#i feel like mister j should be here

[shushmal]

A Truth Acknowledged

one time i made a post about regency omegaverse steddie and i found it again so here's a potential part one if the spirit compels me again i'll continue

The house has been quiet for many years now, so Steve is not unused to the stillness that's long settled over Harrington House. He much prefers it, even. At twenty and four years, unwed and without a mother or a tutor to tame him, Steve has grown as wild as his home has grown quiet, left often to his own company. Since his presentation, he's roamed the hills of Loch Nora to his pleasure, long days of solitude interrupted only when his father calls him to his side for some soiree or ball, where Steve is bid to perform as a proper omega should: to dance, to simper, to laugh, to sing—and sometimes, as improper, to be pulled into secluded rooms to be sampled.

It's the reparations to be paid for a thing like him to be born. Steve bears it best he can, knowing he'll return home to be left to his own again. Quiet house, green hills, a loneliness he is safe in.

Until, of course, his father's pockets grow too shallow. And it is time for Steve to perform once more.

Except this time, there's a new face in Harrington House.

"Stephen," his father calls, all false pleasantry and cheer. "I'd like you to come meet young Mister Munson. He is our new neighbor, he and his uncle are staying up at the Thompson estate for the summer."

"I see," Steve says, trying to gather his thoughts between the wool gathering in his head. No one has visited their home since Steve's presentation. "I... I'm very glad to meet your acquaintance, Mister Munson."

Mister Munson, with his round face and large eyes, seems to struggle just as much as Steve does. "J-Just Eddie—I mean, Edward is fine," he says, stumbling over his words. He has a thick accent, and the air of a man learning to speak with the same pomp and confidence as Steve's father. "A pleasure to meet you, as well."

"I thought you might like to show Mister Edward the garden," his father says. He looks at Steve with cold calculation, and Steve feels himself being weighed and priced where he stands.

"Of course," Steve says, dipping his head.

Though Mister Edward doesn't offer his arm, Steve still takes it, hooking their elbows together as Mister Edward fumbles himself into a more proper position. Steve does it smoothly though, and gently pulls Mister Edward out into the sunlight.

He can't help but notice that the two relax minutely once they're out from his father's direct eye. Mister Edward does stay overly stiff though, as Steve leads them along the overgrown garden path, and when he looks up, Steve has to smother a smile to find Mister Edward's face pink across his nose and cheeks, all the way to his ears.

"You must forgive us, Mister Edward," Steve says, his voice soft and intimate. "The two of us are unused to visitors this far into the country."

"Nothing to forgive. If anything, please forgive me," he says, unsure and awkward. "I don't— Is it proper for me to be alone with you?"

Steve truly must fight the smile from his face. "Shall be frank with you, Mister Edward?"

"God, please," Edward breathes, a man out of his depth. "I'm not used to the ways you rich folk talk about nothing but actually say a whole lot."

Laughing, Steve jostles the two of them a little, glad he's gotten Mister Edward to relax enough to speak plainly. "Don't worry, I will translate for you, best I can," he says. Probably a little foolishly. Steve's having his first conversation with the man and already hoping to hang on his arm long enough have more.

Yet, it's worth it, because Edward turns to him with a smile on his face like Steve's handed him a Christmas miracle. "Will you, now?" he asks, a giddy grin crawling his face. "Well tell it to me, pretty thing, why in the world did your fancy father invite a ruffian like me here to meet someone as sweet as you?"

Steve feels himself pinken. Alphas of all types have said many a crude thing to him, but this earnest flirting easily turns Steve's head. What a foolish omega he is.

"I'm sure my father means for us to court and marry."

"My god! Are you sure? Is he mad?" Mister Edward gapes at him. "A proper noble like you married to me?"

Steve snorts and rolls his eyes. Proper. How silly!

"A proper noble like me is still an omega, and a man at that. I'm not a suitable pick to bear heirs," Steve tells him. "He's after your money."

"What money?" Edward laughs. Like his strings have been cut, Edward relaxes against him, his gait a swaying thing, pulling Steve along as they bump together along their ill-given journey. "I don't have a cent to me! It's all my uncle's, you know. He never married, and then my mother wrote him when I came of age and shipped me off to be his heir for a sack of coins. I grew up in London, working in factories."

He lifts his right hand to Steve, showing where two of his fingers are part missing at the first knuckle.

"I was born a roughneck, Stevie," he says, not looking at Steve anymore. Steve should scold him for being so familiar, but instead he finds he likes it. "Born poor and starving. My uncle can dress me up and give me all kinds of lessons, but I'll always be what I was born."

"Well," Steve says, shocked to find himself a little breathless. He watches Edward's profile for a moment longer, watching the unease settling on that handsome brow, twist in his mouth. "It seems we match rather well then, don't you think?"

Edward—Eddie turns to him with wide eyes. "Are you mad?" he asks. As he speaks, he leans in close, until their breaths share air. "Don't you want a good, proper alpha of good stock? Keep you nice and comfy up in some castle?"

"Not particularly," Steve tells him, truthfully. "My father would want nothing more than to marry me off to a high born alpha, to keep a house and have children, and to bring the Harrington name some sort of recognition once again."

Steve turns then, looking down the path and away from Eddie's eyes, so focused on Steve and his words. No one has listen to Steve speak with such attention before.

"I'd much rather marry for love," he admits on a quiet breath. Beside him, Eddie was a line of heat and weight, pressed against him, his gaze burning. "Or, if I can't have love, then at least for friendship. I'd rather not be alone anymore."

"I see," Eddie says.

Turning back to him, Steve gets caught once again in those intense eyes, dark and warm. He has to remind himself, again, that he's just met this alpha, that it's silly to entertain thoughts of love and companionship with a man he's only spoken to this once. Even if Eddie looks at Steve like he could look at him for the rest of his life.

"Well," Eddie says, turning back towards their destination, but letting his hand travel down Steve's arm, until he can link their fingers together. "I suppose we are quite a match, after all then."

Steve can't stop the smile that curves his lips this time, turns his head to try and hide it. "Yes," he agrees, "I suppose, we are."

[mochiwrites]

For the ask game/prompt, mayhaps #1 with Scarian? Could be in canon, one of your AUs, or any other AU you think of lol, no preference ☺️

01. Touch starved/cuddle curse (put that guy in a situation!)

reblogs do more than likes!

"How in the world have you managed this, Scar?!" Grian's indignant voice exclaims, echoing in the small space of Scar's train car. The avian looks down at the man currently pouting at him, a sheepish expression on his face.

"I-I don't know! Joel just gave me this potion thingy and -- and said it would be good for bonding with cOW!" As he speaks, he makes a grabbing motion for Grian, his pout morphing into a pleading look.

Grian pointedly takes a step back from Scar's outreaching arms, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Trusting Joel was your first mistake," he mumbles, sucking in a breath.

"He's a trustworthy fellow!" Scar retorts, "Besides, I don't see what's so bad about this arrangement... all I want to do is cuddle with you."

"That's exactly the problem, Scar!" The feathers of Grian's wings fluff up as he stares at his husband with a firm look. "I have building I have to do! Shops to set up, permits to not do! I also promised Gem I'd help her out with something in a few hours. I can't just stay here with you all day."

Scar's pleading expression only becomes stronger, his green eyes looking shiny as he stares up at Grian from where he sits on his head. "Please, lovebird? Just for a little bit?" He makes another grabbing motion for Grian, who finds his resolve rapidly crumbling the longer he looks at Scar.

"Nuh uh mister, I know exactly how this sort of thing goes. We both know it won't just be 'for a little bit,'" he answers. Grian's making any desperate attempts at keeping his denial firm.

But... he could just tell Gem he'd be around tomorrow. And it's not like the Permit Office is really ever open. They're only sometimes there to help anyway. And he still hasn't come up with any ideas for his mushroom stem shop.

"I promise this time I'll stick to it! Only a few hours, I swear on my hat!" Scar exclaims, eagerly nodding.

"Where have I heard that one before," Grian mumbles under his breath, fondness written into each and every word. He lets out a little sigh, "Alright, alright, fine. But only for a few hours! Let's hope this... cuddle affliction has run its course by then."

He takes a step toward Scar, and the moment he's close enough, a hand jumps out to grab hold of his wrist. Grian yelps as he's pulled right into Scar's lap, arms slinging around his waist. He steadies himself by gripping Scar's shoulders, finding the love of his life grinning at him.

"You should know I always want to cuddle with you." Scar shoots him a cheeky little wink, making Grian roll his eyes, a small smile upon his lips. "You just fit in my arms so perfectly!"

"Maybe that's just because you're a giant," Grian huffs, getting settled in Scar's hold. He moves to lay his head on Scar's shoulder, tucking it within the crook of his neck. "You're like one big teddy bear."

Scar squeezes him lightly, one of his hands moving to rest against the small of his back, right in between his feathers. The contact leaves Grian melting right into him with a content noise. "Am I a cute teddy bear?"

Grian snorts at him.

"It's the most important question I've ever asked you next to proposing, Grian!" Scar gasps in return, a serious look in his eyes. His green eyes sparkle with mirth, and pressed against him like this, Grian can feel the way his chest rumbles with hidden laughter. "I have to know if I'm a cute teddy bear!"

"Yes Scar," Grian sighs fondly, pulling back to hold the man's face in his hands, "you're a very cute teddy bear." He accentuates his response with a kiss to Scar's nose, "Although Jellie is cuter."

Scar makes some kind of ecstatic noise, pulling Grian down into bed as he rolls onto his side. Grian squawks at the sudden action, just narrowly avoiding his wings getting squished. "But of course! No one is cuter than Jellie. You come in a close second place though."

If it were anyone but Jellie, Grian would have complained.

Instead, he snuggles in close to Scar, wrapping a wing around him as they fall into a comfortable silence. Scar's arms are secure around him, and Grian thinks he'd be fine with laying here all day, wrapped in his husband's arms.

"Remember Scar, only for a few hours."

"Right, right! Only a few hours. Or until this cuddle curse goes away!"

(They go well over 'a few hours' together. Grian's communicator pings a few times, but it sounds almost silent over the pair's easy breaths as they sleep.)

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。INEXPERIENCED — ALHAITHAM.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ alhaitham x fem! reader — 1.3k words — the acting grand sage is inexperienced, or so you learn

☽ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, virgin + inexperienced alhaitham, dry humping, hand jobs, mentions of male masturbation

☽ notes ⋮ this is not proof read i couldn’t be bothered

alhaitham has never dated anyone—well, not before you, at least. it’s not exactly a surprise, but you assume he’s at least fooled around before.

you’re not expecting him to be panting under you like this, soft whimpers caught in his throat as your hips grind your heat against his crotch, feeling the bulge through his pants rub along your clit. he’s a mess—sweat glistening on his forehead, hair damp and clinging to the skin as he bites his lip, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of crimson that you don’t think you’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing on him before.

alhaitham is a virgin, you deduce—he has to be from the way he’s seconds away from cumming in his pants.

“you look like you’re about to cum,” you sing, your breath fanning against his ear and making his hands clutch your hips tightly. he fights back the whine begging to escape his mouth, letting out a shaky exhale instead.

“you’re mistaken,” he scoffs stubbornly, “i j-just—fuck,” he cuts himself off with a curse, voice cracking as you roll your hips faster, the friction along his stiff cock burning pleasure up his spine. he’s throbbing—aching to spill his load as your hands find the hem of his shirt, sliding your palms under the fabric to feel up his torso.

they wander over his abs, feeling the taut muscles flex under your touch as he pants, and then your hands find his tits—though he hates when you call them that. your thumbs roll over his pert nipples, pulling a strangle moan from him as his head falls back and his eyes flutter shut.

“baby,” you coo, “you’re falling apart. it’s almost like no one’s ever made you cum before.”

his breath hitches at the statement—and you grin. you’ve got him right here you want him, right in the palm of your hands as he desperately bucks his hips when yours still, chasing the sweet pleasure of friction along his swollen cock.

“well, don’t stop now,” he hisses, glaring at you—but you can see the way his lips are just almost twisted into a pout, eyes hazy and bordering on desperate.

“don’t tell me,” you gasp in faux shock, cupping his cheek and pressing your forehead to his, “the grand sage is a virgin.”

“acting grand sage,” he corrects, avoiding your eyes as blush dusts his cheeks even deeper.

alhaitham is horrified, truth be told. the evening was supposed to go a lot smoother than this—he was supposed to be confident, he was supposed to have you weak in the knees. instead, he’s barely keeping his composure intact—and he hasn’t even taken his pants off yet.

and then there’s the fact that you’re clearly not as…inexperienced as he is, and there’s something close to shame bubbling in his chest. alhaitham has never cared for intimacy—it’s always been a waste of time and a larger deal of hassle than he’s cared for. as far as he’s concerned, his fist has gotten the job done plenty well should he need it, he’s never cared for flings or casual sex.

but now he wishes he was just a slight bit experienced—maybe it’d save his dignity as you grin down at him.

“well, mister acting grand sage,” you press hot, wet kisses up his jaw, making him shiver as your hand travels between your bodies to find his the waistband of his pants, thumb rubbing slow, teasing circles into the skin of his hip. “let’s change that shall we?”

“what—”

“has anyone touched you here?” your hand squeezes his cock through the fabric of his pants, making him groan as he squeezes your hips tighter, almost like he’s searching for something to hold onto.

“n-no—”

“good,” you say happily, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, making him subconsciously chase after you as you pull away all to quickly, “so i get to be the first.”

“does it really matter?” he scoffs—and he tries, you have to give him credit—he tries to keep that stoic and unbothered look on his face, but you can see the cracks easily. too easily.

“maybe not,” you hum, “but it’s still exciting.”

“i think you’re more excited about this than me,” he raises a brow, making you giggle.

and then, wordlessly, you pull out his hardened length, making him hiss as the cool air meets his sensitive skin. he’s long, curved slightly and flushed a pretty pink at the tip, a bead of precum oozing from the slit as you rub hot thumb along it. he gasps, hips bucking from the slightest touch, making you giggle as you press a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“it’s pretty,” you grin, making the tips of his ears burn red as he rolls his eyes.

“you’re an interesting case,” he mutters, voice soft and breathy from the way your hand hovers over where he needs you most. you trace alone the thick vein along the side of his cock, making his eyes close as he lets out a quiet gasp.

“sensitive, baby?”

“stop,” he finally says weakly, head falling to your shoulder as he resigns himself to the embarrassment. but you think he’s cute—adorable, actually, so worked up for your touch and your touch alone.

“‘s ok, i think it’s cute,” you soothe, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.

he moans softly into the crook of your neck as your hand wraps around his girth, smearing the pre cum around his tip before slowly stroking along his length. he’s hot and heavy in your touch, pulsing as your palm drags along the veins running up his cock.

“fuck,” he breathes, “feels…feels good.”

“yeah?” you hum, squeezing at the tip and making him choke on a groan, “are you going to cum, haitham? for me?”

there’s something crossed between a whimper and a gasp caught in his throat at your words, something that makes your clit throb and the wetness between your legs pool as your hand fists his cock faster, the wet, squelching sound filling the room along with his moans.

“y-yeah,” he nods, “i’m close. fuck—so close.”

your hand continues to strike him, pace quickening as you feel him twitch in your hold. you know he’s close, can feel it with the way his nails dig into your hips and his breath fans against your skin with every harsh pant he lets out. his hips thrust up to meet your hand as you rub up and down his length, and you watch with hooded eyes as the akademiya’s scribe—no, the acting grand sage falls apart completely and gives himself to you.

his head falls back and his face breaks from the pleasure, and you watch in awe as alhiatham cums. he sounds pretty, with low, raspy moans and soft whimpers as he shoots hot, sticky ropes of cum into your hand. you stroke him through his high, watching as his mouth parts and his expression crumbles from the intensity of his orgasm.

it’s never felt like this—he’s never been this sensitive. maybe it’s because it’s your hand and not his, maybe it’s because you do something to him that he can’t quite understand, maybe it’s because underneath it all, he’s just a little excited too. either way, alhaitham doesn’t think lonely nights in bed alone with nothing but his own hand to soothe the ache will cut it anymore—not after a taste of this.

“so pretty,” you murmur, pressing kisses into the corners of his mouth as he slumps back, panting as he catches his breath. he stays like that for a bit before he straightens, grunting as his hands toy with the hem of your shirt while he presses his lips to your neck and bites along the skin.

“i’ve never seen someone else cum either,” he says with a small grin, “care to show me what that’s like too?”

hanmas do not plagiarize, repost, or translate to other sites or something i’m too lazy to paste my usual disclaimer

[countlessrealities]

CUPID'S ARROWS EVENT || Active !

