#i can't stop fussing over mistakes but i have to be done with it now

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primarchs trying to accommodate for human frailty and getting it wrong. Leman russ thinks you will die of cold when it’s one degree outside so drops a bunch of blankets on you. Sanguinius fussing over a scratch. The lion thinks you’re dying because you’re on your period

yesssss good thank you, I wrote Lion because I haven't done him much and I think him being any sort of worried is funny.

Lion El'Jonson x Gn!Reader

“Lion, I'm fine-” you repeat, being carried unusually gingerly in his arms towards the Medicae.

He grumbles, scowling down at you with a furrowed brow. “You can't know anything of the sort. Your brain is probably irreparably damaged, and now you are even less intelligent than before.” He gruffed.

You'd made the apparently grievous mistake of tripping and bumping your head off a table. You have a small bruise on your forehead, and felt fine. It was barely a bump.

But Lion watched it happen with the same expression you imagine he'd have if he watched you be torn asunder by demons in front of him. It was actually incredibly disconcerting to witness, as you've never otherwise seen him emote more than annoyance, or at his happiest, neutrality. (Including in the bedroom. A nonplussed look and a smack on the ass was all you received as a “good job” before he'd leave without a word.)

He had moved faster than your baseline eyes could track to scoop you off the floor, and rushed off toward the medicae to “get brain scans” and “stop the bleeding before it was too late”, he'd informed you between insults to your ability to walk across a flat floor and lack of self preservation.

You sigh and gently poke at the bruise. It wasn't even a bump, it barely hurt. Lion growled a deep rumble from his chest, the noise rattling through your body pressed against him, and quickly tugged your hand to your side.

“Stop prodding it. You're probably poking yourself right in the brain. It's like you want to become more helpless and weak.” He snapped, the arm carrying you squeezing you slightly closer to his chest.

He slams a hand against the door control for the medicae, and strides right passed the shocked and confused personnel, walking you back to an empty bed and placing you on your back with a gentleness you've never seen from him, as if he's afraid you'll shatter if he touches you wrong.

He whirls on the baffled medics. “Well? Can't you see they're grievously injured?” He snaps, voice carrying the full force of his authoritative tone. The medics all jump, rushing to examine you, then exchanged confused looks between themselves and your body as they examine you.

“I- um- my Lord, there doesn't seem to be anything….?” One nervously says, looking you over.

He grumbles a noise, pointing at your barely formed bruise. “Useless! Is this the best my legion offers for its baselines? Obviously I'm talking of the gaping head wound!” He snarls.

The medics all share a long, drawn pause, gazes slowly following his gesture to your forehead. They all seem to have it click at once, and scurry to work.

“Apologies my Lord-” the head medic stammers, looking a bit confused still but clearly valuing his head being attached to his shoulders. “We didn't mean to miss such a- a serious injury…” he says, ordering the surrounding medics to prepare various brain scans.

You sigh, rolling your eyes and slumping back against the pillows. Lion just huffs with annoyance. “See to it.” He growls, plopping himself on chair next to your bed, making it groan under his weight. “I'm going to be watching every step so you can not fail further.” He grumbles. Giving you a sideways glance, then looking pointedly away from you, he slowly places a large, warm hand on your arm. You raise a brow, but say nothing, having to hold back a smirk less he sulk off in embarrassment.

He pouts, still glaring at the wall. “… be comforted.” He commands, tone softer than you'd ever heard. You can't hold back the chuckle that escapes, making him glare at you sharply, still pouting. “Ah. Delirium. This is where it starts.” He says sadly, patting your arm. “I shall… notice your absence…” he mumbles gravely. He only shakes his head sadly when that only makes you laugh harder.

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Only for you

Dark!yandere Marc Spector x gn!reader

Category: Twisted Letter - I recommend you read the informations for twisted letters first ->here<- if you haven't already.

Summary: Reader has escaped from Marc and he's on the hunt.

Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: Threats, hints of captivity, yandere themes, possessive Marc, reckless Marc, dark themes, use of sedatives, mention of kidnapping.

Hi troublemaker,

You've done a big mistake, honey. Do you really think I wouldn't go after you if you escaped? Why did you even run in the first place? Didn't I promise I would keep you safe forever and take care of you? You're an ungrateful little brat...

I should have known you were up to something, you were so good the past few days it made you suspicious. You were just biding your time and strike when the moment was right, didn't you?

But all that doesn't matter anymore, I know I can't trust you now - or atleast you have hell of a job to do that will make me forgive you and give you atleast some trust back.

Do you know how worried I was when I discovered you ran away? How furious? You know exactly how I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt and this is how you repay me?

I swear once I have you back I will not let you out of my sight again, so there's that. But I will think about to cuff you to your bed so you won't be able to make any fuss.

And I really hope for you that you're atleast smart and don't run back to your house again, because that's the first place I'll check. Don't think you can run forever, I will get you back where you belong and you will learn to accept it.

Oh and I wouldn't recommend calling the cops, they can't stop me, not even the goddamn army can. The only thing they can do is stand in my way. And once I've tracked you down it's over for you.

You know I would go through hell for you. After I first kidnapped you I felt guilty, I admit that. But you had to have someone in your life who will protect you. I am the only one, and once I set my mind on something, I will go after it, and rightnow that's you. I promise once you're back I will improve security measures to make sure you stay put. That includes a fingerprint lock for the front door.

But don't worry, at first I will take away a few privileges, but if you behave and be good again I will give them back to you. And in return I expect you stay with me and don't scurry away, or else I might have to remove some of your privileges permanently...

I really hope you understand why I went after you. To keep you safe. I can be the sweetest and most loving guy in the world, but I can also be your worst nightmare. And trust me, you don't want to see that side of me...

And if I catch you, you better come peacefully or I won't hesistate to use sedatives on you.

Wherever you are rightnow I hope you know it's only a matter of time before you'll be back in my arms. And if someone tries to take you away from me, I'll teach them not to mess with me. If you got hurt I will take such good care of your wounds.

Lastly, I hope you understand that I'm doing this all for you. Only for you...

--Marc Spector

[1i2love-7myself]

If you take requests based on songs, is it alright if I could request haechan x male reader based on the song kiss later by yeojin of loona, where the reader isn't ready for his first kiss yet by the end of it he's ready for it https://colorcodedlyrics.com/2017/02/03/yeojin-loona-kiss-later-kiseuneun-daeume/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMMJk-LLoa8

Ready or not

Working was... a bit hard in your shoes. You were stressed because you needed to write some presentation for work which was already at its limit. Haechan yelling and whatnot didn't help either but, he was playing some game with his friends so you couldn't really get mad at him.

You eventually got sick of it and yelled "Chan, can you hush please? I'm working!" But he didn't reply, only continuing to yell at his friends. His stubborn behavior angered you so much that you actually got up, made your way into his room and started to make a big fuss about him.

Haechan stared at you with a shocked expression on his face from your fuss, eyes widened with a parted mouth. He's never seen you so... angry with him but the fact that you didn't notice he had headphones on was a bit funny.. so funny that he let out a soft giggle which caught you off guard

"Why are you laughing--?" You asked, anger silently taking over. Haechan stood up and pointed at his headphones on his head. Now this was where embarrassment takes over... how stupid was it to just assume that he heard you.. you hated that feeling. You face palmed yourself, letting out an airy laugh "Ahh.. haechan I didn't know--" you said. "It's okay, we all make mistakes- I just can't believe you yelled like that-- fucking crazy." He said before laughing.

You smacked his arm but no harm was done since it was a gentle smack. Haechan ignored your antics and just continued laughing but when he saw your expression, he slowly stopped and lowered his head "I'm sorry for yelling so loud.. I didn't know you were working..." he said, looking back up at you. "It's alright, just like you said, we all make mistakes." You said.

Haechan nodded his head. Now you two were just staring at each other for a minute before haechan eyed your lips, biting on the inside of his cheek. You knew exactly what he was doing "Haechan- I know I'm your boyfriend but please stop looking at me like that you pervert." "But, I wanna kiss you!" He said "I'm not ready, you're going to have to wait till I'm ready.." you said.

Soon after, you and haechan had some fun on the game he was playing but you couldn't help but think about the fact that Haechan wanted to kiss you.. you felt ready but i guess something said 'dont rush, take your time.'

[storywriter12]

The babysitting disaster

So this is another house fanfic it's huddy and a little of hilson at the end I hope you enjoy it

He wished now he didn't ask her but he was pressured into doing so, so one night he went to her door and asked her on a date she said yes but only if he will look after rachael whilst she worked he of course said yes but wasn't thrilled with the idea and blamed Wilson but if course Wilson thought it was an amazing idea

(cuddy) as I came in from the snow holding the baby carrier I saw house I walked to him, oh I actually thought you wasn't going to come in today and avoid this like the plague he looked me up and down and shook his head "of course I wasn't if this is what I have to do for you to come out with me I suppose I'll do it" I smiled handing the baby carrier to him. Now Rachel you are going to spend today with uncle house be good I said kissing her and walking off

(house) I looked down. At the baby who looked at me uhh OK let's get this over with I got to my office placing the baby onto the table everyone looked at me. It's a little deal I have to do so cuddy will go on a date with me

(forman) and she left you to look after a baby? As I said that the baby cried

(house) uh now look what you've done I said shhh … , shhh I picked up the baby rocking it back and forth everyone stared at me what? Forman shook his head

One hour later

(house) whilst the team was running tests I sat on my chair switching on cartoons for the baby who stared at the colours with amazement she then started to fuss. It's OK sweetheart I picked her up standing up and carrying her around the room making funny noises was the only way to not make her cry

(cuddy) I went to check on house and when I walked up to his office and was about to go in I stopped seeing Rachel laughing and house smiling. It melted my heart. I watched for a little longer how Rachel held his face as he held her up in the air and she smiled. I walked away going back to do paper work

One hour later

House was on clinic duty he took the baby in the rooms with him which was a big mistake because everytime he would ask questions the patient would pay more attention to the baby but he wasn't complaining it made him do less work

(reception) Dr house a note for You

(house) grate I placed the carrier down taking the note i then went to go and refill my vicodin I walked back and looked around…. Where did the baby go? I asked the woman shook her head. I rolled my eyes going back to my office, OK very funny where is she? I asked come on this isn't funny cuddy will fire me

(13)We don't know what you are talking about . I looked at him and he had no baby with him. Oh my god you lost the baby?

(house) no.. No, the baby is fine, look she's here, can't you see her? Well I missed place her and I Need you guys to help me find her

(forman) house we have a patient and why should we help?

(house) is the patient dying? "no we just put her on meds she is getting better" kutner said see and also if you don't. Help me and I get fired. You will be out of a job because we both know that you can't work anywhere else. He nodded, "OK guys let's find this baby" he said all of them stood up. Listen if any of you see cuddy just tell her that the baby is fine they nodded walking off.

Hour later

(13) she's not in the toilets she's not in the ER I had to lie to Cameron I said

(Taub) she's not outside

(forman) we should be telling cuddy if someone else took her a stranger we should at least call security

(13)if we do that cuddy will know come on let's keep looking

(house) I checked the corridors and that's when I bumped into cuddy ahhh!!! "house?" um hi

(cuddy) where's Rachel?

(house) um she is… Is That a new top you really do subduing me at work don't you?

(cuddy) no it's old you know that wait a minute where is rachel?

(house) I….i….. I Don't have her I said to cuddy who looked panicked

(cuddy) what do you mean house? What do you mean you don't have her?

(house) I…. I…. I, I huff cuddy you see (gets cut off from baby fussing) I looked to my side seeing Wilson holding her I wave of relief went over me

(Wilson) house there you are I changed her for you I said handing her to cuddy I smiled

(house) that's what I meant when I said I didn't have her I ment I didn't have her at the moment

(cuddy) I smiled. That's fine I'm glad you looked after her today house why don't we make time you can pick me up? He nodded I walked off

(Wilson) you are welcome

Hours later

(house) I opened the door to Wilson's office walking in where did you find her? I asked he stopped writing looking up at me

(Wilson) one of my patients found her in the lobby she gave her to me

(house) why didn't you give her back? I asked

(Wilson) I don't know, I shrugged "oh my god!" what?

(house) you're jealous "what no!" you don't like the thought of me being with cuddy I smiled wow you took her didn't you? so I could look bad

(Wilson) no house I didn't take her I huff "everyone is right you totally like me" I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out "uh thank you" what?

(house) You could have said something to cuddy but you didn't so thank you I said walking to the door and I was about to shut it before I heard "you owe me a date to" he said I turn back. Do I? I asked with a smirk on my face I nodded OK you pick out where you wanna go and I'll take you.

(Wilson) you'll get lucky with me even if you don't with …. Cuddy I, said feeling myself blush

(house) lucky me, see you then I said walking out of his office

[originaltyphoonkryptonite]

Chapter 18: Monster-in-Law Vs. Batfamily

Zella pov

A lady in her 40s to 50s is staring right at us. Her blond hair was in a weird wave that ended at her shoulders. Her pearl earrings looked like they were clumped together with just glue. Her black dress spoke of no nonsense and her brown eyes held no warmth.

I stood there shocked and a little afraid as I see my mother glaring right at us. She starts to storm right up to us but Gus pulls me to his side with his arm around my shoulders.

"Nora, I would say it is a pleasure to see you but that would be lying.", Gus glares at his daughter.

"Father, move aside. I need to speak with my daughters.", she glares right back.

"You lost the right to call Zella your daughter when you gave up your right as a mother to her."

"I had no choice!", she growls as she stops in front of Gus and me. "She almost killed her sister!"

