#im making a thing but I’m not jinxing anything before it’s done so im not saying what

[kyuyua]

Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange has floofy hair under all that gel and styling and you can pry that out of my cold dead hands

[kunipuppy]

Leander x gn!reader

warnings: yandere behaviour, magical manipulation, manipulation, reader is tied to their bed it doesn’t go far though.

ermmm my first language isn’t english so im sorry if some of my sentences came off nonsensical :3

Ever since you came to Eridia you expect the unexpected. After everything and more than enough almost death’s you just don’t get surprised anymore. Though, you just had to jinx yourself…

Last night, after having enough of Vere’s teasing and being embarrassed beyond belief, you retreated to your room. Well, at least only Leander witnessed it, since Vere made a rare solo appearance at the Wet Wick just to mess with you. You thought you were in the clear, Leander is an understanding guy, he won’t tease you for it.

Your eyes flutter as you sense someone else beside you, and jolt awake. Gasping when something pulls on your wrists. You blink your sleepiness away, finally making out Leanders face. He’s giving you his usual, charming smile… it feels off. Everything feels off. You’re not panicking as hard because thank god you just passed out and forgot to unwrap your bandages, the harsh reminder of your curse feels even more suffocating than usual. 

When you finally tear your eyes away from awfully and unusually quiet Leander you notice the thing tugging at your wrist. Green glowing rope. Except it's not a rope, it’s Leander’s magic.

He basically cuffed you to your bed. Okay. Hm. Wait. What.

“Leander, what is going on?” 

You did your best to keep your voice stable, is he playing a prank on you or something? He’s got a shit sense of humor if that’s the reason he tied you to your bed.

His smile didn’t falter, “I noticed something about you last night.”

The voice that once soothed all of your worries away now made your blood run cold. This isn’t the Leander you knew, he must be an amazing actor. Right, that’s it.

“Leander, I don’t know if this is a joke or not but I really don’t like-”

“You’ve become so close with everyone else and drifted away from me, it hurts, you know. Feels like everything I’ve done for you was nothing to you.”

He cut you off with a glare that if looks could kill you would be dead where you sat. You shifted uncomfortably, have you been that distant? You went to Wet Wick every night, always made sure to talk to Leander if he was available. This feels…wrong.

“I’m sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?”

You swallowed thickly. Sure, you could fight him, but you know you would never come out alive if you were to fight to the death. He would wipe the floor with you, you knew that. So you went for… other means of survival. Plus if this was just you being neglectful you could make up for it.

He looked you up and down, his eyes making your skin burn.

“Lay down for me.”

“Leander wh-”

He sighed.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You exhaled shakily and just did as you were told. That seemed to please him because a small smile appeared on his face, good, you’re gonna be fine. He won’t hurt you. He won’t.

He pressed his fingers on your forehead, before you could ask him what he did, you noticed it too late. Your voice isn't coming out. Fuck. What the fuck.

Noticing your distress, he planted a kiss on your cheek as he straddled your hips.

“They are way too close to you. I won’t do anything you don’t want-

He started to unwrap your bandages, you couldn’t move. He’s way too sturdy. Shit.

-so don’t be afraid and let me make sure they all know-

He took both of your hands and pressed his lips on them, suddenly your brain stopped panicking. It was okay, you wanted this anyway. Right? Your heart thrumming loudly and your insides feel like they’re on fire-

-that I’m the only one that can touch you like this. I’m the only one you can touch, I’m your only hope.”

He bent down and planted a kiss on your forehead.

[survivor-north-sea]

Episode Seven: "I’m crying in my cake" - Brandi

Tyler Frazier

Okay. So. I talked about how I built a relationship with Raffy and how I’d like to sort of use that going forward but I also did two other things in that conversation. I tried to cautiously defend my girl bethany bc they’re only sketched out by her bc they are misogynists and I also tried to set up AJ to be the merge boot with Raffy running the vote. I did this by talking about how scared AJ is of returning players and how she did research on them which scared Raffy bc he already thinks she’s obsessed with him. If it works it would further establish him as a threat so that way when we decide to stop picking off members of the Hidra 4 they’re not gonna be looking at me, bethany or Esteban but more so as Raffy as the biggest threat and Hairie as someone generally sketchy. This is all assuming we win the challenge (🤞) and I don’t have to throw Hairie under the bus to try and save Bethany btw but you’ll be getting confessionals from me then too so I’ll keep you all posted!

Toni

Theme: The Merge Is Uncharted Waters

We were so close to potentially winning this last challenge. I wish we did because we needed some sort of number for this next one. Zach is going today because he has not yet listened to Renaissance - thats legitimately why. JK.

Merge is going to be uncharted waters but lets try and win this next one first!

Signing off about to 'dive in'.

Hairie

Tribal was expected, another OG Tromoya going hope but what’s interesting was it was Zach instead of Arvin. If Zach was the one that flipped 2 tribals before, then Zach’s been played. 🤣

Toni might have some agenda for wanting to target returning players so I’m hoping they spice up their next tribal before merge to take out Jinx since it’s all new players having the numbers over there. Yes I said that right, Tromoya is gonna win this last tribe challenge.

-

Honestly thinking of throwing this challenge so Arvin can be safe next tribal. He’s a number for me for sure and we can take out Tyler or Esteban (keeping Bethany) but it’s not about an individual (me) thing right now. In such a frazzle dazzle situation right now because I don’t want this to come back and bite me from my behind. It’s my asset we’re talking about here.

AJ

God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everybody's problem.

In reality though I'm super thankful to still be around and now here's to hoping I can make merge and at least be eliminated onto the jury.

Tyler Frazier

This is so awk. I didn’t wanna do this at all I suggested it as a joke like “chapstick taser” really. That’s what y’all loved? Come on.

Bethany

another day, another confessional about me hoping we win the challenge!!! if i do make the merge, im causing chaos 😇 these og tribal lines are boringgggg 🥱

Tyler Ftazier

ITS NOT EVEN A FREAKING INVENTION IT LITERALLY EXISTS TOO LIKE THATS THE WORST PART

Arvin Bentonon

I am happy to be here. Huhu

Trinica

Not to be *that person* but I hate group projects actually!!! Toni and I are bonded together by how frustrating it is to try to get anything organized on this tribe. Too many different ideas floating around on this shark tank idea, not enough working on what actually needs to be done- the pitch video. Like, it doesn't matter how much supplemental shit we have if we don't have the one deliverable required for the challenge. I couldn't say this at tribal but I CANNOT WAIT for individual immunity challenges. Oof.

I think Toni's going to ace this video, but I honestly don't think we'll have enough footage of us to pull it together for a win. I really wanted to do an infomercial but nobody seems inclined to work on the script or film anything so!!! It's fine!!!

Toni

This challenge has been hard and lonely. I think everyone is exhausted though - the challenge to tribal pipeline has been difficult. Slightly glad group challenges are over? Hoping individual challenges are a little less work.

Hairie

I think creative challenges could be my downfall because I don't think I'm that entirely creative. Doing the best and hope my contributions were enough for this Shark Tank. Enough not to be voted out that is.

So far, our tribe has come up with loads of stuff for the challenge - from graphs, reviews, posters, video and even a presentation. Collectively, I feel good that we might win this again and avoid the last tribal council as Tromoya just right before we shift into individual portion of the season.

AJ

Alright we’re like, almost done with this challenge I think, and so far I’d say I feel actually pretty confident in us right now. It’s really tricky because we don’t know what the other tribe is doing or has done or how much effort they’re putting into this, but I can only hope they haven’t gone as hard as we have.

Raffy

I sat out because I didn't want to think about if I should throw or not. Honestly, I'm perfectly fine with losing or winning. There are pros to each. If we lose, I get to vote out Bethany and then I feel a little more comfortable going into merge. If we win, Arvin gets voted out which means I do not have to worry about Arvin being a traitor to Tromoya.

Trinica

Why am I always so grumpy in these lol. I *think* we may be able to pull this challenge off? Maybe? I wish we had more clips from our tribe in our video but maybe that won't matter.

This challenge has really made me warm up to Arvin as well, so I do hope we win so that he won't have to go home.

Tyler Frazier

Oh my god. How did they mess up the challenge THIS BAD. Jesus Christ. It’s so frustrating and it’s not even that I’m worried I’m gonna be booted it’s more so the fact that saving Bethany is not gonna be easy and champ wants to offer minimal support so that if she has to flip she isn’t suspected. LIKE MAYBE IF WE HAD PEOPLE BACKING US IT WOULD BE EASIER TO TARGET HAIRIE? MAYBE TELLING YOUR TRIBE TO STAY STRONG WONT SAVE BETHANY? Idk though maybe I’m the one who’s wrong here.

Brandi

im literally at a wedding rn I’m so sad we lost I’m crying in my cake

Esteban

I am so sorry that we lose in the moment where merge is approaching. It will def either me, Tyler or bethany.

They might think of putting seed on bethany to vote me out and me to bethany. That will be the smart move for tomoya 2.0.

But hopefully these people will realize that Bethany has closer bind to the hindra OG girls in the other side.

If it will be me i feel bo worries. I played a different approach and i had fun! 😅

Trinica

We actually pulled off a win!!! Amazing!!! I want to be happy but mostly I'm worried because Bethany is 99% likely to be going home. Tyler will flip, and he'd protect Esteban over her I think. Even with our extra vote, that puts us at a numbers disadvantage worst case, or a tie in the best case IF Esteban sticks with us.

Bethany

https://youtu.be/xzVQydnHNyc

Tyler Frazier

So I’ve started to do the work to save Bethany and right now it seems to be going well. Esteban is VERY anti Hairie thanks to work that I did (slayed) all we need to do is flip Brandi. We then would have a majority vote to save Bethany and I could not only go into the merge but also go with my two closest allies unified which is something I never thought would happen.

Hairie

Soooo for the first time in herstory … Oh wait right we lost before *SCREAMS* It’s soo funny because as a tribe Tromoya lost the first and last challenge as a tribe 😂. We lost by a mere couple of points and I think I’m to partly be blamed as well for the disadvantage. WHY DID I GO TO LEVEL 8 *Facepalm* But silver lining, Arvin gets to merge and I cannot wait for all the tea, the full tea and nothing but the tea of what went into at Hidra after the swap. We’re shifting into individual games pretty soon and it’s all about threading carefully and knowing who to take out and when to take them out !!!

Lowkey can’t wait for tribal also because I haven’t gotten to answer a question in full and knowing Jay she’s gonna come up with questions that are bound to make everyone’s head spin and jaws dropping.

I don’t think it’s me tonight but I’m not suppose to feel that way because the minute you think you’re safe YOU’RE ACTUALLY NOT

-

Jay: you lost Tromoya

Everyone: Reacts

Raffy: Gets lit 🍻🥂🍷🍸🍹and slipped the fact that Bethany is the vote to Tyler

Tyler to Bethany: Sorry Bethany you’re being voted out

Bethany to me: I’m sad because I’m being voted out

Hairie to Bethany: Wait what?!? Who told you that?

Bethany to Hairie: Tyler but he won’t say who

Hairie: goes to OG Tromoya chat: Who told Tyler it was Bethany??

Raffy: It may have been me. Goodnight yall

Hairie: 🥹😂💀

And that’s how the first few minutes of post Shark Tank went down

Arvin Bentonon

I made it to the merge. I so happy we earned our spot to the merge!

Tyler Frazier

So this is a weird round gameplay wise because we have 5 people who want Hairie gone and it’s also in Raffys best interest even though he doesn’t know it. So you’d think “boo ya! Got this in the bag” but I still am unsure of how to pitch the plan in a way that is not super sketchy because if the round plays out naturally Bethany would leave despite majority wanting her to stay which is like bizarre but whatever

Bethany

everyone is ignoring me, which ugh this sucks because i’m probably going home. but tbh like at least if im voted out premerge i can go back into the VL and talk (respectful) shit on everyone’s games (as people everyone is very wonderful but the gameplay is making me want to scream) i honestly have not committed the time i should have to this game and it’s my own fault but i still dont want to get voted out!!! trying my best here but :/

Champagne

UGH OMG THIS IS BAD I CANT AFFORD BETHANY TO GO HOME :( I wanna stay loyal to Tromoya strong bc I really really like them but there has to be a miracle to save bethany

Raffy

I spent all of last night pushing for Bethany because unsober me has no filter and did not give a fuck about laying low. So now I have to deal with the problem. In any case, I think it ended well. I told everyone on the tribe about my suspicions of Bethany potentially flipping back to Hidra. They all seemed to agree. It seemed like a done deal. But there have been a few hiccups along the way as with anything I do.

1. Tyler told Bethany her name is going around for whatever reason. Not like she'll be in jury, but nice to know that Tyler will always be watching out for himself and has no qualms with throwing me under the bus.

2. Bethany messaged me her pitch about being a double agent for OG Tromoya. However, that's just giving her power to play the middle at merge. It only benefits Bethany, not us.

3. Hairie, apparently, has decided to try to flip the vote on Tyler by getting Esteban, Brandi, and Bethany to vote him out. That makes no sense. I mean, I guess Hairie wanted to keep Bethany since he talks to Tyler less? Or maybe he's trying to split the vote to take me out. Fun stuff.

4. Also, I told Hairie about my idol which I really shouldn't have but someone needed to know why I thought Bethany didn't have anything to save herself. Now that could be the thing to get me out of this game. Yipee.

So I don't know if Bethany will get voted out. Hairie just might actively be trying to take me out the whole time in spite of the fact that I'm incredibly close to him and probably his #1 ally. If I do get voted out because of him, mark my words that it will shoot him in the foot. In any case, I'm going to keep trying to get Bethany out because it really is the smartest decision I can see at this time. Everyone else should get on the same page.

-

Newbies need to take a chill pill and actually think through the words they are saying. I am playing with people who are all overthinking every single detail, and I need them to slow down.

Tyler Frazier

I am BEYOND frustrated right now with pretty much everybody. Raffy's social gameplay is complete garbage right now like you’re gonna sweet talk me into working with you and then the second I have an opinion you completely ignore it and make it very clear you’d rather work with your original tribe. It’s not even like he’s just ignoring my opinion he’s choosing to not even care about what I could possibly think like he’s ready to vote. Brandi literally wants Haire gone but won’t bite the bullet and commit. Champ refuses to do any work to save us and you literally have more say than us. If we are such a priority for you then maybe stick your neck out a bit????? Esteban is actually being reasonable this round so thank god one person is. Well bethany is also being reasonable but she can’t do anything because people are acting like they’ll get the plague from talking to her. I just cannot stand these people. I hate this cast. Everyone sucks except Esteban and Bethany. Champ you’re fine too but I’m just really annoyed with you rn

Esteban

now that i am a little sober here’s my thoughts.

1. I don’t want Bethany to go home anymore. Returnees were swept out on the other side of the tribe. And if bethany goes home where i am on this position come merge? It will only be raffy, jinx and I left.

2. Hairie is kinda making me awk as all our conversation is always about game plan and never had a deeper talk. He is giving me an AJ vibe tbh. And i have a speculations about Aj/Hairie deal when they became the captains of the ships.

3. I am convinced that Bethany wanted to work in merge with clean slate as they tild me all their truths. Aj/trinica controlling, jinx idol, then targetting clefford and I but they tried to convince then it shoukd be clefford. And that toni and I were just pulled out on the alliance that they have (seeee i am right!) and that she felt that she is at the bottom of that alliance as a returnee.!