@yournamedarling sent: "Mr. Rick I need your help there was another Rick in here and he was really scary and he kept asking me questions about other Rick customers and making me uncomfortable and then he put a force field over the bar and he made me sit down and then a police officer got split in half and then I had to give him a really expensive absinthe and then he threatened me and then he probed my brain and my brain hurty and I throwed up." They are still probably feeling the brain probing effects which is causing them to talk in run-on sentences.

Under normal circumstances, Rick would have rolled his eyes at the "Mr" that Yu-nae had used to address him. It might not be as bad as being called "Mr Sanchez", but it still feels ridiculous and just not him. Not to mention that he would have most likely told the bartender to slow down because he was "making no fuckin' sense".

However, these aren't normal circumstances. So, instead of being annoyed or at least confused, the scientist finds himself staring at the other with wide eyes, as if he was seeing them for the first time. And damn if Yu-nae wasn't making a very different impression compared to their actual first meeting.

Had their features always been so charming sharp? Had the bags under their eyes always made those irises stand out like that? And their intriguingly androgynous form...how hadn't he noticed it before?

Well, fuck it. It doesn't matter because he is seeing it now. And this seems like the perfect occasion to do something about it. He can't miss it, now, can he?

"H-Hey, hey, easy, beautiful. L-Let's start with the essential things, shall we?" He starts, almost purring out the words, as if he had been oblivious to the other's distress. "T-There's no 'mister' here, j-juuust Rick."

He leans into the bartender's personal space with his best charming smirk.

"B-But damn, it seems like someone played a f-fucking number on your head. M-Maybe someone should screw it back in place? I-If it wasn't clear, I-I'm volunteering.~"

And he goes as far as wiggling his eyebrows in a way that's openly suggestive. If Yu-nae hasn't caught up with the fact that something is very much out of place till now, this should be explicit enough to warn him.

[moon-witchs-world]

Growing Pains - Remus J. Lupin part eight

Growing Pains - part eight

A Hogwarts tale

Remus Lupin x Fem!Witchreader

1,6k words

This is part eight of a multipart series. You can find part seven here

A/n: hello lovelies and welcome back to Angst Central. I know, last chapter was nothing but fluff, but I just love some angst. Please let me know what you think, I love to hear your thoughts! 

Masterlist

For hours you sit there with Remus, on the bench in Hogsmeade. Kissing, talking, cuddling. Every time your lips touch, you feel like you’re about to burst from happiness. Every time his hand touches a part of your body, you feel yourself melt a little more.  It’s like you’re both teenagers again, being in love for the first time. 

‘We really should go back to the castle, Remus,’ you said for the second time when you break apart to catch your breath. The first time he just ignored your words by pressing his lips firmly onto yours, locking you into a passionate kiss. 

‘I don’t want this night to end,’ he mumbled, looking into your eyes, drinking you in. 

‘I know, but we have to be back before midnight because of the protective enchantments,’ you said unwillingly. It’s not like you want to go, but you feel the responsibility.  The headmaster explained it all on your first night back at Hogwarts. Teachers obviously have more freedom than the students, but are also supposed to be back in the castle before midnight. That’s when additional protective enchantments start working. You don’t even want to think about what will happen when you arrive at the castle too late. 

‘I know. You’re right. I bet you were a delightful prefect back in the day. Patrolling the corridors, hoping to find some students breaking curfew so you could discipline them,’ he answered with a grin. 

‘Well, mister Lupin, if I remember correctly I did stumble upon four Gryffindors during one of my patrols back in the day and I let them off very easily,’ you answered. Remus’ friends at Hogwarts had been the infamous James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew and they had been known for their mischief and trouble. Remus had always been the quiet one, the one who tried to stop his friends from doing anything too stupid. When you caught the boys roaming the corridors late at night, they begged you not to tell anyone. They were all already in detention and promised to return to their dormitory right away. The least favorite part of being a prefect for you had always been punishing students , so it wasn’t too bad to just turn a blind eye. 

Remus grinned at the memory and got up, reluctantly. He held out his hand to take yours and helped you up. A feeling of familiarity overcame you when you started walking back, hand in hand. It was cliché but your hand seemed to fit into his perfectly. You didn’t talk much on your way back, but you were both walking slowly as if you were trying to make the night last for as long as possible. As soon as you saw the castle, you dropped his hand. 

‘Excuse me?’ he said and he immediately tried to grab hold of your hand again. You crossed your arms in front of you. Well, this was going to be awkward.

‘Sorry, Rem, but I don’t want people to know yet. Especially not the students. Imagine what that will do to my reputation.' You hated the words that came out of your mouth, every single one of them, but they were true. You didn’t want the gossip to be about your love life. You just wanted to keep this private while it still was so new and delicate. 

'I understand,' he said coolly, which gave you the impression he very much did not understand, but he didn't take your hand again. Instead he opened the heavy hardwood doors of the castle for you. Even when he was offended, he was still a gentleman. 

'I don't want to be upfront, but do you want to go to my office? Maybe have something to drink? Talk a bit more?' he asked and you nodded instantly. 

'Yes, I would love that.'  It was crazy how different the start of this night was from how it was ending. It was a relief that you finally confessed your feelings to Remus. You walked to his classroom and Remus opened the door for you. As soon as you stepped inside, he grabbed your hands and pulled you towards him until his lips touched yours once more. When he dropped one of your hands to place his hand on the small of your back, you let your hand travel into his hair. 

You froze when you heard a cough. Someone else was in the classroom. You quickly broke apart and when you turned to see who coughed, your heart dropped. Severus Snape was sitting behind Remus’ desk, a smoking goblet of potion in front of him. 

‘Severus, I don’t remember inviting you into my office,’ Remus said coldly. It was the first time he dropped his overly-kind attitude towards Severus. 

'It was not my idea to sit and wait here for you. Watching over you like you're a little child, checking to see if you're taking your potion but the headmaster insisted,’ Severus said. His tone was even colder and more unfriendly than usual, which was quite an achievement. 

‘My potion,’ Remus said quietly. You couldn’t believe it. Did he truly forget his potion? The one thing that would make him a bit less dangerous during his transformations? You automatically took a step back as if you were trying to distance yourself. 

‘Once again there’s nothing more I can do than warn you, miss Y/L/N. I can tell my previous warnings haven’t had any effect, but it would be wise to reconsider your company,’ he said to you, raising his eyebrows. 

‘I’m perfectly capable of choosing my own company, Severus,’ you snapped back. He only shrugged.

‘Your funeral. Good night,’ he mumbled. He quickly collected his things, it looked like he had been grading essays while he waited for Remus, and left the classroom without another word.

As soon as Severus had closed the door behind him, Remus came closer, but you automatically stepped back. 

‘Your potion, Remus. You should take it.’  He nodded and walked over to his desk, taking the goblet into his hands. You watched as he drank the whole potion in one go. 

‘All right then. Can I offer you a drink, love?’ he said as soon as he had put the goblet down. 

‘No thanks. I think it’s better if I left. You should get some rest,’ you answered, ignoring the disappointment you felt. This night had been perfect, up until now, when you were hit by reality. 

‘Wait, what’s wrong, love? Is it Severus? Because I think it’s better to ignore him. He always wants to call me out on something. Don’t let it bother you.’ You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

‘Are you kidding me? This is the second time that I see you simply forget to take your Wolfsbane potion. The one thing that makes you a little less dangerous. You can’t forget about it Remus, you are surrounded by people here. Kids mostly. It’s stupid and irresponsible. Severus is right.’

The silence that followed felt heavy. You knew you had struck a nerve, but there was no way you were going to dance around this. He was being irresponsible. 

‘Godric’s sake, Y/N!’ he suddenly yelled. He startled you and you automatically took a step back. 

‘I’m sorry, I, it’s just.. I’m not blaming you by saying this, but I forgot about it. I know it’s stupid and I know it’s not an excuse but when I’m with you I don’t think about it. It’s like the whole werewolf thing doesn’t exist when I’m with you. You make me feel… incredible, really,’ he said. You knew his words were supposed to calm you down, to compliment you, but they made you feel guilty instead. 

‘If that’s the case then it’s probably better if I keep my distance,’ you heard yourself say. You saw the expression on his change, the smile disappeared. You knew your words were breaking his heart, but if they would keep him safe, it might be worth it. 

‘I just forgot about it for a while, Y/N. I’m sure I would have remembered it soon enough,’ he said. He sounded like he was trying to bargain. 

‘Yeah, that’s not good enough, Remus. See, I need you to take care of yourself. I need to be able to trust you. And I know your intentions are good, but I can’t be the reason you forget such important things as taking the potion. I can’t. I refuse to be that person,’ you said, voice trembling while trying to hold back the tears that burned in your eyes. 

‘What do you mean? Everything I said tonight is true, love. I feel so much better when I’m with you. You are exactly what I need right now,’ he said and this time, he had grabbed your hands again. You resisted the urge to kiss him. This wasn’t the time to be selfish. To indulge into this romance. You needed him to be safe and healthy and apparently your presence was preventing just that. 

‘I have to go. Get some rest. Think about it. We’ll talk later,’ you heard yourself mumble. Remus dropped your hands and when you tried to look him in the eyes, he was avoiding your gaze. He didn’t say anything when you walked to the door, nor when you opened it. He let you walk away in silence. All the way to your office you could held back your tears, but as soon as you entered your office, the tears started to flow. 

You wondered if you did the right thing or just lost someone really special. 

Part nine

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[shiningwonderland]

Otoya Ittoki (Repeat)

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May — It began approaching poco a poco

As May begins, we grow accustomed to school life.

Tomochika Shibuya: So, Haruka. Is everything going well with Otoya?

As soon as Golden Week is over and we're back in school, Tomo-chan asks me that.

Haruka Nanami: We still haven't made a song, but… we are practicing together a lot.

We spent Golden Week practicing like crazy after deciding to give our all together.

Ittoki-kun sings like he’s having so much fun, it made me enjoy playing as well.

Tomochika Shibuya: I see, so the two of you practice together. How nice.

Haruka Nanami: Isn’t it for you too, Tomo-chan?

Tomo-chan should also have a partner.

Tomochika Shibuya: Ah, well… That bastard, from the first meeting he told me “I like high notes so if you cannot reach soprano you cannot sing it.”

Tomochika Shibuya: And kept rambling about stuff like that. Well, my principle is to take on every fight so I will accept his challenge! Just wait and see!

Tomochika Shibuya: I’ll master mixed-voice and sing five whole octaves, dammit!

Tomochika Shibuya: Well, for now we've agreed to work separately. Once we both reach a result we agree on, we'll start practicing together.

Tomochika Shibuya: I'm so jealous of you, to be honest. Aah~ I wish you and I were partners.

… Even though she’s saying that, Tomo-chan seems to be having fun.

Otoya Ittoki: Good morning, Nanami. Three days no see…

Tomochika Shibuya: He~eh. Three days no see, huh? You two have been practicing together during Golden Week, right?

Otoya Ittoki: Eh? What? Did I say something weird?

Tomochika Shibuya: No, I was just commenting on how good your relationship is.

Otoya Ittoki: Ah, yeah. It’s like we’re on the same wavelength.

Otoya Ittoki: I heard that a composer and an idol’s relationship is like a three-legged race.​ Well, it really feels like it.

Shining Saotome: Exactly. The composer and the idol’s relationship is like a three-legged race, two hearts beating as one!

Tomochika Shibuya: Whoa, what was that!?

Otoya Ittoki: Principal, how long have you been here?!

Shining Saotome: HA HA HAAA~~ The walls have ears, my dears, and doors have Iris. Heeeeere is Shining in the cleaning closet!

Haruka Nanami: Amazing… As expected of the principal… At any given time, he keeps watch over us.

What an amazing person. Oh my, what a caring teacher he is. I might really respect him…

Otoya Ittoki: Eeh! That's what you are shocked about?

Shining Saotome: HA HA HAAA~~ MISS Nanami. It seems you understand me very well. I shall give you a reward.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… no… that's… I don’t…

Shining Saotome: Now then, I hereby announce Saotome Academy's gateway to success, the Idol Strengthening Training from Heeell.

Shining Saotome: Moreover, this time specially YOU and MISTER Ittoki will be guided by ME personally through it!

Haruka Nanami: J-Just us…? Especially…?

Shining Saotome: Ha ha ha~~ Last month, I heard the two of you singing on the roof.

Shining Saotome: The two of you have quiiite the talent! Because it's ME saying that, there is no doubt!

The principal is going to teach us right after entering school, how lucky we are. Ahh, I'm so thankful!

Shining Saotome: The seventh “The Idol and the Composer are Always Like a Three-Legged Race Team In the Entertainment Industry, Therefore Search for the Idol's Endorsement in an Actual Three-Legged Race ” Championship…

Shining Saotome: Shall now begin! Don-Don-Don-Pappu!

Shining Saotome: …Hn, not a lot of applause, huh~ No good , no good. Youth are the best at being energetic... Now, applause!

After the school president appeared in the classroom, A Class is told to change into their jerseys and meet outside.

Once we all get to the grounds, Tsukimiya-sensei hands out towels to each pair and gives instructions for the three-legged race.

So Ittoki-kun and I are joined at the foot, but… for some reason, my heart is pounding…

Otoya Ittoki: Let’s work hard, Nanami!

Haruka Nanami: Y... Yes. I'll do my best...

Tomochika Shibuya: Doing your best for this is good and all but… Earlier, didn't he say that he would give only the two of you special training? So why bother increasing the number of contestants?

Tomochika Shibuya: ...Wait, he just said “the seventh,” which means this happens every year? Aw, come on. I don't even know a good place to begin unpacking all of this.

Haruka Nanami: Um… where's your partner, Tomo-chan?

Tomo-chan is still wearing her uniform and came out to the grounds alone.

Tomochika Shibuya: …You. In this situation, you want to start there?

Haruka Nanami: Ah…s-sorry. I was just worried…

Tomochika Shibuya: No, it's okay… It looked troublesome, so he passed. Well, it's not just my partner; half the class is too scared to participate.

Now that she's mentioned it, half the class is still in their uniforms, watching from the shadows of the trees.

Come to think of it, before heading to the grounds, the principal said, “While we’re at it, I will allow all of A Class to participate.

Pass this trial and you will be one step closer to the star of the idol. However, should you fail…

There is a risk that you may not just receive serious injuries, but also get caught in this and that, so people who are unsure should waaatch from the sidelines~

BUT the entire class must participate, so even if you decide that you do not want to participate, pleeeease come down and watch.”

Or, I think that’s what he said. What did he mean by “this and that”...? I wonder...

Tomochika Shibuya: So? Why have Masato and Natsuki paired up with each other?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Huh... I wonder why? Before I realized it, I was connected with Masato-kun.

Masato Hijirikawa: …Tsukimiya-sensei said that there is a lack of rivals and fun to this, so he recommended us to participate.

Haruka Nanami: And what about your partners?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, my partner composer seems to have the start-of-school blues and is taking a break from class.

Natsuki Shinomiya: And I believe Masato-kun's partner composer is absent today due to a cold.

Masato Hijirkawa: Tsukimiya-sensei said that in this case, even though we are friends, it would be better to become rivals.

Masato Hijirkawa: Sensei made the point that “a good rival makes an even better friend.”

Masato Hijirkawa: …It would be impolite to respond unfavorably to that sentiment.

Otoya Ittoki: “A good rival,” huh? That's really interesting. Ah, that makes me a little excited! Hey, don’t you agree?

Select the Phrase!

…ドキドキします …It is heart-pounding. (+20 Love +5 Music)

Otoya Ittoki: Are you a little nervous? Here, do a breathing exercise with me. Now: in, out.

Otoya Ittoki: Once more. In... and out. Well, feeling less nervous?

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes. A little…

… Even though that's what I said, to participate in a three-legged race be connected with Ittoki-kun is…

My heart is not going to stop pounding so easily.

Up till now, I haven’t properly done three-legged races, not even folk dancing...

Honestly, this is the first time I've been in such close contact with a man.

I hope that the pounding of my heart isn't heard by Ittoki-kun…

Shining Saotome: Everyooone. OK, ready?

Shining Saotome: Well, even if you aren't ready, I'm gonna begin.

Shining Saotome: Now, everyone. Please do your best in finding the Idol's Endorsements that are hidden on caaampus.

Otoya Ittoki: Sensei, question. What exactly is the Idol's Endorsement?

Shining Saotome: … Ha ha haaa. Well then, everyone, please do your best in finding the hidden Idol's Endorsement.

Otoya Ittoki: Wow, I was ignored…

Ringo Tsukimiya: Give up on that. Shiny won’t give up a description just like that. Hurry up and start looking.

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes.

Taking a closer look, the other students are all off with a cloud of dust behind them.

Otoya Ittoki: Whatever. I don't really get it, but let's go! Right, Nanami?

Haruka Nanami: Yes!

Otoya Ittoki: One, two, one, two.

Haruka Nanami: Ah!

Me being nervous and this being the first time I'm competing in a three legged race is causing me to nearly fall every time we take a step.