"Mother! Stop this. What happened in the past was my fault and my fault alone. Stop blaming Zella!", Aileen says.

"Stay  out of this!", Nora spits out. "Move father."

"No.", Gus glares harder. "How did you even get inside? Aileen was able to because she had a invitation with my own handwriting on it."

"I used the envelope that the letter came in and simply said I was the bride's mother."

Throughout this, I was shaking and just wishing to be in Dick's arms. I was so scared I can't even speak.

"I'll only ask once, leave now Nora.", Gus says while herding me to go back to the party.

"I am not done!", Nora yells while lunching herself forward and grabbing onto my hair.

"Ouch!", I yelp when I felt her pull me towards her by my hair.

"Nora!" "Mother!", Gus and Aileen yell out.

"Both of you shut up!", she snarls right before she slaps me.

I whimper as I hold my left hand to my left cheek. Sadly, Nora noticed that hand had my wedding ring on so she grabbed my wrist and pulled it right to her face.

"Why do you have something like this!?", she growls.

"B-because I w-was just m-married", I whimper out.

"What?", she said very calmly.

"L-let go.", I said. Big mistake.

"Who would want to marry a monster such as you!? I wish I never even gave birth to you monster!", she yells as she tightens her hold on my wrist.

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Dick pov (At the exact time Gus and Zella met Aileen)

I was laughing at Jason who was currently dancing with Alfred. Reason being that he made the mistake of admitting forgetting how to ballroom dance in Alfred's hearing. I notice that Cippia is staring at something before letting out one soft growl. Before I could even ask, he jumped into a shadow. I figured it had something to do with Zell, so I went to the area I saw Gus take her to. Lucky for me no one else noticed so don't have to worry about Zella feeling like she caused a fuss. I reach the area where they are just as I hear Zella yelp out in pain.

I had to grab Cippia's collar as he burst out next to me. I didn't want to take any rash actions in case if it was just as simple as a stubbed toe. Peering around the corner, I frown when I see Zella holding her left cheek before this crazy looking lady grabs her wrist to glare at her wedding ring. I listened to what was happened before interfering. "Cippia if I let go, get Bruce. OK?", I whispered to Cippia.

He nods before we go back to listening.

"Why do you have something like this!?", she growls.

I hear Zell whimper out the reason and I was unnerved when the lady was calm when she heard it.

"Who would want to marry a monster such as you!? I wish I never even gave birth to you monster!", she yells out.

That is when I let go of Cippia and come out. "Well I am glad you did give birth to her. If you hadn't I would never had met or fallen in love with her.", I said as walked out.

I walk over to Zell and her 'Mother'. I grab the woman's wrist and yank it off of Zell. Then I move Zell's sleeve up to check her wrist. It had a hand-shaped bruise on it beginning to form. I then check her cheek and see the mark on her face.

"Who do you think you are?!", the lady yells at me.

I turn to glare at her. " Dick Grayson, Zella's husband." I wrap a arm around Zell's waist, the other around her shoulders, and pull her close to my side.

I see her face go pale before becoming red. "I highly doubt it! And even if you were, a child of Bruce Wayne would have better taste in women!"

"I think he has a good taste." I hear Bruce come up behind me and I have a small smile before putting my face into netrual. "Nora Douglas, I believe?"

"Bruce Wayne, a pleasure.", she says before glancing at Gus who was in front of the other lady, almost shielding her. "I had no idea that my father knew you. We could have done business together."

"Not likely.", Damian says as he appears to stand right next to Zella to the side. "Not with the information we have on your family."

I notice that Tim and Jason are standing behind Bruce along with Alfred. Cass, Duke, and Stephine are right next to Cippia. Perks of the guests being heroes, married to, or know we are heroes is that they understand if all of us suddenly disappear.

"W-what information?", Nora asked pale once again.

Alfred steps foreword while holding a folder that he hands to Bruce. Bruce opens it and begins to read it out loud.

"Nora Douglas, CEO of Douglas Inc. while your husband is vice president. Only to have one registered daughter. Claims that the first one was stillborn when in reality you bribed the doctors to write it that way in the medical report because when the baby was born, a shadow in the room moved towards her as she cried and seem to form wisps to lash out to protect her. The shadow only stopped when she stopped crying because Gus Hodges takes her out of her father, Eric Douglas' hands. The baby felt soothed in her grandfather's arms and fell asleep. That was the only time Gus ever got to hold his first ever granddaughter."

"You waited until I left to room to bribe the doctors. I can't believe that you are like this. Your mother and I raised you right.", Gus says as he glares at her from next to Alfred's side.

"How do you know that this is true? It could be made up!" Nora growls.

"After that, you never let the child be seen in public and had her home-schooled. All her tutors where sworn to secrecy.", Bruce begins again. "Things continued like this until Zella reached 11 years old. Due to a accident outside when the sun had set, her younger sister had a wisp of shadow in her heart. You then made a deal with Lex Luthor. You give him Zella and he would cure your other daughter. He did so by using light to dispel the shadow since Zella had no real control over them yet so it had no chance against the light. On the day before Luthor was to come collect his new subject for weapons production, Zella ran away. You knew that is what Luthor would do with her. You willingly gave your daughter to a man that would treat her like a test subject to make weapons.", he shuts the file with a snap and a glare at Nora.

I just squeeze Zell's shoulders when I felt her hug me.

Nora's face became even more red then The Red Hood's helmet. "So what!?", she yells. "That thing is no child of mine! There are no freaks in my bloodline!"

"Bawhahahahaha!", was heard as everyone turns to look at Gus who was laughing.

"Wh-what's so funny!?", Nora screams.

"Fact of the matter is.....I do have powers Nora. And so did you late Mother."

[ageoffeet]

A Case of You - Sam Kiszka smut

a/n: you guys.. this is absolutely deplorable. this is my first time ever writing smut and I can't believe this came out of me. I literally had to keep taking water breaks in between writing this

synopsis: Sam is your drug dealer and you go to pick up some....weed 😳.

word count: little over 2k (I'm a long winded bitch)

warnings: absolute filth, seriously minors dni, mentions of drugs, and sex, sex, sex

taglist: @way-to-go-lad @flowervanfleet @tripthelight-fanfic

"I'm so sorry, y/n. It was a huge mistake, I don't even know what I was thinking.." You drown out the words hitting you in the worst way. Two years. Two years of believing that this was it, that this is who you're going to marry and settle down with eventually.

"I just need my stuff back." You pause for a second, making sure he heard you over his blabbering and then turn to walk away. You ignore all the pleas being thrown at you and get back in your car, ready to drive away and forget that this even happened.

For once, you turn off the radio in your car. The same car you first kissed him in. No, you can't think of things like that or you'll never heal. You can't even bring yourself to cry. Did you see this coming? Did some messed up part of you know that this had happened long before he got the guts to tell you about it?

The strum of a guitar and a few bangs on a snare coming from your phone pulls you out of your heavy thoughts. Your brother's ringtone. You laugh a little at the memory of why you have that ringtone for him. You slide your finger across the screen to answer.

"Hey...um so I heard what happened," you let out a shaky breath in response and wait in silence for him to say something else. Word travels fast when you live in a small town.

"Do you wanna smoke or something?" A light laugh escapes from your lips at your brother's idea of coping.

"Yeah, I think that would make me feel better."

"Okay well um, I'm all out but I'll send you money if you wanna go pick some up?" His caring only went so far. You really don't want to see your brother's dealer right now. The few times you went over with him to buy something, you couldn't keep your eyes off of the man. Sam. Between his inability to fully button up any shirt and his long brown hair that he ran his fingers through whenever he saw you, you had to force yourself to stay away from him.

"Really don't wanna see Sam right now," you mumble into your phone.

"Aw come on, Sammy is cool. Plus, he always gives a little extra and grinds it up for me when you come with. He'll probably give it to you for free if it's just you buying." You roll your eyes. So that's why he wants you to go.

"Ok fine. How much should I get?" You aren't the marijuana expert, you leave that to your brother. You usually just steal from him anyway.

"Uhhh get an eighth. See you in a bit." You let him hang up without a fuss and shake your head.

You find Sam's contact in your phone and type out the only message you've ever sent him.

- hey can I come by and pick up some stuff?

You loose a breath and wait for a response. You don't wanna show up unannounced.

Your phone dings and you ignore the rapid beating of your heart as you read his reply.

-yeah of course I'll get some ready for you :)

You can't help but feel the warmth wash over you from his words. You yank down your visor and stare at your reflection in the compact mirror.

You had done your makeup for a date with...well that wasn't important anymore. The winged eyeliner and blush high on your cheeks still sat perfectly despite all the pain you felt inside. You had worn jean shorts and his favorite shirt of yours, a black tank top that showed off your cleavage. You find yourself wondering what she was wearing that night to make your boyfriend want her so bad.

You tousle up your hair in an attempt to stop thinking such things and drove your way to Sam's apartment.

-

After shifting your weight to either foot, not knowing how to stand to do something as simple as buying weed, you force yourself to rap your knuckles on the white door.

The door swung open to reveal Sam in his usual attire, a half buttoned-up shirt that had a pattern of maroon and black diamonds, layers of necklaces filling up the empty space on his exposed chest, skinny jeans, and no shoes.

"Hey," he steps out of the door frame and nods his head to tell you to come inside. In the corner of the living room he has his vinyl collection and a record playing quietly. You walk closer to see who was playing and smile when you saw the cover for Blue by Joni Mitchell.

"Great taste," you comment, not looking up to see where he is.

"Thanks. It's one of my favorites."

You slyly turn up the volume and turn your back to the record player to take in the rest of the room. He must have some incense lit somewhere because it smells like lavender every time you breathe in. Not that you're complaining.

"So I just went ahead and rolled some blunts for you cause I know you suck at it," Sam sucks in a laugh as he hands you a baggy with three perfectly rolled joints.

"Thanks," you roll your eyes playfully and stare at the baggy to avoid his fervid stare. "What do I owe you?" You fumble in your pants pocket for your loose cash when you feel his warm hand land on your arm.

"Don't worry about it. It's just some extra I had lying around anyway."

You feel heat rising to your cheeks when he doesn't remove his hand from your arm.

"Isn't that bad for business?" His eyes meet yours again and he slowly moves his hand back to his side.

"Why don't you stay and smoke one with me and I'll take that as payment," his eyes glance to your lips then settle back on your eyes. He's never been so bold before but you just chalk it up to the cannabis in his system.

"Sam..are you flirting with me?" You question, only half joking. He lets out a breath intended for a laugh and his eyes drift back down to your lips.

"Have been since the first time you came over but thanks for noticing." You can't take the tension anymore. He moves closer inch by inch, giving you time to say no and walk away but that isn't in your plans. Annoyed at his slow speed, you reach your hand up to his brown locks and tug just at the nape of his neck. He suppresses a moan at the contact and you feel yourself bring your legs closer together to alleviate some of the tension he's causing between them.

He swiftly connects his lips to yours and hums in your mouth, bringing his slender hands to rest on your hips.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Your mind races at the question but you have no doubts in your mind. You quickly nod your head at him, earning a low laugh.

"I'm going to need you to use your words, princess," this shouldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening.

"Yes, Sam. I want you to fuck me," pleased by your answer he attaches his lips to your neck and starts nipping and sucking at the skin. "Please." You whimper, causing him to rut his hips against you.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to have you underneath me, fucking you into a writhing mess." You mewl at his words and grip onto him tighter, needing him to take you already.

He leads you into his room, which you haven't gotten the opportunity to see before but before you get a chance to look at the posters on the wall, he crashes his lips into yours again. He gently pushes you onto the bed and wastes no time in climbing on top of you, his knee between your legs. You never thought of yourself as desperate, but when he unclasps your bra and attaches his mouth to your nipple, you press your heat against his knee like your life depends on it.

Without moving away from your breasts, he slides his hand down your body tantalizingly slow and pops open the button to your shorts. You eagerly lift your hips to help him pull them down your body and throw them on the floor. His finger delicately drags up your clothed core, no doubt feeling how wet you already are.

Without missing a beat, he moves from your nipple and starts leaving open mouth kisses on your stomach, setting your skin on fire. Your breath hitches in your throat at the titillating view of his face in front of your heat with his eyes boring into yours. He steadily hooks his fingers into your panties and starts pulling them down, giving you plenty of time to push him away.

"Don't stop," you gasp. That's all the confirmation he needs. He quickly yanks them the rest of the way off and places a kiss on the inside of each thigh before delving his face into your core. Your fingers shoot out to grip onto his hair at the sudden contact and you can feel him groan into you. You were seeing stars. It was downright filthy the way he lapped and sucked at your clit.

You could feel that pressure building in your stomach and you gripped onto his mane even tighter.

"Sammy, I'm gonna-"

Before you can even finish your words, he buries two fingers into you and curves them upwards, hitting the perfect spot. Your orgasm washes over you, his tongue still on you the whole time. As you come down from your high, you start to notice your surroundings. Holy shit. You just let your brother's plug eat you out. Even worse, you enjoyed it. You want to bask in this moment and take it as far as you can before the regret starts settling in.

You use your fingers still entangled in his hair to lead his face back up to yours. He wipes your juices off of his face with the back of his hand and starts kissing your cheek.

You can't wait anymore. You reach down between your bodies and feel his cock straining against his jeans. You quickly make work of unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down his legs along with his boxers. He kicks them the rest of the way off of his legs and rolls off of you to grab something out of his bedside table.

"I'm on the pill," you blurt out. You probably should let him put on a condom but you wanted to feel him with nothing in the way.

"You sure?" He searches your face for any sign of doubt and when seeing you nod your head, he grabs your hips and places you on top of him.