So the update was… bethany tyler and I had group chat. (What took us so long? Lol) and trying to convince one person each to how they will benefit keeping us 3.

Champ is positive about it. Brandi would feel the vibe she said but might be positive. Jayjay last night she seem open about it Raffy was solid wanted Bethany out but might consider bethany’s new info to him

Hairie - should go home if this works.

I am happy yet scared that my name wasn’t out there. Am I hallucinating and will get caught off guard tonight? That IDK. I am giving info that i just know soooooo knock on the wood. It is not me! 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

And yes i am proud to still be here after a rough sailing before swap and that i can write a detailed vl confessional too.

Jinx

pre immunity results jinx cast https://voca.ro/18jW2pDmnQWy

Jayjay

I am so grateful I got to sit out this last challenge because so much happened to where I wasn’t gonna be able to be fully attentive in the challenge if I wasn’t! I got really sick unfortunately so it’s also been difficult for me to keep up with everything going on. However I’m glad that I have Hairie who’s been keeping me posted about everything going on. I’m sad we lost the last challenge we had to win right before merge but tbh I kind of see it as a good way to start the merge and see where everyone’s head is at and where alliances really lye.

-

So everyone is going BANANAS about this tribal council which kind of has me on edge a bit and a little worried. I thought that we would of had it be an easy vote and take out an ex Hidra but now it seems since we will no longer be separated into teams people are starting to really strategize for their own personal gam. Which makes sense. Our original vote was Bethany. Lol but little Raffy was frisky last night and told Tyler and Tyler told Bethany and she told Hairie. Which seemed to have complicated things a bit. I originally thought Bethany would be the smartest way to go, considering she’d probably have the strongest connections with Hidra come merge. However she has been really pleading her case to stay in the game and I feel bad :/ Now I’m just going to take the time and think that if we were already playing a solo game, who would be the person that I would vote out for my best interest in getting furthest in the game…. 👀

Trinica

How am I supposed to vote AJ out now that I know she's a gay?????

Tyler Frazier

So! Going into tribal im not feeling great! My best bet to keep all my allies is via a rock draw and the hope that people aren’t willing to go that far to protect Hairie. Hopefully Esteban is with us because if he isn’t im gonna be very upset and cry. But that’s okay! (No it’s not)

Raffy

Bethany is trying to flip on Hairie. Esteban is just as unreliable as I thought. Everyone should just listen to me.

Hairie

Waking up to messages hearing my name was tossed around was not ideal at all like it made me go into a frenzy

[henqtic]

Hi, can I request a Draco x reader in which they are best friends and reader is narcissistic, so when Draco starts to change in their sixth year, reader gets angry with him and ends their friendship until Draco tells her about his dark mark and reader realize how she is and try to improve. With a happy ending in which after winning the war both confess their feelings. im sorry if it's confusing

I can do better - d.m.

- word count: 2.2k

- warnings: mentions of scratching skin, please contact me if theres more !

- a/n- I’ve never really had an encounter with a narcissistic person and I don’t exactly know how to write them out so I did sort of switch that part up but everything else is the same <33

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Countless years of friendship, down the drain all because he had been acting differently. Ever since your sixth year had started, Draco had been off. Quitting quidditch when he was so close to becoming captain— something that he had been determined to do ever since he made his way onto the team in your second year.

He’d rant on and on between lessons of how you should be honored to be talking to Slytherins future star player and quidditch captain. 

There also weren’t any more occurrences where he’d stay up countless hours with you as you as you went on and on about the different aspects of astronomy— something that you had been overly interested in ever since you took the course as one of your electives in third year because you didn’t want to take ancient runes.

That was the same year you started to see him differently, maybe in a way that friends shouldn't have. And you played it off as something small, it’s not wrong to think your best friend looks good a few days out of the week, it’s just something friends do.

Well that was what you were telling yourself as you got used to finding even the smallest things he'd do cute. But it seemed that you weren't the only one having those feelings, that he had seemed just as interested as you were, so you grew comfortable with the situation and the attention.

The comfort of it all had grown even more when you were the first one he asked to accompany him to the yule ball without a second thought and you didn’t hesitate to say yes.

And even after everything that had happened last year with his father getting thrown into Azkaban, he hadn’t pushed you away but you were the first shoulder he came to cry on, and shamelessly at that. He wasn’t embarrassed in the least because he trusted you that much. Why wouldn't he?

It hurt that those were no longer the circumstances but that they were now almost the complete opposite. The shock of no longer having him and being his main source of attention scared you, it made you irrationally jealous at the thought of maybe he had moved on to someone else.

And while all of that was wrong, you couldn’t see it because your focus was on what you had lost and were no longer getting. So you were the person to end that friendship.

When you had told him that you no longer wanted anything to do with him, he seemed like he didn't care, almost like he wanted you to let him go and it made a deep pit form in your stomach.

It had only grown as you’d watch him from across the dinner table, bags prominent under his eyes and as days passed, he started to look more and more sickly.

To say the least, you had been riddled with guilt and thoughts of if you even should be— if you thought about it, you only hurt him before he could hurt you. But for some reason, it feel that way.

You decided to talk to him again, not as an apology but more of a deal that you could just move on and not think about because. It’s like when your parents call you to dinner instead of saying sorry for yelling at you, thinking that food was a piece offering.

So now you were roaming the halls in nothing but your pajamas and school robes remembering the times where Draco would be here on your side.

It was almost a daily thing for you both. You’d get tired of all of the homework that was required by the professors so you’d go and run around to try and get your ‘creative juices’ to come back. And while all of that did pain you, you were almost certain. That everything would go back to normal and things would be fine.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a cry sounding through the wide halls and you quickly realized it was a very familiar cry. And instead of just ignoring it, curiously took over, persuading you to follow to the source of their sounds. Moaning myrtle's bathroom.

You hadn’t a chance to ask what was or had happened before the ghost gave you a look of deep sympathy and floated into one of the nearby stalls. A splash followed, alerting you that she had gone down the toilet leaving you time to carefully step through the open space.

You tried your best to approach the person without disturbing them completely, but when you identified them, it was much harder.

“Draco is- is that you crying?” You asked, catching sight of the boy on the ground, left arm clutched to his body as if he had just burned himself.

“It’s not like you would care l/n,” he scoffed, trying to wipe his face and pull down his sleeve before you could get completely in front of him.

The last time you checked the clock, it was three in the morning and for some reason he still had his uniform on. The only sign of comfort was that his tie was a little loosened— had he not gone to sleep at all?

“Why can’t you just tell me what’s wrong,” you huffed, once again getting irritated that he wouldn’t tell you anything going on. The thought not coming up into your head that maybe if he didn’t want to be so open about this topic, maybe it was for good reason.

“You’re the one who said you didn’t want anything to do with me so, I’m good thanks.” He wasn't anywhere as upset as you were, more hurt if you will.

“You didn’t seem to care much when I did tell you,” you countered, making him exhale deeply and run hands through his hair.

“It was for your safety. Don’t you understand that?” Your face scrunched in confusion of what was so top secret that he couldn’t even tell you to ‘keep you safe.’ He was already tired of the argument and decided to not answer you, in words at least.

His hand swiftly went down to the end of his sleeve to reveal to you his, what should have been bare arm, but there was a mark, a dark mark. Your eyes stayed on his arm for seconds you didn't take the time to count.

Not only was the mark of the dark lord staring at you but so was the amount of irritated skin around it. There were scratches, old and new, liked he thought the actions would erase the marking.

Your eyes slowly shifted to look into his glossed over ones, staring down at the spot that you previously were, But instead of the stare being out of shock, it was a mixture of shame and disgust. “I am sorry Draco. I didn’t even think that you would—”

“I didn’t have much of a choice, it was either this or my family gets killed,” he revealed, disgust lacing his voice.

Had you been that blind? Now that you're thinking of it, you hadn’t even asked him once if he was okay but complained about him never having time for you now.

And it was pretty obvious that a sixteen year old death eater being in Hogwarts couldn't mean anything good. He was probably under so much stress and you, someone who was supposed to be there for him wasn’t.

“Draco I—” 

“I don’t need your poor try at an apology,” he said harshly, moving his arm out of your hold.

“No, really I—,” you choked on your words as if you didn’t have the ability to mutter a simple apology. Wait, had you always been that way?

“I am so sorry for everything and I know that I should've been so hard on you. I can’t imagine how horrible this year has been for you. I don’t even know how I completely overlooked you.”

You hated the way you made him feel, you hadn’t even thought your actions were that harmful seeing as you had always been that way. And that's when the realization hit, you had always been that way.

There were probably so many other occasions where you put yourself over others without a second thought and all the friends that you had, that had distanced themselves from you weren’t for no reason, but it was for that one.

You were suddenly pulled into his body, strong arms finding their way around you. The embrace wasn’t desperate, no, it was more of a silent plea that you’d stay and at least try to change your ways.

And you were going to do so much better than that. Your arms moved to hug him back, a sense of security coming over you both, enough so for him to let go and crumble into your arms once again and simply, cry.

After that night, your relationship slowly rebuilt itself, even though the first few days had been awkward seeing as he hadn’t truly accepted your apology, and understandably. But that only made you so much more determined to change, to improve not for only yourself but for the people around you.

And that’s just what you did, re-become the shoulder that was always available to cry on and the ears that were always open to listen when he needed to vent about not being able to fix the cabinet and how stressful it was.

Not to mention when he was done with it, he didn’t know how he wouldn’t mess up on the task of killing the headmaster.

But that also led to you trying your best to make him laugh again, and even though it wasn’t about seeing a boyish smirk come over his face as he jinxed unsuspecting students it was still something.

It was enough for you to see a sliver of a smile come over his even if it was from you tripping over the things in his room.

And when you finally did successfully make him let out a genuine laugh you were over the moon, you didn’t remember what it was he laughed at because immediately after you started cheering, that mission make Malfoy smile again had been completed.

That was probably the day that you realized that those feelings of more than platonic friendship were coming back.

That didn’t stop the crying you both did the night before he had to leave Hogwarts because while it does sound selfish, you wish he could've stayed that he didn't have to leave because you were going to miss him.

You even went to the extent of trying to convince him to let you join him but he immediately shut you down, not even entertaining the idea.

The manor wasn’t anything like it had been through your childhoods, but now it was stuffy and riddled with death eaters at every door. And there was no way he was going to willingly put you in that situation so you stayed at the castle.

Months later he was back at the school and of course, desperate to see you again. The last year had been hard for everyone and it was probably one of the worst for Draco. Not only did he figure out that his third year crush on you wasn’t so simple anymore but he had also realized it was so much more than that.

Standing by your side, on the side of Hogwarts only reinforced that idea. And as his parents beckoned for him to join them, he didn’t want to.

He wanted to choose the side that had been screaming out to him ever since he had become a death eater. And you were the one to not push him to stay or leave. But the slight squeeze to his hand was letting him know that whoever he did choose, you would be there right by his side.

And now as he watched Voldemort's body deteriorate, chipping and floating away like a piece of paper, a feeling of relief came over him, it was all over. 

But that wasn't the only feeling that came over him because now he was determined, determined to tell you just how he felt and that’s what he did, hands still tightly weaved together as he pulled through the ruble.

You beat him to it though, confessing how much you loved him. And how throughout your years of Hogwarts he had always been such a great friend to you and how much you adored him even when he had his flaws. How you appreciated how he gave you a second chance, one to grow and one to improve on yourself.

And soon after that, he realized that you were in the same condition that he was and it wasn’t sickness but love; giving his own sappy take on confessing his feelings, you hadn’t only felt love Darco and he hadn’t only felt love for you but it was the feeling of being in love.

Draco Malfoy was completely and utterly in love with the girls standing in front of him at this moment and you felt the same for that boy standing in front of you.

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Babysitting in the Devildom

Chapter Six: Beel- Dinner Indifference

"Beel n-"

Solomon had to cast a teleportation spell before he could even finish his sentence. Beel's wings fluttered furiously as he burst through a portal and into Solomons arms instead. He immediatly clamped down on Solomons shoulder and started to chew. Solomon sighed as he watched his cloak get drooled on, big violet eyes watching him back as more of the cloth disappeared into his mouth.

Solomon paused. Should he take Beel to you? You seemed to know what you were doing but you also already had Asmo and portioning out food for the rest of the kids...Beel would be in the presence of food either way. He glanced back down and the chipmunk-cheeked Beel and considered trying to take the cloak out of his mouth.  Buuuuut if Beel cried again it was his fault, again...but he really shouldnt be eating fabric...not that it would ruin his appetite but-

He was running out of time to make a decision as the delivery person made their way back to the door. Beel seemed content eating his cloak for now. Beel would be fine, right? Yeah- its Beel. Solomon tightened his grip just slightly on the baby as he approached the front door again, ready to take the bags.

He should have taken Beel to you.

It was like fighting Taz from Looney Toons as Solomon stumbled about, half eaten cloak and a blur of movement around him as he used small portals to keep the bag of food away from Beel.

Barbatos had walked into the kitchen with Luke, wondering if he could help somehow. You had taken Luke from him and used one hand while also sometimes directing him on how to help you while Asmo followed behind him to make sure each plate "looked pretty". Everything was going really well....until the other bag of food appeared suddenly in your free hand and you heard a demonic screech come from the hallway and a loud buzzing noise which was curiously silenced soon after, though Asmo had given you wide berth after hearing that. You sighed and asked Barb to continue portioning things and to go tell the rest of the kids that if they had to go to the bathroom, the time was now. You held Luke close to you as you ventured just outside the kitchen doors and nearly bumped into Solomon.

".....I can expl-"

"Why is Beel eating your clothes?"

You didnt really want to laugh for fear of waking Luke up, but a wide silly smile bloomed on your face as you watched Beel use both his tiny fists to stuff more of Solomons cloak into his mouth, wide eyes staring at you as he cooed a bit and continued to stuff his face, Solomons cloak almost gone.

Solomon had a combination of exasperation and amusement on his face. "Uh...well I didnt want him to cry or attack the food- o-or you so I.....I fed him my cloak."

"....wHY? Earlier you were summoning food for him- you could have done that again right- or multiplied the food we already have even if he ate the bags worth of food-"

You were still smiling, the whole situation a little ridiculous as Beel finished Solomons cloak and started to sniffle, pouting and making grabby hands to the air for more.

Solomon paused before a goofy smile spread across his face as he summoned a popsicle to give to Beel. "I. Dont. Know." He laughed a bit before smiling fondly at you. "This is why you're the one in charge." He started to walk past you into the kitchen, but not before a quick kiss was planted on your temple and a small smirk at your expression was given to you. You gave yourself a moment before joining him and Barb, and a slightly startled looking Asmo.

".....can I have a posicle before dinner too?"

Asmo looked up at Solomon, pleading who just shrugged. "Thats not up to me." He looked at you and smirked a bit. *Motherfucker*

Asmo gasped and skipped his way to you, big, pleading amber eyes as he batted his eyelashes. "May I have a posicle before dinner too please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

It was too much. From the way he asked politely, to the way he said popsicle, to his little pose and big ole eyes-

You looked around the table of happy faces as all the kids destroyed popsicles that Solomon had summoned for them, all save for Beel, Barb, Diavolo, and Lucifer untouched food in front of them.

