the carrot dangling in front of them." Dramione warfic

The Muddy Princess By: Colubrina -  M, 22 chapters - Just another Pureblood!Hermione story. A hidden adoption revealed, a brother found, a new world to figure out: “What are you hoping for?” he asked as they stood ready to do the spell. “I don’t know,” Hermione admitted. “You?” His knuckles were white on his wand. “A sister,” he said, his voice very low, “I’m hoping for a sister.” Winner 2015 Energize WIP Awards.

Hypnotized - mister_otter - MA, 6 chapters - Curse breakers Draco Malfoy and Bill Weasley know that when archeologist Hermione Granger requires their help, they will get more adventure than they bargained for. Especially Draco…

Where We Go From Here By: LucindaRemyMalfoy - M, 24 chapters - Hermione Granger, 20 and divorced, no kids, and works at the Ministry of Magic. Draco Malfoy, 21 and entitled, biggest git you’ll ever meet, also known as ‘London’s Playboy’. What starts off as a forced arrangement turns into so much more when the two are forced to look at the lives they’ve been leading since graduation. A story about moving on and learning ‘where we go from here’

Memories of the Past By: mayawrites95 - T, 35 Chapters - After tragedy strikes, Hermione finds out a secret about her past, changing everything she knew as truth. Enter Draco Malfoy who is brought in by the Minister of Magic on a case as a crisis dangles over their heads. However little does she know that Draco holds his own secrets which could change her life in ways she never knew were possible.

A Quest of Paladins - Bambu - R, 17 chapters - After the disastrous events atop the Astronomy Tower, Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape flee wizarding Britain. After months on the run, they join forces with those of The Chosen One and his two friends. Will they be able to succeed in defeating Voldemort?

Christmas at Hogwarts By: cleotheo - M, 10 chapters - A ferocious storm forces Dumbledore to shut Hogwarts for the Christmas holidays. However, in their haste to leave the Professors end up leaving a small handful of students behind. How will three Gryffindors and three Slytherins cope with spending Christmas at Hogwarts? Fun, festive story.

Start Again By: NJ Coffee Queen - T, 19 chapters, Words: 23,633 - Divorced, Hermione and Draco move on with their lives…together.

Accidental Proposal By: CJRed - M, 37 Chapters - Hermione finds out that she is really a Nott, and there are so many rules to being a Pureblood, too bad Draco Malfoy seems to have forgotten one of the most important rules of all! Hermione/Draco. Theo and Hermione are siblings. Ignores epilogue and off canon in some other places as well. Set in 8th year. Language, Fluff, and Lemons. Complete.

Blaise Zabini and the Difficulty of Existing By: starkidsftw - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy was in love with Hermione Granger. He didn’t know it. She didn’t know it. But Blaise Zabini, boy did he ever know it. 7th Year Dramione AU from Blaise’s perspective.

The Mastery By: l.h. Zein - T, WIP - By the time you realize you know better, the world is burning around you. Do you decide you have to think for yourself, or is it easier to think rebelliously quietly and lie loudly if it means you save their lives? He hadn’t answered those questions. 7 yr postwar and Hermione is looking for a career change, and the only project she’s interested in studying is under Draco Malfoy.

Mistletoe Mischief By: cleotheo - T, one-shot - Blaise and Theo are on a Christmas mission, they’re going to unite the Head Students using enchanted mistletoe. However catching Draco and Hermione under the mistletoe proves harder to do than they first thought. Light hearted seasonal One Shot.

Femme Fatale By: cleotheo - M, 26 chapters - Draco Malfoy’s new position as an Auror for the British Ministry throws him head first into a hunt for a serial killer. Working with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, he sets out to catch the killer as well as entering into a romantic relationship with their other colleague, Hermione Granger. Murder mystery with a side helping of Dramione romance.

The Life He Should Know - NJ Coffee Queen - T, 21 chapters - After a Ministry experiment gone wrong, Draco Malfoy wakes up believing he’s 18 again. With six years of his life gone, will the missing pieces ever fill in?

Thanks to everyone who submitted fics!

[myselfinserts]

“THEY WHAT?!”

Everyone was in a panic when they heard the news. The teachers were all pacing about, pulling at their hair and smacking their heads against the nearest walls. 

Amaryllis was going back to the U.K. at the end of the year. 

“Why are they leaving?!” Hizashi asked. “The home-ec teacher they’re subbing for is planning to retire! I thought you were gonna offer them a full time job here!”

“We have,” Nezu explained. “However, they have to renew their travel licence and to do that, they have to go home and be tested.”

“But they’re coming back, right?” Vlad asked. “Amaryllis has kinda melded into the U.A. family, and the classes all seem to love them.”

“They’re amazingly good with kids,” Cementoss agreed. “It’d be a shame to lose them.”

Ectoplasm nodded. “Especially since Ketsubutsu and Isamu have been offering them positions in the mail as of late. Miss Joke’s been calling to inquire about it.”

“There’s no way they’ll leave,” Midnight assured. “They have plenty of reason to stay-”

“There’s a chance Amaryllis might go to teach at Lucienne’s Hero Academy.”

Aizawa looked up from his papers, a look of horror clear as day on his face. “You’re kidding me.”

Nezu shook his head. “I’m afraid not. I was speaking with the headmistress of the academy earlier this afternoon over video chat. She thinks that Amaryllis would be a fine addition to her staff, so she sent them an offer.”