"Are you sure?" You question before you lower yourself onto him.

"Baby, I've never been so sure of anything." That must've been the right answer because it urges you to set yourself down, letting him stretch you in the best way. After a moment to adjust to his size, he digs his fingers into your hips and whispers, "move."

You bounce yourself up and down, savoring the feeling of him hitting all the right spots and his fingers no doubt leaving bruises on your hips. He looks up at you through hooded eyes and bites his lip at the sight of you. Before long at all, you could feel your second orgasm building up. He must've been able to tell because he lifted you up slightly and started thrusting up into you at a speed that had you seeing double.

"Cum for me." He grunts out and he doesn't have a chance to say it again before you're tightening around him and letting a chorus of curses and his name fall from your lips. You feel his hips falter a moment later and he releases into you, the sight of his orgasm face enough to make you cum all by itself.

After you both have a moment to catch your breaths and calm down, you pull yourself off of him, letting out a small whine at the loss of contact. Your back hits the mattress beside him and he promptly gets up and walks into the bathroom. You hear water running then he's walking back into the room with a wet washcloth. You thank him and clean yourself up as he lies back down next to you and nuzzles his face into your hair.

"Just to clarify, I still want to take you on a date or something."

You laugh out loud, the bizarreness of the situation finally setting in and turn to meet his stare.

"Just to clarify, I would love that."

[nexyra]

RWBY's Love Language - Part 2

Hello friend ! I'm back at it with a second part and whatever character I can think of ! (Among which best boy Oscar because he deserves it, and also more adults)

Let's go !

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Oscar Pine

So ! While I love Oscar with my whole heart, honestly guessing his Love Language is no easy feat. One thing for sure : touch isn't is thing even if it's how everyone else chose to communicate their love.

I saw a post a while back detailing how Oscar is always putting his hands up as a barrier when he's scared or uncomfortable and that makes me cry a little instead but it's true TT. Anyway...

In the latest volumes we've got quite a bit of comforting Oscar-talks but I have to wonder how much of that is due to Ozpin's influence really. As a result I've decided to settle on... Acts of Service or Quality Time ! This is based on a few details : when people are upset with him in one shape or form, Oscar was always very eager to prove himself useful, give some aspect of concrete help (such as cooking a Casserole, ringing any bell ?). Plus I imagine that's the exact brand of help his Aunt would have needed most on a farm. Added to that, he always seems fairly happy to be included, be with the others no matter what's going on. Training ? Yay ! A movie with Jaune & Weiss ? Smiling puppy look. Fancy party ? Shenanigans together ! So yea, I love seeing my boy loved and hugged but please everyone settle for the loving he's most comfortable with <3

“She made a choice! A choice to put others before herself! So do I.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I thought you guys would appreciate a hot meal after... spending all day looking for me, apparently.”

“No, it's okay. These past few days, I've been scared of the same things you were. I don't know how much longer I'm going to be... me. But I did some thinking, and I do know that I want to do everything I can to help with whatever time I have left.”

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Ozpin

For our favorite immortal wizard aka not quite dead Headmaster... I think the answer is rather obvious. When you're so careful with your words, but also so fiercely devoted to humanity, Words of Affirmation is a must. Ozpin constantly does his best to calm, to reassure. He's good at controlling the conversation and getting people where he wants... Except he more often than not use it to make them think and help them reach an healing ore motivating conclusion. This man is so insisten on giving and cultivating hope, so painfully aware of just how much words can change... There's no doubt in my mind that it's through these very same words that he tries to fight the darkness in others' mind, even when they don't want to let themselves be persuaded. And with some help from the farmboi, Ozpin is gaining in honesty and earnestness. And that can only help in giving comfort.

But to be honest... If you offer him a hug I doubt he'd refuse, and he definitely deserves one. Also therapy. For Oscar too. Everyone in therapy 2k21.

“Ruby. I've made more mistakes than any man, woman, and child on this planet. But at this moment I would not consider your appointment to leader to be one of them. Do you?”

“It's not every day that friends are able to come together like this. Time has a way of testing our bonds, but it's nights like these that can help keep them stronger than ever. Nights like these are ones we'll never forget.”

“Don't worry, Mr. Arc. Your journey is far from over, and the same might be said for all of you. Unlocking your Semblance isn't the end. It can still grow and evolve. Providing you are willing to put in the work, who knows what could happen?”

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Emerald Sustrai

Now here I'm gonna go ahead and say that the way Emerald has been taught to express her love and the way SHE would rather preffered to be loved most likely do not align. At the side of someone like Cinder, and even Mercury who isn't exactly the most emotionally vulnerable person; the only brand of love that gets an easy pass is Acts of Service, and that's probably what Emerald is the most used to. I can go on a mission with you. I can help. We go right back to the "I can be useful" mentality and I'm not sure she's been shown any other way honestly. Let's be real though : if someone offered a hug or some gentle words ? She'd probably pout & fuss but I hardly doubt she'd object.

“I don't care about Salem! But I owe Cinder everything. You want to fight her that bad? Be my guest.”

“I just... Cinder was the only family I ever had. She cared about me, taught me things... But without her here, I don't know if what we're doing--”

“I've been working on my Semblance. I can help. I won't tell anybody.”

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Pyrrha Nikos

What's with everyone and dedicating their whole love toward just helping their teammates anyway they can ?! Stop ! But any way, you guessed it. I'm pretty sure one of Pyrrha's top way of showing love is Acts of Service, and nothing means quite as much to her as Quality Time. For someone who's been put on a pedestal and has a hard time relating to people; both touch and words can be a bit awkward. But if they're wrapped up neatly in a training session or semblance explanations ? Well that's already a more familiar area. Pyrrha gives her whole to her friends and those she cares about. And in exchange, if anyone can simply... be there and spend time with her... May it be at the ball or simply sitting in the courtyard... I'm sure our girl would be delighted.

“Jaune, you know if you ever need help, you can just ask.”

“I'm constantly surrounded by love and praise; but when you're placed on a pedestal like that for so long, you become separated from the people that put you there in the first place. But thanks to you, I've made friendships that will last a lifetime.”

“I'll do it. If you believe this will help humanity, then I will become your Fall Maiden.”

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Qrow Branwen

If I say Gift Giving for the corvid, is someone gonna hit me ? Come on it's fun ! Okay, more seriously... I think this kind of love conversation is kind of a necessity for Qrow. With a semblance such as Bad Luck, making everything complicated... Qrow tries to keep his distance from those he cares about. And since he's an emotionally repressed (but caring) asshole on top of it... Well that kinda narrows down his option. You know what DOESN'T put anyone at risk but can still bring smiles on their face ? GIFTS. Shiny things, souvenirs from his missions all over the world to give to 2 smol nieces. Sounds safe right ? That said, as any good emotionally unavailable character in this show, I gotta say Qrow probably has a thing for helping out and making himself useful in relation to Oz, Tai or the rest of the inner circle. So you know what that means *whisper* Acts of Service.

That said ! When it comes to receiving some love back... Qrow probably likes everything he doesn't allow himself to have. Soft touches, loving & comforting words, spending time with a friend without his semblance making everything complicated... We know that's all he wants.

“You idiot. I know you didn't do this.”

“Look, pal, I'm not sure who you are, but you need to leave my niece alone.”

“No one wanted me... I was cursed... I gave my life to you because you gave me a place in this world... I thought I was finally doing some good...”

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Clover Ebi

And among our newbies (and gone too soon) friends we have Clover ! Clover was a very good contrast to our dusty old crow but also a great help. Kind-hearted, perceptive and honest; he knew just how to put Qrow's self-loathing in his place and push him to give himself some credit. He always had a nice word or a joke for everyone, and visibly the rock of the Ace Ops : an expert a keeping the moral up and the mood companiable. Evidently, Words of Affirmation was his expertise. Had things gone differently, I'm sure we'd have had time for many more earnest and helpful conversations with this teal-eyed fisherman.

“It's a good thing they had someone to look up to and get them through it. Not everyone is so lucky.”

“I meant deflect a compliment. Those kids wouldn't be where they are without you. You've had more of an effect on them than you realize.”

“We don't have to fight, friend.”

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Winter Schnee

And today in the "emotionally unavailable" category we have... Winter Schnee ! TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS PEOPLE ! Just - I would say look at Ruby but even she doesn't talk about her bad vibes... Nor does any of the "Words of Affirmation" peeps. Honestly what's wrong with y'all people ? Anyway Winter cares so much. Is it hidden behind professionalism and a stern *big sister* demeanour ? Sure. But it doesn't negate just how much she loves her closed ones. She's fiercely loyal, and even if she doesn't let her personal feelings get in the way of her duty and doing what needs to be done, no one is allowed to say she doesn't care. Countrary to Weiss, Winter doesn't seem as good nor as aware of the love that exists in simply *being* with people. Rather, she's dutiful and ready to help any way she can when given the chance. You guessed it, yet another Acts of Service kind of love... Maybe I'm doing this wrong XD. I'm on the fence about Words of Affirmation as well. Despite her standoffish looks, Winter has always been very open & reassuring during her discussions with Penny. But she's more stern when it comes to Weiss so I dunno x)

“I don't recall asking about your ranking, I'm asking how you've been. Are you eating properly? Have you taken up any hobbies? Are you making new friends?”

“You've grown up a bit, haven't you? You're not the little girl clinging to the family name anymore.”

“You can't just buy trust like everything else! You have to earn it!”

And that's it for Part 2 ! I might do some other characters if people suggest some but I don't have a pressing need to right now. I have many ideas of songs to apply to various characters however so that's prob what my next posts will consist of (or fun templates)

If anyone has tips to create RWBY gifs or links to download the eps in good quality I'll take it ! Good day everyone !

[meenah-chan]

Quintessence

A Lucifer x MC's Over-protective! Sister fanfic

3.17k words

Genre: Angst

Trigger warnings: mentions violence, self-inflictions; read at your own discretion.

Chapter 1: click here

Chapter 2: click here

"If there's anyone who will understand her, it's you. So I'll leave her to you..."

"Don't touch me, you monster!"

Chapter 3

*scribbles scribbles*

" ...I could never forgive myself for what happened."

*scribbles scribbles*

"Let's just say that a drive to protect MC and a drive to live are two different things. And I've been searching for the latter to no avail." Lucifer sighs from the lack of focus on his work. Her words replays on his thoughts countless of times already. He couldn't seem to take her off his mind this past few days.

Since that morning, she acts like her usual self. It is a good thing. It is a good thing that his forceful interrogation didn't cause trouble.

He shouldn't bother dwelling on it anymore. He shouldn't be, but... Acting like nothing happened is far more disturbing... He combs his fingers through his locks, deep in thought.

"...fer... Lucifer!" A sensation on his shoulder brought him back to reality. "Are you okay?" His orbs, traces the hand atop his shoulder to the aquamarine eyes, observing him.

"...No, it's nothing. I was just thinking about something." He massaged between his brows.

"You should rest if your tired." Her worry shows between her brows.

"I'll finish this. We're almost done anyways... More importantly, do you have any concerns?"

"Ahh, I already finished my part. Please do check it." He picked up the papers she gave. Despite what happened, she actually continued helping him with his works, which made everything easier.

"Hmm, you did well. You may leave now. I'll take a break once I'm done."

"Then, how about having a tea? I prepared some cookies a while ago." She placed her palms atop his desk, as if persuading him.

"Cookies?"

"Yeah, as an apology and thank you gift." A light shade of pink tinted her cheek for a second didn't went unnoticed by the demon.

"Huh? Did you do something I'll get angry for once?"

"I just felt bad I doubt you when we first met. I even tied you with me in a pact. And I'm glad you and your brothers are there to keep my sister safe. Thank you." She smiled at him sincerely. The one he could only see her flash for her sibling.

"That's fine by me."

"Then, I'll be waiting by the garden." Once a thud of the door was heard in the room, another sigh escaped his lips.

It's reasonable she's always on my mind, I've been spending more time with her after all. And I have less work to worry about that she took over its spot... Propping his forehead on his clasped knuckles, he tried to make sense of his current sentiments.

"... Let's get this all done or the tea might get cold." He moves his hands to work faster. Spending a bit more time alone with her is not so bad anyways...

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Spending time alone with her is not the right term. As soon as he arrives at the garden, the rowdy bunch was already in there, surrounding a sizable table.

"Alexandria, I see you didn't inform me that everyone will be here." With twitching eyebrow, he held the teacup to his lips, trying to ignore the crunching and chattering noise.

"But I did say I want to thank you and your brothers so it's only natural that they are here." She casually sip on hers, sitting adjacent to the eldest.

"Alexa *crunch crunch* your cookies is *crunch crunch* so good." Beel grins beside her as he stuff his face with his share of cookies.

She shook her head. "I wouldn't say it's my cookies. MC and Luke also made that."

"But most of it is made by you. And we just followed your recipe." MC contradicts before stuffing a whole cookie in her mouth.

"Well, that's true... Oh, Beel, try this one. This is my favorite." She extended out a cookie cream tart towards him. Having both of his hands full of cookies, Beel ate directly off her finger.

"Hmm~!" Alexandria giggled from the blissful face the orange demon is making. "Your face is full of crumbs." She proceed wiping his cheeks with her handkerchief.

"..." Feeling as if two ominous orbs bore behind her skull she glanced back, confirming her suspicion. He's angry...

"Uhh, Lucifer. Here, have some more." She filled his empty plate with cookie cream tarts. He gaze at the plate before looking back at her.

"I'm good." Yeah... He's angry... I guess thanking him with everyone is a wrong move. I have graver offense to him than others after all.