"POPSICLES FOR DINNNNNERRRRR!"

"They said we still have to eat our food if we want to have dessert tomorrow."

"But I'm not hungry anymore..."

"....I guess I can try to eat some food but Im full from the popsicle..."

"LOOKIT IM PUTTING MY FRIES IN MY ICE CREAM!  But I aint havin the green stuff, thats yucky."

"You're yucky Mammon."

"HEY-"

"My father would NEVER let me do this!! Thank you MC!!!!"

A chorus of thank yous came from all of the kids, luckily before another fight. You sighed softly and forced a small smile as you said "youre welcome". You figured they wouldnt eat their food if they had popsicles. The bigger kids had eaten their food, and Beel had no problem eating his portion and Belphies who....oh. Belphie was sleeping in his mashed potatoes. You glanced around the table again, noting all the sticky faces and hands and...bodies in Satan and Luke's case. Solomon looked exhausted as he summoned another piece of food for Beel. Asmo was trying so hard to eat some more of his food but only ate a few more bites and looked a little upset. Mammon had eaten his fries, at least.

".....if youre full, give your food to Beel. Dont make yourself eat anymore, its ok. I just need to talk to Sol for a minute, ok?" You smiled as you walked to take Belphie out of his highchair and gestured to Solomon to put Beel in. He was a little confused but did so as you wiped some of the potatoes off Belphies face.

Levi spoke up very quietly. "Can we still have dessert tomorrow if we didnt finish our food for dinner?" The sound of plates being pushed towards Beel paused as the kids all looked at you, waiting for an answer.

".....it depends on how well you eat your breakfast tomorrow.." you smiled as the kids thanked you again as you asked Barb and Lucifer to make sure Beel didnt eat the actual plates as you took Solomon and Belphie into the kitchen.

"How are you feeling...you look exhausted.." geniune concern on your face once you had Solomon basically alone. His face twisted slightly and he sighed. "I had hoped the rejuevenating spell I casted would re-energize me more than it did...why? Are you worried?~" he smirked slightly, though it fell just short of smug. You rolled your eyes a bit and ruffled is hair, your turn to smirk as his face turned light pink and started to protest, pouting when you stopped, though you werent sure if it was because you stopped or because you ruffled his hair in the first place. You stopped his protesting by asking your next question, also avoiding answering his question. "Do you have enough energy to clean all of them or am I going to bathe them in an actual bath..."

"....I? It should be we..."

"Well if you're tired you should rest...I'll need your help tomorrow too..."

"I can sleep after the baths..."

"But if we're doing the baths then I need you to cast one last spell to keep the water in the tubs..."

"So I'll sleep after that spell...maybe..."

You gave him a withering look before sighing, though appreciative of his stubborness....for once. You smiled a bit.

"Alright then. Bath time. Especially for the babies. The bigger ones can probably just shower.... Belphie, Luke and Satan need baths the most. Beel made sure his food ended up *in* his mouth....the others..." you chuckled as you peeked back into the dining room, seeing only Barbatos' face clean, and Lucifer and Asmo both fussing over the little mess they had on themselves, Lucifer using Asmos mirror, and Asmo following Lucifers every action to get clean. You brought your attention back to the sleeping Belphie in your arms.

"....do you think he'll stay asleep for bath time?"

"Its Belphie. He could sleep through anything."

"Dont jinx it." You sighed softly and looked out at the kids again, some playing tag, others just watching. Satan continued to mash his food onto the platter in front of him, Luke giggling and copying in glee. Solomon tapped your shoulder to get your attention again.

"Are you ok? The bags under ypur eyes could hold all my potions-"

"Shut up- maybe if a certain sorceror had been more careful I wouldnt be as tired....not to mention the popsicle before dinner was a bad mov-" you were interrupted by Barb lightly tapping your arm.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I was just wondering if you want me to wash the dishes or just leave them in water in the sink....or if you have a dishwasher..." you were a little surprised when you turned and saw him carrying all the dishes from the table, and Lucifer behind him with garbage. Simeon was wiping down the table with a cloth, but gave the younger ones in high chairs some room. Diavolo was trying to talk to Lucifer, who just kinda kept nodding and saying "oh thats cool" before looking at you almost desperately. His look brought you back to your senses as you nodded at Barb.

"Just in the sink with water is fine, thank you Barbatos. Thank you for cleaning up Lucifer, Simeon. It makes a huge difference to me."

Barb and Simeon beamed, and Lucifer managed a small smile before shooting Diavolo a dirty look, but the other boy didnt notice, too busy rambling on about how this was so much better than home for the upteenth time. Ypu ruffled Lucifers hair as he walked by, and noted Diavolo's slight stumble in words as he eyed you a bit, but rushed past to go talk to Barb, glancing back at you, almost pleading, though your attention was divided again as you felt Levi hug you and snuggle into your side wordlessly. You patted his head softly and turned back to Solomon.

"I'll answer that question later. For now lets clean up. Then bath time."

Levi squeezed you a bit and beamed. "I love bath time!! I can do it myself! I promise, I can! I can!"

Though Levi couldnt see it, Mammon was mocking him from behind. You gave him a bit of a "look" before the hem of your shirt was being tugged at and you were met with those same amber eyes that had persuaded you into giving everyone treats for dinner. "I love bath time too! Me too! But you have to watch me. I make great bubble hair dos! A-and guess what? In the water, it might look like I have legs, but really Im a mermaid!"

"And Im a sea dragon!!" Levi cried out, still wanting your attention. "And Asmo, you're not really a mermaid-"

"Am too!"

"Are no-"

"Everyone can be who or whatever they want to be, in the water or otherwise. Fooooor example, I'm actually a sheep, see I go baaaaa" you smiled softly, and winked at Levi before turning to Asmo again who was practically dancing at your side, bursting to ask you a question. "Whats the prettiest animal you like mc?!!!"

"....whats your favourite sea animal mc?"

"Whats the coolest animal mc! No wait- whats your favourite animal?!"

"Yeah, whats your favourite animal?!"

"Oi, I asked em first!"

"Guys its ok, you can all be my or your favourite animal. Theres more than one of each." You chuckled, listing off animals as more questions were asked, meowing at Satan as you handed Belphie to Sol and took him out of his chair, who happily meowed back as you lead your noisy little zoo to the communal bathroom.

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[batfamspews]

Red Robin and Jason have been battling each other in an abandoned building for the past fifteen minutes and the fight ended with Jason victorious and Tim flat on his back on the ground. Both of them are bleeding and have several internal wounds.

Jason: *going to jump out of a nearby window* It’s been fun, replacement! Though I have to admit, I think you’re getting a little rusty. You used to be so strategic, but now you’re just pure chaos. I like the change but it makes you pretty easy to beat. Probably should start thinking things through again.

Tim: *deadpan, unflinching, staring at the ceiling*

Jason: *Confused because just a couple of seconds ago Tim was bustling with squirrel-like energy* Hey man, you good?

Tim: Yeah man just rethinking my life.

Jason: Ah. *goes to jump out the window but then hesitates and looks back at Tim. Not a single muscle in his body has flinched. Jason figures he had better stick around and keep an eye on him since he’s pretty sure he heard bones breaking during their fight and he wants to make sure he didn’t paralyze or give Tim brain damage.* You wanna talk about it? *goes and sits down next to Tim*

Tim: Eh, life sucks, you know? Fight all night, work all day, study. I’m supposed to be the smart one, right? What if I can’t keep up? What if I crack and lose it? What if someone smarter comes along? Besides, I can’t help but feel like I’m just ticking every one off.

Jason: *surprised but slightly amused that his straight-rod, genius brother would have such a poor opinion of himself* Heeeey, come on, little Red! You don’t suck that much! I mean, I do get sick and tired of your virtuous crap every once and a while, hence me beating you to a bloody pulp right now, but you’ve got a good head and heart! What’s making you feel so down?

Tim: …

Tim: Tried to make supper the other night. Alfred got food poisoning. He’s still in the hospital.

Jason: So you’re guilty?

Tim: *smiles* Yes but that’s just a part of it. I’m in charge of making my own food now, but since I’m scared that I’ll poison myself I’ve only been drinking a concoction I made up a while ago that I know won’t kill me.

Jason: Yeah? What?

Tim: Iced coffee made with Red Bull instead of water.

Jason: …

Jason: ……. .. . …

Jason: That sounds disgusting

Tim: It absolutely is.

Jason: How long has this been going on?

Tim: About a week?

Jason: ??? And that’s all you’ve had?

Tim: I mean, I ate some Nachos last night and I have an emergency stash of pop tarts in my room that I finished off the first two days.

Jason: ???????

Jason: AND YOU DONT EAT OUT WHY???

Tim: *shrugs* The Red Bull iced coffee gives me energy. Kinda sucks though because I crash when it wares off and have another identity crisis. I should really get some more before the tremors.

Jason: CHRIST TIMOTHY I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SMART???

Tim: You know, there’s a line between intelligence and wisdom- oh crap here they come. Totally jinxed myself.

*Jason stares in disbelief as Tim’s whole body starts shaking. He start to say something but Tim- doubled over in pain- holds up a hand to make him wait. The tremors stop after a few seconds.*

Tim: I should probably grab some more coffee or something before that happens again. You wouldn’t happen to have an energy drink on you, wouldja? I’d get some myself, but I’m pretty sure you broke something in my leg and it hurts to move it.

Jason: For the love of God, Tim, you need professional help. Call Bruce to come pick you up???

Tim: I don’t really feel like talking to Bruce right now. I don’t want to get lectured again.

Jason: …

Jason: Fair enough, but I’m not leaving you here like this. I may not be an exceptional brother or anything but I’m pretty sure it would be considered child abuse if I let you torture yourself this way.

Tim: *laughs* you just broke my bones and beat me into submission.

Jason: you were being annoying.

Tim: And besides, Bruce doesn’t stop me.

Jason: IF YOU THINK FOR ONE SECOND THAT IM GOING TO LET YOU PUT ME ON THE SAME LEVEL AS THAT MAN THEN YOU ARE DEAD WRONG. *Basically picks Tim up*

Tim: ??? Where are we going?

Jason: TO MY APARTMENT SO YOU CAN GET THE PROFESSIONAL CARE THAT YOU REALLY NEED.

Tim: Bruce is gonna be ticked. I’ve still got another hour on patrol.

Jason: IF YOU THINK FOR A SINGLE GOSHDANG MOMENT THAT IM GOING TO LET YOU STAY OUT HERE WITH A BROKEN BONE AND CAFFEINE-INDUCED SEIZURES THEN YOU ARE DEAD WRONG!

Tim: I don’t wanna tell him that-

Jason: GOOD BECAUSE I DO. HOLY COW, TIM, ARE THE OTHERS AS BAD OFF AS YOU ARE?

Tim: I mean? Dick’s been out of town so I’m gonna assume he’s doing fine. The Kents have invited Damian’s vegan butt into their household until Alfred recovers. Pretty sure Babs, Steph and Cass are surviving on hot pockets and chicken nuggets.

Jason: NOT MY GOOD GOOD GIRLS! That’s it, you’re coming home with me and are not leaving until you are fully recovered. I’m gonna call the girls too. Tonight you four are going to have a round, home cooked meal. *carries him down the stairs* Geez, kid, you’re skin and bones. On no accounts should you be this light. And you look like a zombie! Is this just the malnutrition, or are you not sleeping either?

Tim: I mean, I’ve passed out a couple of times…

Jason: TIMOTHY DRAKE WAINE

Tim: The caffeine made sleeping virtually impossible, though now that it’s wearing off I do feel a bit drowsy…

Jason: Normally I would not give an idiot like you the permission to rest while I’m helping them out but for the love of everything that is holy, Timothy, go to sleep!

Tim: Dope. *immediately passes out*

Jason brings Tim to his apartment and puts him on the couch. Jason already has a nutritious vegetable and beef stir fry ready for the girls when they arrive. He’s also made broth that Cass spoon-feeds Tim when he wakes up shaking. They’ve all turned off their coms, so when Batman desperately calls Red-Hood’s home phone for help, Jason tells him what a horrible father he’s been lately and that even a problem child like himself would make a better parent. Cass, Steph and Babs leave after supper, but have agreed with Jason to eat lunch and supper at his place until Alfred got back. Jason called Nightwing up, told him the situation and asked him to come back to Gotham to deal with Bruce. The next morning Jason brought Tim to the hospital to get an X-ray done on his leg. When they found out it was fractured, Jason arranged for a very exhausted but thankful Tim to stay at his apartment until it healed, even when Alfred recovered. During that period he was able to break Tim’s eating habits and introduce him to healthier options. According to Jason, “I might be a ‘danger to society’ and a ‘homicidal maniac,’ but at least I can make a half decent home cooked meal for my poor starving siblings!”

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The Only Antidote is a Kiss

Summary: Scarecrow always did come up with the most whacky chemical formulas to test on people. Red Hood gets dosed with his latest toxin, and the only way to cure it is with a kiss. The only candidate? Long time rival and almost enemy, Ladybird.

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“No,” Red Hood said, resolutely. “No way in hell.”

Red Robin’s exasperated voice crackled over the comm. “Hood, if you don’t, you’re going to die.”

“Do you think I care? Death is better.” 

“I would say that’s insulting if I didn’t feel the exact same way.” Ladybird nonchalantly twirled a yoyo at her side. “Besides, ten minutes is plenty of time to get him someone else.”

“You two are in the middle of nowhere. It’s thirty minutes to the nearest city.”

“Yeah, but the suburbs are always an option. You Bats always seem to miss the obvious solution.”

“I’m not kissing her,” Red Hood repeated.

“I know that you two are…” Red Robin tried to find a more delicate way to word their relationship, “Not always on the best of terms, but you are on the same side right now. Ladybird, you don’t want Red Hood to die, do you?”

Plying Ladybird was always easier than trying to convince Red Hood. The woman had a heart of gold. Today? No such luck. 

“He’s not going to die,” Ladybird scoffed. “If he dies over this instead of the many, many, many assassination attempts that I saved him from, I’ll feel insulted. But I’m also not going to help. I’m not going to kiss an unwilling party, and certainly not one with a mug as ugly as Red Hood.”

“You’ve never even seen my face!” Red Hood argued from safely inside his beauteous red bucket.

“Yeah, well you’ve never seen mine either, and yet somehow, you have no issue with calling me disfigured every time our paths cross.”

“You’re wearing a mask. Only people who are horribly scarred wear full face masks.”

“Oh, so you’re admitting you’re ugly then?”

“No, I’m wearing a helmet, not a mask. Big difference.”

Ladybird barely stopped herself from bashing her head against the cement and steel wall. If the action didn’t break her mask, she would have considered going through with it. “God, this is why I’m not going to kiss him, Red Robin. Can’t you use one of those zeta things and drop in a girl for him to make out with?”

“You know they don’t work like that.”

“I wouldn’t know, it’s not like I’m in the Justice League.”

“Not for a lack of trying! We’ve offered you the position at least ten different times.”

“Yeah, on the condition that I get Red Hood to join up too. That certainly doesn’t sound like you guys actually want my help.”

“Nine minutes on the clock,” an automated voice reminded them.