… Ah… I'm such an inconvenience…

Otoya Ittoki: Are you ok? Ah, is it... Am I going too fast?

Select the Phrase!

ドキドキが止まりません My heart won’t stop pounding. (+20 Love +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I'm sorry for not being experienced with this, especially… contact with members of the opposite sex…

Otoya Ittoki: Ah… I see… Sorry. I put my arm around your shoulders without thinking…

Haruka Nanami: N-No. That's not it. After all, we cannot walk stably without wrapping our arms around each other’s shoulders.

Haruka Nanami: It’s true that I'm a little embarrassed… But it’s not your fault.

Otoya Ittoki: … For some reason, you saying that makes me a little shy too…

We both avert our eyes from each other. Becoming conscious of all this would only make this more heart-pounding.

Otoya Ittoki: But… if this keeps going it’ll be a problem. There’s gotta be a way…

Otoya Ittoki: Ah, that's it.

Suddenly, Ittoki-kun begins humming a song.

Haruka Nanami: This… this is the song that we're always practicing…

Otoya Ittoki: Yep. I’ll sing it while running and align your steps to the rhythm. Don’t you think it will work out like that?

Haruka Nanami: Yes! I think so! I do!

How strange... Up until a little while ago, our footsteps didn’t match up at all. Now our feet move as if it were natural.

Pleased, I look at Ittoki-kun and he grins at me while singing.

Otoya Ittoki: Whoa, that surprised me… What’s this, a balloon?

Balloons cover the entire surface of the recording room.

Haruka Nanami: Do you… want to search here?

Otoya Ittoki: Hmm… Yeah, I bet there’s a trap around here. There might be something hidden in an unexpected place like this. Nanami, are you okay with balloons?

Haruka Nanami: Ah… yes, I'm fine with them.

Otoya Ittoki: Well then, let’s go take a look.

With that, we enter the balloon-covered recording room.

With every step we take, we hear the pop of balloons echoing.

Otoya Ittoki: You okay? If it’s painful, you can cover your ears.

Haruka Nanami: Oh, I’m fine…

Every time we break a balloon, flour, water, loaches, and other substances burst out and the floor grows ever-messier.

Cleaning looks like it will be troublesome…

Otoya Ittoki: Whoa, even baby chicks… How in the world did the old man put them into a balloon?

Haruka Nanami: The principal is one amazing person...

Otoya Ittoki: Huh? Ah… Certainly, he’s amazing, in different meanings of the word…

Pop.

A silver key appears from inside a popped balloon.

Otoya Ittoki: Hm? What's this? A key? But... for what...?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, Ittoki-kun... Over there.

A small treasure box is hidden in the corner of the room.

Otoya Ittoki: Bingo! Nanami! The Idol's Endorsement must be in there. This was easier than I expected.

We wade through the remaining balloons to pick up the treasure box.

Otoya Ittoki: Well, let’s open it up.

Haruka Nanami: O-Okay…

Inside of this is the Idol's Endorsement… I wonder what it looks like.

Click.

The lock opens.

When we open the lid of the treasure box…

Shining Saotome: HA HA HAAA~~! Tooooooo bad for you. This isn't it.

From inside the box, we hear the principal’s voice, and then –

Click.

It sounds like a switch flips.

Rumble rumble!

The left and right walls of the recording room open. And then…

A two-meter wide ball comes rolling towards us from the opening.

Otoya Ittoki: Whoooaaaaa!!!!

Otoya Ittoki: Nanami, I’m sorry!

Haruka Nanami: Huh…?

Ittoki-kun picks me up over his shoulder and begins to run.

In an attempt to escape from the ball, we run down the hallway, but the ball continues to gain speed.

Otoya Ittoki: DAMN IIIIT!!! Is this school a trick mansion or something?! In that case…!

Ittoki-kun, speeding up slightly, opens the door to the nearest classroom and jumps in.

Otoya Ittoki: … Ha, ha, ha… I think it kept going… phew…

Ittoki-kun, giving a sigh of relief, slumps against the classroom door, sliding downwards to sit on the ground… All that is fine but...

Haruka Nanami: Ah…um…

I'm being hugged from behind by Ittoki-kun, and also fell to the ground with him.

Otoya Ittoki: Ah… sorry… But, could we stay like this for a minute?

Haruka Nanami: Eh…?

Otoya Ittoki: Ah, that. Er… When you sit down holding onto a cushion or a stuffed animal, don't you feel relieved?

Otoya Ittoki: It makes me feel comfortable… like, it calms me down…?

Oh...I see.

Select the Phrase!

わたしも落ち着きます …It also makes me calm. (+20 Love +0 Music)

Ha… Right now, I…! I think I just blurted out something ridiculous…

Otoya Ittoki: Really?! I see. I’m glad.

I feel myself being held more firmly than before.

Ittoki-kun's arms... They’re really strong.

Otoya Ittoki: For some reason, I feel really calm now, like this. Nanami, you're really warm and smell nice.

Haruka Nanami: B-But… We were running earlier, so I guess I smell pretty sweaty…

Otoya Ittoki: That's not true. Your shampoo smells so good.

After saying that, Ittoki-kun buries his face in my hair.

The top of my head feels ticklish and I'm warm inside.

Thump, thump. I can hear the sound of Ittoki-kun's heart through my back that's leaning against him.

… I close my eyes and listen carefully and I begin to hear it…your sound.

Many melodies dance across my mind.

Otoya Ittoki: OK! Charge complete! You’re a lifesaver, Nanami.

Haruka Nanami: Ah... I didn't do anything, though…

He is the one who gave me such wonderful sounds.

Otoya Ittoki: We should get going soon. Even if the other guys got ahead of us, we can make good time… Can you stand? Here…

Haruka Nanami: Th… Thank you…

Ittoki-kun takes my hand, helping me stand.

… How kind.

I was really lucky to get such a wonderful person as a partner.

Really, too good a person for someone like me.

I hope to one day be like he is.

Otoya Ittoki: Hm? There's a lot of noise coming from over there. Let's go see.

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

A crowd has gathered farther down the hallway. There, among the group are Shinomiya-san and Hijirikawa-sama.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, Oto-kun, Nanami-san.

Masato Hijirikawa: … You're late.

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah. Well, a lot happened. Moving on, why's everyone stopped here?

Masato Hijirikawa: … Beyond here, there's a minefield.

Haruka Nanami: A… minefield?

Meaning, there are explosive devices implanted over there?

Masato Hijirikawa: Yes… Keep watching and you'll understand.

Male Student A: Le-let's go…

Male Student B: Yeah…

Two brave students step onto the sand-covered hallway that has a sign saying “minefield” in front of it.

Click. One of the students steps on a mine. That moment...

Shining Saotome (recording): Bomb number 35! This was when Class A teacher Ringo Tsukimiya was in junior high school.

Shining Saotome (recording): He wrote a hot love song for a girl he liked. I will now read it out looooud.

Shining Saotome (recording): Now, please listen. The title is “Kimi ni Mero Mero.” (I am Madly in Love With You)

Ringo Tsukimiya: NOOOOOOOO!!

Male Student A: The victim for this bomb was Ringo-chan, huh...

Male Student B: This isn't something you can get over in a week. I feel sorry for him. Can't do anything about it, let's go back and try another path.

Masato Hijirikawa: … So, you see the situation.

Natsuki Shinomiya: There are many mines buried in that hallway and each mine holds some sort of past trauma, which no one wants to be revealed to anyone else.

Haruka Nanami: I see… I can see how those are bombs.

Masato Hijirikawa: Yes… It was a horrible attack.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Earlier, we decided to try it. At that time, Masato-kun…

Masato Hijirikawa: Shinomiya, have a warrior’s compassion... Please be quiet.

Natsuki Shinomiya: … You’re right. I’ll do that.

I... I'm really interested now. But, it's not something that I can ask… I guess?

Otoya Ittoki: But, with such an incredible trap as this, don't you think the Idol's Endorsement is also there…

Masato Hijrikawa: Yes. That is the most likely possibility. Everyone else has searched the rest of the campus and arrived here.

Otoya Ittoki: In that case, there's only one thing to do.

Ittoki-kun looks confident, with a mischievous smile on his face.

Haruka Nanami: Eh…?

Otoya Ittoki: Nanami! This might be a little tough, but can you work hard with me?

Select the Phrase!

一十木くんと一緒なら If I'm with Ittoki-kun I can. (+20 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I'll do my best.

Otoya Ittoki: I'm glad to hear you say that.

Otoya Ittoki: I also feel like I can do my best because of you. I mean, the warmth that you give me is really warm.

Otoya Ittoki: Maybe that was a bit too forward? Aha… haha.

He says that, scratching his cheek with embarrassment.

Ittoki-kun is probably trying to cheer me up.

I’m happy that he cares.

Otoya Ittoki: Well, let’s go.

We hold onto each other’s shoulders and set foot into the minefield together.

This is a long, long hallway that starts from the main school building to the principal’s office. There are many mines buried under the sand that covers the entire floor of the hallway.

To think that the principal set up this entire trap from the moment he thought about making this special class just under an hour ago… I’m impressed.

But I can't think about that now; I have to concentrate to not step on a mine while we pass through here.

Otoya Ittoki: One, two, three, four.

Haruka Nanami: One, two, three, four.

With a good tempo, we continue at an even pace. We get about halfway through without stepping on a mine.

Otoya Ittoki: Thanks to everyone else taking a chance, there aren't very many left.

Haruka Nanami: Would be nice if we can get through this without stepping on one at this rate.

Otoya Ittoki: Well, nothing’s better than that…

Click.

My foot steps on a mine.

Shining Saotome (Recording): Bomb number 112! A Class's Tomochika Shibuya, is actually…

Ahh! I didn’t just step on a mine, I stepped on Tomo-chan’s mine!

Otoya Ittoki: Nanami! Instead of worrying about not tripping them, rather, step on every single one you see!

Haruka Nanami: Eh?

Though I don’t understand why, I start stepping earnestly on the mines.

Shining Saotome (Recording): Bomb number 44! A Class's Natsuki Shinomiya's glasses are…

Shining Saotome (Recording): Bomb number 95!

Shining Saotome (Recording): Bomb number 70!

With so many mines going off at the same time, it becomes hard to understand what's being said.

With that over, Ittoki-kun looks over at me with a smile.

Otoya Ittoki: With all the noise, no one can hear anything clearly!

Otoya Ittoki: Still, if this isn’t enough, we can sing loud enough to overcome the tape’s volume!!

Oh, I see now… The mines can't affect you if you can't hear them.

Ittoki-kun begins to sing our usual practice songs. I keep moving my feet along to the song.

We step on countless mines to get across the minefield, but we're able to get past the field without adding to the list of victims.

Haruka Nanami: …We… We've arrived.

Otoya Ittoki: Nice work!

Pat. Ittoki-kun puts his hand on my head.

Otoya Ittoki: Well, we got this far but…

At the other end of the minefield is a small white table, on which a melon bread is placed.

Haruka Nanami: …This is…melon bread… right?

Burned into the top of the very ordinary-looking melon bread are the words "Idol's Endorsement."

Otoya Ittoki: … The Idol's Endorsement is… this…?

Shining Saotome: That's riiiight. That is the Proof of Iiiidols.

Otoya Ittoki: So that means… So, what do you get out of this melon bread? If I eat it, does that mean I become an idol?

Shining Saotome: Non, non. This is just an ordinary melon breeead. Nooothing special about it.

Otoya Ittoki: So what does that mean? Everything that we did was for no reason?

Shining Saotome: That's not true at aaaall. What it took to get here was wisdom and courage, effort and guts, and luck with time.

Shining Saotome: Those are all things that an idol needs.

Haruka Nanami: So, you did all of this to teach this to us…

Otoya Ittoki: Ahaha… Well, that's another way to look at it…

Shining Saotome: HA HA HA! That's riiight.

Haruka Nanami: Our principal really is amazing…

Moving, I step forward and... CLICK. My foot steps on a switch.

……………………. Ah, my foot stepped into the minefield…

Shining Saotome (Recording): Bomb number 320! This school's principal, Shining Saotome's real name is actually family name Saotome, given name Mi….

Shining Saotome: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! That is TOP SEEEEEEEECRET!

The school principal's voice rings throughout the school.

After that, we return to the classroom.

Otoya Ittoki: In the end, this was all just a whim created by the principal, huh.

Haruka Nanami: So it seems. But… it was fun.

After that, because of the need to clean up from the special class, normal classes are canceled.

And, because of the number of traps placed all over the campus, it takes us half the day.

Grumble, grumble...

My stomach makes a small sound.

Haruka Nanami: Ah…

Ohh… how embarrassing.

Otoya Ittoki: Oh, It’s already this late. Ah, that’s right, we have this!

Ittoki-kun takes the Idol's Endorsement melon bread from his bag.

Otoya Ittoki: Since we have it, let's split it and eat.

Haruka Nanami: Okay!

I've been here at Saotome Academy for one month now. Things I would normally not experience have happened to me.

From the bottom of my heart, I think that now I’m having the most fun school life that I could have.

Haruka Nanami: Ah~ today was really fun. I need to hurry and write the song before I forget this feeling.

As I'm walking towards the dorms in high spirits, some raindrops fall on me and—all of a sudden—there's a downpour.

Haruka Nanami: Whoa…

I run over under the school building to get some shelter.

Haruka Nanami: A sudden shower? I'll have to wait here for it to let up a little.

... And here I wanted to get back quickly so I could play the piano…

When, suddenly,

Cat: Mrow…

I can hear the sounds of a miserable kitten.

Haruka Nanami: Hm? That cry. Ah, I was right, it is the cat from the day of the entrance ceremony.

That day, I helped the kitty down from a high place, but now it's on the school grounds crying and completely soaked.

Haruka Nanami: It's okay. I'm going to help you now.

Keeping hold of the kitty, I make a dash to the dormitory.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… Tomo-chan isn't back yet.

Since animals are prohibited from the dorms, I want to help this little one without Tomo-chan finding out.

Haruka Nanami: … Shower first, since you're covered in mud.

Heading into the bathroom, I carefully wash the kitty.

I then wrap it in a towel, trying to help it warm up for the night.

By the next morning, the cat is completely healthy.

Early in the morning, in order to not have Tomo-chan find out, I let the kitty back out.

Haruka Nanami: Bye bye. Really, you shouldn’t enter the school.

I say that and send it off, but it keeps turning back to me and crying out of loneliness.

Ohh… I feel the guilt.

Select the Phrase!

時々なら遊びにおいで Come back to play sometime. (+0 Love +5 Music)

When I say that, the cat starts purring happily with my statement and jumps on me.

Haruka Nanami: You really shouldn't though. So, do it secretly, okay?

Cat: Meow!

It's almost as if it knows what I'm saying and meows at just the right times.

Haruka Nanami: … Don't get caught by the teachers, okay?

Cat: Meow!

Haruka Nanami: It really does seem like you understand me. Amazing. Oh… right. I should have given you a name. Let's see…

Haruka Nanami: How does Kuppuru sound to you?

Cat: Meow!!

Once I give the kitty its name, it makes the happiest meow I've ever heard.

From then on, Kuppuru sometimes comes by my room to play.

Kuppuru almost seems to listen to my stories, so I happily start talking to him.

Though I first helped him, now I'm the one being helped.

Kuppuru is another precious friend I've met since coming to this school.

Mini Game

Ringo Tsukimiya: Hehe. Today is the day you've all been preparing for, the paper test!

Ringo Tsukimiya: Though I say that, this test is not that difficult, so relax.

Ringo Tsukimiya: This is just a test on the knowledge that you have obtained from what we have been studying up till now, so as long as you have studied, you should be just fine!

Ringo Tsukimiya: Now, answer the questions from the given options.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Most of the answers can be found in the dictionary, so you should know all the answers if you've reviewed it.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Hehe. Well then, begin the test!

S Rank

Otoya Ittoki: Every one correct… Eh!? How, how in the world were you able to do that? Ah… you must have studied really hard… Well, that's obvious. Hey, can you teach me how to study for next time?

Haruka Nanami: A… Okay. If you're fine with me…

Notes… I’ll put some together that are easy to understand.

Chapter End

[monstersofsilence]

Rememberance: Memories Through A Haze (Sweeps Ago Part 1)

Warning: Blood mention

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"Look at you now. Helpless. No one to come save you now that pathetic commander of ours is out of the picture. I don't know why he even went soft to save your sorry ass. Should have killed you then and there like the rest of your lime blood caste. And don't worry... I will take good care of that girl that look fondly of you. Let's say it's... the least I could do. Now, Calrin... this is goodbye."

Those words. They echo to the void over and over. Like a broken record that can't be stopped. Why does it sound familiar? Why does it make him... angry? He then suddenly woke up, springing up and looked around at his surroundings, panting heavily.