"Ahh! How about some eclairs? I can make you one right now." She learned his preference a few days ago when he made a big fuss of Mammon eating his eclairs, and tried coaxing him to a good mood.

He stared at him for moment before replying, "Make it some other time." Coaxing failed... "It'll be made for me alone." ...or maybe not. She smiled.

"Hmph... Selfish demon." The seventh-born huffs.

"Are you saying something, Belphegor?" The eldest and the youngest brother glared daggers.

"Now, now... The tea will turn sour." Alexandria tried settling the tense atmosphere she just mended before it get worse.

"By the way Alexa, MC, they released the anime adaptation of 'The Great Detective from the Pits of the Underworld' today! Let's watch it after this." Amidst sitting beside the growling Belphegor, sparkles filled Leviathan's background as he enthusiastically spoke.

"No, Alexa is coming with me. She still hasn't finished briefing me of the best books she read on the human realm." Satan interrupted.

"Alexa~ I bought a new salamander hydrating mask. It's a must-try product! Let's use it right now!" Sitting across her, Asmodeus reached for her hand, completely ignoring the already-fighting otaku and bookworm.

I guess a peaceful afternoon tea is impossible with everyone. Bickers and commotion fills the big table, only to be interrupted by a buzz of a phone.

"...Yes! Oi Alexa! 'Ya see this?" Mammon waves the screen of his D.D.D. "I hit a jackpot! It says it'll increase my investment by tenfold in just 3 days if I register right away! I'll pay MC, just 'ya wait." He return his attention back on it and moves his fingers across the screen.

"Name... Bank account... Passco... Hey!" Just before he completed filling up the form, his device elevates off his grasp. Glancing behind, he saw the older female, his D.D.D on hand.

"What'cha doin'!?" He struggled snatching his D.D.D back only to fail.

"Fixing your mistake. You're one click away from being scammed, you idiot."

"Gimme back–"

"My bad guys. I can't tend to your requests right now. This idiot needs an Investment Crash Course."

"What?" "That's unfair!" "But... TSL..." Bickers and squabbles start flying everywhere yet again. But this time, it's all directed at her and the second-born.

"What a mess..." Lucifer sighed.

"Mess you say, Lucifer? You're the one to talk. You've been keeping her all to yourself." Satan glared at him. The eldest of the brothers just facepalmed as he watch the already rowdy garden went even livelier than before.

"Isn't she bizarre?" The little sister suddenly spoke beside him. "She's a charismatic, thoughtful and a wonderful person. Yet she still have no boyfriend... If only she became more open with anyone after me."

"Really?"

"Will you believe she pushes me away during our first meetings?" She laughed. "I was so young I have no much recollection but... I do remember I bugged her alot, and she suddenly go all mushy after some time."

"... She is caring and everything but sometimes I feel she's suppressing herself, like she's protecting me from something. Like, it's something I shouldn't know. She's similar to you, don't you agree?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Hmmp, tsundere."

"What did you just say?"

"I guess she won't reveal it to me, I'm her pure, beloved sister she'll protect to the end of the world after all. If there's anyone who will understand her, it's you. So I'll leave her to you, her demon and soulmate."

"Just so you know, having pact doesn't make her my soulmate."

"No, she is. She is alike to you in so many ways, you have natural affinity and you got along despite such repulsive first meeting. To top it of, you have that indestructible bond with each other. You are soulmates."

"..." With no rebuttal he stared at the young female. He then glance at Alexandria who is busy with the noisy bunch to hear what they are talking about.

An enigma she is. With more things MC mentioned him, he knew she won't leave his mind anytime soon.

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Basked under the crimson dusk atop a hill, two young girls sat a few feet apart another.

"Stop bothering me. I don't have plans of befriending anyone." radiating with annoyance, one of the girls interjects.

"But I want to. And I don't see any problems in doing so." The second girl shakes the spark off as if it's nothing.

"You wouldn't dare to, if you ever knew."

"Know... What... You mean, that..." The younger girl, point a finger not far from her direction.

As soon as the older girl whisked her head towards the direction, the sky, the hill... Everything melted into night.

The pavement blanketed with snow. The murky, ebony sky. The familiar, gaping door. A grip on her arm returned her attention to the girl with her. "Alexa, I'm scared."

And then a creak reverberated. "Wha... No! Don't look!" She pulled her, covering her eyes with her hand.

And as she suspected, it's the same scene as that night.

"Look, what do we have here." Taking the man's grip off the neck of his brother's lifeless body, he march towards her. "My beautiful, genius Alexandria. My protege."

"..."

"Oh my, look at that blazing blue eyes you got from me." Touching her face, caressing her cheeks with his thumb.

"Don't touch me, you monster!" She brushed his bloody hands from her and tried pulling the girl behind her, only to hold onto air. When she look back, the child was nowhere to be found. "Where...Ump–!" The man grabbed her face and forced her eyes on his.

"Monster you said? Don't forget you and I are the same. You inherited everything from me, that's why I kept you alive."

His eyes. His dead, cold eyes took her own, as if gobbling her whole. She felt like running away. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. She want to, but she couldn't. She just stand in there horrifiedly, in front of the monster that hunts her almost every single night. Her monster.

"Me, your monster? Don't make me laugh! Aren't you a monster yourself? After all you..." Alexandria's eyes snapped open. Breathless. Drenched. Beads of cold sweat trickles down from her skin as she sit up.

No matter how many times she was visited with the same nightmare, she will never get used to it.

Knowing she won't get another blink of sleep, she rise from the beddings. She left the room for the balcony of the planetarium, bringing with her a small container from her purse.

Opening the small case, she took out one of the white sticks and pressed it's tip between her lips. After lighting it, she took a deep breath and puff a cloud of smoke.

The smoke swirls in the bleakness of the night, together with her dreary thoughts.

"Can't sleep?" She flinched from the unexpected deep voice. She's too caught up inside her head that she failed to feel the man enter the balcony.

"Well, kind of."

"I admit, your surprised face is quite entertaining." Lucifer smirked as he moves beside her.

"Yeah, yeah. As long as you're happy." Alexandria scoffs.

"I never knew you're fond of things like that. That brand isn't even available here." He glanced on the ember on her hand.

"Not really. It's more of a ritual." Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "They say that a stick of a cigarette can shorten the human lifespan by 11 minutes, if you know what I mean." Lucifer's forehead scrunches in comprehension of her so-called 'ritual'. She only laughed bitterly at his reaction.

"Don't be so irked. Or would you rather see me full of cuts and holes?" She took another puff off the smoke.

"It's really a surprise you're still... alive." A lump he couldn't really explain blocked his throat for a second.

"It sure is. I've tried throwing it away countless of times already when I was young. Until MC came to my life."

"But MC said you really hated her that time. I don't see any consistency with your stories."

"Really?" She look faraway before glancing back to the demon.

"And I see you're more open with me than with MC, are you not?" He smirked playfully.

"What a chatterbox..." She glance away for a second. "Let me tell you a tale instead."

"Dunno. I just felt you'll understand and won't judge me. Maybe you're my soulmate?" Hearing the word from the person herself taken Lucifer aback, which then earned a chuckle from Alexandria. "... or maybe not."

"I'm scared I might taint her if she learn my past. I want her to grow without any fear and guilt, to mature the way she is." She paused as if hesitating if she'll continue with the story, but she carry on after a few moments.

"Long time ago, there is an annoying idiot in a form of a young philanthropist, much like her family. One day, she and her family plans a month-long stay in an orphanage for fund-raising and to help in any way. There she met a crazy psycho, who have failed attempts of suicide and plans to hung herself in the forest without any interference. Of course she never knew about her plan, she's a big idiot after all." Cool breeze blew on the balcony, taking the ash of the cigarette between her fingers.

"Day after day she bugged her, hindering her plans again and again and again until the crazy psycho got tired and postpone her plans until the night the annoying idiot leave the orphanage." Lucifer looked at her through his peripheral vision, earning a huff from the lady.

"Finally the day comes. Minutes after the annoying idiot left the crazy psycho on the hill, she was called by a stranger. Since she is a big idiot of an unsuspecting naive, she ate a candy from the man and lost consciousness. The crazy psycho witnessed this and convinced the man of bringing her too. She followed the idiot without thinking. Miraculously, she saved the idiot unscathed. The idiot left the orphanage safely. The crazy psycho was adopted not long after. And the two never cut ties with each other again. The end... Or not."

That's weird... "So you're telling me you chose to live because you save her? Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

"Not really. More like her naivety and recklessness girl made me want to protect her. I... just can't leave that angel alone on her own. Without any assurance that she'll be fine." A conflicted face reflects on Lucifer's eyes. He could saw nothing but a suffering person... a damsel in distress.

Does he empathize with her since they're in similar situation? Or is her sorrow contagious? Either way, he couldn't help but feel her sufferings. His eyes couldn't leave her form at all, watching every gestures she make.

"Is it really hard to forgive yourself of the things you didn't even do?" Extinguishing what's left of her smoke, she looked at him.

"It's easy, if I'm truly innocent, that is." She gave him a bitter smile. "I am not."

She faced him. "My father commit suicide after killing my mother and siblings... The stranger kidnapped MC and I, who is in the right age to identify him. How come we are able to leave unscathed?" A pair of jaded blue orbs met his.

"My father didn't commit suicide... That stranger also didn't let us leave like it's nothing... I took their lives with my own hands. I killed them."

"... You?"

"I stabbed my father with the knife he used to my family and the stranger, I strangled him to the head rest with the rope I'm supposed to be using to myself. And I dumped him with his car on a nearby cliff."

The moonlight shines on them, reflected by a single teardrop forming on the corner of her eyes. The wind brushed her hair gently as the single tear rolled down her rosy cheeks, never to be followed with another one. Bitter smile never left her face. Her skin is like a porcelain, pristine and unblemished. It was as if she was an angel... A fallen angel, with tattered wings like he is.

"I am... a monster." She took his breath away. He witnessed it. He is captivated by an unbearably beautiful creature.

Before he knew it, he already reached out, replacing the wind from caressing her hair.

She flinch from his touch, as if a bashful mimosa folding and drooping from a light stimulus. She is too vulnerable at the moment. Should he continue with such gesture, she might indulge with it. She shouldn't. A monster like her doesn't deserve such kindness. And thus, Alexandria chose to step away from him.

"I-I told you everything. Then, I'll be taking my leave." A hasty bow is followed by her brisk walking. She grabbed the knob. I need to leave.

He didn't know why but he felt it. Her flame is waning.

If he let her be by herself again, he never knew what she will do with herself next. What if the next time he saw her, she'll be full of cuts? What if she'll be so injured she won't be able to leave her room? What if... What if the next time he saw her, she's not breathing anymore?

But that's not possible. She won't leave her sister alone.

And then her words awhile ago flashed his mind."I'm glad I can trust you and your brothers are to keep my sister safe. Thank you I could be at ease."

That's not only as an apology or gratitude. She's... entrusting her sister with us and planning to die soon?

A loud thud echoes off the balcony as the door return to its frame. She didn't close it. He did, as he wrap his free arm around her.

A bloody Alexandria. Pale. Cold. Lifeless.

That's not gonna happen. I won't permit it. I need something to suppress her from her self-destructive tendencies... Something concrete. Anything...

"...you have that indestructible bond with each other."

... I see...

"Let it be me..." The words left his lips. That's his answer, their indestructible bond— the pact that bind their souls together.

"W—What do you mean?" The confusion and and perplexity in her eyes didn't stop him. If he stop right there, tomorrow she might be there no more. It's now or never.

" Alexandria, I'll be your reason for living."

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It took so long ( like, reaaaally long (๑°౪≦)ゞ) but I posted it at last heehee. I revised it like tons of times until I'm satisfied. (I also did two short reads along with this cuz inspiration and it'll be a waste not to write it (~￣³￣)~

I learned my lesson. If I don't wanna rewrite the story, I should fix it until I'm satisfied or it'll pile up and It won't leave the back of my mind as ling as I haven't fix it.

And I never thought it'll be this long (maybe there's 2 chapters more)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

MASTERLIST

[nym-ia]

Aberrant (#2) - FFXIV Write 2021

Length: 1,580 words

Warnings: None

Time Period: Post-Shadowbringers

Character(s):

They stepped into the room, hoping for some brief respite from the energetic party taking place in the Drowning Wench just outside the inn. It was surprisingly quiet as they closed the giant doors behind them, given the bustle just down the hall, but they felt relief wash over them as they basked in the silence.

A Warrior's work was never done, and there was still much uncertainty and danger ahead. Even with the weight of all those responsibilities, the scions needed breaks as much as anyone.

Nylos slowly walked across the room before absent-mindedly examining some miscellaneous items carefully arranged on the glamour dresser; they let their mind empty of thoughts of worry, thoughts that normally possessed and troubled them. They began to feel more tranquil when suddenly a voice broke the peaceful atmosphere.

It startled them, causing them to jerk into a defensive posture and knock over a perfume bottle, shattering it on the floor. They hardly noticed their mistake, too concerned about where the voice could have come from. Their eyes darted around the room, yet no one was there besides themself. They reached for their hip, hoping to find their rapier before realizing they'd left it in the other room, and regret washed over them for allowing themself to lower their guard in the first place.

Nylos…

The Midlander quickly whipped around, having heard the whisper as though it were coming from directly behind them, but nothing was there. Their heart pounded in their chest as a shiver went down their spine, their panicked eyes searching for the source.

Suddenly the whispering blended into more than one voice, but the trembling Hyur couldn't make out what any of it was saying. The whispers overlapped more and more until they became loud enough to cloud their ears, bouncing endlessly within their skull.

"Nylos?"