“I say we blow this popsicle stand,” Red Hood pointed a finger up at the cement ceiling.

“Wow, what a stupendously original idea, Red Hood. It’s almost like the next thing out of your mouth might be something vaguely resembling intelligence. Oh wait, that’s right. We can’t get out of this hell hole because there’s three feet of cement on every side of us and we have no weapons that can help.”

“I haven’t had a crack at it, yet.”

“Be my guest. I’ll sit back and laugh at your failed attempts.” Ladybird reclined on a wall. “We both know that between the two of us, I’m the one who’s better at escape and solutions that don't require firearms. You don’t think with either one of your heads, you think with your AK-47.”

“My babies are all I need to get the job done. Your plans are always so unnecessarily convoluted.”

“They’re convoluted so I can cover my tracks instead of leaving evidence, debris, and dead bodies behind.”

“Uh, guys? Can you have your spat after Hood’s life is out of immediate danger?”

“No,” both of them chorused, immediately glaring at each other for speaking in sync.

“I doubt Scarecrow actually came up with a formula that will make you die if you don’t kiss someone of the opposite gender within ten minutes. That seems like the kind of chemical compound that’s featured in all of those really trashy romance novels, except instead of being unable to control your instincts, you die.” Ladybird considered the empty vial on the floor. “I’m confident that Red Hood can ride this out with minimal damage. Even if he does get horny, it’s not like he’s going to go for me-- drug induced state or not, he can’t stand my guts.”

“Can I just say that I don’t want to bank his life on that assumption?”

“It’s not like your life is the one at stake. Just try to get someone out here that can break down this welded door for us sooner, rather than later.” Ladybird gives Red Hood a once over. “Besides, if he does try anything, we all know that I’m more than capable of tying him up.”

#

“Hey, why don’t you use that Lucky Charm of yours?”

“Do you think I didn’t think of that already? That was one of the first things I considered.”

“So why didn’t you use it?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that after I do, I detransform within five minutes? Not a big fan of exposing my identity, plus it’s not like anybody’s in any real danger because we’re locked up here. Scarecrow’s tied up, the goons that welded the door shut on us aren’t capable of using their brains, and a team is going to bust us out in thirty minutes anyways.”

For the millionth time, Red Hood pounded his shoulder against the steel weld, hoping that something would give. Nothing happened.

A beep sounded. 

“Ten minutes have passed.”

“See?” Ladybird crowed triumphantly. “I was right. Nothing’s--”

Red Hood fell to the floor, clawing at his chest.

“... happening. I jinxed it, didn’t I? I guess I’ll use it, then.”

Ladybird called for a lucky charm. No antidote fell into her hand. Just a sheet of paper, saying Kiss him.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Tikki, don’t do me dirty like this!”

“Tikki? Who’s Tikki? What did the Lucky Charm give you?”

A wet cough sounded from underneath Red Hood’s helmet. He started to gasp for air.

Ladybird didn’t like Hood, but Red Robin was right. She had grown fond of him after saving his ass so many times. She wasn’t just going to let him die, especially not when she could help him. With a bone weary sigh, she knelt next to Red Hood. 

“I guess we’re doing this, aren’t we? Red Robin, comms off.”

“Off? But Hood sounds like--”

“Off,” she repeated, firmly. “Or I’ll break them.”

The telltale sign of static ceased in her ears.

Ladybird held Red Hood by his shoulders, maneuvering his mask off. 

“I hope you’re ugly,” she whispered.

He was not.

#

Even with blood on his lips, Jason Todd was unfortunately attractive. 

“Gonna--” he coughed again, the spray of blood accompanied by a wheeze. “Bless me with your face before I die?”

“I can’t believe that you’re still snarky while you’re on death’s door.” Ladybird touched the full face mask that she added during her years as a vigilante in Gotham. She still has the usual Ladybug eye cover, so her identity is safe. But the noh mask provides a sense of safety to her. She’s loathe to take it off, but in order for a kiss to work, it needs to be put aside. With a sigh, she places it on the ground and places a hand over Red Hood’s startlingly blue eyes.

“Kinky,” he spat. Ladybird grimaced. Why she ended up on this mission alone with Red Hood was beyond her, but they always ended up in the worst situations together somehow, anyways.

Her lips descended on his. 

Iron and sweat.

“Okay,” she said, wiping her lips with the hand that wasn’t preoccupied with shielding Red Hood’s eyes. “You feeling any better?”

He coughed again.

“Great, so Scarecrow was lying and I didn’t have to kiss you. You were just going to die anyways.” 

She placed her noh mask back on, then pressed a button on her comm. “You’re going to want to speed up the whole backup team. Looks like Scarecrow was lying.”

“You’re kidding me. Scarecrow never lies--”

Red Hood sat up shakily. 

“I’m fine, Replacement. Throat’s a little sore, but I’m fine.” 

“Good to know his MO hasn’t changed,” Ladybird remarked. “I’d suggest that you wipe your face with something. It’s covered in blood.”

“And Ladybird cooties.” Red Hood used his forearm to wipe the blood off. Ladybird had to admit that the man was objectively good looking. The artist in her wanted to take a picture or sketch him. The shock of white hair, symmetrical features, and prominent nose. His eyes had a certain darkness in them, like he had seen the worst of the world, but there was still a clarity to them that said he was fighting against those injustices. “C’mon, you’ve seen my face, don’t you think it’s time to exchange the favor?”

“Backup’s arriving in three,” interjected Red Robin.

“There’s nothing in it for me.” Ladybird tugged the hood of her cloak down lower. 

“Isn’t it weird that we kissed and I don’t know your face?”

“No.”

“You really are into some kinky shit.”

“Also no on that.”

“Then why not show me your face?”

“Stop being such a brat.”

“I know I’m older than you.”

“Bratiness isn’t measured in age, but in mental maturity. Which you have none of.”

“Please?”

“I’m almost tempted to take off my noh mask if only because that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say the word please.”

“If I say it again, will you?”

“I’ll consider it.”

“Pretty please, Ladybird?”

“... Fine.” She’d get a laugh out of this anyways, and the team was minutes away from picking them up.

She took off her noh mask to reveal the red and black domino.

Red Hood cursed.

@jasonette-july-2k20

it’s wild that yall are liking my fics when i basically vomit these things up im honestly scared to look back at some of the ones that have been posted because i do not proof read or edit 

[badwolf-winchester]

Ancient Bloodlines

Pairing: Loki x Emy Nightstar (OC)

OC Summary: Emy is the newest Avenger. She specializes in Magic and close range attacks/ weapons. Her heritage is unknown to her as she was left at an orphanage door step when she was a young girl with only the memory of her name. She goes by her nickname Emy but has never told anyone her full name as its a reminder of her being abandoned. Emy can see through any illusion and Magic no matter how powerful they are or how strong the magic is and is unaware of this. Her powers include Telekinesis, Elemental Control, True Sight (as stated above) Enhanced healing and Shifting (she wont discover this till much later in the story). She loves to read, listen to music, play violin, sing, and draw.

Story Info: Takes place after infinity wars. Tony and Natasha are alive Steven comes back from the future after giving back the infinity stones. Vision is alive and living with Wanda in the tower. Thor and Loki live in the tower with the rest of the Avengers and for the sake of the story Himedall is alive and living with the rest of the Asgardians on earth in New Asgard (you will find out why later)

One last thing: Please do not repost my work on any other site or social media, however reblogging on here is fine. I work hard on all of my fanfics and it’s disappointing when people take my work as their own. I am the creater of all my OCs such as Sora Nightstar, Emy Nightstar, and Lithium Nightstar. My inbox is open for any and all requests as i am a multi fandom writer. Let me know how you like the story and i will do my best to answer any and all questions. As always i encourage any and all feedback as it helps with my writing. I hope you all like it!

The Beginning

They say that your parents are there to teach you the rules of the world, but what happens when you have no parents? Who will teach you then? The world is cruel but people are crueler. Ive learned this first hand when the person i trusted most in this world left me on the door step of the St. Trinity’s Orphanage. I was 9 when my mother told me she didn’t want me anymore and i guess I couldn’t really blame her. I mean who could love someone who couldn’t control the powers that grew with each passing year. Someone who started fires out of thin air when they had nightmares, conjured whirlwinds when startled, unfurled earthquakes when angered, spring forth rain showers when sad, and levitate objects when riddled with anxiety. I will never forget that day for its seared into my mind like its own person brand echoing with every beat of my heart. A monster thats what she called me, her own flesh and blood was a monster in her eyes, and i could see the relief when she ran from the solid oak door finally rid of the burden she had to put up with throughout the years. An abomination she cried as she reached the cobblestone sidewalk eager to be rid of me and by the pace she was going at i could tell she had more spring in her step than on the walk over from the bus we exited from. Unnatural she bellowed as she disappeared around the corner a ghost of a smile springing from her lips as she disappeared. These where the last words i would ever hear from my mother, if thats what you would call her.

Emy’s POV

Tonight was just like any other. Crisp cold air submerged the city in a blanket of dark and silence while it settled into your bones. I never minded the cold in fact I welcomed it, it reminded me of the cabin i found one year after running away from one of the many abusive foster homes i was forced to stay with. I’ll admit it was one of the times I was able to avoid the social workers for longer than a week and the happiest I had ever been in my life up until i was captured by Hydra. When I had a flair up with my powers, which usually ended up being fire, i would immediately get sent back to St. Trinity’s but this time i ran before they had the chance to toss me aside. The staff there used to place bets on how long i would stay with a family, they would joke saying i was cursed or jinxed but i knew the truth, no one wanted me. Once the parents found out about my abilities I was sent packing. I was labeled as a flight risk and a danger to others which only deepened my anti socialism.

Walking through the streets of New York i pull my dark purple jacket on and my dark brown hair in a pony tail as I get closer to my destination. Because i don’t feel the effects of the cold weather Tony, being such the dad figure he is, has made it his priority to make sure i still wear one just incase so here i was walking home in black ripped up jeans, a black v neck T-shirt, black and purple checkered vans and a light weight dark purple jacket. With my headphones in my ears and “I like it heavy” by Halestorm blasting I make my way to the place i call home, Stark Tower. Walking through the front doors i make my way past the receptionist who always greets me with a bright smile. As I walk towards the elevator I give her a small smile back and a head nod. After entering the elevator and pressing the button for the penthouse I start to reflect on how i got here.

By the time i was 15 Hydra found me in that cabin and took me away. I went from hopping from family to family to being used as a science experiment, constantly being poked and prodded just so they could get a reaction out of me. As a child my powers where very unstable mostly flaring up with my emotions, its no wonder that Hydra caught wind of me its not like i was hiding it very well or more so that i couldn’t hide it. They tried to wipe my memory to gain control of me “a blank slate” is what they wanted, but for some reason, they failed as I wasn’t susceptible to their conditioning methods no matter how much time i spent in the chair. However, I could tell they were scared of me I could see it in their eyes. This didn’t last long though as they used what they called their perfect weapon code name Winter Soldier to beat me into submission. After that first meeting that left me with a broken arm and a fractured ankle i started to obey, since then Ive met the Soldier a couple of times but if he remembers me he dosent let on and I dont blame him, he has been in that chair so many times Im genuinely surprised he can even remember how to walk. He is stronger than the others as most of the other test subjects had turned to vegetables after the 4th mind wipe, he was on his 10th the last time i saw him with Hydra.

Another test was done on me and this one was different. They used a teseract? If thats what they called it I can’t be sure nor did I care all I could feel was pain like as if someone injected lava in my veins. After they injected me I started screaming after a while I couldn’t even hear myself anymore, my throat was so sore and horse from the constant roar of my agony I just wanted it to end. How long was I out for? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? Years? They didn’t keep clocks there or at least not in the dungeon like cell they had me in. When the fire faded i was left with this numbness and after further tests I realized that I was immune to fire. I can literally stick my hand in fire and i will be left untouched and unscorched. They did the same test with freezing temperatures to see if they could subdue me at least in some way. I must have been out longer than just a couple of days as during the tests i didn’t recognize any of the Doctors. In that moment I realized something, if they were trying to contain me then something must have happened to the soldier. It was time to plan my escape.

Back in my cell i could hear footsteps approaching me and then stop short. One of the scientists frantically trying to talk some sense into someone just out of my line of sight. “She is immune to anything we throw at her sir. We have done every test we could there is nothing left for us to do.” One of the goons in a lab coat stated to what i assumed is a higher up. “Bolden If her powers keep growing at the rate they are it could be days in which she will be unstoppable and with the soldier gone we dont have anything that can keep her in line. She broke Mandy and Rays arms the last time we tested her. She is getting too strong.” Brining a hand up to his chin the higher up Bolden stepped out of the shadows and looked at me with deep interest before he turned to looked at the man and scoffed. As he walked away i felt a cold chill ran down my back as I anticipated what was to become of me; I knew it was nothing good i had already broken their rules. His next words only confirmed what I feared. “ Its simple. Break her spirit or kill her Doctor. And when i say break her i mean in anyway means necessary.” His sadistic laugh is the last thing i remember before everything went black.

Its been 2 years since i have escaped and now I’m living in the avengers tower. I don’t remember what happened after that night in my cell its all a blur of red, screams, and gunshots. When i woke up next i was in a 6ft crater where I was being held captive without a scratch on me. Trees were uprooted and fallen over as if a bomb went off. Luckily the Avengers showed up not long after me waking up and took me to their base where i met Directer Fury. With his permission and 24/7 surveillance provided by Tony Stark via FRIDAY and training sessions to get my powers under control i was allowed to join the Avengers and fight for good. Little did i know that by agreeing to this I would end up in the path of a certain God or Gods who were also taking residence at the tower.

With the sound of a *ding* the elevator shook me out of my mind and back to the present. As i exited the elevator I pulled my head phones out of my ears and was instantly met with the sound of Tony losing his mind. “Where did she go? She knows she can’t be out this late. She could be taken again! Its 5 minutes past her curfew!” Rolling my eyes I roll my headphones up and shove them in my pocket and round the corner. “Tony it takes 5 minutes to get from the lobby to the penthouse calm down. I bet she will walk through that door anytime now.” Came the sweet voice of reason of none other than Pepper Potts. “I’m Home.” I said in a deadpan voice as i walked by the couple only for Tony to stand up and intercept me by placing a hand on my upper arm. “Where did you go and why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?” I looked at him and raised an eyebrow pushing his hand off me. “Tony its Wednesday. I have training with Strange on Wednesdays and I had Friday alert you as I was leaving but you were in the lab with Bruce.” Not sure what to say next Tony mumbled a small apology. “Sorry I was just worried about you. I know you are grown enough to make your own choices as you are 25 but I just want to make sure you are safe. How was the training with The Wizard?” Sighing and shaking my head just wanting to go the library and read I decided to just let it go. “Strange is a hard ass that much you already know. It wasnt bad actually I think I’m warming up to him. I didn’t spontaneously throw him to the wall when he snuck up behind me as i was going over the ancient texts so i call that improvement.” I said sheepishly while side stepping around him. “I’m gonna go to the library now and grab some light reading before bed you guys have a good night.” With out waiting for a response I quickly made my way towards my new destination only to have Tony saying something about guests in the house but I ignored him.