He's in the middle of the forest though how did he even end up here? He began to pick himself back with a help of a tree next to jim for support but nearly stumbled a bit, groaning in pain. Looking down, he noticed that there's a hole on his leg, a gun shot, and it seems to have been bleeding for a while.

"Oh god... H-How long have I been bleeding for...?!" He whispered to himself. He didn't want to panic, making things worse for himself but he needs to find someone that could help him. The lime blood began to carefully walk through the forest, toughing through the pain. He realized that he not only had a gunshot on his leg but somewhere on his shoulder. Everything hurts. Everything is starting to feel hazy. He must have lost a lot of blood for who knows how long. It wasn't long until his vision started getting blurry to then going black. He collapsed to the ground, passing out then and there.

What feels like forever, he eventually woke up, slowly opening up his eyes to meet a ceiling above his head. Was that all a dream? Looking around, he notices that he's inside a room. "Where... Where am I?" He was about to get up but felt a sharp pain on his shoulder. He glanced down to see some bandages and thrn turned his eyes up to his right leg to see it also wrapped up in gauze. It wasn't a dream after all. The last thing he remembered was roaming around the forest, searching for help but who eventually found him?

The door made a sound, the knob turning and the door opening. It revealed a woman standing at the doorway. "Ah! You're a awake!" She exclaims with joy, walking inside and taking a chair next to the bed he's laying to sit. "I didn't think you'd wake up. I thought you would be in a coma and had to take you to a hospital." She smiles.

He doesn't know why but he felt cautious. Obviously he was helped but something inside of him wanted to keep quiet. He stayed where he is but let out a sigh. "Where am I?" He merely asks.

"You're in my cabin." She answers. "My name is Qonelli. I found you in the middle of the forest while I was gathering some herbs and brought you here, tended to your wounds. You were... in rough shape I'm going to be honest with you." Qonelli frowned from the thought. "What... happened to you?"

He stared up at the ceiling. Admittedly, he doesn't remember what happened to him. "I... Honestly... I don't remember. I don't... I don't remember my name..."

"Oh dear... That's no good. I didn't account for trauma resulting in memory loss... I will tell you that I was once a doctor hence why I was able to treat your wounds. It looks like you have been through hell and back. Do you have memory of anything? Some people with amnesia will have certain things that can help them piece together the missing fragments. Think carefully... Take it slow, obviously."

What does he remember? There was a voice before he woke up but nothing he can pin point to what happened to him. Though there was a name. Yes, there is a name that sounds familiar. "Cal... rin. I think..." He stammered his words a bit.

"Take your time. You're doing great, mister."

The name seems right. It's hard to dig into something that is buried deep within his mind. What is his last name? Starts with a J? A J, right? "Jo-... Jozr... Jozrei."

"Is that your name, mister?" Qonelli politely asks.

"Yes... Yeah, it's... Calrin. Calrin Jozrei."

"Great! A perfect first step!" She clapped her hands together with a wide smile. "A patient's name is usually the hard part for people with amnesia, so it is good that you pieced together that. Anything else you could remember?"

Calrin thought for a while. Nothing was standing out or just nothing at all. He slightly shook his head. "That's all I could remember. All I know is that I'm bruised up and got two gunshots on me." Calrin explains. "How did you manage to patch me up considering I lost who knows how much blood?"

"Like I said, I was once a doctor. As for how I managed to get some blood in you... let's say that is under the hush-hush." Qonelli answers. "I still help people in need every once and a while and it also means obtaining some blood bags... through certain means... if I ever need to do blood transfusions. Yours is extra, EXTRA hush-hush since... well, not to sound rude or anything but your caste were supposed to be extinct."

Yes. Lime bloods. He is also one. Perhaps that must be the reason as to how he nearly died. "Right... That might be one reason." Calrin merely says.

"Hmm? Come again?"

"Waking up to finding myself near death. That could be one reason... but...- No. I feel like there's more to it than that."

"You think so? Well... considering I found you in the middle of nowhere, I don't suppose you know where you live?"

"... No. I'm afraid not."

Qonelli frowns, resting her elbows on her knees and cupping her cheeks with her hands. "Well, this is quite a pickle but... at least the first step of you remembering your name is done. I'm sure your memories will come back but I would prefer you to seek a more qualified doctor under that field to help you."

"If there's some that are willing to help someone like me... if they don't care about the color of my blood."

The mood the in room started to feel more gloom after the mention of that. Qonelli didn't to fake hope for him but he is right. Lots of hospitals and clinics have to follow rules and those that break them are risking lives to do so. "Tell you what? I will let you stay here a while so you can properly heal." Qonelli suggested. "Once you gather your strength, you can leave and seek out help to recover your missing memories. Okay?"

He feels grateful on the inside. Calrin is glad to have found help, or to be found. But now all he will be thinking about is digging for his past. That is something that will be bothering him from now on. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

"Great! I'll go make some tea for you. Please try not to move too much or you'll tear open your stitches." Qonelli got up and left the room, leaving him by his lonesome as he loses himself in his thoughts. Going to be who knows how long until he can remember everything.

[lex-munro]

[Suicide Squad Scrap] Princess pt. 17

self-indulgent batjokes-flavored SS/BvS/JL, installment 17.  by this point, Ratcatcher has accepted Joker’s somewhat ambiguous gender identity and has decided they are platonic galpals.  chapter contains a barely-off-panel sex act.  TW:  dubious/coerced consent.

the piece as a whole is rated Mature for pervasive language, varying degrees of violence, use of controlled substances, sexual references, questionable ethics, and themes of mental illness.  set from Flag’s POV, with references to Birds of Prey, but not compliant with The Suicide Squad.

p.s. i’ve loved pretty much every version of Mercy Graves.  shoutout to underpaid henchwomen.

p.p.s. Mister J is genuinely more upset about his hair, just saying.  that’s where the bad behavior is coming from.

***

~All right, I’ve tapped a line to the admin server, so we’ll be able to pull a prison census and a map, as well as maybe some easy admin overrides.  Resuming my trip to the roof while Flag heads out to be Mister J’s backup.~

Flag sets about fully securing the unconscious guards.

~Overrides, eh?~ says Digger.  ~Anything for the front door?~

~No, Goomba, I fucking told you the door control is on the naked-ass roof of this building, where I will probably get shot to death if somebody sees me.  So!  I’m at the door now, Mister J—give ‘em the old razzle-dazzle.~

~Probably gonna end up cuffed, so I’ll leave my comm open,~ Joker tells them.  ~Here we go.~

A knock.

~Candygram!~

~Classic,~ Digger says with a chuckle.

A minor commotion.

~Four of you?  I charge extra for gang bangs.~

~Shut the fuck up!  Who are you?  How did you get here?~

~Now, now, no call for such aggression.~

~ Got the door,~ says Ratcatcher.

~Heh, open sesa—FUCKING HELL!  Jeezling Chrimbo holiday biscuit batter…~

“Report!” Flag snaps.  He finishes tying the last guard and heads for the door.

~Fucking close call, is all,~ grumbles Digger.  ~Doors started to close as soon as I crossed the threshold.  Got one sleeve stuck and a very good boomerang at a very precise angle keeping the door from crushing half my torso and skull.  Can’t even take a full breath.  I am at your fuckin’ mercy, Arcee.~

~Some kinda failsafe—I’m on it, Dicker.~

~Handcuffs, oh my.  That’s one of my kinks, boys.  Ooh, and manhandling!  Lucky me.~

Flag hits the door running.  “Backup on the way, Jay!”

~Pretty mouth on you, princess.  Whattaya say?  Gonna be a good little freak for Daddy?~

~Oh, I’m definitely a freak~ the Joker says.  ~But I’ve already got a Daddy.  Still, I fancy myself a talented cocksucker, and I haven’t been face-fucked in ages, so if you’re volunteering…~

“Jay, you don’t have to go that far,” Flag pants, bursting into the lookout building.

~Speaking as the person most likely to be shot to death if these fuckers happen to look out the window at the wrong time, go as far as it fucking takes!~ Ratcatcher snaps.

~As the person currently one boomerang away from being a human crepe if she gets shot, I second the motion!~ adds Digger.

~Yeah, princess?~ the thug leader says, sounding too interested.

~You said I had a pretty mouth, didn’t ya?  No gag reflex, either.  Ah-ah!~ Joker scolds with a little growl.  ~Hands off the ‘do.  Only Daddy gets to touch my hair.~

~Yeah, we’ll see who’s your Daddy, sweetie…~

~Ick,~ says Ratcatcher.  ~Men are so gross.  I’m almost done, max three more minutes.  Lie back and think of England.  Or…I’unno, Gotham, I guess.~

(~You know, not all men are like that.~ ~Did you seriously just fucking ‘not all men’ me?  Not all rats can chew your dick off in ten seconds or less—wanna chance that when I get down there?~)

Seven goddamn floors up, and the elevator has an ‘out of order’ sign hanging from it.  “Piece of shit broken elevator,” Flag huffs, and bursts into the stairwell.

~Best three minutes of your life, coming right up,~ Joker purrs, followed by a long, loud slurp.

~I feel like there should be a word for turned on, grossed-out, and terrified on account of being on the verge of getting literally crushed to death all at the same time,~ Digger grunts.  ~The stress will kill me if this damn thing don’t, Arcee, hurrythefuckup.~

~Eugh, think I’m gonna hurl,~ Ratcatcher groans over the loud noises of whichever-asshole-lookout having too much fun for a guy with metal teeth next to his junk.

~Almost to ya, Arcee,~ says Lawton.  ~And then anybody looking out here ain’t gonna see shit but a bullet.~

Flag hears another wet sound and a drawn-out moan and runs harder.

~Heh, whatcha gonna do now you’re a sloppy mess, princess?  Whatcha gonna tell your Daddy, huh?  What now?~  And the guy laughs mockingly.

Joker spits (not in the guy’s face, from the lack of reaction, but it’d serve the fucker right).

~In position,~ hisses Lawton.  ~Jay, you just say the word, and that piece of shit has frontal lobe air conditioning.~

~Hmmm, what now?~ Joker drawls with eerie calm.  ~What’s your name, big guy?~

“Coming up the stairs,” says Flag.  “Ready to breach on your signal.”

~Vince,~ the rapist says.

Joker makes an agreeable noise.  ~Well, Vinnie, now you’re all mine.  I’m gonna start by fuckin’ up your knee, and maybe breaking your nose.  The guy by the window’s going down next, and one of the guys by the door.  By then, I’ll be out of my cuffs, so I’ll drop Number Four with something heavy, like that lamp over there, probably before he can even raise his gun.  Then me ‘n you are gonna have some quality time together, Vinnie.~

~You delusional f—~

There’s a couple of meaty crunching noises, then laughter and a bullet through the window, so Flag rams the door and clotheslines the guy right next to it.

Joker swings the floor lamp at the last guy, hitting him precisely in the temple and dropping him like a sack of potatoes.

One guy is still writhing on the ground:  presumably Vince, and Flag is a hundred percent behind the idea of letting Joker do whatever the fuck he wants to the creep.

(~Got it!~ says Ratcatcher.  And, ~About fuckin’ time,~ coughs Digger.)

Joker unfastens the second handcuff and lets it drop, then smoothes a hand over his curls (tangled and mussed from being pulled, and for some reason, the idea turns Flag’s stomach worse than the noises before).  “Vinnie, Vinnie, Vinnie,” he tuts, then sighs.  “You were doing so well.  I like swallowing a little sausage now and then, but ya got greedy.”

~Anybody recording for posterity?~ Ratcatcher asks with a dark chuckle.

~I got you covered, Jay,~ Lawton says.  ~He tries anything, he’s gone.  You do whatever your bloodthirsty little heart desires, man.~

Joker flicks his butterfly knife out of his pocket and fidgets it open and shut a couple of times.  “I toldya, Vinnie:  only Daddy gets to touch my hair.  But you just had to have a yank.  If I hadn’t had such a good upbringing, I’d use this knife to do something real unladylike to ya,” he says, trailing the blade up the inside of Vince’s thigh.  “Instead, I’m gonna do you a favor:  I’m gonna make it so you can smiiiiile, ear to ear, every single day, happy as can be.”

Flag makes himself watch as Joker slides the knife in and jerks it back out twice to the sound of pained howls.  There’s lipstick on the guy’s fly.

Joker purrs happily and puts his knife away. “Much better!  Why so serious?” he asks, showing his three grinning tatts to the sobbing mess on the floor.  Then he wipes his left hand across to reveal his hateful scowl, lipstick smearing in a false half-grin.  “And the name’s Joker, you ungrateful fucking Philistine.  Can’t anybody fucking read anymore?”

“You need anything else here, Jay?” Flag offers.

Instead of answering, the clown switches his comm back from open and sweeps out of the room.  As he follows behind, Flag can see that Joker’s pants are riding lower than ever, showing an unfamiliar tattoo across his tailbone, just below the dimples.

“Is that seriously a tiny bat-shaped tramp stamp?” Flag asks.

Joker just flashes a wordless grin over his shoulder.

Lawton meets them out front with the coat Flag abandoned earlier, and he helps Joker into it without being asked.

~My buddies found Turner,~ Ratcatcher informs them.  ~Yo, Dicker, you through yet?~

~Yeah.  I’m looking at the main comms relay, which looks to have itemized camera feeds.  Hold up, got a boomerang for this…~

The fire escape rattles, and Ratcatcher lands in a crouch beside them.  “They said Croc’s near the bottom, and Turner’s one floor up.  Thanks for keeping them off me Mister J—that was pretty boss of you.”  The tablet beeps, and she starts poking through the cameras.  “Good work, Human Crepe; I got visual on the target.  Bronze Tiger, the fuck kinda codename is that?  Sounds like a wrestling move…”

“Porn star,” Flag argues.

“Gaybar,” Joker asserts, to general agreement.  “Fuck, now I wanna own a gaybar called Bronze Tiger…”

“Elevator shaft?” says Lawton.

“Natch.  Not feeling energetic about ladders, though, so I vote for riding most of the way.”

“Arcee?” Flag prompts.

One of her ‘buddies’ climbs her and tells her something.  “Yep, the cellar door here connects to the tunnels where Human Crepe is rollin’ up; auxiliary freight elevator there can take us all the way down.”

In they go, down rusted stairs and into echoing tunnels.  A right turn, a left corner, a right corner, a pair of two-foot-thick thresholds that must’ve been the airlock that almost crushed Digger.  He’s just unplugging a little pocket computer from the comms relay box as they approach.

Another fifty feet, and there it is, clearly labeled ‘Auxiliary Freight Elevator,’ like a plot device in a cartoon.  Lawton helps Flag wrench open the rickety steel gate, and they’re on their way.

Ratcatcher starts humming Girl From Ipanema as they descend.  Lawton joins in.  And then Joker starts singing.

“And when she passes, I smile but she doesn’t see…”

“Doesn’t seeee,” Digger chimes in on cue.

Flag kind of hopes the elevator will crash and they’ll all die.

They peter off into blessed silence, and Flag has just enough time to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Fuck!” Joker yells, startling them.

“Jesus!” squawks Digger.  “What?”

“I chipped a goddamn nail…should’ve cut Vinnie’s balls off after all.”  Joker seethes for a moment, then reaches up to smooth down his hair again.  “Is my hair okay, at least?  Fuck, I feel ugly.”

“Aw, no, Mister J,” Ratcatcher tells him, daintily reaching up to fix a minor tangle.  “You’re so pretty.  Nobody else could pull off orange and purple like you do, ‘specially with green hair.  The Bat would still totally swoon if he saw you right now, chipped nail and all.”

Joker settles a little.  “I’m gonna shoot so many kneecaps when we get down there.”

“No, you’re not,” Flag admonishes.  “We’re trying to be sneaky.  No loud noises if we can avoid it.”

“Croc ain’t exactly subtle, either,” Digger says.

“Jones knows when to keep it low key.”

Lawton scoffs.  “The James Brown suit he was rocking the other day would be evidence to the contrary.”

“Not everybody can pull off a cravat like that.”

“I’m not saying he didn’t make it work; it just wasn’t low key.  Should maybe get Turner first.  What was the security like, Arcee?”

“Huh?  Kinda thin, but they don’t need numbers with those fancy LexCorp guns.  You know those things got a puke setting?  For ‘non-violent pacification.’  Yuck.  Heard that Mercy bitch was around, too; some kinda inspection that’s got the wardens here piddling like puppies.”

Lawton hums thoughtfully.  “Shitty tunnels with piped power, everybody on edge…  Who’s up for a haunted house?”

Flag sees the shape of a plan.  “We’ll stop early—Arcee will hit the lights while Jay plays diversion.  Lawton pops ‘em quiet as a…well, mouse.  If Luthor’s henchbitch is here, all the more reason to tread softly.”

Joker tilts his head.  “Never had a chance to meet her.  She’s that scary, huh?”