They gasped, being snapped from their stupor and realizing that they were knelt on the floor with their hands clutching their head. They looked up to see their dearest friend standing there, concern painting her expression as she began leaning down to them.

"Are you okay?" Revera's fiery pink eyes nearly glowed in the dim light, her brows pinched in worry as she put an arm around them. "Why are you crying?"

They hadn't noticed. They brought a hand to their face and felt their tear-soaked cheek. "I… um…" their words were barely audible as the Rava helped them to their feet. They stumbled a bit, but her grip kept them steady.

"What's going on with you?" She questioned as she led them to the bed, gently sitting them on the mattress.

They pinched their lips and avoided looking at her, wrapping their arms around themself, wondering how they could possibly answer that question without giving away too much.

"Nylos, I- C'mon, you haven't talked to me in eons!" Frustrations quickly began pouring out of the Viera, forcing her to start pacing in front of her friend. "It feels like you're shutting me out! I mean first with you taking all the light from the Light Wardens and being unable to handle it and telling NO ONE until you couldn't possibly hide it from us anymore, and now you're just… you're acting so weird and you think we haven't noticed? Of course we have! We all have the echo and you're the only one getting headaches lately, and you're asking us if we're hearing things that aren't there, and every time we ask about it you- you just- you close up like you can't … like you can’t trust us! Haven't we been through enough together that you can tell us when you're going through something?!?"

As she reached the end of her speech she became more exasperated, the anger manifesting in a purple-pink glow sparking from her hair. When she finally stopped pacing long enough to examine the target of her scolding, she saw them looking down at their fists closed in their lap. She stood straight, taking a deep breath and a moment to calm down before sitting down beside them.

She sat there in silence for a short while, giving them a chance to speak first if they wanted. She averted her gaze. "Please just… let us be there for you. Let me be here for you."

"I…" they tightened their fists and tried their best to hold back the tears threatening to escape. "I don't want to make anyone worry about me."

"Nylos, doing that makes us worry about you."

"...I'm sorry."

There was a long period of nothing spoken as neither of them looked at the other.

The Rava folded forward, distractedly playing with her nails to lessen the tense feeling that was building. "If you don't want to talk about it… I can't make you. But please stop pretending like you're going through it alone. We care about you, you know?"

Nylos bit their lip, their brows furrowed as they struggled with whether to say anything. They took a deep breath.

"It's been… happening... since before we met."

Revera sat up, staring at them wide-eyed. She thought for a moment. "When you lived in the Shroud?"

They nodded. Their gut twisted. They felt guilty for letting these words out of their mouth. "At first I… I thought it was just noises from the forest. People there would say 'if you listen, you can hear the trees talk' so I… it made sense." They could feel a growing resentment building within them, like they could never forgive themself for admitting the secret they'd always kept.

"It was only after leaving the Shroud that it set in that… I was hearing voices and… they had no source."

The Viera kept her eyes locked on them, watching as they became increasingly more uncomfortable, but she quietly allowed them to continue uninterrupted.

"This isn't… I haven't told anyone. Not even Red or Aymeric. I…" They spoke in a way that was nearly inaudible, so they cleared their throat to express themself more clearly. "These voices... are just whispers, and they've always been impossible to understand… until... recently..." They shook their head before placing it in their hands. "Ever since coming to the First, fusing my soul with Ardbert's… I've been able to hear what they're saying, and it's been happening so much more frequently. They keep calling to me, saying my name, and I can't… I can't do anything. It won't stop, I don't know who they are or what they want from me or if it's all in my head and none of it's real, and I… I'm… I'm scared-"

As they finished that thought, each word tumbling more carelessly from their lips than the last, a pair of strong arms wrapped around them. They closed their eyes to soak it in for a moment before returning the hug, releasing the tension that had been swallowing their entire body.

"We'll figure this out, Nylos," Revera spoke, partially muffled. "You're a scion and a part of Team Echo, remember? And even if you weren't, we're friends for life." She pulled away and put a hand on each of their cheeks. "Anything you're going through, we do it together. Stop being such a martyr," she squeezed their face just a little, clearly still a bit irritated with them as she presented a big toothy grin. "Okay?"

Nylos placed their hands on hers to free themself from her ruthless onslaught of gentle teasing. "Thank you, Revera." Their soft smile fell and they averted their gaze. "I'm… I'm sorry."

"What for?" She perked up an eyebrow.

"I didn't want to… burden you with th-"

She loudly clicked her tongue and shook her head. "Nothing makes me happier than being there for the people I love. You know how that feels, don't you?"

Their cheeks flushed as they realized they felt the same way, and they nodded in agreement.

"Of course you do! That's how we wound up being Warriors of Light in the first place! And speaking of, y'know, we've conquered both light and dark, killed primals and ‘gods’. I'm sure we can handle a few ghosts." She flexed her arm muscles and it was almost as though she were sparkling. The impromptu gunshow caused the shy Midlander to giggle just a little. "That's better. You wanna head back out to the party, or do you need some time?"

They paused, looking over the dark room, lit only by the light pouring in from the door Revera had left open. The thought of being alone again and possibly enduring another onslaught of disembodied whispers made them feel uneasy. "Can we… sneak back? I don't want to cause any… more fuss."

She squinted at them and tapped her chin. "Okay, but we'll have to tell the others eventually: don't think you're getting out of this one. Hmmm...ooh, I'll be extra loud for my grand return and you can just slide right in like you never left. Deal?"

A sense of relief washed over them. "Deal."

The Viera leapt to her feet, offering her hand to help her Hyur friend to theirs. She led them toward the exit, only letting go as they crossed the threshold. They stood in the doorway as she got a head start, turning back to look over the room one last time before closing the door behind them and heading back to the party.

The door closed with a polite click, and all was still in the room once more.

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Nylos…

[ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes]

Hello there, I don't know if your taking requests, if so I'm in desperate need of some mean Alfie, like the readers brother can't pay Alfie back what he owes so Alfie threatens him. So she storms into Alfie's house to give him a piece of her mind. And he is fuming first and basically tells her to get lost. But has a change of heart last minute and calls her back to make a deal. Maybe that she will go on a date with him😀 id love if you could include the date in the story but if not that's fine to. I think your a fantastic writer and I just wanted to let you know how much I love your work.

//Oh my lord I did NOT mean to get this carried away.

            Jane’s younger brother was a nuisance. At least, that’s what the neighbors said. Jane would call him…troubled. He found himself in a group of unsavory young men who liked to cause trouble in the neighborhood.

            Jane prayed that it was just a phase that he would grow out of. However, he was twenty, and she figured he ought to know better by then. She didn’t blame him for being so rebellious. Their parents had both died from the Spanish Flu. They left behind five children. Alex was the youngest, twelve at the time of their death, Lucille was sixteen, Bernard was twenty, Jane was twenty-two, and Isabella was twenty-four. They all tried their best to be a complete family after the tragedy, but it was so difficult. Especially when Isabella married just six months after, Lucille married two years after, and Bernard left for America four years after.

            From then on, it was just Jane and Alex. She loved her younger brother dearly, but he was such a handful. His behavior escalated from getting in schoolyard fights to committing petty crimes. It was exhausting trying to keep up with him.

            Finally, he made the ultimate mistake and came home with a black eye as a prize.

            “What happened?” Jane gasped when she saw the state of her brother. He was hunched over, clutching his side, his face was swollen and bloodied.

            “M’sorry.” He mumbled.

            “Alex, tell me what happened. Who did this to you?” She demanded.

            “Alfie Solomons, his men did it.” He winced in pain as he tried to sit down on the sofa. “I owe them some money. I can’t pay it though.”

            Jane spent all her time working to provide for herself and her brother. She had no time to gossip or listen to people whisper about the famed gangster of Camden Town. So, she had little clue what sort of power the name held. “This is ending here and now.” She decided firmly. “I will settle this bet with Mr. Solomons if you go out and get a proper job and stay out of all this-this nonsense!” She snapped, finished with Alex’s behavior.

            It seemed that the interaction with the Camden bakers had scared the young man well enough that he was willing to put that way of life behind and start on the straight and narrow. He nodded frantically. “But you can’t go to see him.” He warned. “Give the money to Richard, he’ll get the money to him.”

            Jane wrinkled her nose in disgust at the mention of Alex’s friend. She had a sneaking suspicion that he was the one who lured Alex into a life of crime. “No, I’ll do it myself. I don’t trust him.” She decided with conviction. She began to go upstairs to get her savings that were hidden under the floorboard.

            “No, Jane, listen to me!” Her brother urged. “Alfie Solomons is a fucking psychopath. He kills people for sport. I ain’t gonna let you go near him.”

            “If he’s willing to kill someone over a couple of pounds, then that’s his problem. I’m not afraid of someone who will bully a twenty-year-old. Now go and put a cloth on your face to put down the swelling.” She ordered.            

            Alex looked worried but knew he wasn’t able to talk his sister out of anything. He could only hope that she would find Alfie on a good day.

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            Jane marched into Camden Town with fire in her eyes. She had two pounds in her pocket, almost two months of work for her, but her family came first. Alex could work back the debt he owed to her later. She would much rather this be a learning experience for him, something to shake him awake and put him on the right path finally.

            She found the address where Alfie Solomons’ office supposedly was. There, a young man was keeping guard in front of double doors.

            As she approached, he straightened up. “Can I help you?”

            “I’m here to see Mr. Solomons.” She replied.

            “Do you have an appointment?”

            “An appointment? What is he, the bloody king? No, I’m here to pay back my brother’s debt.”

            “Hang on, stay here.” He went into the large building and left Jane waiting. As she waited, she felt people watching her. People passing by seemed to take notice of anyone unfamiliar to the area, especially someone who was lingering around the bakery of Alfie Solomons.

            A few minutes later, the doors opened again and the man beckoned her inside. “You armed?”

            “Armed? No, of course not.”

            “Do you mind if I check?”

            “Yes, I mind, keep your hands to yourself!” She snapped.

            “Yeah, see now I know where your brother has got that attitude from.” A voice boomed across the hallway leading into the bakery.

            Jane looked to see the man himself. Broad-shouldered and walking like a soldier, he came into view in the dimly lit area.

            “Pardon?” She wasn’t used to such a brash greeting.

            “You’re Alex’s sister, ain’t ya? Look a lot alike, you two. Act similarly too. Figures as much. Boy who can’t keep his mouth shut looking up to a woman who can’t keep her mouth shut.” He stopped in front of her.

            At first glance, Jane didn’t see what all the fuss was. He looked and dressed pretty simply, nothing outstanding. But then she started to pick up on the small details that made him who he was. The gold rings, the bracelets, the tattoos, the scars.

            “Here.” She pulled the money out to give to him. She wasn’t going to waste her time on this man.

            He tutted as he took the money from her. Looking at the amount as if she were merely throwing a few coins his way. “Oh, dear, this ain’t enough, love.” He shook his head as if disappointed.

            “That’s what my brother gave you. That’s what he owes you.” She insisted.

            “Something called interest, sweetheart. S’been over two months since I loaned your brother the money. So, his debt has been racking up interest, m’fraid. Nearly double this by now.”

            Jane’s blood boiled at his audacity. “How dare you?” She hissed. “Who are you to act like some big shot who owns the world, aye?”

            “It’s just business, love. If you don’t like it then I’m not sure why you’re even here. This is your brother’s debt, not yours. Shows what sort of man he is, having a woman settle his debts.”

            She was seething at his cool demeanor. “Because I look after my family. We care for each other even when one of our own has made a mistake. It’s a shame you don’t know that Mr. Solomons. That just means you have no love in your life. That’s quite sad actually.”

            His relaxed façade began to melt right in front of her eyes. “Aye? Who the fuck do you think you are that you can come into me business and speak to me like that?” He stepped towards her, his hand gripping a slender wooden cane.

            “You had my brother beaten because of a couple of pounds. It doesn’t look like you even need that money. You seem to be doing fine on your own. Or is that how you make your fortune? By threatening people’s lives so they’ll give you money?”        

            Alfie’s eyes narrowed. “That’s the way the world works. If you don’t like it, you can jog on. Let your brother handle it.”

            “My brother will have no more dealings with you, Mr. Solomons. You can either take the money that I’ve given you or take nothing at all. My family isn’t giving you another cent.”

            Alfie chuckled darkly. “So, you make the rules then, is that right? That’s funny that is. Little girl coming into my bakery to tell me what to do. That’s brave of you, innit?”

            “I don’t hide behind other people. I’m not a coward like you.” She spat. “I don’t care who you are or what you’ve done. You’re going to leave me and my brother alone.” She went to turn around but Alfie’s voice chased her.

            “And would you care if I had your brother shot in the street?”

            Jane spun around with anger radiating off her. “You are a monster.” Her voice raised louder. “If you ever even want to think about hurting my brother, you’ll have to go through me first.” She snarled before finally taking her leave.

            Alfie frowned to himself. What was this feeling? Sympathy? Empathy? Amusement? Here was this beautiful woman who came storming into his life, ready to fight for her brother. She wasn’t afraid of him in the slightest and was true to her values. “Hold it.” He yelled after her.

            She stopped and turned with her arms crossed over her chest. She didn’t say anything, just waited for him to speak.

            “Here.” He walked over to her and handed the money back. “What’s your name?”

            “Jane.” She replied, eyeing the money suspiciously.

            “Well, Jane, you must know that you’re much braver than most men I’ve met. Other people in your position would be shaking in their boots. None of them would talk to me the way that you just did.” He said with a gentler tone.

            She was a bit unnerved by the sudden change in his demeanor. There was no telling what his motive was. “That sounds like a compliment.”

            “It is.”