Pushing open the library door I make my way to the poetry section to grab my usual copy of Edgar Allen Poe that I read before bed. As my had reached for the spot i knew i put the book in i find that its not there. “Wait what? Where is my book? I know I put it back here before I left for training so where did it go?” Frustrated I stomp back over to the entrance and rip open the door ready to go on a murder spree while shouting down the hallway. “CLINT! You better give me back my night time book or I’m breaking all your arrows again! No one reads in this tower but me! How stupid do you think I am!?” Straining my ears I listen for any type of movement but was met with dead silence. After a minute I finally hear movement through the vents coming from the west part of the tower and I take off sprinting. Sliding around a corner I barely miss colliding with Steve and Bucky who look like they were on their way back from a mission. Offering a quick apology before I continue my pursuit I hear Steve yell “Hey! No running in the tower!” Not faltering in my hot pursuit of the Hawk thief I continue to zip through the tower ignoring the Captains words until i was almost to the vent that lead to the 2 level family room. Using the railing for the steps leading down to the family area to give me more height i jumped as close to the vent as possible and conjured my signature Scythe to slice through it while twisting in the air kicking the vent free and off its track. A shocked and terrified scream resonates from the vent as the culprit falls to the ground with a thud and a grunt. I landed in a crouched position and slowly straightened to my full hight. “What the hell Emy?! When did you learn to do that?!” Clint yells as he sits up rubbing his left shoulder that he landed on. I started stalking towards him with the blade of my scythe scrapping across the ground as i went while giving him a death glare. “Give me back my book Barton.” At the mention of his last name his head snapped up to me fear replacing the pain from his fall. “Oh shit last name not good.” Scrambling up on his feet he turns and runs towards the common room that connects to the elevator with me hot on his tail and my scythe trailing behind me in my right hand.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!!” He yells as he makes it fully to the room only to fling forward as i jump and kick his back tired of all the running. Twirling my weapon around I place it at his neck sneering at him. “I will not ask you again.” I said placing pressure on his neck with my blade. Sensing a fast moving object coming from my left from the kitchen I move my head back 3 inches as what looked like a hammer flew by me embedding itself in the wall. Turning my head slowly in the direction of the flying object, I confirmed it was indeed a hammer that was thrown at me. Irritation flared through me as i released Clint from the end of my scythe and turned fully to the kitchen to face my attacker. There stood 2 men that i did not recognize, one tall oak of a man with blond short hair, blue eyes and tan skin in blue jeans, a red T-shirt ,and grey jacket. the other shorter man made me stare at him and faultier for a second as he was so different from anyone i have ever seen, dark blue skin covered his entire body with darker almost black symbols and piercing red eyes, long black hair with black jeans, a green dress shirt and black jacket. Tearing my gaze away from his own curious one i looked between both men before i clenched my jaw letting my irritation settle back in. “Which one of you threw that hammer.” I said venom dripping with every word. “Whoa its ok Emy thats just Thor and Loki they are the asgardian Gods that live here in the tower part time when they are not in Norway.” Clint said standing up quickly. Not moving from my position i narrowed my eyes and flicked them over in Clint’s direction. The ground started to shake as my irritation and annoyance grew to anger remembering what i was doing before being interrupted by the Gods. Throwing his hands up in surrender he then quickly reached into his back pocket and retrieved my book. “Ok ok dont blow a fuse Em.” He said while tossing me my possession stopping me from causing an earthquake. Catching it in the air with my left had I inspected the book to make sure it wasn’t damaged before I let go of my scythe, with a wave of my hand it disappeared back to the pocket dimension I keep it in then looked back at Clint as the tremors stopped. “Touch my things again and i will be wearing your guts like my mom’s pashmina.” I said to the thief before walking out of the room and disappeared down the hallway not giving the Gods a second glance. As I entered my room i could hear a silky voice ring out from the kitchen. “Well isnt she interesting.”

Part 2 coming soon

@nickkie1129

[hiraemy]

Lumine and The Goblet of Fire

Word count: roughly 2.7k for this part

disclaimer: first of all, this au was heavily inspired by @majunju 's incredible art! she made chilumi as beauxbatons and durmstrang students and my brain went brrr so i had to write something for them??

both Genshin Impact and Harry Potter are not created by me. However, i took the liberty to mix a lot of concepts in this AU, so have that in mind when reading. 

for sake of plot, lets pretend that Durmstrang is located in Russia. Lumine, Paimon and Aether are the only ones from Beauxbatons, while the rest are from Hogwarts unless mentioned otherwise. All the characters that have adult models, like Jean, Lisa, Kaeya and Diluc are presumed to be adults, with Childe being the only exception. Also, all the characters that use children or teens’ models are students, with a few exceptions like Venti and Scaramouche [mihoyo pls stop giving us confusing ages and body models i never asked you anything]

(please, have in mind that english is like, my third language, if you notice a spelling or grammar error, feel free to message me!)

Act One: Lumine and her stupid impulse control

“I’m going to put my name on it.” Aether broke the silence suddenly

“What...? No! Oh god, I expected that from Paimon, but you’re just as bad as her!”

There were a lot of things that Lumine hated. 

Open shoes. A very specific type of silk-flower based perfume(Aether once tried it because he wanted to impress a girl, but it ended stinking for two weeks straight). History of Magic. Condensed slime— those that Paimon loved, but she couldn’t even see it without being sick—, potions that took more than one single day to brew. But the worst, certainly was—

“C’mon, Lumine! You’re just afraid that you’re going to get your ass kicked in the tournament!”

...when Aether was being dumb. 

“No, I’m not!” She countered quickly, ignoring the way Aether smirked like he knew exactly what buttons to push. Actually, it wasn't that far from reality, if she was being honest. She eyed the paper carelessly torn from his notebook that had his name as if she could burn it only with the power her heavy gaze. “You’re being dumb! Are you deaf or something? DIdn’t you hear them saying that the Triwizard Tournament has a high death count?”

“Paimon is sure it isn’t that bad!” The half-fairy smiled at her, eyes twinkling in greed and mischief. Lumine narrowed her eyes at the way she happily jumped in her steps, staying afloat in air for more time than it was normal to common humans “After all, they're opening it again, right? I’m certain that the ministry has done something to make it safer!”

“You’re the one to talk! You don’t care about anything other than the mora!” Lumine was quick to shut her down, sending a glare that didn’t affect any of the two. In that moment, the three of them entered the hall which had the Goblet of Fire in its full glory, a bunch of Hogwarts students surrounding it like curious birds, eager to know which students were applying for the tournament. 

“Have a bit of faith, wont’ya?” Aether smiled boyishly, flicking his wand from his sleeve and hitting it slightly at the top of his head, also giving a wave to a bunch of ravenclaw girls that awed at his presence. He continued in his confident stride, each step leaving him closer to the Goblet “Arent I the best of our school when it comes to Charms? Besides, I have my beautiful, great and awesome sister which of course, will give her full support and use her full knowledge to—”

“Shut up, you know it's not that what I’m concerned with!” Lumine hissed, grabbing her brother’s wrist and tugging, lowering her voice. In the corner of her eye, she saw the Dumstrang guys eyeing her, Aether and Paimon like wolves, ready to pounce on them. “You heard the rumors, right? Please, don’t tell my you’re that reckless-”

“What rumors?” Paimon squeaked, her eyes going wide for a fraction.

“The Fatui. You know them, right? The Tsaritsa’s pawns.” She whispered, narrowing her golden eyes and not daring to let her guard down when she was in the same room as the Durmstrang and Hogwarts students. “There are rumours that they are at the move. Some say that her personal minions, The Harbingers, are also involved in some dark scheme around Hogwarts.”

“Nah. You’re just being paranoid, there’s no way someone of that caliber would be here" Aether raised his eyebrow and Lumine wanted to tug her hair out in pure frustration. “Besides, it’s not like I'm some helpless dead weight. I know I already said it before, but I’m really confident it’s going to be fine.”

“Aether is right, Paimon thinks you should relax!” The white-haired girl smiled brightly, nodding her head to herself. “Or even better, you could enter the tournament too! It would make our chances of representing Beauxbatons even higher!”

“Don’t you ever listen to me? Why would I—” Before she could complete her nagging, Aether quickly threw his paper into the Goblet, the flames flickering aggressively before consuming his entry. Her mouth fell open in disbelief, but the crowd around them didn’t seem to notice her reaction as they gave a round of applause for her twin.

“What, Lumi? Are you afraid of losing?” He made a point of taunting her with the most infuriating shit-eating grin he had “Or… Maybe you’re not up to the challenge…? Y’know, it’s really okay if you feel too scared to face some bad guys—”

Ah. Right.

Aether knew how much she loathed being underestimated.

“Shut up!”

"Aww, there is no need to be this angry! I'm your big brother, of course I'll know when you feel too scared to put your name on the Goblet! It's okay to feel insecure, and I think it is better for you to not enter as you might not be able to—"

The crowd cheered again as the Goblet of Fire consumed another entry from Beauxbatons Academy.

“Lumi—”

“Shut up, im still mad at you.” 

Aether smiled sheepishly under his sister’s heavy glare and Paimon giggled. Lumine also sent her a heated look, making the half-fairy squeal childishly. 

“Luuuuumi!” Aether whined, making her sigh. “Don’t be mad at me! You were the one who put your name on the Goblet, right?”

“Don’t act like you’re innocent! You know damn well what you did—” She hissed like a annoyed cat. Aether pouted and tried to trap his sister into a hug, but she slapped him away on pure instinct. 

“Chill, chill! At least we’re getting a feast tonight, right? Not like we don’t eat well in any of the other nights, but a guy told me that Hogwarts’s food is really amazing on these special days!” Aether pleaded, the bright grin revealing how amused he was with his sister’s grumpiness. 

“Free food is great, but free great food is even better! There is absolutely no way you can be mad after you eat, right?” Paimon tried, and Lumine let out an even more tired sigh. “Besides, a lot of students applied for Beauxbatons! What are the chances of you being chosen, especially since you don’t actually want to do it?”

“Shut up Paimon, you just jinxed it,” Lumine scolded half heartedly, tucking her notebook under her arm. 

The bunch of Hogwarts students were a handful. Even with the merged classes to accomodate the Beauxbatons and Durmstrand delegations, it seemed like the hosting school’s own students were never going to be used to see them in the classrooms and corridors of the castle. Everywhere they went, their blue uniforms made the crowds stare them down with admiration, suspicion, curiosity or even anger in some cases. 

Aether and her were somehow getting even more stares than the other Beauxbatons students. Her twin shined under the spotlight, offering a gentle smile to the brave girls who tried to talk to him sometimes —how strange it was to see her brother gathering a bunch of fangirls—, but she felt uncomfortable under the attention.

“You’re too tense, Lumi” Her brother chimed, as if he could read her thoughts. His arms were carelessly fold behind his head and he shot her a gentle smile. “No one is going to bite your head off if you smile a bit, right? Just relax!”

“Now, the moment you all have been waiting for...! The Champion Selection!” The Headmaster, Barbatos announced, his voice carrying in the big hall and being able to shush all chatter. With a swoosh of his hands, the lights on the walls dimmed down, leaving the Goblet of Fire as the main attraction.

Lumine felt a shudder in her spine, knowing that despite seeming like a simple gesture, the skill level required to perform a wandless and also wordless spell was higher than everything could even imagine herself doing. Deep inside her gut, the respect she had for the Hogwarts Headmaster was raised to the roof, especially since his appearance was nothing but of a kind and carefree young boy. 

Below the table, her hands were connected in a silent prayer. Her luck couldn’t be that bad, could it?

If everything went well, neither her or Aether would be chosen.

“Mr. Alberich, would you like to do the honors?” Barbatos asked a blue-haired man, who Lumine vaguely recalled being a member of the Ministry of Magic named Kaeya. As he nodded and approached the Goblet, she felt her shoulders getting even more tenser.

The flames flickered aggressively, but Kaeya didn’t seem to be intimidated by it. He slowly extended his hand, the fire spiking suddenly and changeling from blue to a menacing pink as it spat a piece of paper.

“From Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albedo!”

The crowd— majority being from Hogwarts itself, the hosting school— cheered loudly, the most excited ones being from Ravenclaw. A boy dressed in blue rose from his seat, his ash-blonde hair styled in a braid at the back of his head and teal eyes immediately catching Lumine’s attention. He quickly went to the front and was guided by one of the teachers to a backroom, disappearing from everyone’s view. Mr. Alberich waited until the cheers died down to announce the next Champion, the flames shaking as if the own Goblet was impatient. Finally, with a burst of green, another paper flew into his hands

“From Durmstrang Institute, Childe!”

This time was the turn of the students seated at the end of Slytherin’s table to scream, a lot of figures rising at once and making it almost impossible to pinpoint who exactly was Childe. However, Lumine could see how a tall guy with a slim build was receiving some strong pats on his back, his messy ginger hair being attacked by another short guy who was too enthusiastic. His eyes still glinted with pride and excitement, even if the neatness of his red uniform was entirely ruined by his peers.

She clapped politely, lowkey still distressed about the next Champion. She was suddenly startled when the guy, who was definitely Childe as he finally went to the front, made unexpected eye contact with her. His eyes lingered a few seconds more than she would be comfortable to admit, making her even more anxious.

Mr. Alberich approached the Goblet again for the third name. For some reason, Lumine thought that the man was being slow on purpose, or that the Goblet was being too indecisive, as the flames flickered between blue, yellow and orange aggressively for a few seconds. Everyone else seemed to notice this too, a few curious whispers breaking out between the students. Kaeya narrowed his eyes and then, not a second too late, the Goblet spat the last entry.

“From Beauxbatons Academy…”

Her stomach dropped and she thought she would throw up on the spot.

 “...Lumine!”

Aether screamed the loudest, right beside her ears. Paimon came to a close second though, shaking her by her shoulders like a ragdoll as if there wasn't a tomorrow. 

"Lumi! Lumi! What are you waitin' for? Go to the front!" She got up, feeling her stomach do all the kinds of flips and lowkey dizzy. Her head couldn't even register properly the cheers, her mind too busy shouting all the bad words she knew at her mental images of Paimon and her brother. 

She took in a deep inhale, keeping her breath until she was in the front of the whole hall, right in front of the teachers. Lumine saw the Beauxbatons Headmaster’s eyes take her in with slight tension in his slender fingers and she couldn’t help but to feel out of place.

"Mr. Zhongli…" She greeted quietly at the man, his tiny nod being the only thing to indicate his acknowledgment. He quickly led her into the backroom she saw both Champions go before, his brown cape flying elegantly behind him with every step.

"Miss Lumine, what a pleasant surprise… I must admit I didn't expect you to put your name in the Goblet." Zhongli started as a matter of fact, even if his eyebrow had a curious arch, as if expecting her to explain this turn of events.

“Yeah, neither did I, if I’m being honest.” She sighed, her hand wrapping around her stomach to hopefully help with the nausea and anxiousness

“Be assured, I’m sure the Goblet of Fire made an excellent choice for our school.” Zhongli said, his voice acquiring a softer tone, probably noticing how the blonde fidgeted a lot. Lumine clenched her fists, taking a deep breath. The man didn’t say anything else, and both of them reached a room decorated with Hogwarts’ trophies from the many tournaments held before.