“She carries Kryptonite bullets and once beat the shit out of Deathstroke,” Flag explains.

“Hmmmm.”

“No.  Whatever you just thought, no.  I’m not explaining to the Bat how I let you get your ass handed to you by a megalomaniac’s sidekick.  We’re doing the haunted house thing.  You like scaring the piss outta people, right?”

So they take out the lights and go for Turner first, Joker humming a little tune and skipping through the shadows like something out of The Shining.  The third guard they take down really does piss himself.

Nobody they take out has keys to the cells, which is very inconvenient.  Joker dances his way down the corridors, spectral in the shitty chartreuse emergency backup lighting, and glues himself to a door.

“He still intact?” Flag asks, assuming it’s their target.

“Hm?  Oh.  Yep.  Anybody got a set of  lockpicks?”

“You don’t?” Lawton asks, brows high on his forehead.

“Nah.  Always borrow ‘em.”

“Stand back, kids,” Ratcatcher says.  She cracks her knuckles and pulls out a metal file and a dental scraper from her coat pockets.

“Where the hell—” Flag starts to ask.  “Never mind, don’t wanna know.”

After about ninety seconds of little clicks and clinks and metallic scraping noises, the lock turns.  “Lucky those fit,” she comments.  “Real thing is a lot skinnier.”

Turner—codename Bronze Tiger—sits up with a yawn and says, “Do I know you?”  He’s handcuffed and dressed in a plain blue jumpsuit.

“Nope,” says Flag.  “You’re coming with us, though.  Any idea where they put your claws?”

“Guard station, next corridor over.  Little shits were playin’ with ‘em.”

“Arcee—”

“My buddies are already on it.  We taking Deadweight to get Croc, or we splitting up?”

Turner puffs up angrily.  “Deadweight my ass!  Uncuff me, and—”

“Not gonna happen,” scoffs Flag.  “Arcee, you ‘n Boomerang Boy take Gaybar back topside while me, Jay, and—where the hell’s Jay?”

They all look around, then look at Lawton.

“The hell y’all look at me for?  I ain’t the man’s babysitter.”

Overhead, the intercom crackles to life.

~Paging Mmmiss Mercy Graves,~ Joker purrs.  ~One of your wardens would like to register a complaint about his wwwork environment.~

~Please, please,~ somebody else simpers.  ~Please, don’t kill me.  W-what do you want?  Why are you smiling like that?  What are you—~  And the broadcast trails off into blood curdling screams that can’t quite drown out gleeful cackles.

“Oof, so much for low profile,” snorts Ratcatcher.  A pair of rats bring her some wicked looking armored gloves.

“Fuck,” Flag grumbles.  “Well, let’s go get the Twin Masters of Unsubtlety.”

They all pile back into the elevator (Digger shoves Turner along, probably mostly to use him as a human shield should the need arise) and ride it down one more floor.

Joker is unlocking a set of handcuffs from Croc’s wrists.  Beside them, a motionless guard has had his shirt ripped open and the words ‘Joker was here’ cut into the skin of his torso.  “Passed out partway through, real disappointing,” Joker says.  “Hasn’t even lost that much blood…what a baby.”

“We need to leave before Graves finds us,” Flag says firmly.

“Rrrgh, you’re so boring!” growls Joker, metal teeth gleaming.

“You compromise this mission and you will absolutely not get a visit from Daddy,” Flag retorts.

Joker subsides to a pout and sulks his way onto the elevator.

Flag is dumb enough to think they’re fine now—that they’ve gotten away with it.

Then the cage of the elevator rises past some very serious stiletto heels and an equally serious sidearm, and Flag shoves their precious cargo behind Croc as he and Lawton open fire through the grating.  Graves dodges while returning fire with something that melts red-hot holes into the floor and the rear wall of the elevator (“Shitshitshit!” “You’re on my fucking foot, Captain Bonobo!” “Singed my damn suit—now I’m mad.”).  She empties the mag just as the elevator floor passes her head—she licks her middle finger and points with it.

“Got my eye on you, clown,” she calls after them.

“Try two; you’re a shit shot!” Joker retorts.

.End.

[jvsons]

Can I request something like reader being Dick's girlfriend and Jason is so amazed for their relationship that he falls in love with her too?

PART TIME LOVE

Jason Todd x fem! reader (but not really)

MASTERLIST

WORD COUNT • 1,005

WARNINGS • jealousy but it’s not really jealousy, one sided love, language, mentions of liquid

CATEGORY • angst, light fluff

SUMMARY •

God, he was so amazed by the way Dick made you feel that he longed for the same fucking thing. Crazy how that works.

AN • thank you for your request! I thought the idea was super interesting and I had a lot of fun writing it!

Distracted hands worked faster than they had seconds ago, building up in heat as they fastened the tie around his neck.

Christ, he was a mess before the event had even started.

Leaning against the vanity, Jason wondered how he even got to the point where he was sitting in this room, too expensive to even look like he belonged in it for a second. He was faced with himself, done up for the rare occasion that he cared about anything other than crime fighting, adorning a jet black suit with a blood red tie. Usual bruises were absent on his features, hell, even his hair looked kept.

Almost two minutes into a staring contest with his reflection, a sharp alarm went off. Jason wondered why he was even here. He cursed at himself faintly, wandering out of the small room and put into the place he had problems with acknowledging as his old home. He only said that because of Alfred.

Blue eyes shimmered along the vast gathering hall, caught on by the dazzling lights of chandeliers he couldn’t even gauge a price for. Hundreds of people dressed in ten thousand dollar getups crowded the space, men holding their women’s backs as they chatted amongst themselves. He didn’t even want to know what kind of snobby shit came out of them.

A mere ten minutes along with two awkward conversations and Jason had stationed himself beside the punch fountain, a cup shielding his obvious distaste at the scenery ahead. In his rising boredom he scanned the crowd, catching none other than the big man Bruce Wayne dipping in and out of his sight, a pearly smile on his face so wide it would split Jason in half if he tried to mock it.

However, those thoughts were revoked from him upon the arrival of his older brother. Dick Grayson, the only son of Batman that could and would pull off a blue suit without complaint. Upon the sight of himself, a small wave was sent Jason’s way. He sent one back with his fingers, only curling in a force almost enough to crush the paper cup in his grasp at the next sight his eyes bore.

You.

The very sight of your midnight dress had his face rising in heat, unbeknownst to him at the moment; he was too focused on the dazzling curve of your lips. Dick had his hand wrapped around the heights of your back, just as a gentlemen should. He was laughing at something a stranger had said, eyes flashing to you the next. His smile only grew that wider when he looked at you.

Only one minute in and he was biting a hole through his cup. The paper was discarded for a new one, he drank the following cup of punch in five seconds. The quiet pitch of your laughter had him downing another.

God, he was so amazed by the way Dick made you feel that he longed for the same fucking thing. Crazy how that works.

As the event progressed, Jason was ushered into the crowd by a Tim with a ghostly complexion, begging him to take conversation over for just five minutes. He almost felt bad for the kid, and figured tolerating rich people for a little while couldn’t be all that bad. He’d managed for much longer when he was 15.

“Mister Todd, we’d like to introduce you to a new project. This one is so great you’ll be running to Mister Wayne with it in no time!”

“Let’s hear it.”

Jason weaved in and out of groups, listening faintly to the supposedly great idea of the young man in front of him. His face sunk at the flashing of lights above, parting with a small smile and wave.

Shit, shit.

Jason knew that booming voice all too well. He was not in for this. Nope.

Before he could leave, a hand caught his wrist.

You. You.

“Jason! I didn’t know you were here.”

Damn it.

“Hey, how’s it going?”

Jason could’ve sworn his heart was beating too fast for him to be alive. The kind smile you sent his way was enthralling, in perfect hand with the faint lights that captured your irises in a way that was just enough. He prayed you wouldn’t feel his pulse.

“Good, until I saw someone trying to sneak off of the dance floor.”

You were Dick’s girlfriend. Shit, where the hell was he?

Jason’s eyes averted at your accusation, the heat in his face only accelerating when you laughed. He allowed you to twirl him in a circle, bowing with a bright grin on your face.

“Shall we dance?”

“I- um.” Just say something, idiot. “We shall.”

Your laughter rang out again, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling, too. The start of a slow song was mellow in his ears, the feeling of your hands around his neck made the melody seem louder. His hands hovered above your waist.

You were Dick’s girlfriend.

He soon felt the surface of your dress, material so soft he questioned if he was even touching it in the first place. When he looked down, he saw that he was.

You swayed to the lyrics, slow in movements, eyes closed yet you moved with certainty. Jason moved with you, unable to find himself lingering in the darkness, he was more afraid of messing up than anything else. The final chorus came and your eyes parted, sending one last smile his way as he let go.

His hands were replaced by the ones that should’ve been holding them for that song.

“It was nice to see you, Jason!”

Dick smiled at your words, leaning over to give Jason a side hug before disappearing into the crowd once more. He listened to the fade of your heels, eyes void just as they had been before. He was normal again, and yet, he could not feel farther from it.

Was love worth waiting for?

Even if it was for a lifetime, even if he had to die for it, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking.

Yeah, it is.

[disney-imagines]

May I please request a Rourke x Fem!Reader songfic with the song Mr. Wrong by Mary J. Blige ft. Drake? 😊

Sorry for the delay going through some personal stuff the past couple weeks but here it is!

You can listen to the song here!

Don't it seem like, like I'm always there when it matters

But missing most of the other time, a terrible pattern

The rewards I see from working made me an addict

There's way more people that want it than people that have it

I don't get it, I would hate to think I tricked 'em

Dating your superior was never an ideal situation, that situation made all the worse when your superior was Lyle Rourke. He was greedy, ruthless, and just plain mean when it came down to it. But you loved him regardless. It was tough trying to make it work, it always seemed he cared more about his job, about his next payday, but when he was there for you all of his attention was on you. Making you feel like you were the only other person in the world, he was charming and a romantic, but only when the time was right for him.

They fall victim to my system, guess I sure know how to pick 'em

And I'm always her regret, yeah, I'm always her regret

And I always make it harder on whoever's coming next

It goes up and down, it's just up and down

She's crying now but she'll laugh again

Cause we on the rise and she here with us

But right now was a time where he was totally focused on his job, and you were right there with him. But you might as well have been invisible as far as you were concerned. He was totally zeroed in on completing this mission, the lost city of Atlantis, you were surprised he agreed to this if you were being honest. It was never like him to believe in ancient myths and legends, but here you were in a giant hunk of metal at the bottom of the ocean. You were in your quarters trying to calm down to face the rest of the crew after a spat with Lyle, your frustration with being stuck here with your boyfriend who barely acknowledged you finally boiling over.

She loves it, she stares at me like who does this

And we hold hands while I pray that she's not the type to hold grudges, I'm wrong

Bad boys ain't no good

Good boys ain't no fun

Lord knows that I should

Run off with the right one

Me and Mr. Wrong get along so good (so good)

As you finished up splashing some water on your face to calm down you heard a light knock. Hoping it wasnt just Milo here to brief you on some new inane information about the culture of Atlantis you opened it and yo your surprise you saw it was Lyle. He stood in the doorway taking up a majority of it and holding some food that seemed a little too nice to have come from the kitchens here. “Mind if I come in?”

Even though he breaks my heart so bad (so bad)

We got a special thing going on

Me and Mr. Wrong (mister wrong)

Even if I try, no, I never could

Give him up cause his loves like that

Ain't no way that I'm moving on

I love my Mr. Wrong

Hung up off your good

You calling, I run

You take a second to comprehend before letting him in through the door. He enters into the small living quarters and setting down what he brought on a small table. You were in disbelief as you watched him sit down and start eating what he brought with him. Not a shred of remorse on his smug and currently extremely punchable face. “That’s it?” You finally say. He shrugs and continues eating. “You are unbelievable. I don’t know why I bother with this I should just break up with you get it over with”

My fam' is screaming at me don't do it

Don't do it baby

I guess they never had none

Me and Mr. Wrong get along so good (so good)

Even though he breaks my heart so bad (so bad)

We got a special thing going on

Me and Mr. Wrong (mister wrong)

Even if I try, no, I never could

Give him up cause his loves like that

Ain't no way that I'm moving on

I love my Mr. Wrong

After a few more moments or tense silence he stand once again and walks over to you “come on you don’t really mean that do you?“ he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a gentle hug. “You know when we’re on a mission I can’t get caught playing favorites right?” You nod into his chest and he pulls away and smiles, this time genuinely not like his previous smirk. “Listen I promise once this is over we’re gonna have more money then we know what to do with and we can go away travel the world just me and you”

When he put that loving on me

I can't think of nothing

That'll make me walk out

I'm holding on

I love my Mr. Wrong

He be kissing and touching on me

I can't help but love him

I must be outta my mind

For going so strong

I love my Mr. Wrong

“That’d be nice” you respond and he gently takes your hands in his and leans in and kisses you. You can feel butterflies in your stomach as you remember why you put up with him in the first place. He Leads you back to the table and you both sit down and begin to eat. You lean into his shoulder and once again feel like you’re the only too people on the planet.

Me and Mr. Wrong get along so good

Even though he breaks my heart so bad

We got a special thing going on

Me and Mr. Wrong, (mister wrong)

Even if I try, no, I never could

Give him up cause his loves like that

Ain't no way that I'm moving on

I love my Mr. Wrong, Mr. Wrong, turn the lights off

[howl-fantasies]

Imagine, you've been kidnapped by Jeremiah Valeska and everybody is freaking out.

Even Victor? Maybe a bit.

---- GCPD - INTERROGATION ROOM - 4AM

Harvey: Were you tired of playing with her, so you finally shot her and dispose of the body?

Zsasz was frowning hard, far away from Harvey's nonsense and the GCPD incompetence. Y/N didn't answer his last text. That wouldn't have been alarming if it was during one of their infamous bickering. But when it came to business, she or him would ALWAYS find a way to answer. Even a simple "." to say, at least, that they were still breathing.

Something was very wrong. And he didn't like it. At all. He needed to get out of here and investigate to be able to fill the 4W.

When was she taken away? Where has she been before the total silence? What happened? Who was the fucker he needed to torture to death for all of this?

Seeing his lack of cooperation, Harvey grunt and let Jim try to catch his attention again.

Gordon, looking Victor dead in the eyes: I know you didn't kill her.

Zsasz, raised one of his bald eyebrows and despite the crisis grinned a little. Clever, Jimbo. He really meant it when he called him a good egg.

Seeing Victor now paying attention to him, Gordon continued.

Gordon: Even in your own twisted way, you care way too much for Y/N to be the culprit. I know what you did to the mobster who shot her once. I know you would skin someone alive for her. So, help us to find her before it's too late.

The intensity of Zsasz's eyes on him made Gordon visibly flinch. Unwrapping the crazy feelings of a prolific killer in an interrogation room, in front of another cop, and without Y/N to ground him was clearly one of his dumbest move.

The heavy atmosphere was only interrupted by the sound of the hitman squeezing his hands tightly and making his leather gloves squeal. Gordon saw him blink slowly before he relaxed his shoulders a bit.

Zsasz: did you find something in her flat?

The inspector sighed before nodding his head.

Gordon: Her mobile phone. Just that. And that is what we need your help with. There is no name in her contacts, she has some kind of code we don't get very well...

Victor grinned a bit again. She was always so careful. So sly and cunning.

Zsasz: I suppose you've tried to call the contacts?

In the back of the room, Harvey shifted a bit, capting his attention.

Harvey: your little girlfriend is a fucking genius hacker: no number to call nor messages to read properly without a code. She encrypted practically everything. We've asked Fox to crack her little system but the poor guy is ready to bang his head against the walls.

Gordon: we are currently looking for Nygma. He would probably solve the riddle.

Zsasz: Bring it. The phone.

Harvey and Gordon looked at each other a long minute, before the young inspector finally nods and send the older searching Lucius.

The engineer came a few minutes later, exhausted and with a device he put in front of the hitman.

Lucius: Wish you luck with that.

Victor took it and flip it open. It was not locked. Fox at least has cracked that. He saw a familiar plain wallpaper and press the button in the middle.

---- Contacts ---

A

ASPIRIN MAN

Zsasz: sounds like Butch.

C

CAPTAIN DUMB

CRIPPLEPOT

Zsasz: I suppose you get that one?

Gordon: We're not that d-

Zsasz: Dumb? Oh. I can see you and Harvey, under "D".

D

DOMINATRIX

Zsasz: Tabitha. Definitely.

DUMB

Gordon: is that suppose to be me?! And Harvey is dumber?! So the 'Captain Dumb' should be my office?

Zsasz: think so.

DUMBER

Harvey: ... Fucking wicked woman.

G

GREENTHUMB

Gordon: Ivy Pepper?

Zsasz *grins*

I

ISABELLAAAAAHHH

Zsasz: that's Riddler ex-number, when he worked with Penguin.