            “So, because I stood up to you, you’re going to give me back the money?” She raised an eyebrow.

            “Call it an appreciation of your courage.”

            Jane glanced over her shoulder at the door then back to him. “What are you playing at?” She questioned.

            “No game, love. But, figure you see the same type day in and day out, yeah? Men, well can’t really call them men, boys really, who come in and out of your office, whinging on about this and that. Shaking in their boots ‘cause they’re so fucking terrified of mean ‘ol Alfie Solomons.” He pointed to the door. “Then, in comes a woman who is ready to take up arms for her brother against someone like me. Refusing to compromise. Well, something you wish you could see a bit more, innit?”

            Jane felt herself relaxing a bit. Behind the scary façade of a gangster was really an oddly charming man. “Well, I’m sorry to say but there isn’t anyone like me.”

            That got a laugh out of Alfie. “Fucking hell, you really are something else. You’re right though, ‘bout a one in a million I’d guess.”

            She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Okay, well…if you ever see my brother again, tell him to trot on. I don’t want him to go down the same path as…”

            “As me?” He raised an eyebrow.

            “I don’t mean to be rude.” Jane blinked. Why wasn’t she berating this man who had threatened her brother? Why was she staring back at him? Why was the way he was looking at her so endearing?

            “And what am I meant to do if I run into you again?” He inquired as if it was just a casual question.

            “Well…should we run into each other again, I should hope it’s because you’re trying to mend things. A gesture of condolence for your behavior.” She replied steadily although her heart was beating unnaturally fast in her chest.

            The corner of Alfie’s lip turned up. “Well, that’s very good to know. This condolence, would dinner be good ‘nough?”

            Oh, what a hypocrite she was. Admonishing her brother for dealing with lowlifes and now here she was entertaining the idea of going out with one of the most dangerous of them all. But there was something about him that was so alluring. “Perhaps. If you’re on your best behavior.”

            “Well, I happen to think I clean up nicely. I can mingle with the toffs just as well as anyone. ‘Specially if it means making a beautiful woman happy.”

            Jane felt her face go red. Things had taken such a drastic turn, she wondered if she was imagining it all. “Then I suppose it’ll be alright if you take me out.” She gave him a number to call.

            But before she took her leave, she asked one more question. “Is it your charm that gets you out of trouble?”

            He chuckled and shook his head. “Love, I am trouble.”

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Summary:

Sent back in time, Hadrian Evans (also known as Harry James Potter) tries to find the reason why he was in 1944.

World war II was raging, Grindelwald was starting to attack Britain and Harry finds himself in the middle between the people he thought of as enemies...but you can't judge someone on actions they haven't done yet and most importantly we do not merely destroy our enemies; we change them and sometimes an enemy can become our greatest friend.

•Chapter: 2/?

Here's the first chapter :

•Explicit (in later chapters)

•Pairing: Tom Riddle x Harry Potter

•Warning : Mention of abuse

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POV Tom Marvolo Riddle

 

Tom was surprised to see the reaction he got to his introduction, it was almost as if the boy knew his name already or had at least heard of it. It wasn't like he cared if the other boy liked him or not but he knew that as Perfect he had the responsibility to help students or in general people as he must be a good role model.

Perhaps that was what confused him the most, there wasn’t anyone who didn’t like him at Hogwarts.

He had been as charming as he could be, not that the other boy seemed to know what charming meant...or being polite to strangers.

The way the boy, Hadrian, introduced himself told Tom that he didn’t wish to talk and he would respect that even though he would have to make clear that no one talked to him in such a way.

But he did prefer the silence and Hadrian had said what Tom had wanted the know the whole time, so he dismissed the violent thought of slamming the boy's head against the next wall.

Tom had of course noticed the lack of the other ones Surname and he couldn't help but feel suspicion growing inside his abdomen as he took in the other boys dirty face, he definitely didn't know the boy who suddenly stopped in front of the heavy door.

Tom merely raised his right brow as he watched the other boy turn to him, the hatred in Hadrian's eyes flaming up.

'How curious'

He thought as he scanned the other ones face with an almost boring gaze and he just wanted to ask why they stopped as he felt a harsh tug on his right arm.

It was rather hard for him to not let his fury show through as Hadrian ripped himself out of his grip, making Tom clench his jaw hard but nothing than a barely visible twitch of his right eye showed the short lose of temper, before he decided to follow the boy, who had already scrambled inside the Hospital wing as if Tom would kill him any second.

He sat down on a chair next to the bed the other boy had downright jumped on, after he had not so quietly closed the door, knowing Madam Evelyn would look for the noise and find them. Dismissing the smirk he choose to smile at the green eyed boy in front of him, tapping his fingers lightly on the arm rest of the chair as he waited for Madam Evelyn to come.

Tom had far better things to do than sit next to a rude, injured teenager even though he couldn't help but feel a small amount of curiosity as he watched the other boy through cool brown eyes.

'Just who was this Hadrian?'

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POV Hadrian (Harry) James Potter

Harry tried to not scowl as he felt those brown eyes on his form, moving his attention to the approving mediwitch, who definitely didn't seem to be a familiar from Madam Pomfrey.

He couldn't help but shrink more into the white sheets as she moved closer, his eyes roamed quickly over her.

She seemed to have the same body figure as Madam pomfrey, a little on the heavier side but she wore her hair in a pretty style, wavy strands framing her high cheekbones and Harry couldn't believe how pretty she looked even though she was wearing all grey clothes, with those thick and ugly locking stockings.

His distraction seemed to have been noticed as he heard a quiet intake of breath next to him as if someone tried to not snort and Harry just wanted to turn his head and glare at the Slytherin boy as the Mediwitch let a loud gasp out as she finally looked up from the papers which she has been reading till now.

He could see her grip tightening on the edges which now started to wrinkle under the force of her thin hands and Harry felt sorry for the owner of this medical record.

"What happened?" Her voice was high and loud and Harry had to keep himself from grimacing at her shocked voice as she rushed to his side.

"I found him like that in front of the river and brought him straight up here...he can't talk, probably dehydrated" Riddle's voice was lazed with concern and Harry was positive that if he would take a glance at the other boy he would see a worried face expression.

Merlin knows how Riddle wrapped everyone around his finger without anyone second guessing the Slytherin boys intentions, but not him!

Not Harry, he knew who the other boy was...what the other boy would become and he would do everything possible to change that outcome.

Harry swallowed down the feeling of hatred, knowing it wouldn't help him if he started to snarl or snap at the other boy again, especially not in front of someone else.

The middle aged women in front of him pulled her wand out after she had placed the ruined pages on the small nightstand next to the bed Harry was laying in.

He didn't say anything as the woman started to fuss over him, casting diagnostic charm on him, noting that a feather wrote everything down, everytime something seemed to gleam up on Harry's body.

The boy knew that the women was just doing her job and didn't know that Harry did not like it to get touched by another person but she always seemed to be careful to not as much as brush over his skin without asking permission first and he felt his stiff body relax slightly more into the soft mattress under her carrying behavior, feeling a bit safer than before with the knowledge that she wouldn't touch him out of nowhere.

As his body relaxed he felt that his wand was still in his right hand, white fingers tightly gripping the wood, and he forced himself to let his hand relax around the flexible wood, a nice kind of pain flooding through him, like someone had just pulled a needle out of his skin after days.

His fingers were sore, aching as he slowly flexed them and he decided to let them rest for a while as he placed them on top of his wand again, feeling his limbs grow heavier with each passing second.

His eyes trailed from his wand to his clothes and he wrinkled his nose slightly at the sight of wet dirt and ripped pieces of material, on some spots even blood.

Harry knew he had injures all over his body, he felt the throbbing, aching and piercing pain, he looked bad with the bruises which partly covered his skin and the cutting wounds as well as the few small spots which were lightly burned.

He looked like he had been fighting in a war... well he had but these people around him didn't know that, so he wasn't shooked as he heard the alarming loud inhale from the Mediwitch as she scanned the long parchment with her eyes.

'was it supposed to be so long?' he thought cringing, looking away from the two persons in the suddenly too small feeling room, instead he focussed on the beds which were placed in rows along the way not set along the wall like it had been in his Time.

His brows barely furrowed as he silently counted the beds.

26...

26 beds were standing in this room but something wasn't right.

'why so many?'

The thought appeared so suddenly that he closed his eyes in attempt to think, as much as that was possible with his still pounding head.

He didn't know which year it exactly was , but he knew that Riddle was around the same age as him, which means he had to be in the forties...what did he knew about the 1940's?

'Grindewald!' his eyes immediately snapped open at the thought and he fought a groan as he remembered that in the same time World War II was raging.

'What the hell was he doing here?'

Harry blinked for a few times, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat down again as he watched the women in front of him pull two potions out of a small cabinet, opening them slowly probably in fear to spill something and then holding the first one carefully in front of Harry's mouth.

"You need to drink this, it's a potion which will give your body the missing vitamins and minerals and this potion is against your aching throat, so that you can properly hydrate yourself again"

Her voice was gentle, like she was talking with a small child which wouldn't understand a word she said but he couldn't bring himself to care as he slowly drunk the two potions with her help.

"Will he be alright?"

Harry almost chocked on the second potion but quickly swallowed the last drop of liquid before it could block his respiratory tract, as he heard the calm but deep voice from earlier again.

'How could he have forgotten the other boy?'

Harry clearly was the only one who could hear the horrified tone of his voice he put in his thoughts, he always plaid attention to his surroundings, it was something he quickly learned while being on the run but it seemed that he was so exhausted right now that he has forgotten to pay attention to the people around himself and it scared Harry.

So instead of listening to Riddle repeating his question (As if it would truly concern him), who was by the way 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 sitting next to him on that stupid chair Harry would like to kick away under Riddle's bottom, he watched the woman in front of him start to heal his wounds.

'It seemed like no one actually was going to ask questions'

Harry dismissed that thought as quick as it had appeared, knowing the only reason he wasn't demanded to answer questions was because he would need to rest before the headmaster would (probably) visit him tomorrow.

"You're lucky Mr. Riddle found you" she murmured as she looked up from the paper she had pulled away from the writing feather, a slight smile of proudness tugging on the corners of her lips, as she gazed towards the Slytherin boy.

Harry, who watched the scene with critical gaze had the urge to role his eyes.

He was tired and he just wanted to sleep, still hoping everything was just a bad dream or some trick...maybe Voldemort had put a charm on him? Maybe he wasn't even dead?

He sighed quietly, glad not to be in the spotlight of attention right now, and dismissed the many questions in his mind, he needed to rest not get a even stronger headache.

Which seemed to be impossible with Riddle sitting next to him, smiling charming and acting all humble in front of the mediwitch.

Harry closed his eyes exhausted, listening to the exchange between them, their voices slowly starting to lure him into sleep

His limbs grew heavy and his body sunk more into the soft mattress by each passing second, till his body settled and the pain which has been present in his head slowly disappeared with his mind slipping into a lake of peaceful darkness.

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5th September 1944

Harry slowly regained consciousness after hours of sleep.

The sun was shining through the few windows on the stone walls and birds were happily chirping outside.

The very familiar ceiling of the Hospital wing greeted him as he opened his eyes, disorientating and bewildering him in his state of awakening.

Grunting in pain, he shoved his hands down on the mattress to get himself into a sitting position.

He hissed softly at the strain which immediately put his protesting ribs under; maybe he should have remained lying down.

His gaze travelled the length of the hospital wing.

Harry's eyes focused on the calendar which he just noticed next to the metal door where probably the mediwitch rooms were, he narrowed his eyes in attempt to make out the numbers, glasses were pressing against his face and he sighed as he realized he must has slept with them, but his thoughts were quickly dismissed as he gasped in astonishment at reading the date.

It had been real; bloody hell, he was back in the nineteen forties!

Harry let himself slide down on his bed with defeated face expression, his fingers slide lightly over his wand before he let slowly go of it only to grab it again tightly as he heard the squeaking of an opening door.

He yanked his head around, for a second afraid he would snap his own neck by the speed but quickly got distracted by the mediwitch walking out of her rooms, towards him.

Her brows were raised highly, seeming to disappeare in the small hat she was wearing as she let her eyes roam over his body.

"Good morning, Hadrian how are you today?, any pain? soreness? do you need water? Mr.Riddle asked me to tell you that he hopes you'll recover well"

Harry looked stunned at here, his eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

How could someone be so talkative in the morning? And how dare Riddle destroy his peaceful morning without even being near!

Not giving him any opportunity to answer the questions or show his distaste on her last sentence, she looked down on the neatly arranged papers in her hand and continued talking.

"Aside from your burned right thigh, your injured left lung and the cuts over your back and chest parts, just like the two broken rips-" she took a deep breath, her eyebrows twitching for a second up before they were pulled together.

He wasn't sure if he should be surprised by the seriousness from his wounds, but he had no time to dwell on them as he got withdraw from his thoughts again by her quiet sigh.

"There are trails of a heavy trauma, signs of starvation and malnutrition...-" she trailed off quietly, seeming taken aback and he couldn't help but tense slightly, not really comfortable with someone saying those things out loud, especially not when he was in such a condition.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut as his heart started to pound furious against his ribs, a shiver running down his body.

He felt utterly humiliated.

He inhaled shakily at the women's next words, like a poisoned hand squeezing itself around his heart making him unable to breath properly.

"-just like signs of abuse over many years"

Her voice was full of pity and he had to force himself to look away from her scrunched up features.

Harry wished he had stopped her, yelled, cried out or had threw something at her...anything but stop the humiliation he felt taking his body in, swallowing every last drop of dignity and making his heart beat so fast he was scared it would jump out of his chest.