She immediately saw Childe in a corner, poking a shiny statue that seemed to react at his mean touches, his eyes shining with some kind of rush and impatience she really didn’t want to explore any further. A tall woman, with elegant white hair that reached at her waist and ice blue eyes, slapped his hand harshly, freeing the poor statue from the Dumstrang’s clutches. Lumine didn’t know who exactly this woman was— It was common knowledge that Durmstrang Institute’s headmaster couldn’t be bored to attend the tournament personally—, but she could assume safely that she was at least a teacher.

With his distraction taken forcefully from him, Childe finally seemed to notice Lumine, turning on his heels with hands on his pockets. The witch felt another chill, incredibly uncomfortable with his heavy gaze analysing every feature, but she prayed to every god that she could at least maintain the stoic features she was quite infamous for. His blue eyes stopped carefully to analyze her face— a fact that she pretended to not notice by looking away—, with a satisfied(?) smirk appearing on his face that screamed bad intentions.

It took more than she would like to admit to pretend she wasn't the least affected by his heavy gaze on the side of her face. Her arms crossed around her face, her hand resting discreetly above the hidden pocket in her blazer that had her wand. Golden eyes searched the room again for another distraction, until they landed on the figure of the ash blonde boy chosen for Hogwarts.

He was pretty, no one could deny that, but even if he had those stupid charming eyes of his, there still was something about him that really threw her off. She couldn't exactly pinpoint it, but Lumine was sure that Albedo had some kind of deep dark secret kept hidden in himself. Was the whole Harbinger thing making her paranoid? 

Before she could answer her own question, Barbatos entered the room with other Hogwarts teached in tow. The three of them— her, Childe and Albedo— came closer to the fireplace where everyone gathered, eyeing the teachers and the Headmaster who stood in front of them in a neutral position, except for mr. Zhongli, who was behind her, and the mysterious woman she supposed was Childe's teacher behind him. Occupying the vacant space, a pretty woman immediately went to stand at Albedo's back. She had light-brown hair and alluring green eyes, but the most iconic feature was her curvy body accentuated by her purple dress.

If she had to guess, she would assume that she was Ravenclaw's house head. Technically, Barbatos had to be a neutral party, as the hosting Headmaster, even if everyone knew his favouritism towards his own school.

"Well, now that we're back here, far from prying eyes, guess I can finally drop the formalities!" The small man suddenly said with a big smile, catching her off guard. In the corner of eye, she saw that Childe had a similar reaction, but Albedo seemed exasperated. "I must say, this year's competition is going to be tough. But I'm sure you three will be able to handle it just fine, hehe!"

Oh god. Was Barbatos like this in real life…? Suddenly, the previous mighty and ruthless image she had of the Headmaster was shattered. All the books talked about him as one of the seven great wizards of the last war, so she expected something more… Aggressive?

"Venti, please." For a greater surprise, Mr. Zhongli seemed used to his attitude, poorly hiding his smile behind a fist.

"Yeah, right. The Triwizard Tournament" He forced a cough, hardening his expression and straightening his posture. "From now on, Mister Childe, Mister Albedo and Miss Lumine will face difficult trials to determine which one of you is the greater wizard. I should also mention that the prize will be eternal glory and ten million mora, of course." 

"We already warned you before, but let me repeat it. If you don't take these challenges seriously, you'll probably be squashed to the ground." Mr. Alberich stated bluntly. 

"Is there a chance of dying?" Childe asked, the way his head tilted indicating that he wasn't asking just because he was scared. 

"There were a few casualties some years before, but this time, the Ministry is making sure to bring some precautionary methods." He answered cooly, his expression not changing the slightest. "That being said, we still stand on the recommendation that you take extreme caution."

He didn't deny it. The fact didn't pass above any of the students' minds, Lumine tensing her shoulders, Childe grinning madly and Albedo pressing his lips.

"Anyway, about the first task," Barbatos took the lead again, a satisfied smirk on his lips. "The three of you will face an ability challenge. In other words, you'll be facing magic combat right from the start."

"Against each other?" Lumine asked, not wanting to fight Childe even in her dreams. He exhaled some mad, maybe sociopath vibes if she looked at it from a certain angle, and she certainly didn't want to test her theory. 

"Nope," Barbatos said easily, tilting his head in fake innocence "Where's the fun in that? I can't say anything else, since it's supposed to be a secret until the trial— Ah, by the way, about the test, it will be on November 24th. You have two weeks to prepare, so have fun!"

Forget every good thing she had thought of him before. He was a Madman. She was surrounded by a bunch of madmans.

Oh dear lord.

[loveyougoodbi]

@foreverfanficaddict tagged me to answer a couple questions (and they looked reeally fun) so lets goo! I hope i dont talk too much in this..

🌼 what do you prefer to be called name-wise?

I have no preference, you can call me anything really (except Natalie, i dont like being called Natalie)

🌼   when is your birthday?

Sep 26 (soon-ish yayy)

🌼   where do you live?

Macedonia

🌼   three things you’re doing right now?

Procrastinating my thesis, answering this and.... laying in bed? does that count?

🌼   four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now?

One Dee (obviously), Destiel (as always), Casa de papel, Peaky Blinders (i miss that show so much), Maneskin and some others..

🌼   how is the pandemic treating you?

It could be worse so I’m not complaining. Apart from the fact i dont like working from home and want to actually go to work and the occasional frustration with the staying home or going out in fear part, it hasn’t been that bad.

🌼   song you can’t stop listening to right now?

John My Beloved

🌼   recommend a movie

I’m so bad at this........... The Call of The Wild (2020). It brought so many memories of reading the book!

🌼   how old are you?

22

🌼   school, university, occupation, other?

I make software

🌼   do you prefer hot or cold?

Cold!!!!!

🌼   name one fact others may not know about you.

I have a bandana with an american flag on it that i never use. I just saw it and figured you guys dont know this obscure yet scary fact about me. Literally i have got to burn that what was i thinking???

🌼   are you shy?

Yepp, super shy

🌼   do you have any preferred pronouns?

I mean i’ve never gone by anything other than she/her so...

🌼   any pet peeves?

noisy eaters. You make a sound when you eat? Nope, get away from me..

🌼   what’s your favourite “dere” type?

I have no idea what that is

🌼   rate your life 1-10. 1 being really crappy and 10 being the best you could ever be.

I hate doing this cos i believe in jinxing yourself so ill skip!

🌼   what’s your main blog?

this one

🌼   list your side blogs and what they’re used for.

I have 2 but I dont really use them.

🌼   is there anything you think people need to know about you before becoming friends with you?

I cry a lot about stupid shit. But i never cry on movies, shows, or books. I only cry when im angry and in a situation a cant control (which is of course all the damn time)

This was a lot of fun. I have no idea whos done this so feel free to ignore

@maybe-i-missyou @kiwikiwiandkiwi @dontdropthatthunthunthun @oopsandhi @souloving

[wonderland-in-bloom]

all for one but not for another

[malleus draconia x fem!reader]

anon asked: Hi ! I Hope you're well ! Can I have a one shot with a Fem! reader who is I love with Malleus. Sebek do not like it because she is a simple human and he keeps pushing her away from Malleus. Thank you !

yellloooos anon! i hope you’re well as well :)) 

p.s. THANK YOU ALL FOR 900+ AAAAAAA NANI IS THIS EFOWEFEWOFJOWE WHAT IS THIS ;-; im so sorry i havent been publishing as much and as frequent as i did in the past, because i really want to write quality content for you guys -w- quality over quantity i guess ? lolol BUT THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL AAAAAAAAAAAAA

p.p.s ik this story is supposed to be the reader x malleus (and i promise there are parts of that), but i feel like he only appears a tiny bit oops. btw this story has a little bit of a...twist ;)) watch out for all of the foreshadowing and hints <3

♡

THE sunlight beamed through the framed windows of the classroom, casting a perfect highlight on the features of your beloved senpai. your hand glided through your notebook as you aimlessly doodled small roses and flowers while just staring at him. different scenarios if him and you just appeared inside your mind, satisfying your daydreams. oh you wished to just confess to him behind the school, surrounded by petals of flowers floating around the two of you as he accepts your love, and thus both lived happily ever after. malleus draconia managed to capture your heart. practically everyone in the school knew, probably even the headmaster knew, except for your crush himself. with the whole school knowing, this meant that malleus’s number one fanboy, sebek zigvolt knew about this too.

in classes all he can think about are ways to make you stay far far away from malleus. all the plans that he has thought of so far didn’t manage to work for whatever reason like he was jinxed. he really thought to go as far as to come crying and begging to the one and only azul ashengrotto to make a deal with him. just to keep you away from malleus. however, he kept debating with himself, was it really worth it? didn’t he have to give up his magic to make a deal with the infamous ashengrotto? well he wouldn’t have to resort to that for now. besides there were no rumors blooming around the school about you trying to confess to malleus anyways, so he could stay calm. sebek sighed as he roamed the hallways, trying to find the young master. his eyes lit up when he saw the familiar horns. “MALLEUS-SA-” before he could finish his sentence, he saw you trailing behind him as you tried your best to approach him. you were an inch close to tapping his shoulder before you felt a force pushing you back. you shrieked slightly and fell back. 

malleus was about to turn his head to see what the ‘thud’ was before sebek rushed to him and made him turn his head away. “malleus-sama! we best not be late for lunch! the cafeteria will get full!” hesitantly malleus followed sebek. the two diasomnia students walked away, leaving you trying to stand up from the cold floor of the hallway and brush the dirt off your uniform. “(y/n)-san...are you alright?” you heard a familiar voice call out with a flowery scent like someone spending too much time in the botanical gardens. it was jade leech. “yes. i’m fine. i think..?” he extended a hand and gladly pulled you back up on your feet. “ehhh did that first year really push koebi-chan?” you heard floyd from behind you. “no! it’s not like that...well...maybe...? i’m not sure.” you sighed. jade placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “(y/n)-san, perhaps you might feel better if you sat with us in the cafeteria today.” floyd cheered as this sentence left jade’s mouth. “yaaay! koebi-chan’s sitting with us! come on, koebi-chan! that’s a yes right~” 

well...what could go wrong? besides it was better than sitting alone and just thinking about ways to approach malleus and avoid sebek. “mm, okay. i guess...” jade chuckled while floyd took your hand and dragged you all the way to the cafeteria. he sat down right beside you as jade sat down beside azul. “oya..? it’s a rare occasion seeing you sit with us, (y/n).” azul commented after taking a bite from his salad. “ah...yeah. jade and floyd invited me. i hope you don’t mind.” azul shook his head. “not at all!” he smiled, however there was a change in his expression and a change in the aura around you. “(y/n)...” he trailed off. “you look troubled.”

“eh?! troubled? what...what do you mean...?” azul chuckled. “not meaning to pry, but is everything alright? you seem a little...off.” jade and floyd agreed by nodding. “and a little distant.” jade added. “you look a little sad too.” floyd spoke. a hint of confusion struck you. how did they..? why did they even..? you weren’t feeling like being sentimental at the moment so you wanted to brush it off. “what? me? really? no, you guys i’m fine! really.” you gave them a little smile. they didn’t buy it at all. how fake the three of them thought. “(y/n)-san please...we only want what’s best for you.” you faced jade to see his face plastered with compassion and worry. “you know you can trust us right~” floyd smiled and grabbed your hand, trying to reassure you. “please, (y/n). if there’s anything wrong, we want to be here to help.” azul finished. the octavinelle trio worked wonders with their ways of persuading people, almost like putting them under a hypnosis. “i...” their eyes sparkled. “yes?”

“i just feel slightly weird.” you shrugged. “ah, is this about draconia-san?” your ears perked up at jade’s comment. “well...kind of..? it’s related to that but it’s not entirely...” floyd pouted. “koebi-chan why don’t you just tell him how you feel?” this time it was your turn to pout. “look it’s not that easy. i don’t have the courage to tell him and besides if i did, then there’s no way i can get past his bodyguard.” azul, jade, and floyd eyed each other. “ah, you mean sebek zigvolt?” to be completely honest you didn’t mind him when the year first started. sure he was clingy to malleus but he didn’t really bother you that much. only as the year went on and as your love for the diasomnia dorm leader blossomed, he became much more annoying and hostile towards you. he sure could be very irritating at times. “is that why you fell today?” you cursed jade for being so damn attentive. 

“well i’m sure he didn’t do it on purpose. maybe it was just an accident...” floyd rolled his eyes. “really koebi-chan? you really think he didn’t do that on purpose?” you bit your bottom lip. well you were in an extremely close proximity to malleus so...maybe it was on purpose. but no! he couldn’t have done that...could he? “ah i’ve been hearing about these things. sebek zigvolt would stop at nothing to keep at others away from draconia.” the three exchanged glances once more and all chuckled. “i’m surprised he hasn’t come running to us for a contract.” azul joked. you tried your best to chuckle with them but your mind was too busy with the thought of sebek purposely harming you just to keep you away from malleus. “(y/n), he can be a very irritating first year and dangerous even! he means you harm...all for his senpai who doesn’t even consider him...so are you sure he’s not the root of all your problems?” 

“i mean yeah...but still-” floyd cut off your sentence. “i heard he pushed someone off the stairs last time.” those words rang in your ear. what? “oh no, the audacity. a rumor circulating the heartslabyul dorm said that he tried to curse the first year, deuce spade, for helping draconia-san fix something.” huh..is he..? what are they..? “how scary.” azul shook his head before facing you. “do you see how much of a threat he is, (y/n)? i don’t mean to scare you...but imagine if you tried to confess your feelings to your love, malleus draconia? surely he would do something unspeakable...” you held your own hand, feeling it tremble. “eh?! koebi-chan!” floyd put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “you three really think...he’s a threat..?” azul sighed hesitantly. “as much as we hate to admit it, (y/n), we think so.” 

“we only want your safety. we only want you to be safe. we only want you to be safe while getting what you want...” jade trailed off. “winning the heart of malleus draconia.” floyd finished jade’s sentence. “getting your beautiful dream come true as spring is in bloom.” azul added. “then..what should i do? i really don’t want to be hurt, but at the same time...i want to be closer to malleus-senpai.” you were close to tears. your mind was clouded with different thoughts circling around and making you overthink. “(y/n) we would be happy to help. we really want to help you find and get rid of the root of this issue.” you failed to realize the hidden smirk on azul’s face. “meet us in the mostro lounge tonight at seven pm.” the clock struck one, time for the next class. the three stood up, with smirks and grins which showed the leech twin’s razor sharp teeth. “remember, we only want what’s best for you. we’ll teach him that he’s barking up the wrong tree. so please consider our offer...you can get your happily ever after easily.” azul spoke in a hushed tone before leaving you there in a state of dilemma. 

a contract with the sneaky octopus, for the sake of satisying your never-ending blossoming dreams of a happy ending and your own safety...

AT the end of that same week, sebek anxiously paced to the mostro lounge. “oh...we have a visitor!” floyd cheered. “welcome to the mostro lounge, sebek-san. what is it you need?” jade put down a pair of scissors after snipping flower stems and arranging them in a vase. “i want a deal with azul ashengrotto!” he barked. “you’re in luck...he’s in the vip room right now. please head inside and we can discuss this...civilly.” sebek gulped loudly while stepping inside the vip room. “ah! if it isn’t sebek zigvolt. talk about you has been spreading faster than weeds in a garden...” azul chuckled as the door behind him closed. “please have a seat. what is it that you want?” sebek didn’t even bother sitting down as he barged to azul. “i want to make a deal with you! i want that pathetic human to stay far away from malleus-sama!” azul’s eyes widened before chuckling. “how straightforward...how desperate...you poor unfortunate soul. trying your best to protect the young master...”