J

JOKECPD

Zsasz "Pretty sure that one is you too guys"

Gordon *glaring*: Anything useful?!

M

MILLION DOLLAR BABY

MISTER TEA

S

SUE MY HAIR STYLIST

T

THE 1 WHOSE NAME SHDN'T BE PRONONC-ED.

Zsasz: can't wait to see Riddler's face on that one.

W

WHISKAS

Z

ZSPOCK

---- END ----

Zsasz: ...

Gordon: ...

Harvey: I would have felt for you dude, if you weren't a homicidal maniac.

Zsasz didn't have the time to roast Bullock alive, Y/N's phone suddenly buzzed with a new message.

--- 1 New Message ---

*1 File attached - press OK to download*

Harvey and Jim glanced at each other and came on each side of Victor, who seemed frozen.

The hitman finally press "download".

UNKNOWN

Who TF looks so peaceful after being stabbed AND knock out?! The fucker looks like napping peacefully! Not like he just put a bullet in MY FUCKING KNEE!

Zsasz didn't wait Gordon nor Bullock to answer the text.

MY NUMBER

Where are you? - VZ

-------- INCOMING CALL: UNKNOWN

Y/N: Just above the pits of hell if nobody comes to collect my sorry ass! Fucking looks like a warehouse near Gotham let me tell you.

Victor chuckled silently and turned his head slightly in Jim's direction. Almost like saying "what the fuck are you doing track the call, idiot". The inspector jolted and rushed out of the room yelling for Fox to come.

Y/N *sighing*: Rookies...

Zsasz: stay on the phone, sweetness. ... Valeska?

Y/N: will still be asleep when you'll be there I think. His psycho girlfriend is next to us. Knocked out too. Used my pistol grip.

Zsasz grinned. Resourceful, Y/N. He let Lucius plug some wires on her phone.

Lucius: just a minute Miss Y/N, we're trying to locate you.

She didn't answered but the hitman heard her ragged breath.

Zsasz: Y/N. Stay with us.

This time he didn't hear a thing. His blood turned ice in his veins and he grit his teeth.

Zsasz: OI Y/N!

His voice boomed exactly like the day he came to the police station for Jim and shout to gain his attention. The inspector closed his eyes tightly, repressing a shiver. The demanding tone was as sinister and terrifying as in his memories.

Y/N: Shut it Satan. Not today.

Zsasz relaxed a bit. A second later something biped loud and Lucius was looking at them "GOT IT!" The hitman bolted from his sit and rip the device from the man's hands before storming out of the interrogation room. His handcuffs long gone.

Gordon yelled his name but didn't even get a fragment of his attention. The cop should know better than standing between a hitman and his goal.

Zsasz: Gotcha sweetness. Keep Satan at bay, I'm on my way with the girls.

Y/N: waiting for the grim reaper then. Please be quick Vic.

Zsasz quit the GCPD smoothly, still ignoring Gordon shouts and didn't hesitate to threaten the first car he saw with his gun and his best mad face to make the driver stops and run away from him.

Zsasz: Found us a car, treacle. Fancy at that. Don't you dare die on me now.

Y/N: I'll not die before killing you first.

Zsasz: that's the spirit, love. By the way, what is the code to fully unlocked your phone. I need to call the Doc.

Y/N: It's 'Zsaszified'

Zsasz: ... Knew it, you care.

Y/N: that one is classified.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

ooooooo if you’re doing og raven then what about mister raven?~

Miss Raven Character Opinion Bingo here!

***Standard disclaimer: These are just my personal opinions of the character(s); regardless of what I may think of them, sharing my thoughts is NOT meant to offend or to shame anyone that thinks differently.***

m!Raven started off as an April Fools’ Day 2022 joke 😂 but I guess the real April Fool turned out to be me, because he ended up being much more popular than I had originally anticipated???? In a weird way, he simultaneously got too much (he got a LOT of asks) and too little screen time (technically, m!Raven was only on the blog accepting asks for a few days). People were legitimately sad to see him go 💦 and apparently he’s still fondly remembered if I’m still being asked about m!Raven to this day—

When I was designing him, I didn’t want to just make Miss Raven taller and with a different haircut and call it a day. I wanted there to be a clear distinction between the two Ravens, to the point where they seem like entirely different characters rather than the same person but with different sex organs. What you see as m!Raven’s finalized character is derived in part from the behavior of real life ravens (who show off and act cocky to attract a mate), and in part because I wanted to explore different facets of personality. He retains elements of the original Miss Raven (so I can still vaguely project onto him) while also acting quite different. I wanted m!Raven to come off as an arrogant dick on the surface (not too much unlike the other TWST boys) to mask his own complicated feelings.

Instead of withdrawing from the world like OG!Raven did, m!Raven instead challenges it and lashes back. m!Raven is more selfish than his counterpart; he wants to taste freedom, but he also wants to preserve himself—so his own way of coping is to bring people close and to break them before he moves onto the next. It’s sort of like constantly being in a state of rebound. He can never rest his wings or make a nest because he doesn’t have any real freedom; he’s only emulating the freedom he wishes for, because that’s as close as he’ll ever get to it. HAHAHAH 😂 When I think of it like that, m!Raven somehow sounds more complex than the original…

One of his greatest strengths is that he seems to be confident in himself, unlike the original. m!Raven is definitely more sure of himself, and I think that plays into his tragedy. Imagine having so much potential, but being held back due to something you have no power over 😔 At the same time, all of that confidence isn’t entirely genuine—that, too, can be a defense mechanism for that sad, lonely boy underneath. My goal in writing m!Raven the way I did was to make him similar to the TWST canon cast: make him seem bad and too proud at first, but have a more sympathetic side to him. He sounds like the type of character to Overblot someday, doesn’t he????

If I had to pick fbksbsjsveuxnwkej I’d say that Miss Raven is still my favorite child, but I think that m!Raven can still like. Be her metaphorical shitty older brother or something 😂 I think if they were to ever cross paths hey maybe I should have that happen in a blog event, they’d initially be annoyed, but they’d eventually come to learn from one another and to appreciate each other’s strengths. They’re like two halves of the same whole, complementing each other well, irritating each other but also lowkey watching the other’s back for them 😌 … Okay, but imagine them sitting at a table and Miss Raven’s going about J word/Rook/L*ona and m!Raven’s all like—

[rogue-durin-16]

YOU DRIVE ME MAD

Summary: Fred's and Y/n's silly rivalry may have more to do with love than with hate; after a fatal incident, some confessions are made.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: brief mention of violence, blood, language (this seems a lot darker than it is lmao)

A/N: idk man I just love this idiot so here it comes another oneshot. The reader's house is not specified btw. Enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

Fred spotted me and walked to stand near me before asking jokingly "On your way to kill a man, Y/n?" Oh, little did he know.

"what is that?!" I exclaimed at the sight of my friend's bruised arm.

"uhm... Nothing."

"who did that to you?" I knew the answer before I even got it. My friend had gone to break up with that Cormac McLaggen the previous night; she had finally listened to us and ended that toxic relationship they had, but apparently she got a souvenir from it.

"It's fine- he didn't mean to- Y/n don't do anything stupid." Too late, I saw red.

"I don't have time for your bullshit, Weasley." I curtly replied bumping his shoulder while I walked past him, making his smile drop in confusion. I never missed the opportunity to start a playful argument with him, but, as I had said, I didn't have time for that.

With the corner of my eye, I saw him joining my friends in the task of trailing after me.

I spotted the bastard chatting with his friends in the middle of the hallway that led to the Great Hall. "Oi, McLaggen!"

"Evening, Y/l/n." That filthy grin vanished from his face when I kicked him in the balls, triggering some gasps from our peers and a grunt of pain from him.

"Listen carefully, you loathsome pig." I leaned over to be eye to eye with him. "If you dare to lay a finger on my friend again— if you even think about it— I'll become your personal nightmare." I stood upright again, his eyes full of hate and rage following my movements. "You don't deserve a bloody warning, but I'm a generous woman." Poison dripped off my tongue, my eyes throwing daggers at him as I stepped back and turned around.

My eyes met Fred's worried ones while I made my way to my friends; they surely had told him enough for the ginger to know this was no time for joking and teasing.

His gaze then flickered behind me with panic and I realized a tad too late I shouldn't have turned my back to McLaggen; at the end of the day, pride overpowered honour in a lot of Gryffindors.

I spun around, grabbing my wand from my pocket, but I wasn't fast enough; before I knew what was happening, Fred was in front of me, serving as a human shield from the jinx.

The unknown spell hit his back and propelled us in my friends' direction. I was quickly on my knees, sitting Fred up and earning a grunt in the process, which I initially thought was caused by the fall. "Are you mental?!" My friend casted an Expelliarmus at the younger Gryffindor, long forgotten due to Fred's actions.

"My back— AH!" He yelped when I tried to pull him up.

"OI!" A first year who had made his way to the first row of students frantically gestured at Fred's back. "He's bleeding!!"

"What?!" I made him lean on me to take a look at his white shirt, now stained with blood. What I thought to be a harmless jinx turned out to be fatal.

"He's not supposed to be bleeding!" Cormac shouted, as panicked as I was.

One of my friends said something about going to look for George while the others shoot off to look for Madam Pomfrey.

"I'm gonna kill him..." Fred mumbled through gritted teeth, his voice shaky and weak. He felt so fragile in my arms, and I couldn't help the tears stinging my eyes.

"Fred—" his hands, which had been gripping my forearms, lost strength as the boy's body relaxed. "For fuck's sake don't fall asleep."

"... 'm trying..."

"FREDDIE!" His twin brother rushed to us, falling on his knees by his brother's side.

"I'm sorry." McLaggen had walked to us, keeping a safe distance.

"YOU'RE DEAD MCLAGGEN!" George stood up before I could stop him. Luckily for everyone, Madam Pomfrey showed up.

"Oh Lord! Mister Weasley, quick! Help me with your brother!" The Healer commanded, and soon they were pulling Fred off my grasp and rushing to the infirmary.

I was left in the middle of the hallway with my friends showering me with worried questions and reassurance.

What the fuck had just happened?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

During dinner, several girls and a couple of boys came to congratulate me for kicking McLaggen's balls, and it would have been a lot more satisfactory if Fred Weasley hadn't stepped in the middle.

As soon as I finished my meal, I headed to the infirmary through the now quiet halls, only to find there were too many people visiting.

Of course, George was there, along with their younger siblings and Lee Jordan, but in front of them stood Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall and none other than Cormac McLaggen himself.

"—already told you it wasn't for you!"

"How is that an apology, Mister McLaggen?" McGonagall scolded him, refraining herself from hitting the boy herself.

"You better fucking run, McLaggen, because the moment I can step out of this bed I swear on Godric I will—"

"Enough, Mister Weasley!" I almost pitied the poor woman. Her House was probably the most problematic. "All of you must go to your dormitories, Mister Weasley needs to rest." I stood on the entrance of the room, unsure of whether I should leave or enter, until Flitwick's eyes landed on my form. He redirected McGonagall's attention to me, and I felt the need of shying away. "Miss Y/l/n," I didn't miss the failed attempt of Fred to move; luckily, he was stopped by his sister. "I suppose you wanted to pay a visit?"

"Uhm... I did, Professor." I confessed, fidgeting with the sleeves of my robe. "I know it's late—"

"Don't take too long." She spoke, motioning everyone to follow her. "Curfew is still at 10." She reminded me in a warning tone, passing by.

As soon as they were out, I made my way to Fred, who lay on his stomach in one of the beds, the sheets only covering his legs an hips in order to avoid the clothing chaffing his damaged skin.

"You have a heart after all, huh?" He teased once I stood in front of him.

"How are you?" He frowned at my genuine question; the ginger surely expected me to make a witty comeback, but again, it didn't seem the time.

"A tad better." He gave me a reassuring half smile, deciding to drop our banter for a night. "Flitwick said he used a stinging jinx but casted it wrong." Fred huffed. "A bloody tosser."

He motioned at the chair behind me and I sat down, scooting closer to the bed. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he had jumped in front of me. It had hit his back, but I knew it was meant to hit my face —what a mess that would have been—, and I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"It's not on you." I felt my face flaring up at the ease with which he saw through me. I wasn't the first time he did that, but it was the first time he didn't use it to tease me.

"I know, I just—" I sighed. "I don't know." Though my sight was casted down, I still felt his worried gaze on me. "I'm gonna murder him."

"I reckon George will overtake us both on that." He tried to laugh but ended up in a since instead. "Or Gin. Maybe they'll team up with Ron and we'll find a corpse in the Gryffindor common room tomorrow." This time it was me who laughed. "How's your friend?"

"She'll be alright." I informed, distracting myself with a loose string at the hem of my skirt.

"And you?" I met his eyes with a hum leaving my mouth. "How are you?"

"Been better." I confessed.

Silence.

"Can you pass me the water?" I nodded, holding the glass in front of him and putting the straw in his mouth so he could take a couple of sips. "Thanks."

"No worries."

Silence again.

"Did you eat something?"

He scrunched his nose. "Not really."

"I'll go grab something from the kitchens." I didn't get far before his long fingers wrapped around my wrist.

"I'd rather have you here keeping my company." I then sat down again, his fingers only leaving my wrist to intertwin with mines. "I'm not hungry anyway."

More silence.

"Your hand is really soft." I reckon those words involuntarily escaped his lips by the way his eyes widened. "I don't know why I said that."

"Yours is too, surprisingly."

"Surprisingly?" He quirked an eyebrow at me, and I didn't quite realise what his grin was about until I spoke again.

"I imagined they'd be more rough." Oh no. "That came out wrong— I meant—"

"That you've imagined what my hands would feel like?" He was trying to bite back a laugh at the way my face turned red.

"No!"

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Liar."

There we went again; the white flag was out.

"Fuck you."

"Please." My cheeks turned even redder, and I wanted to think it was because of the anger. "You look really cute when you blush."

"You look really cute when you keep your mouth shut."

"Then shut me, love." He wiggled his brows at me.

"I would, but I don't wanna punch you in this state."

"You're very agressive." He pointed out, shocked that I didn't get what he was implying. "I meant with a kiss."

"Ew-" I pretended to gag. "no!"

He tugged on my hand and pulled me to my knees falling right in front of his eyes with our faces inches away. "C'mon Y/l/n, we're dragging this on now." His eyes kept falling on my mouth after I had unconsciously chewed on my lower lip.

"We're... We're not dragging on anything." I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.

"Do you want me to start? Alright, you drive me mad." He forced his gaze to be fixed on mine. "You're annoying, rude and a pain in the arse." I huffed. "But you're also quick-witted and caring and brave." Gosh I hated how easily he made me blush. "Sometimes I want to punch you in that pretty face of yours but other times— most of the times— all I wanna do is kiss you." His thumb caressed the back of my hand. "Hell, I threw myself between you and that blonker without thinking twice!"

He raised his eyebrows, silently prompting me to say something, but I just didn't know what to say.

"Miss Y/l/n," Madam Pomfrey called, making me let go of Fred's hand an stood up. "It's almost ten o'clock! Let Mister Weasley rest." I nodded, not even looking in Fred's direction as I exited the infirmary.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

The morning after the incident, Dean and Neville dragged in an unrecognisable McLaggen; they were probably the only ones who cared about that bloke enough to take him to Madam Pomfrey, though they did it half-heartedly.

I was discharged after three days in, right before lunch, and obviously, I was received as a hero; several people came to praise my bravery or ask how I was feeling, but I just wanted to see one person.

That night in the infirmary I was sure she felt the same way —hell, I had been sure for a couple of months— but after seeing her reaction, I didn't really know anymore.

I could always tell her it was a prank, and we would go back to our usual bickering. "Weasley!" Shit. "Fred!" She specified when the four of us turned at the call of our surname, almost jogging in my direction. "Can we talk?"

"Go ahead, darling." I prompted her without moving from my seat.

"In private?"

"Nah," I begged Godric for her not to see behind my grin the panic that produced me the mere thought of being left alone with her.

"Are you joking?" She huffed and, after taking a deep breath, she spoke. I wasn't expecting her to speak. "So you see, you're cheeky and stupid and not nearly as funny as you think." Ginny spit her pumpkin juice due to Y/n's harsh words. "but I... ugh! Okay— I want to kiss you too."

This time it was Ron who choked on his drink. "What's going on?"

"I feel like we missed an important part of this conversation." George commented.

This time it was Y/n who awaited for an answer. "This is literally the most embarrassing thing ever, so at least say something." She commanded in a rather rude tone, tapping her shoe against the floor.

I winced ever so slightly at the effort of getting up, but it was worth it when I saw her expression as I towered her; I reckon I had never seen her that sheepish before.

"That's a really mean way of saying you're attracted to me." I observed, quirking a brow at her. "Dunno why I fancy you so much."