'it couldn't be so bad'

Harry argued mentally, taking a deep breath through his nose at the feeling of his throat tightening, blood rushing to his face as he felt her gaze still on him and the need to disappear in the soft white sheets was more present than ever.

He just wanted to be left alone.

"Hadrian?"

'Calm down'

He sighed quietly, taking another deep breath, his shoulder slumping defeated at her concerned voice, and his eyes slowly focused on her worried face expression again.

"Yes?"

His voice was quiet, uneven not fully having shaken off the feeling of panic which had gripped him suddenly.

It felt wrong that she knew what he had been through, she had no right to judge and pity him, she didn't even know him!

He was completely fine!

"Headmaster Dippet will soon arrive, along with an Auror...they need to know what happened, you think you can do that?"

Harry wanted to instinctively yell 'No!' at her careful voice but it probably would be reckoned as rude so he bite hard down on his tongue and forced himself to remain calm, taking a deep breath through his nose he slowly nodded his head, knowing that if he opened his mouth he would start shutting at her.

After that the mediwitch, who goes by the name Madam Evelyn, (she finally introduced herself to him, which hasn't been really pleasant as she had stumbled more over her apologizes than really talk but Harry just smiled slightly at her and told her that it was alright that she had forgotten to introduce herself) had given him a few more potions after his request.

One for the pain and one for his soreness.

He also got a glass of water and a small bowl with fruits and vegetables.

He happily dived into his meal, his stomach growling appreciatively and he felt new energy rushing through his body, feeling already much better after he had eaten everything and drank the last drop of water.

He really wanted to have a clear head when the Headmaster would visit him, especially since there would be an Auror too and Harry knew just how Auror's could get when they didn't get the answers they wanted.

[emma-what-son]

(Echee post) Emma Watson has stalkers and a bodyguard

Posted on March 23 2014

From dailymail.co.uk March 2014, "Harry Potter star Emma Watson has hired a former NYPD officer as  a bodyguard to protect her from obsessed stalkers. The actress – thought to be worth £23  million – is believed to be paying the female officer £90,000 a year after a number of incidents of threatening behaviour towards her. The latest came as Emma, 23, right, was working on her new movie Noah, when an over-zealous ‘fan’ duped studio security staff and got on to the set. Emma, was left screaming, believing she was in danger, and filming had to stop. The British actress, who played Hermione Granger in the Potter films, is now constantly shadowed by blonde former New York Police Department officer Denise Morrone. A source said: ‘The  one person Emma is never without is Denise. 'Emma has had problems with stalkers in the past and, because of her wealth, there is always the threat of kidnap. 'She pays for her bodyguard out of her own pocket and Denise accompanies her everywhere, even when Emma is out for dinner. Denise is always there, making sure she is safe.’ Another source said: ‘Denise is on high alert for one particular stalker who tracked Emma down on the set of her latest film. ‘She is very discreet and very good at her job. She is always there looking after Emma, but you wouldn’t know. ‘She makes sure Emma has plenty of space and freedom. If they are at dinner, Denise is part of the gathering, but is always on duty.’ The new arrangement marks a departure for Emma, who has seemed determined to try to live a low-key, normal private life unencumbered by a security detail. Post-Potter she went to Brown University in Rhode Island, New England, and Worcester College, Oxford, to study for a degree. When she has appeared in public she has had no visible entourage. A spokesman for Miss Watson, who has homes in  London and New York, declined to comment." ^That's what the dailymail says but here below is what Emma said at the time.

From fansshare.com October 2012, "There was a lot of fuss made recently about the fact that a man who has been stalking Emma Watson managed to get onto her set before being chased off into the woods. It was claimed that Emma was terrified by the incident and feared for her safety.  However, it appears that the claims were not true, as Emma has spoken out about the “incident” stating that nothing of the sort happened. Emma felt that she needed to let everybody know what’s what and hoped to clear up any confusion about the stalker situation. Watson took to her official Twitter account to say, “Ok. Few things to clear up. I was not terrified by a stalker in the woods. And he was not fought off by martial arts experts.#whowrotethisstory”. I don't get this DM article because Emma has had this bodyguard for ten years. I think this might be a great big dose of media sensationalism or maybe a planted story so everyone will go, "Aww poor Emma" because she has said some really dumb things lately. I've seen photos of Denise (the older blonde lady we always see her with) with Emma as far back as 2005 Here they are outside the Regis and Kelly show (USA) in 2005 and to the right currently in 2014

^She still looks 15 doesn't she? I've seen one or two candids of Denise with Emma at Brown. I've read an article from a Brown website (thank anonymous for tipping me off) where they were talking about her bodyguards on campus that followed her around. Here's Emma, some guy and Denise at Brown in the fall of 2010 (I can't find the others)

Here she is talking about stalkers in her GQ interview from last year From gq-magazine.co.uk May 2013, "Did you have stalkers? 'Yes. I do have people who show up from time to time in different parts of the world. I've never really known how to respond; I've never really known if I should be afraid or not. This is how I put it into perspective: thousands of women all over the world have to deal with feeling afraid when they walk home from the Tube, on their way to work, when they go out for a drink. Feeling not safe isn't something that is singular to me or my experience as a woman, and I don't think any of these people mean me any harm. They just tend to be people caught up, who don't really realise what they are doing, and I think it is very important that I don't allow it to isolate me further, to be another reason why I shouldn't go out and meet people or walk down the street. Weird guys sometimes take it too far, and that is it. I just keep a friend with me. I don't have a full-time security guard or anything like that. Even at university I went everywhere completely alone, which looking back was probably a pretty ambitious thing that I tried to do there, but somehow I got away with it. There were times when I did feel stressed and anxious and could probably have done with a bit more support. At the same time I would rather make my own mistakes and learn what I need. I think it is so easy when you get famous to just disengage from having a life and that can make some things really dangerous.'" Remember she told rookie magazine she used to lie about walking to places but had a car waiting for her? She was trying to make it seem she has this normal life. I reckon this could be another little white lie about not having a full-time guard because we've seen Denise with her for years. She's the woman that pushes people away and pulls her from signing autographs and even refuses people. How about other instances like Glastonbury where that big muscular man tailed her everywhere. At airports when Denise is not there she has men which looks to be bodyguards to me. When she went to the Box Night Club she had a bodyguard. They're rare shots because most candids are just of Emma and Denise or Emma and a friend or boyfriend. You really think Emma travels alone? For example

Last photo from 2011: Check this out and seethe altercation You rarely catch her bodyguards photographed other than Denise who looks more than just a bodyguard. I think she's more like a bodyguard/assistant. I bet they are always around but you wouldn't know it. I'd go as far as saying they probably follow her from a distance to make it seem like she's really by herself. Here's something she said in 2009 and it was really stupid From wonderwall.msn.com July 2009 (interview with Dan, Rupert and Emma. she started brown in Sept 09) In this film, Ron has sort of a stalker girlfriend. Has it ever gotten strange where you're dating people who are more interested in dating Harry, Ron or Hermione rather than yourselves? Emma Watson: "I'm dating my stalker, actually." It's dumb to even give a stalker the time or day in a magazine discussing them. It will probably embolden them by fueling whatever twisted fantasies they have in their head. If it were me I would not even mention it. In 2010 she said this From digitalspy.com November 2010, "Emma Watson has revealed that she and her Harry Potter co-stars Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint used to hide from their security guards. The actress admitted that she "hates" having bodyguards and prefers to deal with the attention she receives on her own. Watson explained: "I hate having bodyguards and when we were younger, Dan, Rupert and I used to try to hide from the people trying to keep an eye on us." The 20-year-old went on to say that she now feels comfortable traveling on public transport by herself. She added: "Now it's like, 'Really, I'm fine'. I take the train and the bus and, if I don't dress up too much, I'm usually fine. Occasionally people stop me but I'd rather deal with that than not go out at all. That'd be really tragic." In her most recent interview for Elle she said this From snitchseeker.com March 2014, “So while Radcliffe reportedly rarely leaves his house without a bodyguard, Watson memorably began her college career by moving into the freshman dorm-the very definition of exposed. She lopped off her hair, appeared in a student production of Chekhov. There were moment, she says, when she thought, “I don’t know if I can do this. Or if this is sensible anymore.” But she held firm, turning down high-profile work that would interfere with her studies. “I just don’t want a life where I can’t have a life, “she says. “And so I’ve been just unbelievably stubborn about it.” ^Peculiar and then this article comes out about her hired bodyguard. Could it have been Radcliffe's people saying, "Hey, wait a minute" and then ratted Emma out? That last quote, the newer one, is of course a total contradiction from what she said about Brown before. I don't know it's that's the truth or this is some rouse to plant the idea she was heckled out of college life. I don't know but one thing is for sure I don't believe most of what comes out of this girls mouth. I'm like those towns people that had it with the games of the little boy that cried wolf. As for the stalking it's the only thing I'll give her sympathy for. I think it would suck. If it's an over zealous stan or a weirdo I don't think it's cool. If you like or even dislike her there are still lines you should never cross and that includes invading her space. She's just one fake ass actress that lives in her own head that plays make believe and makes millions off it. Then of course she complains about it and manipulates the media and her fan base to cover up "the real Emma Watson". She's a prettily weaved illusion designed to trick you. There is no such thing as the perfect person and just because she is pretty it does not make her perfect girlfriend material. Stans and weirdos please understand this.

[punkscowardschampions]