“so?! is it a deal?” jade interrupted. “if i may ask, why in such a hurry?” floyd snickered. “it’s like you’re whining ‘cause you got a thorn stuck in your foot or something...” sebek clenched his fist. “i heard a couple of rumors that...that human is going to confess to malleus-sama tomorrow after school ends in the meadow behind the school!” jade and floyd’s eyes widened as they exchanged glances. so you did decide to confess...”so please! i beg of you!” azul placed his pointer finger on his chin, thinking for a while. “well...i can’t turn a client down. especially not with this kind of opportunity...” a bright, glowing contract appeared in front of sebek. he anxiously took the pen and inched his hand closer to the contract as azul explained all the terms and conditions including the collateral. “do we have a deal?” sebek nodded confidently. he was sure he was going to beat you, in a way. he was positive he was going to stop you from confessing to malleus. “yes. we do.” azul chuckled evilly. “excellent.” oh how happy he was. he was going to get everything he wanted both from you and from sebek...oh how he was one step ahead of the both of you.

the next day, you anxiously waited at the meadows. just waiting for love. when you saw him step towards you, a huge smile was plastered on your face. “malleus-senpai!” your eyes widened when you saw a gentle smile being reciprocated. “(y/n). pleasure to be here.” you swallowed all your fear and anxiety and tried your best to plant it in the back of your mind. “i have something to tell you...” meanwhile sebek started running to the back of the school, ready to scream with all his might to distract malleus away from you and so he wouldn’t accept your confession. in the middle of the way, he felt his legs becoming heavy...what’s going on?! he felt weak...surprisingly not in pain...he looked down to see his legs...withering away into a bunch of flower petals. no NO NO NO! “as collateral for this magic amplifier, all of your magic will be given to me. if he however, somehow manages to accept (y/n)’s feelings, then all your magic will be mine.” sebek knew he was confident in beating you to it. so he agreed. but he didn’t know that you were one step ahead of him...that you signed a deal with the cunning octopus before he did!

sebek looked down at his hands which were now withering away. the magic amplifier fell out of his pocket as they started to disappear as well into a bunch of flower petals. meanwhile you poured your heart and soul into your confession as you were ready to accept whatever answer he was about to give you. you were expecting rejection...but all malleus did was chuckle. “oh (y/n). i knew this whole time. you really ought to be better at keeping secrets.” your jaw dropped. “eh...eh..? I’M SORRY! I’M REALLY SORRY! I’M SORRY IF YOU THINK I’M A CREEP OR-” he leaned down and landed a kiss on your lips, stopping your sentence midway. so this means...yes huh? your eyes widened as you were surrounded by multicolored petals dancing in the wind. this was everything you dreamed of. this was everything you wanted. this was your happily ever after. just like azul promised...

“we ensure you your happily ever after, (y/n). we’ll give you the scene you’ve always wanted. we’ll give you your fantasy. we’ll ensure your safety as well. as for your collateral, all you need to do is just confess to malleus draconia by sunset at the end of the week. that’s all...see. you can trust us. we wish for his love to bloom to ensure...all of our happy endings.”

♡

okay this was long, which i didn’t expect it to be...? anyways idk if the foreshadowing worked or not but probably didn’t lol. i just inputted a bunch of words and scenes related to flowers and plants hinting at the ending lol so sorry if it sucks. i’ll try to write more stories like this to improve it ;w; okay ik it was supposed to be a malleus x reader thing but it’s very heavily focused on you and the octavinelle bois...hmmm

but hey, at least you got your happy ending...

love, a♕

[cheemerthelizard]

reader x pb! dio where she’s the youngest working for the joestars and over time grew close to dio. they come from similar backgrounds (abuse and neglect) and one time when the 3 men are eating and she makes a little mistake (like dropping wine or whatever) and the head of the staff goes all out on reprimanding her (on the worst way) but dio JUMPS to defend her, im sorry i just LOVE ANGST!! thank uuuuu

Ahh sorry I kinda got carried away and tweaked it a bit by accident, I hope you still like it!

Life at the Joestar mansion was nice. Even if you were just a servant, you were treated with respect, and you even got her own room to live in. All of the other servants were cheery, and Master Joestar insisted that his boys be kind to you and everyone else. Life could not get better, and it didn’t look like it was changing anytime soon.

That is, until one of the new servants arrived.

Matilda was a bitter old woman who had no patience for those who were learning. Many of the newer servants, including you, were chewed out by her on the daily, but privately, so she wouldn’t lose her job. A lot of your best friends were quitting because of her, making the mansion lonely at times. You would quit, but you needed the money, and you didn’t know anyone else who was hiring.

It was a peaceful night, one you planned to go out and enjoy when you were done serving dinner. You were in charge of bringing the food to the table, and had been doing perfectly fine, to your relief.

Oh, but you had to jinx it. You just had to jinx it. When you were handing out the dessert, you thought to yourself, “I’m going to have a disaster-free dinner!” Of course, you’ve served food disaster-free before, but not when Matilda was there. She made your nerves go haywire. Tonight, however, there was only one dish left, and you were sure you wouldn’t spill anything.

“Your dessert, Master Joestar,” you said, handing the first cherry pie to him.

“Thank you, Ms. (L/N),” he bowed.

“Jonathan,” you said, giving him the second pie.

“Thank you very much,” Jonathan bowed.

“And, last but not least, Mr. Brand-oh!” As you were walking over to Dio’s seat, you tripped on the carpet, letting go of the plate and watching as the pie splattered all across his body and the plate shattered on the floor.

“I’m…” your lip quivered as you thought about the harsh lecture you were going to receive as soon as you left the dining hall. “Mr. Brando, I’m so, so sorry!” you quickly went to scoop up some of the pie that had landed on the floor with your bare hands. “I didn’t mean to, honest!”

“You’re forgiven, (Y/N),” Dio consoled you. “It was an accident. We all make mistakes.”

You rushed out of the dining hall to pick up the broom and sweep the glass up, but stopped when you heard Matilda’s voice.

“(Y/N) (L/N).”

A shiver went down your spine. You were really in for it now.

“Do you have ANY idea what you’re doing? How on earth did you trip and fall? There was nothing other than the carpet! And Mr. Brando’s clothes, those must have cost a fortune! But now they’re ruined. Completely ruined! You’re lucky Master Joestar didn’t fire you on the spot! If he won’t teach you a lesson, then I will!”

“No! Please! It won’t happen again!” You tried to get away, but Matilda had already grabbed your arm.

“This is what happens to little girls who can’t do what they’re told!”

“Stop right this instant!”

Everyone froze in place at the sound of Dio’s voice.

“Mrs. Matilda, just what do you think you’re doing to poor (Y/N)?”

“She ruined your nice, new clothes, Mr. Brando,” Matilda explained. “I think she needs a harsh beating for that.”

“There will be no need.” Dio yanked Matilda’s hand from your arm and held you close to him. “I had already said that she was forgiven, hadn’t I? She made a tiny mistake, and if you really want to give her what she deserves, then just make her clean up the mess and wash my clothes. From the way she acted when she dropped the pie on me, it almost seemed like I was going to beat her, making me believe this isn’t the first time (Y/N) has been hit by you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go have to talk with Father about what to do with you. Come along, (Y/N).”

Hesitantly, you followed right behind Dio, head down on the floor. “I… I want to thank you, Mr. Brando.”

“No need to address me so formally, (Y/N),” Dio turned his head to look at you. “And you’re very welcome.”

“Do you need me to wash your clothes, Mr. Bran- I mean, Dio?”

“Where did Matilda hit you?” Dio suddenly stopped in his tracks. “That is the only thing I require of you.”

“No, no, Mr., erm, Dio,” you laughed nervously. “I insist I clean up after myself.”

“And I insist you tell me where Matilda has hit you, past and present.”

“Well, for starters, she’s slapped me across the face too many times to count,” you shivered at the memories. But soon, those memories started to drift away as Dio kissed both of your cheeks.

“I-I think she’s hit me on the neck, too,” you continued. Just as you thought, Dio’s lips trailed down to your neck, not leaving marks, just a lovely sensation in your heart as he started each tender kiss.

“Oh, and one time she missed the nose, and accidentally hit me on the lips.” That last one was a lie. A lie that Dio saw straight through, but gladly pretended he didn’t, and passionately kissed your lips. His body moved closer to yours, getting cherry stains all over your outfit, but you didn’t care. You could easily get a new one.

“(Y/N), I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember,” Dio confessed. “Tonight has been a dream come true, but a dream we mustn’t tell anyone about. You understand, right?”

“Of course I do,” you whispered. “And our secret is safe with me.”

[allforhader]

The Unexpected

Bill Hader x (F) Reader

Requested by: Anon

Warnings: Langauge

Bill having three kids already, he should be experienced in those stressful situations where you’re going to have to drop everything when your wife goes into labor. But he also didn’t plan for Y/N to not make it to the hospital when she delivered. LA traffic is a bitch.

——

When Y/N and Bill got married, they didn’t really plan ahead for anything. Bill went back to filming for Barry after their honeymoon and Y/N was a writer for the show so she had to get her job done. The two found few energy filled moments when they had a day off from Barry and when the girls were with Maggie.

The day Y/N found out she was pregnant she didn’t tell Bill right away. She needed to confirm it without relying on store bought tests. And she didn’t know exactly how he’d feel about having another kid. So it wasn’t until she was around three months when she finally wanted to tell Bill.

Y/N wanted to tell him before the work day started but he jumped right into filming and she didn’t know where to find room. Until Sarah Goldberg and D’Arcy Carden gave Y/N the wildest idea of having a surprised script change. The two only knew she was pregnant because Y/N told her mom over the phone as the two over heard.

“Yo! Hader, there’s been a script change” Sarah states handing Bill the new pages as he instantly looks at Y/N confused.

Y/N shrugs for the most part before standing beside Alec to watch the take be done.

“Was this your plan Y/N?” Alec asks her as Y/N rolls her eyes before whispering to him what’s going on. “Well, if he gets a heart attack from excitement. I’ll blame you”

“You’d blame me when I would probably have one if he does” Y/N gave Alec a look before laughing a bit. Alec moved his stuff from Bill’s director’s chair letting her sit. “Not my idea”

“Actors have crazy ideas. I’m not surprised that this came from the two” Alec states before nudging Y/N to look at Bill look at the script after rounding up who he needs.

“How much you want to bet he’s going to scream?”

“You want to make a bet on my husband’s reaction?” Y/N laughs a bit before relaxing. “Let’s not”

“Ok ok”

Bill stares at the two he got not really understanding how the scene they shot before lead to this one. Or where this scene will be but he froze when Sarah grabbed his shirt.

“You have no idea?”

“What?” Not scripted.

“This is going to be life changing! Get excited!” D’Arcy states as Bill stood there even more confused before looking down at the change.

Sarah suddenly took it from him when he was supposed to have it in the first place. Y/N face palms hearing Alec laugh.

“Get excited about what?!” Bill stares at the two as they have each other a look while the other actors for Barry grew confused on what the fuck was going on.

“Can I be first to say congratulations?”

“What”

The “script change” was really just Sarah and D’Arcy getting up in Bill’s personal space trying to see if he can connect the dots before stating the obvious.

“I did not write this, Im just gonna make that clear” Y/N tells Alec as he knew it was them. No brainer.

“Come on Berkman! How the fuck do you not know?”

“This is really exciting we heard it from your lover”

Bill really is oblivious and kept looking over at Y/N and Alec expecting something. But all he got was a shrug from Alec and a smile with a thumbs up from Y/N. Thanks. Very helpful.

“Can I Uh get the script back”

“Goddamn Berkman!”

“How did you not know she’s pregnant!” Fucking. Finally.

Bill stares at the two confused before being handed back the script and reading the last bit. He froze in place feeling like an idiot for not catching on, even though Sarah and D’Arcy at first weren’t helpful. He immediately looks over to Y/N watching her nod to confirm it as he started getting emotional. Bill handed the script back before quickly heading to Y/N and holding her in his arms crying happily.

“Should we call it a day?” Alec asks knowing for damn sure the two were having their moment. “Alright! We’ll pick up with the actual script tomorrow!” He states letting the two have the rest of the day.

So now Bill knows. It’s a good thing but something he didn’t take into consideration is, this is Y/N’s first and possibly only pregnancy. So even if Bill does know what he’s doing and is willing to take care of a lot of things in preparation. But when Y/N was finishing her second trimester heading into her third, she got extremely anxious over everything and would stay up unexpectedly startling Bill when he’d come home late.

“Shit-“ Bill whisper yells as when he closes the front door around 1 in the morning. Staying at the office to make adjustments to a few scenes, was a mistake.

Bill hangs up his jacket setting his keys down and before he could sneak up to bed. He stops seeing the shine of a screen distract him in the living room.

“Y/N...?” He asks walking around the couch seeing her sitting on the floor with her laptop on the coffee table open to a number of things. “Why are you awake?” He frowns moving himself beside her seeing the scariest shit he’s ever seen looked up about pregnancy. “Okay—Hey?”

“Hm...?” Y/N turns to him looking extremely tired as she was protectively holding her belly. “When did you get home?”

“Not even a minute ago. It’s one in the morning why aren’t you in bed?”

“Well, I was working on...a scene. Then got distracted by a number of things. Also you try growing a human. I can’t get up easily so I stayed here” Y/N sighs watching Bill get up moving the coffee table. He moves in front of her holding his hands out which she took to get help off the floor. “Did you know that 1.61% of births aren’t in a hospital?”

“That’s a very low percentage”

“It equals to 62,228 births, Bill”

“Okay and why are you looking that up?”

“What if I’m part of that one percentage”

“Y/N...I can promise you. When you go into the labor, you’ll make it to the hospital. I doubt you’ll have the baby in the backseat of my car”

“Are you implying that it’s a possibility?”

“Y/N. No”

“Bill it can happen. It probably would knowing my luck”

“What do you mean by that?”

“If you don’t agree with me I’m going to be even more anxious than I was before”

“We’ve gone over this...You get anxious when I do agree with you sometimes” Bill laughs a bit before bringing his wife into his arms. “I highly doubt you’ll have the baby in my car”

“Mmm...better prepare for that possibility Bill” Y/N sighs resting her head against his chest feeling him kiss the top of her head. “The baby is healthy and is on track. But one small thing can fuck everything up”

“Giving birth anywhere other than a hospital won’t fuck up everything. It happens. But still. I promise. It won’t. You’ll have our little one in the comforts of a hospital”

“Just know if fate says otherwise. I’m yelling at you”

“You were going to yell at me regardless baby” Bill smiles resting his chin on top of her head feeling her grip onto his shirt. “It’s going to be okay. Okay?”

“Mhm..”

When the time actually came, Y/N didn’t realize that her water had broke until Bill asked pointed out. Guess she didn’t think about it when it happened. Bill helped her into the backseat thinking she wouldn’t be cramped if she was in the front. He put the hospital bag in the passengers before starting to head to the hospital.