Everyone erupted into anger. Aizawa was glad Luci was out with Phoenix and L for the day. This was not a scene he wanted them to walk in on. Everyone yelling at Nezu. Asking what do to. These were trained professionals prepared to deal with any and all kinds of situations. But apparently potentially losing a friend and colleague to a rival school overseas was where they lost it.

After ten minutes of arguing, Aizawa had enough.

“QUIET!”

Everyone went silent, watching as he got up and began to leave the room.

“I’ll convince them to stay,” he promised. “Mark my words.”

L and Phoenix stared at them in shock while Tanith let out a little squeak. They figured this might happen. After everything that’d happened in the past few weeks, this was pretty big news.

“Lucienne’s?” L stammered. “You seriously got a position at Lucienne’s?”

“Yeah,” they chuckled. “I guess Parisa really wants me there. Thinks I’d be a good asset. I’m being offered tenure and everything.”

“But Luci,” Phoenix started. “What about U.A.? And all of us here? You seriously gonna go back to the U.K. and just...teach there?”

Luci shrugged, bushing back their bangs. “I don’t know yet. I still have until my retests to decide, so that’s not until January.”

“What about me?” Tanith teased. “You really gonna abandon me, Luci?”

“I haven’t decided if I’ll take the job! Stop acting like I’ve made a choice!”

Ceri brought them their food, rolling his eyes. “You’re really considering it though. And not because the pay is good.” He leveled his stare on them. “If you’re going to make a bid decision, it should be based on what you want to achieve. Not the fear that staying here is going to hurt the person you’ve fallen in love with.”

Luci’s face went bright red. “Ceri-”

“Luci,” L interrupted, typing away on her phone. “We all know how you feel about Shouta. Why leave when you know his feelings are mutual?”

“Bee’ll seriously kick your ass when she shows up and hears this,” Phoenix added. “After all that hard work, like hell she’ll let you leave without Shouta in tow. Either you stay or he goes. Either way, you end up together.”

“It’s...” Luci bit their lip. “It’s not as simple as you think.”

Tanith poked at her soup, nodding in agreement. “I’m kinda on the fence. On the one hand, I get it. Your quirk tends to attract unwanted events and emotions. You wouldn’t wish that on a romantic partner at all. You and me? We’re seen as unlucky. And the last mission didn’t exactly do anything to help prove otherwise.” She smiled, lightly tucking her loose hair behind her pointed ears. “On the other hand, it’s said you only fall in love so many times in life. You shouldn’t let the chance to be happy slip away again, Luci. Regi would want you to move on and be happy with Shouta...”

“And Meatloaf approves of him,” Ceri teased, “so you don’t have to worry about asking your mom if its okay to date him.”

“Look,” Luci sighed. “I know you want me to be happy but...It might be better this way...”

L clicked her phone closed. “Try telling that to Bee. She knows now. And she’s pissed.”

As if on cue, the door to the Secret Felines was kicked down by the strongest Prada heels imaginable. Ceri let out a high pitched gasp as he went over to try and repair it. Bee stormed over, her glasses giving her an added level of tenacity as she bellowed.

“LUCI, YOU BASIC BUBBLEGUM BITCH!”

Oh god, help me. 

Shouta was standing in the living room when Luci returned to the cabin. Meatloaf was asleep on her tower, purring softly. There was a heaviness in the air that neither of them were comfortable with. But someone had to speak first. Someone had to say...anything.

So Shouta took the initiative.

“You’re not going.”

Luci let out a huff as they hung up their coat. “Lunch was great, by the way. Bee says hi.”

“You’re staying at U.A. You’re not going to teach at Lucienne’s. Not unless it’s what you really want to do.”

“Did L and the others put you up to this?” Luci chuckled, walking past him and toward the kitchen. “Because if they did-”

“No.” Shouta reached out and grabbed Luci by the hand, pulling them close. “I’m doing this because it’s about damn time we both had some happiness.”

Luci stared at him confused for a moment before pushing him away. “Look, Shouta-”

He pulled them back, his heart racing rapidly. “If you really want to go back and teach at Lucienne’s, I won’t stop you. But only if it’s something you really want to do. And not because you think you’re going to cause me harm just by hanging around.”

Shouta leaned in and gave Luci a peck on the lips the moment they opened their mouth to object, then rested his forehead against theirs.

"If you insist on believing in things like bad luck, then you should finally get it into that cotton candy head of yours that your bad luck and mine will cancel each other out." 

He sighed, unable to hold back the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Two wrongs can make a right sometimes."

Luci stared at him, pink eyes half-hooded and their freckled face flushed red. It took about a minute before either of them realized that Shouta had them backed up against the wall. But neither of them made an attempt to move. 

“You could do so much better than me,” Luci whispered. “So much better than an unlucky asshole like me.”

“Idiot. That’s my line.” Shouta gently carressed their cheek, his fingers slowly sliding their way upwards and into the silky blue hair as his thumb brushed over the scar under their right eye. His voice softened to a whisper. “Please...Don’t leave me...”

Luci’s hands gently came to cup his face and they pulled him in for a kiss. Light, brief, slowly melting into something warmer. Sweet as honey. Softer than silk. Whatever this was, Shouta craved it. He wasn’t about to let it go. 

Eventually, Luci pulled away to breath, but didn’t make any attempt to get away. 

“If I agree to stay,” they said, “it’s on one condition.”

Shouta answered without question. “Anything.”

“Move into the cabin with me.”

“I’ll be in by Monday.”

Luci smiled. “Perfect.”