"Well that makes the two of us." I couldn't help but chuckle at her attitude before cupping her cheeks and bring her lips to mine.

Finally.

Despite being a short, innocent kiss, was enough to make us both blush and grin like idiots.

"Awww" I rolled my eyes at my twin's mockery, knowing damn well I wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Why do I feel like I'm gonna miss you two being at each other's throat?" I couldn't care less about Ron's question as Y/n pulled me down for another kiss.

Almost bleeding to death seemed worth it in that moment.

[scarlet2007]

BTS reaction #1:- When they kidnapped you. Hyung line.

Warning:- Kidnapping, stalking, mental illness, hacking, yandere! bts, mafia, use of drug, guns.

Masterlist.

Seokjin/Jin.

You sighed as you walk towards Seokjin's room. Working at an asylum is hard and exhausting, especially if your working for the most wanted serial killer who also runs a mafia and does killing as his 'hobby'. You don't understand why they gave you his case, you have just started your carrier, maybe cause you are the only person willing to put up with his disturbing shit.

"Why are you looking as if you are sick, princesses?" Ah, there he is sitting on his chair calling you by the nickname he gave you in your first week of attending him.

"Cause I am sick, Jin," I looked at him, you still wonder how he has not murdered you. You were sure that you were digging your own grave but somehow the mafia leader takes a liking to you, which you don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe he was a bit too touchy but he never really made you uncomfortable, just some innocent hugs and kisses, nothing much or nothing less. You don't have a problem with it as long as he was taking his medicines and therapy.

"Then you shouldn't be here, Princess, and I told you not to come here today why didn't you listened to my warning?" He came closer as you closed the door, he was towering you as he was taller than you and more build-up then you can ever get, it's not like you were a sporty person. You are a lazy potato.

"Jin, it's not the first time you told me that. All those time you warned me not to come at work, nothing happened. Now-" Before you can finish your sentence the emergency alarm went off, warning you that something was wrong.

"What the-? Jin, stay right here! I am going out to check what's going on." You were about to go outside when you heard gunshots coming from outside followed by screaming. Your body froze from the fear you were feeling, seems like someone broke in or a patient got there hands on a gun.

"I told you not to come here today, princess. Now you have to watch these all, my poor innocent baby." Jin walked towards you as you back away from him, maybe this is how you will die, at the hands of a mafia leader who do killing as his 'hobby'.

"Don't come near me, Kim Seokjin, or else I will hurt you." You said in a fake confident voice but your legs gave you out, they were shaking from terror. The gunshots continued outside, the screaming of terror and pain followed by it. Maybe, just maybe, you should have listened to him this time.

"Don't be scared, Princess. I will protect you, don't worry my men will not hurt you as they have given strict instructions to not to just you." He pulled your cowering self in his arms and kissed your head.

"Please...Jin- Let me go, please..." You begged helplessly as your tears began to ruin his shirt, not that he minds it. The door opened and a guy came with a gun, he looked at Seokjin and hand him a bolt, you can't see it because Seokjin pressed your head against his chest.

"Shhh, Princess. Go to sleep." Seokjin pressed a cloth, which you didn't even notice he had, to you mouth as you struggle before the drug kick in your system and you start to lose consciousness.

"Now you are all mine, Princess, all mine and only mine." That was the last thing you heard as your world went black.

Yoongi/Suga.

Yoongi was leaning against the alley wall as he was outside the club he owns as he was smoking, his right hand was bleeding since he just beat someone to death. He has dumped the body on a dumpster, which was were that bastard belongs. He heard some light footsteps but he didn't look up assuming that it was one of his men but when a bandage came in his view he looked up because his men know better than to offer him a bandage. He looked at the person offering him a bandage, he was surprised to see a girl, probably in her early 20s, wearing pyjamas smiling to him.

"Here, you are bleeding Mr." She offered him the bandage which he ignored.

"What are you doing here? This place is not for girls like you, go away before something happens." She made an offended face.

"What do you mean by 'Girls like me?' Just cause I am wearing a pyjamas doesn't mean you can judge me! Here take this bandage." She hands him the bandage but stopped as she eyed the cancer stick on his none injured hand.

"Huh, seems like I have to patch you up since your other hand is busy with that cancer stick." She sighed as she starts to take care of his hand. Yoongi looked at her face silently, wondering why is she not running away from him.

"All done!" She proudly said as she looks at Yoongi's hand. Yoongi looks at his hand, the bandage was done nicely, it even has a cute little bear character. Her phone chimed loudly, startling her.

"Oh? Yeah, yeah, I am coming! Stay where you are! Don't go anywhere!" She starts to walk to the main entrance of the club.

She looks back at Yoongi and yelled," Don't smoke, Mister! It's bad for your health! Take care of your wound, bye!"

Yoongi's eyes followed her as she helps a drunken girl who looks to be her friend into a car. As the car drove away, Yoongi realised that he didn't even get her name. He cursed and kick the wall angrily. Maybe, he will bump into her again.

The next time Yoongi meet you was at a cafe, you were getting a smoothie when Yoongi thanked you for that night.

He asked where did she get the bandage from and you answered by saying that you always carry a mini first aid kit in your car. By the end of the conversation, Yoongi gets to know her name, her number and her.

After that, both of them start to hang out more until Yoongi decided that its time to carry out the plan he has planned. He knows that the instant she finds out that he runs a mafia she is going to run away, which he wouldn't allow. That is why here she is, now drugged, laying on his bed in his mansion. He knows that what he is doing is insane and she is going to hate him for that but in the end, she has to love him again, she has to.

Hoseok/J-hope.

Hoseok first noticed you when you came with your best friend to his dance class, your best friend was looking after you as your mother was out of town.

You and your best friend entered the dance class, "Good evening, sir!" Your best friend exclaimed, making other students look at your way.

"Good evening! Oh? Whose that besides you?" Hoseok looks at you with curious eyes.

"This is my best friend, Y/N! I hope you don't mind her here since I have to look after her cause her mom is in another town."

"Oh, I thought she was your sister since both of you are wearing matching clothes and I don't mind her, why don't you join us, Y/N!"

"Sure, I guess." Those were the first word you said to him.

The dance session went smoothly, you were a born dancer, picking choreography quickly and even help some other students with some complicated moves.

All the things went smoothly until your mother came back to town since your best friend no longer needs to look after you, you stop coming with her to the dance classes.

Hoseok was disappointed to know that but at least he has your number.

From that day onward you and Hoseok start talking to each other every day, each day Hoseok obsession with you increased little by little.

Until one day, he kidnapped, it was not that difficult since you trust him enough to come to an abandoned place without telling anyone where you were going.

"Ohh, little one. I have dreamed of this day from day one, to have you in my arms, protected by me. Now no one can see you or steal you away from me, you are all mine and only mine.

Namjoon/RM.

All you ever wanted was a friend, was that too much to ask for? Well, it seems like it was since here you are hand and legs tied with a thick rope with a ducted tape on your mouth, preventing you from shouting for help.

You tried to make yourself as small as possible as the door opened, revealing you're so-called online best friend.

If only you never went on to message him in the first place, if only you stop talking to him after you told him that he got the wrong number. But you didn't, instead, you keep talking to him, ignoring all the red flags. You just wanted a friend but what you got? A hacker who used to stalk you through your webcam, who has now kidnapped you. You wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be a psychopath- wait he already is since normal people don't kidnap people daily.

You could never agree to meet him at his house, you could at least told someone where you were going and with who you were meeting but you didn't since you knew that your parents will oppose the idea of you meeting a strange who you only know online.

"Aww, look at you, all curled up. It must be cold and lonely without me right?" No, it wasn't but now it's suffocating that you are here, you wanted to say that but you can't because of the tape and all you don't have a death wish, who knows what this psychopath can do to you if you angered him.

"Now that you are here, where you belong, why don't we get to know each other in person? Well, I know everything about you so it would be fair if you know everything about me too but let's not hurry since you are going to spend your whole life here. Aww, don't cry, I know that you are happy to hear it but don't cry, baby. It makes me feel like I have done something wrong."

Namjoon's reaction is a bit shorter than the other, sorry about that. This is my first ever reaction so please bear with me. I hope you guys like it!

[b0ther]

pardon my manners pt. i

In which Kaeya Alberich constantly fucks his secretary silly.

pairing : kaeya x reader (feminine pronouns, afab)

rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content)

type : chaptered (probably)

tags : modern au, office setting, dom/sub undertone, office sex, manhandling, vaginal sex, cumming inside, kaeya takes a vid while fucking reader here

word count : 1,755

author's note : title from 'sexy can i' by ray j. don't comment on my disappearance or i WILL cry. this is purely self indulgent <33 also i posted this in wp... im trying out new things ok.

( masterlist │ ask/request │ ao3 │ wattpad )

"Let me see that pretty face, baby."

How many times has he fucked his little secretary by now?

How many times has he felt her drenched cunt enveloping his cock, fill her tight hole with his cum, and watch as his seeds trickle down the inner side of her thigh?

"Nooo..." Her slurred words echo through the dark office room—she is clawing his arm, hiding her face against his shoulder, as he continues to pump her pussy, warm walls milking his cock dry.

"Don't act shy now," he chuckles against the sweat of her neck, inhaling the deep scent of her hair as he raises one of her legs against his mahogany desk for more support. "You're taking me in so well, why won't you show me your pretty face?"

She whines at his teasing tone—highly contrasting the speed in which he is fucking her—and shakes her head even as she so obediently spreads her leg wider for easier access to her cunt.

God. She will be the death of him.

Kaeya laughs, one of the two hands that has been previously propping himself against the edge of his desk now travels to her mound, where he plays for a moment with her little sensitive bud—only to hear her mewl out his name, telling him to "stop or I'll not make it" (really, what else is a man supposed to do?)—before reaching to capture her full tit in his hand, pushing her body flat against his chest as he marvels at the way her body arches in both surprise and pleasure.

"Gorgeous," he places his chin on her shoulder, fingers kneading her chest. "Look at me, pretty."

She whines again—shaking her head.

"Y-you'll take pictures again," she wraps her fingers around his wrist—the accusation got him excited and Kaeya finds himself to be pummeling her pretty hole even harder now—and bites her lips to suppress her own moans.

"But you're so cute when you're all fucked out like this," he retorts with a slight frown, this time tugging his fingers on her nipple. "Look, none of my hands are on my phone, baby."

"Mhmm..."

It looks like she is thinking about it—mulling over the decision to look at him, or to not look at him. He grins at how her hums are cut off, every now and then, as he particularly spreads open the walls of her slobbery cunt with his cock in a sharp thrust.

"Show me your pretty face," he encourages once again, feeling his cock starting to pulse against her pussy. He gives her neck one long lick, squeezing one of her tits so hard that he is sure he is going to leave a mark on her delicate skin.

"I'm comin—"

Blatantly ignoring his request, she wraps her fingers around his arm tighter, ass moving in synchronization with his hips.

He should stop right there, should let her taste her own medicine. But she feels too good wrapped around his length, and so Kaeya can't even think about stopping—he wants to shoot his thick load inside of her, decorate her pussy with his white cum.

He doesn't want to stop pounding her cunt, but that doesn't mean he can't bluff about it.

"Look at me," he says between his gritted teeth, calmly moving his free hand to grasp on her hips. She gasps, raising her ass even more as she managed to climb one leg on the table. "Or I'll stop fucking your pretty hole. Mhm, want me to stop fucking you right now?"

Despite her rebellious phases, his little secretary is the sweetest girl deep down inside. She cries out a little at his threats, hesitantly cranking her neck to let him catch her gaze in his—buds of sweats are rolling down her temple, her own chin wet with her own salivation from her endless, dumb blabbering.

To make things worse, she decides to remove the hand that is so happily kneading her tit and brings it up to her face, where she sticks out her slobbering tongue to peek a taste of his palm, not breaking eye-contact.

A sound that is almost inhumane leaves his throat—Kaeya wraps his arm around her waist and feels his cock on her abdomen, abusing and bruising her cervix as she continues giving service on his fingers.

"Your cock's soooo big," she then finally sniffles as her pretty lips wrap themselves around his two digits, the edge of her eyes are wet with incoming tears. She began pumping her head up and down his fingers, speaking nonsense in the meantime: "Spreading me open—s'big, boss, too big—"

"Shit," Kaeya mutters, weak at the way her lashes would bat against each other, how trails of her wet drool are starting to leak down his arm. "Who would have thought that you'd be such a whore for your boss, huh?"

She only nods her head, keeping her eyes on his like the good girl she is, and continues making a mess on his hand.

"Are you a good slut for my cock?" He coos, only then feeling her walls tighten around his length—he is all too familiar with her body; the little fumble on her throat, the quirks she does whenever she is about to orgasm, all of it—and he begins to focus on chasing his own high.

"Gwood slu—"

Shutting her up, Kaeya presses down his fingers down her throat—the choking sound that comes out of her riles him up even more.

"Good sluts take what they are given, right?"

His head is beginning to spin; he closes his eyes, feeling her nod her head over and over again, still trying to tell him even against the big digits in her mouth about how good of a whore she is to him and how she'll take whatever he gives her.

"You're so fucking sexy," Kaeya buries his face against the strands of her hair yet again. "Gonna mark my whore up then, yeah? Gonna fill you up with my seed, make you walk around this fuckin' office with my cum in you."

His eyes, for a moment, travels to her bouncing tits, how they're uncontrollably elevating with the speed in which they are going right now. When he looks up to her face, and sees her mouth wide open with her eyes rolled to her head in pure, solicited ecstasy, he can no longer hold himself. The string of cum that flies out of his cock instantly meets her cervix, painting her womb with bright white as his ferocity is slowly becoming calmer.

"Fee me uph—"

"Shit," Kaeya laughs at her attempt in speaking, pulling his fingers out of her mouth. "Fuck, I just did, baby. How's my cum feel?"

He lets go of her torso, and watch as she falls upon his cleared desk in absolute fatigue. His hands rub her back, playing with the jiggle of her ass for a short moment as she gather her thoughts; "S'good. Th-thank you, Mister Alberich."

"Mister Alberich," he repeats, his voice mocking. He feels her body, before eventually, with his cock still buried deep inside of her, he turns her limp body around. Her skirt is hitched up to her waist, blouse halfway open with her bra somewhere on the floor. As she settles on the hard desk, he watches how her heavy breathing shows off her glorious tits rising and falling with every breath of air.

She raises one hand to hide her mouth, perhaps feeling somewhat small under his piercing gaze, and turns so that she isn't facing him.

Kaeya takes this opportunity to reach for his phone in one of the drawers, unlocking it easily to start recording a video of her god-sculpted body with the flash obviously penetrating the dark room.

"Mister Alberich!"

In a series of flustered gasp, she reaches both arms in the air as an attempt to grab his phone, but only presses her tits against each other in the process. He skillfully dodges her demanding hands and instead captures the intense look of pleasure on her face in his phone as he feels himself getting hard again inside of his cunt.

"You're only turning me on even more," he chuckles, now aiming the camera at his hand rubbing her abdomen, watching how a bulge grows as he gets more tense inside.

"How do you even take me like this, hm?" He looks up at her embarrassed face, before focusing to record her swollen clit and where he is buried deep inside of her. "Are you used to my cock? Do you like it?"

He must be some kind of sadist—Kaeya watches in satisfaction as she tries stammering out a reply. He softly caress her stomach and she squirms under his hold, even more when he starts rubbing light circles on her pretty clit; he feels it twitching, like it's begging to be sucked on.

"Mister Alberich—"

Comes her whining yet again, Kaeya turns both his camera and his gaze on her face.

"Speak up, sweetheart."

"Nghh," she mewls as she begins rolling her hips against his hand. "Please— I— I can't—"

"Yes?"

The smirk on his face grows wider.

Kaeya tediously slips his growing cock from her hole, before pushing himself back in her sopping cunt in the same speed.

"Faster—" she gasps, now using her fingers to grip the edge of her desk. "Fuck— please fuck me faster— harder, harder."

She pushes himself to sit on the desk, feet pressed against the surface to show him her aching pussy. It's like she forgets about the existence of the camera; her face melts into his favored lewd expression—the one she only uses when she is so needy for his cock, so desperate for him to pound her cunt.

Kaeya presses his camera button, and in an instant, the flash goes out. They are once again enveloped in darkness, and he pulls out of her yet again just to test the waters.

"Harder, was it?" He hums, leaning down to capture her nipple in his mouth, obsessed yet again as he sinks his face deeper into her pair of tits.

"Please," she gasps, arms snaking around his neck.

Kaeya takes her bud between the sharp of his teeth, pressing his tongue flat against it.

"You asked for it, baby," a little warning should be fine. He glances up to see her already debauched in repeated ecstasy. "I'll go hard just for you.