Liam & Edie

Liam: [sends her some kind of coded thing where the answer equals 6 when she works it out so she knows he's not living his best life without her because they're both weird little nerds] Edie: I'm so insanely bored Edie: what lesson are you in and how many negative ⭐s is it Liam: german Liam: all the negatives Liam: [sends her a picture of his textbook with everyone's eyes stabbed out via pencil holes like miss you] Edie: awh, you wanna give me schadenfreude 😍🥴 Edie: that's generous Edie: I was just thinking that a Columbine would liven this place up Liam: write your list, I'll try & think of anyone I'd wanna keep off mine except for you Edie: but being the last ones standing is what we aim for Edie: and what I want right now Liam: anything else you want before I kick that plan off? Edie: don't need time to say any final farewells to any dickhead in this place Liam: you've got a steadier hand, I'll need you to carve no farewells onto the bullets Edie: more deserving use of my time than whatever I'm not being taught right now Edie: how's your aim though? Liam: -9 ⭐s for the lesson you're in Liam: but + it for my aim Edie: my fault for naively thinking Physics might be interesting when I picked it Edie: forgot we were catering for the braindead masses Edie: I believe it, no bullshit brag detected Liam: chemistry would've let you blow more things up Liam: & make 💊 Edie: 😤 I'm mad Edie: no amount of black holes are gonna make up for this Liam: we'll learn it online Edie: but I wanna blow things up with you now Edie: or not learn German vocab Liam: let's go blow up a 🚽 they have to let you out in case you're about to bleed or cry in front of everyone Edie: and am I? Liam: in front of me & whoever else is in there Liam: unless you wanna upload it after Edie: I do need to make the overreaction my fam had over the weekend worth the headache Edie: owed more trouble, like Liam: my dad was on one too, he's the only one not allowed to show up by his logic Liam: you want a bigger scale? every 🚽 in the building Liam: maybe school would have to shut Edie: Know that, my sister is the definition of one rule for her, another for the rest of us Edie: I reckon we could do 'em all without getting caught in the act Edie: more fun after the fact 📹 to claim it Liam: just need to get creative with our explosives, I won't have enough 🧨 to do every bathroom Liam: you in the labs or a standard classroom? Edie: labs Edie: she's scheduled a breakdown any moment now anyway, she's always pissing off to cry herself so I'll take my opportunity and cue as such Liam: 3 HNO3 + C6H7(OH)3O2  H2SO4 →  C6H7(ONO2)3O2 + 3 H2O Liam: only need nitric & sulphuric acid from you Edie: you're a hot evil genius, okay Liam: there's a story behind it but maybe I shouldn't give it to you Liam: keep that train of thought intact Edie: but I need it Edie: I can keep 'em both on track, trust me Liam: you need it? tell me about that first Edie: I love stories Edie: and I liked talking to you, a lot Edie: and I like it when you give me things Edie: so yeah, it's a need Liam: to make you happy then Liam: the year is 1846 and this german-swiss scientist was messing in his kitchen Liam: he spilled a mixture of those 2 acids I told you to get on his table & grabbed the first thing he had about to clean it up Liam: happened to be a cotton apron & he hung it on his oven door to dry after, super chill until it exploded Edie: that's perfect Edie: scientists really loved making shit happen on accident, just like all life Edie: 🧫🦠 Liam: I was an accident & look how that turned out Edie: Big same Liam: my sister too, different loser dad though Edie: yeah? Edie: we've got that in common too Liam: does seem to be pretty common Edie: happy little accidents Edie: or not so Liam: I don't wanna be like that Liam: the different girls bit at least Edie: people love repeating their parents mistakes and bullshit Edie: even when they railed on it for years Edie: I don't fucking get it Edie: make your own, at least Liam: maybe you'll think this is one but I gotta say it Liam: I don't care about claiming 🚽💥 I wanna claim you Liam: be with me Edie: You mean it Edie: no bullshit Liam: only if there's bullshit that comes with being official & exclusive all of that Edie: I think that's a really, really good idea Edie: not a mistake but even if it was, I still want it Liam: alright, it's yours, me & the gay 🖤 shit Edie: [sends him a 🥰 selfie] Liam: it's my background Edie: you were already mine Edie: [glitter moment shamelessly] Liam: took the longest shower & I'm still finding it 🗺❌ Edie: good thing you suit it Edie: we can try again though, after the literal shitstorm, a shower is a good idea Liam: yeah, wouldn't suit that Liam: german teacher can disagree as loud as she wants Edie: 😏 Edie: can keep their filth and their hands to themselves Liam: I respect that you only covered me in glitter so that those girls would think I was gay & do the same Edie: people gotta respect territory Edie: works until I perfect your tat Liam: I'll get on the school roof with a 📢 Edie: You're everything Liam: you can sample it when you write a song about me Edie: I will Edie: your friend is not getting a feature Liam: his loss Liam: I'll only gloat for a while Edie: you can go as hard as you want, I reckon Edie: you've earnt it, like Liam: I'll go as hard as you want Liam: you're my girl now Edie: I'm yours Liam: make your physics teacher cry for me then Liam: we've got shit to do Edie: 😄 Edie: done Edie: where are we meeting when I'm fully done and have secured the shit? Liam: [a location] Edie: 👍 Liam: 🔜 Edie: making people cry is a speciality of mine Liam: it won't work on me Edie: I don't want to make you cry Edie: ever Liam: good thing I can't ever, all that toxic masculinity Edie: not missing out on much Edie: even if Miss makes a proper performance out of it Edie: more fun ways to do that Liam: yeah there are Edie: 💣💥 Liam: don't have to hand you a 🧨 to cause 🎇🎆 Edie: you don't even know how true that is Edie: yet Liam: for now it's a guess Edie: I'll show you Liam: I just wanna feel something Liam: that's not only 💊🥤 Edie: I will make that happen Edie: you don't need to believe me, just wait Liam: I'm waiting Edie: you deserve to feel everything Liam: I've tried but it don't work out like that Edie: you can't? Edie: or only certain emotions Liam: there's no 💣💥 in me Edie: we can be dead inside together and make it happen to everyone else Edie: for now Edie: [show up] Liam: [just kiss her too hard because everything you do is a little bit too much boy, okay you're numb but there's too many emotions trapped under the surface that we're not addressing so] Edie: [thank god we're so overwhelmed ourselves that we can just roll with this and have it be the most extra thing] Liam: [this is why you two work] Edie: [just approaching this like you aren't her first honey not even 'cos we're fronting but feelings and trying to make you feel things] Liam: [realistically who have you ever slept with either boy unless you've gotten with one of Rio's friends casually prior to this or something like] Edie: [just out here doing the most from the jump, the fam must be like HELLO???] Liam: [shouldn't be here for it but I am] Edie: [we all are by all I mean us and them, no one else lol] Liam: [imagine how shook he'd be because didn't expect it to be like this] Edie: [awkward, like the levels you must pay attention to no one but Rio 'cos she isn't really conspicuous in how she be lol] Liam: [and if he did get with one of Rio's friends when he first started stalking her it clearly didn't work out so he's probably bracing himself for another failed attempt and then] Edie: [it makes logical sense, like tryna get in the friend group lowkey but none of her friends are really here for it[ Liam: [yeah and like in my head he started stalking Rio when his sister had just died so he wouldn't have been bringing his A game] Edie: [exactly dr phil] Liam: [but obviously nothing happened that she could clock as a red flag when she's thinking of suspects he was probably just really blah because numb] Edie: [yeah, and none of her friends are gonna chat shit on the boy who's sister just died really like it's to be expected] Liam: [it's a good cover like you said] Edie: [just sat here like it's so rude we're gonna kill Edie, as if it wasn't rude before] Liam: [I do feel so bad for him even though he literally fucks with Rio's entire life] Edie: [lol same, it's like if you could just stop doing that tah] Liam: [I think it's partly because we both know she ends up okay and living as happy a life as poss whereas he does not] Edie: [yeah, there's no hope and that's just sad, even if you were an absolute dick, like Ro, per example, still sad she dies for everyone else] Liam: [agreed] Edie: [and you aren't that insufferable boy which is just well] Liam: [nobody is, she's next level] Liam: [anyway also do your vandalism and have way more fun than you expected with that as well] Edie: [when it's just a moment for you immediately and you're all in] Liam: [do we wanna close the school or not let them destroy every bathroom in the place for various reasons lol?] Edie: [on the one hand, maybe get caught before you do every bathroom for that trouble mood, on the other, if you shamelessly upload it you'd get in more trouble for making the school look dumb and shit hmm, I think this time get caught and we'll let you be sneaky trouble causing nerds plenty of other times[ Liam: [I'm about that, we know you're both pretty distracted rn so] Edie: [it feels more legit for this instance, and we can separate you and they'd probably call Ali in for the drama of it] Liam: [you can work your way into the fam later boy you're trying to keep your gf highkey for now, I love the idea of both their mums getting called in and awkwardly meeting haha] Edie: [they'd lowkey want them to kick up a fuss and separate them for the school but Ali knows how well that works so it's like well soz you'll have to cope] Liam: [whereas his mum is the opposite, you know the sort never backs the kid and is just wholeheartedly like yes do whatever you think @ the school] Edie: [ahh the joys] Edie: [once that drama has unfurled and you're in your separate detention moments, sending him a pic from the school website of all the staff but she's digitally ❌d out all their eyes] Liam: I miss you too Edie: I hope so Liam: what else would I be doing? Edie: I don't know Edie: you are full of good ideas Liam: I was thinking about setting the fire alarm off Edie: an acceptable second to thinking about me constantly Edie: would hate to perish in a fire with all these cunts Liam: to be with you Liam: I'd get you before they made you line up in the playground for the head count Edie: then we can leave, like we planned Edie: they'll have let our mas fuck off by now Liam: 🗑🔥 Liam: boring if it wasn't for you Edie: you're like Edie: seeing a new colour Liam: maybe I should leave you there longer so you can work on your song about me Edie: don't though Edie: I know it sounds cliche but that's the only way I can explain how blindsided but transformed I feel from you Liam: you're the only person who's said it, don't think that's how cliches work Edie: I don't just say pretty things for the sake of it Edie: or anything Edie: I mean it, regardless of what it does or don't sound like Liam: I know you mean it Edie: if we both set one, it'll take them longer to get back inside Edie: hide and seek and we can finish what we started? Liam: you're on Edie: 3️⃣2️⃣1️⃣ Liam: 1️⃣ 2️⃣ 3️⃣ Edie: [ahh this poor school lol] Liam: [love that you get to be notorious though gal cos peeps gonna be talking about these antics for ages] Edie: [in this fam you have to make your own rep or life is really hard junie and grace, I said what I said] Liam: [tea though] Liam: [I'm trying to think of somewhere cool they could go and my first thought was like a junkyard vibe so they can destroy more things like life is strange and sex education unless you have any better ideas] Edie: [that's always a mood, also very akin to the barn which will clearly be your domain so] Liam: [yeah and somewhere she's probably been loads of times that she knows all the hiding places of so they don't need to be interrupted again] Edie: [live your best destructive lives] Liam: [when he would be and lowkey forget what he's meant to be doing here, such fun, not devastating me at all] Edie: [the theme of these painful two years lmao, I'm so glad you never find out babe truly] Liam: [though ngl I wish you could survive and we could see if y'all as a couple could survive that] Edie: [ahh when you can't do it all, so rude] Liam: [could've had it all rolling in the deep] Edie: [soz you've got to die my love] Liam: [soz you both have, his poor mother] Edie: [yeah that is no fun] Liam: [soz both your kids are dead babe but we need it for the plot] Edie: [some people have the worst luck truly]

[starlumination]

G senjou ni y english translation chapter 5 (end)

Aoi: About that, how I should said...

Fuuta: It's useless, isn't it? Maybe I changed it too much.

Yamato: I guess I didn't have enough memories?

Misaki: Shit!! I should have asked him to send me the graduation album.

Aoi: gezz, not at all! Its good, very surprising

Fuuta: Horayyy!!

Misaki: all right!! We succeed

Yamato: I think we managed to get three people to come by.

Aoi: ah, come on, don't make a fuss you three idiots! We haven't finished writing the song yet!

Aoi: You don't have complete some parts for me and Kounii

Fuuta: Then you can use my notes as a hint for your next arrangement! You know, like "crying Aoi" or "Aoi lost child"

Aoi: I can't arrange it in such a unique way! And if I add any more elements, it'll be nonsense

Kouhei: hahaha

Aoi: kounii, don't keep your laugh, just do me a favor with moving your hand! Come on!

Kouhei: okay, okay, All right then, let's begin

Fuuta: yeah!

---Locaction Fuurai sharehouse----

Aoi: Okay, now all the parts are finished. I've trimmed off the extra elements, and I think it's coming together pretty well.

Fuuta: I'ts really felt like Fuurai, that's Aoi song

Aoi: No

Fuuta: Why?

Aoi: This song... Its not my song, Fuuta's song, ah I mean its Fuurai song

Fuuta: So, you're worried that I've been messing with it too much?

Aoi: That's not true. I like the song, and I never would have done it on my own.

Fuuta: that's great, isn't?

Fuuta: ah hey Aoi, Why didn't you like that first song?

Aoi: About the reason, I definitely never told you.

Fuuta: WHY!?

Aoi: It's own decision

Fuuta: I don't like it when you hide things from me! Just tell me

Aoi: Hey! You're annoying. Don't stick to me! I swear to never told you

Bam!!

Bang!!

Kouhei: You two begin to fighting? You're gonna put a hole in the wall again!

Your landlord will going to kick you out!

Aoi: Futa is so discourteous!

Fuuta: Aoi too

Plak!!

Kouhei: arghh! You guys did it again! Stop, both of you sit on your knees! Regret your wrongdoings

Fuuta: Aoi never told about the reason

Aoi: Its fuuta fault, I getting involved

Fuuta: oh

Aoi: Now, what?

Fuuta: There was a time when I borrowed kouniichan toys from.... and we played with them together

Aoi: So we fought over it and broke it, and later we both went to apologize.

Fuuta: He said "regret your wrongdoings!!" while kneeling down, pff

Aoi and Fuuta: Ahahaha

Kouhei: You guys really to contemplate the mistake!!

[birthedbyshadows]

NateWantsToBattle Lyric Starters

(Rearrange, combine, edit as you want!)

"It takes forever when you go all about it wrong."

"These halls are lined with blood I can't have on my hands."

"These walls they seem to call my name."

"I refuse to be another puppet in your game."

"Your eyes are dead inside."

"Tonight I leave alive."

"I won't let you back in no more, no more."

"I'm sick of getting stuck in the same routine again."

"But I'll never ever be like you."

"I know what happened here, and you can't erase your past."

"I've done what I can to try to hide, but even you can tell who I really am inside."

"It's not my job to watch you."

"Maybe one day you'll find humanity."

"Don't you dare say that we are the same."

"I crave the light of day."

"It's driving me insane."

"We're back. Revamped."

"The madness never ends."

"We're not alone. This time we brought some friends."

"You keep coming back."

"But if this is what you want, then you can be just like us."

"You act like we're to blame."

"You wear a mask to hide yourself when really it makes us the same."

"A couple hours, but it's feeling like days."

"Now you're running out of power."

"We'll leave you mangled and winding away."

"Did you hear that?"

"There's banging in the walls."

“It’s been years since I’ve seen a face around here.”

“I was broken and alone in that hell I called my home.”

"You think you stand a chance to last against the ghosts of your past?"

"Finding me was your worst mistake."

"Now it's just you and me."

"You turn away? I'll be right beside you."

"You cut me off, but I'll always have another way to find you."

"Another night, but it doesn't get easy."

"Because you're stuck picking up all the pieces that they salvaged."

"No matter what the ending, you won't last the night."

"Now don't you panic. It'll all be over soon."

"You'll never be free!"

"You block me out all you want, but I hear the sound."

"I'll come back around."

"No happy ending will ever find you."

"All of these ghosts, they're from deep inside you."

"I found you."

"You've been asleep in your room."

"You can scream. You can shout. This'll all end soon."

"I'm your nightmare."

"I'm broken inside."

"I'll be the end of you."

"Just tell yourself that this is all in your head."

"I hear them running."

"They're banging at my door."

"It's gone for days and nights, but I can't take this anymore!"

"I hear them breathe."

"We hear you scream."

"They won't stop haunting me."

"They're right behind me."

"And I won't take this no more!"

"This can't be real. It's in my head."

"Give it up. You're better off dead."

"Some things are best forgotten."

"We're voices in your head."

"We're the monsters under your bed."

"Come take a closer look."

"We're all still your friends. Do you still believe that?"

"You say that this is over."

"I cannot pretend."

"I know that this can't be the end."

"It's bad enough I'm fading out, and still you torture me."

"Why can't you let me be? I just want to be set free!"

"Now this is the end."

"We can't promise you no more."

"You say you're sick of all your fears, but you keep coming back around here."

"Perhaps it's time for you to be one of us now."

"Now it's the finale, and you weren't ready."

"Don't cry. We're not so scary."

"Don't make a scene, and we'll end this quickly."

"Maybe you've just lost your mind."

"Now you've lost your time."

"We all know you're said and done."

"Now we're bringing it back, and the gang is on track."

"There's so many of us, and we're causing a fuss."

"We all know how the night will end."

"Now you're hiding yourself, but you know very well that it's making us one and the same."

"On strings you will dangle with only yourself to blame."

"There's not a thing you can do to stop us."

"I've forgotten what it's like for me to smell your fear."

"Am I driving you insane?"

"Am I eating at your brain?"

"Your heavy breathing and pain will end soon."

"You're picking up the pieces to the ghosts that will haunt you, too."

"There's no tomorrow for you no matter what they said."

"You know who you are."

"We know everything."

"You've come so far."

"Now you pull the strings."