[mah-gah-lee]

What a weird family reunion Reggie x  Reader (xLuke)

gif originally posted by @jatpsource​

Word Count: 3515 words

 Summary: You’re Reggie’s little sister. You were 3 when he died. You’re now a ghost for a decade. One night, you recognize your brother and jumped into him to an unexpected family reunion. How is it going to happen? Will Reggie believe you? In a mysterious way, that’s Luke who help you to convinced Reggie.

 Warnings: cuss (language), mention of death, mention of divorce, mention of drugs

 A/N: This is my first fic about jatp characters. Hope you’ll enjoy! keep in mind that french is my first language, so i’m so sorry if there’s some mistakes in my fic

 disclaimer: It takes place during episodes 6 and 7. I do not take into account the possibility of a Juke. The chemistry while they sing is there but no romantic feelings.

 Tagged: @asdfghjkl-fanfics​ @standingtalllove​ 

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Losing a child is the worst thing a parent could live, losing two is unimaginable. It’s seems being 17 years old was a new malediction in Peters family.

 You were 3 when your older brother, Reginald, died in a weird hot dog accident. At that point, your parents were literally a fight away from a divorce but never did it because of you. You were too young to be in a divided family, according to them. But Reggie's death separated them for good. Yet they really tried to support each other, to overcome that and give you all the attention you needed. But your mother overprotected you and made you live in the shadow of your late brother. Your dad couldn't stand it. And when they finally divorce, moving out from reggie’s childhood house, you went to live with your dad.

 Even though you were too young to form a strong bond with your brother, in a way you missed him. Your mother’s house was full of pictures of him, some of his clothes were still in a room, dedicated to him. When you visited your mother, you didn’t understand why you always found yourself in this room. You were drawn like a magnet to the comforting room. Reggie’s presence in this new house brought you such a sense of security that your mother had repeatedly found you asleep on a pile of your brother’s T-shirts.

 And then you died in 2009. Kanye West had interrupted Taylor Swift's speech at the VMAs, Miley Cyrus hadn't gone crazy yet and One Direction didn't exist yet. What an era! You didn't know why the great light didn't come looking for you but you were there, as a ghost in 2009. And the time has passed ... You've had your best concerts, the best parties. A forever teenager who couldn't eat, drink or sleep.

 And then 2020 came.

 …

 You were tired of always doing the same thing for over a decade, but you couldn't help but go to every open scene that came up in your beautiful city. It was as if an inexplicable force was pushing you to go there.

 This evening was no exception to the rule and you were in a very hip little bar in the city center. You wore one of those sleeveless, gray crop tops with high waisted pants, your leather jacket draped over your shoulders. Your eyes were directly drawn to a group of girls in colorful costumes. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. It's been 10 years since you died and it seemed to you that these girls looked like the same plagues that ruined the lives of so many teenagers in your time. You put on an expression of disgust when they all took the stage, but when the music started you couldn't help but admit it was pretty catchy. However, you didn't expect a ghost to appear in the middle of the stage, improvising a choreography. Was that part of the show?

 But looking at the audience's non-reaction, you knew it wasn't. The ghost disappeared for the first time, and your gaze sought directly the distinctive light source of another apparition in the room. Your gaze lingered on a small group of three boys - the blond boy included - and two girls. You have wrinkled your eyes to better distinguish the teenagers, and your face expressed confusion.

 “Reggie? “

 You wanted to go see him so badly. You were pretty sure it was your brother but it all came too fast. The moment you decided to walk towards them, the organizer announced a new band.

 “Okay, looks like we're close the night out with one more group…Julie and the fat ones.”

 What was that for a name? Your attention had been diverted and when you looked back at the group, the boys had disappeared as one of the young girls took the stage. Your heart was beating so fast. You couldn't go wrong; you had seen so many pictures at your mother's house that it was impossible that this boy was not your brother. But you missed your chance…

 Julie started to sing and your eyes were captivated, as much as your ears were. This kid was so talented! When she sang a rather high note, the tension in the room charged into electricity. The next second, the young singer was joined by the group of boys you had seen in her company. Appearing distinctly as the ghosts did. On drums there was the blond boy you had seen dancing a few moments earlier, on the electric guitar, a boy with tousled brown hair who seemed slightly familiar to you ... and on bass, with a flannel shirt, there was your brother ... Reggie was there, identical to the photos you had admired so much.

 The bar was on fire as Julie and The Phantoms performed. What a sick name for a group made up of two-thirds of ghosts! The song was so catchy that your heart beat to the sound of the music. But your eyes did not leave your brother, you were unable to move, frozen in place. What should you do ? Will you introduce yourself after the performance? And, what would you say? "Hey hi Reggie, I'm your sister, I died ten years ago and you twenty-five years ago. Unbelievable, right?! Nice to see you again" And once again, before you knew it, the song was over and the boys were gone again, leaving Julie alone on stage in the bewilderment of the many people in the facility.

 “for God's sake, where are they?”

 You didn't want to miss it anymore. Even though the whole situation was strange, you wanted to see your brother again.

 Your eyes flew over the room before seeing the scene play out before your eyes. Julie seemed petrified in front of a man. The boys watched in amazement and as Julie left with what appeared to be her father, you rushed over to the group of three musicians before they disappeared again.

 “omg please don't poof out again.” You said almost out of breath

 The boys looked at you like you were crazy before the guitarist jumped off the bar counter, bursting with energy.

 "Wait, you can see us?"

 “as much as when mister "all eyes on me" made his performance”, you were pointing your head at the blond boy.

 The group looked at each other in puzzlement and Reggie finally spoke, his blue eyes full of mischief.

 “So…hi there cutie, how can we help you?”

 Your face expressed disgust and you stuck your tongue out mimicking vomiting.

Luke gave Alex an amused smile, seeing Reggie flirting and your spontaneous reaction. The bassist couldn't help but charm the pretty ladies.

 “Wow Reggie, that's gross ... you're my brother.”

  Reggie burst out laughing at your response, not noticing that you called him by his first name when he hadn't even introduced himself to you yet.

 “Yeah right, for sure. You just could tell me you weren’t interested. But I’m charming...”

 It was the first time he had been given such an excuse but you looked so serious that he stopped dead in his tracks as Luke and Alex watched you. They always knew Reggie had a sister. But the scene unfolding before their eyes seemed impossible. (Y / N) was so young when they died and now must have been around 28, something like that. But the girl in front of them was a teenager, their age. How was this possible?

 You didn't want to drop the information like that. It was worse than anything you could have imagined. But it had escaped you. Now he didn't take you seriously. Your eyes were wet with tears. It was scary to find you in front of your brother for the first time as a ghost teenager. Luke looked panicked when he noticed your eyes, squeezing Reggie's shoulder as you seemed to beg.

 “Can I ... can I meet you in a quieter time please, Reginald?”

 Your brother's eyes widened as Luke's hug on his shoulder tightened a bit. The eagerness and desperation in your voice had made both boys react, Alex was just looking at all of you like all of this wasn't real. The use of Reggie's name made him tense, surprised. Few called him Reginald. In fact, only his family, and the boys when they wanted to annoy him, called him that way. And although his nickname is obvious enough to deduce his

full first name, he deeply felt that you weren't just anyone.

  He seemed a little panicked and looked around for his friends to support him. As if the solution would fall by itself just by the presence of Luke and Alex.

 “Okay, but I want Luke and Alex’s there! What about tomorrow? I’ll give you the address!”

 Wow, that was quick.

 “hm, yeah, yeah sure, as you want”

 You nodded and Reggie silently slipped a note to the drummer. Alex took a pen, write something on a paper towel and gave it to you. You weren’t surprise, you also can make some tricks. And you just had the time to thanks them before they poofted again.

 …

 The next day, you landed in front of Julie's garage. Lucky she's at school because you shouldn't be explaining your presence, so she managed to see you the way she saw boys.

 Before entering, you peeked out the window and frowned. There seemed to be only Luke so far. He was leaning over the piano, his head in a notebook. Your body went through part of the garage door and you cleared your throat.

 “hmm, hi ... i came to see Reggie ..”

 Luke instantly raised his head and you caught his attention.

 “oh uh, hi! He should be here soon, come in.….”

 Silence felt as Luke motioned for you to sit on the couch. It was a rather pleasant studio; the plants gave a warm atmosphere to the room and the music set sent you good vibes.

 "Does your girlfriend mind that I'm here? I mean, that seems to be your HQ"

 "girlfriend?"

 "The girl you sing with" I simply said.

 "Julie? Um, yeah, she's not my girlfriend. She-sh-she’s great and we have this powerful connection but…not, not in a romantic way. Music tied us. Music and friendship "

 Luke chuckled lightly as he scratched his head. You were surprised they weren't dating. Yesterday the tension was intense. He seemed authentic when he had continued his momentum. You let out a smile amused by so much overflow.

 “It's okay, I don't need to know your full relationship statute or your social security number.”

 The guitarist gave you a frank smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. For a ghost, his gaze was really alive.

 “ I’m Luke, by the way”

 "Y / N… Re .."

 "Reggie's little sister… I-I remember you a little."

 "You look familiar to me. Maybe I saw you in a few pictures with Reggie."

 Silence fell and you started to feel anxious. Maybe it was a bad idea? You had grown up since Reggie died ... were you still his little sister after all? Luke seemed to notice your dismay and put a comforting hand on your knee.

 “hey, is something bothering you?”

 “What if he doesn't believe me ... if he definitely thinks I'm not his sister.”

 “Let's be honest, it's a little hard to believe. The last time I saw you, you were three years old.”

 It was as if the memories flooded into your mind and let you carried away in your words.

 “Yeah, you gave me this teddy bear with a guitar and told Reggie you wanted to be my favorite.”

 Luke chuckled slightly before staring at you, speechless. He seemed dazed. This anecdote dates back to twenty-five years anyway. He himself had a hard time remembering it until you said it a few seconds earlier.

 “what was the smell of the stuffed animal?” he asked, confused about that funny fact

 “sorry, what?”

 “the plush, what did it smell like?”

 “hot waffle, why?”

 “okay ... maybe you are his sister ... tell me more about what you remember”

 You looked at him with a puzzled expression. Everything had been so natural before he stopped in all the movements. And now, it was hard to think about for the memories you had of Reggie on demand. The teddy bear given by Luke story had slipped out of your mind without you realizing it. As your brain seemed to boil, the fog of your thoughts cleared.

 “can I use your guitar?”

 “hell no ... why?” Luke exclaimed with far too much anticipation

 “I have this lullaby stuck inside of my head ... I think Reggie sang it to me when I was a child”

 Your pleading and desperate gaze fell on Luke who categorically refused to let you take his guitar. He ends up grabbing his six acoustic strings, terminated. There was something about you that made him weak.

 “Maybe you can teach me but ... my guitar is my guitar, nobody touches it.”

 You nodded and the lead singer moved closer to you. You were stunned by its smell, like a distant memory. Luke had definitely been a part of your life before he died, you were sure of that. You leaned over her shoulder, humming the lullaby that was left in your head. It didn't take long for him to find the right chords. Luke continued several times before you stopped singing, looking at him intently.

 “that's exactly it ... this lullaby”

 You both looked at each other, an indecipherable expression in your eyes. You both jumped at the sound of the garage door. Reggie appeared with Alex.

 "Ready to compose hellish songs! oh did I interrupt something?”

 "No, no I was there to see you. I guess you have a lot of questions."

 "hell yeah, can we start from the beginning?"

  You smiled to approve his request. The boys settled down on the sofa, while you sat down on one of the single armchairs. And the flow of questions began

  “When are you born?”

 “(your birthday date) 1992” you simply answered.

 “What’s your name?”

 (y/n) (y/m/n) Peters

 It’s seemed to convinced a little Reggie but doubt was all over his face.  It was information you could easily get on the internet nowadays.

 “What’s my favorite food?”

 “Pizza, mom said your favorite was the extra cheese with pepperoni”

 “And what was my favorite toy?”

 “I freaking don’t know, how can I suppose to known that?”

 “ah ah!” he pointed the finger at you, as if that answer was proof that you were lying. It broke your heart but you didn't show it.

Instead, you rolled your eyes and Reggie kept going to ask you some question. Of course, you would have liked to have answered his questions correctly. Your mother told you some anecdotes about him but not to the point of knowing all the details.

 “What’s the most terrible thing I said to my mom?”

 “Omg I don’t fucking know! I was 3 when you’re died, asshole!”

 Luke smiled when you exploded. Reggie was Reggie, as weird as possible. Now you were angry and desperate. Your brother didn’t believe you and he kept dragging you into this miserable feeling that you were never going to get your brother back. You had spent your short life living with a faint memory of him. Your blankie was one of his t-shirts, his voice reasoned in your head when you couldn’t sleep.

But then, in front of him, you were a stranger to him. Your heart was bruised from not being able to hug him and to finally meet this brother who had left far too soon.

 “Okay, okay… So, how can you proof me you’re really my sister?! “

 In the room’s corner, Luke looked at you, you looked desperate, about to cry again. He grabbed his guitar and cleared his throat. Reggie turned to him as the guitarist still had his eyes on you, a heartwarming smile hanging across his face. You had managed to convince him in a few minutes. He felt connected to you and the things you told him were disturbing. You could only be Reggie's sister; it was impossible otherwise.

 "Hey…What about the song you told me earlier." he said with a soft and comfort voice

 Your eyes caught his gaze, grateful for the initiative. You nodded and Luke started playing the few notes you had taught him a few minutes earlier. It was so different from all the songs the brunette could play before. It was a lullaby, such easy children's music with just a few notes.   Of course, the band wasn’t supposed to play when Julie wasn’t in the room but, Luke had thought it was the best thing to do to encourage you to keep going. He didn’t know why, but he wanted Reggie to believe you. Luke believed you, hard as nails. There only had to look at your eyes to understand this reality, and Luke had noticed that. You had the same blue eyes as your brother. How could Reggie still doubt that? You started to sing

 You're so sleepy

Very much sleepy

You want to go to the fairyland

You close your eyes

And jump into your dream.

When you'll wake up

I’ll still be on your team.

 The instant Reggie heard the first notes, he knew. But hearing you sing the lullaby he had invented for you when you didn't want to sleep as a child, was a magical moment. You were his baby sister. He gave you that sad little puppy face, so overwhelmed. Reggie opened his arms and you jumped into a hug, so glad he finally accepted the fact that you were his sister.

You felt oddly safe again, like taking a nap in Reggie's pile of old t-shirts. You were so happy to find your brother and to be able to live your non-life by his side. Nothing would be as boring as it used to be. Reggie pushed you away with a concerned look

 "but wait ... how did you die?"

 "Yeah ... I don't really know ... I was at a really, really good rock concert and I bought this drink ... and I think I got drugged up there and ... I guess I'm dead? tadaa " you tried to tell him in a light tone.

He had just learned that he had a little sister. He didn't have to know that she was sneaking out at rock concerts and drinking alcohol before she was old enough. Right? Alex looked at Luke and Reggie with his half amused half confused smile. As for Luke, he fidgeted from foot to foot at the discovery. Y / N was as much rock and roll as they all were. Rebellion had to be his middle name

You loosened Reggie's embrace and lowered your head, pursing your lips so as not to show your embarrassment. He asked if you wanted snacks and you nodded. There was a slight silence. You didn't notice the urgent look Luke gave Alex but the next moment the blond jumped up to accompany the bassist, leaving you alone in the garage with the lead singer.

 The silences were a little longer until Luke cautiously approached you. You could feel the awkwardness from miles away.

 “ Sooo, you made this.”

 “ yeah ...” you answered in a shy voice

 It was the moment you had to thank him but your words seemed frozen. You mustered all the courage to plant your gaze in Luke's eyes.

 “Thank you ... for helping me earlier.”

 “oh it was nothing”.

 “I ... yes, yes it was. You can't imagine how important seeing Reggie again is to me. Thanks for ... for helping me open his eyes.”

 A slight smile caught his lips and he reached for your cheek before stopping his gesture. Instead of stroking your skin, he simply put a section of your hair back behind your ear.

 “I would do anything for my best friends.”

 And Reggie was definitely one of Luke’s best friend. You hardly swallowed, your stomach contorting under the effect that the guitarist made you. Time had seemed to fly at an incredible speed as the moment was interrupted by Reggie and Alex coming back to you.

 “OMG LUKE DON’T FLIRT WITH MY SISTER, SHE’S 3!”

 You cleared your throat and stepped aside to pull yourself away from Luke as far as possible. Your gaze fell on your brother and you raised an eyebrow at the last remark. 3 years old, really? You were 3 years old twenty-five years ago ... now you were eternally a teenager

 “I’m seventeen.”

 “Listen, i'm your big brother, you’re three, end of discussion.”

 Your face wanted to laugh and you pursed your lips to keep from succumbing. But your eyes… Your eyes met Luke's in a complicity that slowly settled. Could you fall in love with your big brother's best friend? Definitely yes...