“Bill—“

“Just take deep breaths, we’ll be there soon—shit” Bill frowns seeing the traffic start to become bumper to bumper. “Shit. Fuck. Okay, how close are they?”

“U-Uh. Uhm. Shit—“ Y/N couldn’t really think at this point when she thought the contractions would be more elongated. But they were coming in more expectedly.

This baby isn’t waiting and Bill is trying to find a way out of this traffic and to the nearest hospital.

“I. Fucking—-Told you Bill”

“Y/N—I can’t predict the future!”

“But people—jinx it” Y/N moans in pain unbuckling herself which startled Bill but she knew they weren’t moving any time soon.

As traffic started to lift a bit, just enough for Bill to rely on surface streets. Y/N had already positioned herself comfortably in the backseat trying to “keep it in” until they get to the hospital. It wasn’t until Bill parked in the ER load off that Y/N couldn’t wait. Bill ran inside hurrying over to the nurse’s station.

“I uh. My wife is in the back of my car—She has the baby—“

“Someone get a wheelchair!” One of the nurse called as Bill stopped the nurse.

“She needs more than a wheelchair”

“Sir did your wife get hurt-“

“She had our baby in the backseat” Bill blurts out as the nurse he was talking to went to get an ER doctor for the time being along with a gurney before paging OB.

After two hours of making sure mom and baby were perfectly okay, Bill was let into Y/N’s hospital room finding a very tired wife holding a little bundle of joy wrapped in a blue blanket. The two wanted to be surprised and indeed it was.

“Sorry I killed your all girls streak”

“That’s the first thing you say...?” Bill laughs as the tears of joy started streaming down his cheeks kissing Y/N’s temple before admiring the little boy she’s holding.

“Told you Id be part of the one percent”

“Oh shut up” He smiles kissing his wife lovingly before climbing into the bed beside her.

Y/N instantly handed their little boy to Bill watching him still be shaky when he’s had three before this one. It was honestly and will always be an amazing experience. This one definitely having quite the story to it. Y/N rests her head on his shoulder looking down at their little boy watching him instantly ease into Bill’s arms.

“Wow. A natural” Y/N jokes as she smiles nuzzling close to her husband. “So, the third?”

“William Thomas Hader the third? Wouldn’t that be a mouthful?”

“Bill, really?”

“You know I’m just teasing”

“Mhm”

Bill couldn’t stop smiling at their son as after some time of holding him, Y/N had fallen asleep against him. He loves this, and can’t wait to start this new chapter.

[clumsyclifford]

“What did you wish for?” with whoever but i’m partial to malum as you know -rye

For the prompts: #5 with Malum because this idea has made me SOFT (or any other ship, I just really do think malum has a thing for playing with each other’s hair) - @calumsclifford

okay. okay. lou i know this is a super old prompt but ive had a blank doc with it since you sent it and ive just been waiting for inspiration so i hope you will all forgive me for combining prompts. maggie just sent the above one and i kinda wrote them both into one. this is probably ythe softest thing ill ever write. im going to sleep now but i hope u enjoy <3

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Michael’s not superstitious.

He’s really not, despite what people say. If anything, he’s too irreverent to be superstitious. If Michael really were superstitious he’d be constantly fearing for his life from all the ghosts he’s sure to have offended. And Michael’s not delusional, either, or even religious. Generally speaking, unless he can see it and confirm it with his own two eyes, unless there’s empirical proof that it’s real, Michael won’t believe it.

But he wishes on 11:11 anyway.

He doesn’t go around spreading that; he likes his reputation as a guy with his feet on the ground and his head screwed on straight. Wishing on the clock is mostly a silent ritual, a concession to the ephemeral laws of fate and fortune, to say, you did it once, and it was the best thing you ever did. A thank you, if it’s anything.

(Or maybe Michael is a little wishful, but he doesn’t go spreading that around, either.)

“Mikey.”

Michael glances up from his book; Calum has just entered the room, and he crawls into bed, yawning.

“Hey,” Michael says, bookmarking his page.

“It’s 11:11,” Calum points out through another yawn. Michael looks at the clock by his bed, and sees Calum’s not lying.

“Huh,” Michael says. “Make a wish.”

Calum grins and curls up under the comforter, cheek resting on Michael’s stomach. “Maybe tomorrow.”

Michael ignores him for a moment, allowing his hand to drift to Calum’s hair and gently card through it as he watches the clock. He makes the same wish that he always does, because it’s never failed him yet. Then he waits.

(It’s a little superstitious, okay? But Michael believes that the entire minute of 11:11 is sacred. If you make a wish and then turn your back before the clock changes, the 11:11 wish-granting factory will discard your wish. And nobody wants that.)

When the clock flips to 11:12, Michael scratches his fingers lightly on Calum’s scalp and says, “You going to sleep?”

“What’d you wish for?” Calum asks, like he didn’t hear Michael just ask him a question.

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you,” Michael says. “Are you going to sleep?”

“Maybe,” Calum says. “Why won’t you tell me your wish?”

“Because then it won’t come true,” Michael says, trying to make it sound sarcastic even though he firmly believes that platitude. He’s not superstitious. But it’s always better to be safe than sorry.

“That’s bullshit,” Calum says. “C’mon, Mikey.”

“I’m not telling, Cal, it’s a secret and it’ll stay that way.”

“I’m your best friend!”

“Exactly, and wouldn’t you feel terrible if you were the reason my wish didn’t come true?”

“I thought you weren’t superstitious.”

“I’m not,” Michael says automatically. He sighs, because there’s no way Calum will believe it when he says that anymore unless he proves it.

He doesn’t want to be superstitious, but he’d rather be careful than jinx his wish.

“You’re being weird,” Calum says, and yawns. “Wish I weren’t too tired to annoy you about it.”

“You’re already annoying me about it,” Michael says. “Fine. How about this. I’ll tell you what I wished for the first time I wished on 11:11, and then you’ll understand why I don’t want to jinx my wish.”

“Can you tell me while we cuddle?” Calum asks. Michael smiles a bit.

He shuffles down under the duvet, turns off the bedside lamp, and leans his forehead against Calum’s. In the dark, all Michael can see is the faintest outline of Calum’s figure. He can see Calum’s eyes, but only because they’re so close; he can feel Calum’s breath against his mouth. Michael smiles. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Calum says. “Story time?”

“Yeah,” Michael says. He sees Calum close his eyes. “So, uh, picture this. I’m seven years old. My mum’s just told me that sometimes people wish on things like eyelashes, and shooting stars, and, fucking, I don’t know, dandelions. And on the clock, when it’s 11:11. It sounds like a load of horseshit to me, but I’m seven, you know?”

“Are you going to ever actually say what you wished for or just talk around it forever?” Calum mumbles. “I’m gonna fall asleep before the story’s over at this rate.”

“Fuck you,” Michael says, not meaning it. Calum’s so warm and familiar. “Do you want to know or not?” 

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Okay. So I — that night, I stayed up until 11:11 just to make a wish on it. Just to see. I was kind of hoping it wouldn’t work, so I could be like, told you so to anyone who asked. So I wished — I wished for a best friend.”

“Aww, Mikey,” Calum says softly.

“And the next day I went to school,” Michael continues, “and I sat by myself at recess like I did every day, and then this kid came up to me, and he told me he liked my hair, and he asked me if I wanted to be friends.” He pokes Calum in the chest. “And I told him no, because I knew he’d grow up to be an asshole who would make me come to his stupid footie matches every week.”

“You’re such a sentimental,” Calum says; his eyes are open again, and they’re gazing straight into Michael’s. “I didn’t know about that.”

“I know. I didn’t tell. It felt silly,” Michael admits. “But I don’t know. I feel like I got lucky. And that I should repay that luck by trusting in the power of the 11:11 wish.”

“But I don’t understand why you’re still wishing,” Calum says. “You’ve already got me. What more could you possibly need?”

“Arrogant much?” Michael mutters, grinning. Calum shoves gently against his chest, but then leaves his hand there, dragging lightly against his t-shirt. Michael wonders if Calum can feel the way his heartbeat is kicking up a storm inside his ribcage.

“I’m just curious,” Calum says, and Michael can hear the pout in his voice. “Like, what, are you wishing that I’ll stay your friend?”

Michael doesn’t answer.

“Wait, are you really?” Calum says slowly. “Because you know that’s ridiculous, right? Nothing in the history of anything could ever compel me to stop being your friend.”

“Yeah, I know,” Michael says. He presses his own hand on top of Calum’s against his chest. “I know.”

“Stop wishing for me,” Calum says gently, lacing their fingers together. “I’m not going anywhere. Do you believe me?”

“Yes, yes, obviously.”

“But?”

Michael exhales. “But I just…whatever force, whatever higher power brought you to me, I don’t want to pretend like I earned your friendship. Like, I got so lucky. I just want to show that I appreciate it, you know? So they don’t take you away.”

“Jesus, Michael,” Calum says, an edge to his voice. “For a guy who says he’s not religious, you sure do put a lot of stock in fate. You ever think maybe I stick around because I like you? As a person? That I like to be around you, and that you make me laugh, and that you’re important to me?” 

“I know, I know.” 

“Do you?”

“I do,” Michael says. “I know. It’s just.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know what it is. I’m not usually superstitious. You’re just, you’re important to me. And…every 11:11 since that first one, I’ve wished that you’d stay, and you’re still here, so.”

Calum huffs a laugh. “You’re an idiot, Michael.”

“What? I’m baring my soul and you’re calling me an idiot?”

“Yes, I am. Do you hear yourself? You’re trusting a clock to decide if and when our friendship will end? Make your own decisions, Mikey. Are you leaving me anytime soon?”

“No,” Michael says forcefully. “I would never.”

“Well neither would I,” Calum says. He sounds steady, certain; there’s something calming about the ease with which he says it. “So why don’t you trust in me, and this,” he gestures between them, “and stop wishing about it on a clock.”

Michael watches Calum in the dark. “Okay,” he says. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“I know,” Calum says.

“I love you,” Michael tells him, and it’s the simplest thing he’s ever said. It’s different to say it now than it has been before, after Calum’s done him a favor or helped him with something difficult, but it feels truer than it ever has.

Calum smiles. “I know,” he says again, and before Michael can reprove him for quoting Star Wars, he closes the space between them and presses a soft kiss to Michael’s lips.

Michael feels warmth cracking open his chest, and he squeezes Calum’s hand when he moves away. “Are you gonna say it back or will I have to make a new wish on 11:11?”

Calum chuckles sleepily. “Of course I love you, Michael,” he says, curling into Michael’s chest. “I don’t know how else to know you.”

Michael falls asleep. Calum is still there in the morning, and even after Michael stops wishing on 11:11, every morning after that, as constant as clockwork, Calum is there. Michael never wishes for him to stay again. He knows Calum’s not going anywhere.

[ceo-of-spinelxjasper]

Why I think Spinel could be the key to Jasper’s redemption.

An essay under the cut.

Okay, so if I’m wrong, then just consider this whole post an AU.

I actually have been trying not to post this anywhere because i thought posting my theories/headcanons would jinx everything. 

But now I don’t care because...AU. 

But anyways, ON TO THE ANALYSIS!

So, many people have already been speculating that Spinel and Jasper are going to have a fight in SUFuture.

Which would be hecking EPIC! 

Like, Spinel is an incredibly great fighter with her elasticity powers and is very strong as seen in the movie. Able to lift large chunks of earth and hurl them, can make a fist so huge and deliver the punch with so much force that it breaks the giant gem on top of the injector, and yeet Steven above the clouds. (as well as spring herself that high too.)

And we have seen Jasper’s strength in the show. We know she’s strong, she’s a perfect quartz soldier, the best thing to ever come out of Pink Diamond’s failed colony. 

Speaking of that, Let’s address Jasper. 

It has been confirmed by Rebecca that despite the status Jasper had on Homeworld, she still hated herself. 

She was called the ‘Kindergarden Quartz That Could’ and stuff like that. She took out dozens of Crystal Gems during the war. So she was very popular on Homeworld and highly valued. 

So much so, that they sent a team to find her. They didn’t care about the Lapis Lazuli (which i think are also gems of high status going off of their dresses and the fact they they are made for terraforming planets)

They also didn’t care about the Peridot that called Yellow Diamond a clod and betrayed her species to help the enemy. You’d think they’d want to take her back and punish her or shatter her but nope. They only cared about Jasper. 

Despite her status, Jasper hates herself. Hates that she is from a failed colony, from a beta kindergarden, from a stupid planet like Earth, and hates that even after all her fighting, she was unable to protect her Diamond. 

Not to mention, she might hate herself a little more now because now, she looks wrong with her corruption spots and horns, and she was trying to kill her Diamond the whole time she was attacking Steven. She probably feels like an idiot for not being able to figure it all out. (but no one could have known) Of course, going off of the image of her in the intro, I think her current mindset is: “Pink sucks! Rose sucks! And Steven sucks!” 

Now, let’s take a look at another gem who hates herself. 

Spinel.

In the movie, it is obvious that Spinel hates herself. Its mostly her appearance she seems to hate, but i think its safe to say she hates herself for her actions as well. 

In the movie, she says all sorts of things like: “wont they all be not exactly incredibly thrilled to see me like this?”

“don’t act like you want me here!” 

“you expect me to believe you want me, LIKE THIS?!”

“when you change you change for the better, when i change, i change for the worst!”

“I used to be not good enough! Just not good enough for pink! and now? I’m not good at all!!” 

“yeah but..they’ve never seen me like this..”

and in the Drift Away song, she sings:

“isn’t that lovely, isn’t that cool? And isn’t that cruel? And aren’t I a fool to have..happily listened, happy to stay, happily watching her drift away.”

Not only does Spinel hate her appearance, but she also hates herself because she thinks she was such an idiot to never realize that Pink was never coming back for her. 

She also probably hates herself for never realizing she was annoying Pink. Had she known, she probably would have tried to change herself for her. Its clear that she would have done anything for Pink (i mean, she stood in a garden for 6,000 years under the impression that her Diamond just wanted to play a game.)

But its not her fault. She was literally created to be childish, naive and trusting.

Even after she was redeemed, She didn’t want to be around Steven because, although they were now friends, Spinel still didn’t want to start with him, feeling she had messed  up with him so badly she didn’t deserve to hang around him while she healed and learned to love again. She wanted start over fresh with somebody who she didn’t mess up with yet. Even though Steven clearly cared for her to some extent and wanted her to be happy. 

Now Spinel lives with the Diamonds. I have no idea how the Diamonds will treat her or if she will be truly happy with them (since SUFuture has yet to air as of this post) but judging by the shot in the intro with Spinel just chillin’ on Yellow’s shoulder, she’s probably fine. 

But i feel like she’d still hate herself despite being surrounded and loved by all her new friends. 

Just like Jasper hates herself despite being perfect and her status and how so many things were not even her fault.

SO

i guess my theroy/headcanon is, maybe somehow Spinel and Jasper end up fighting (like idk Spinel just joins the fight for peace or whatever) 

Maybe Steven is there too. 

But it’s Spinel who really gets through to her, in the only language that Jasper can truly understand.

The language of fighting. 

Eventually, Spinel is able to get through to Jasper, maybe not exactly winning the physical battle, but not really losing either. 

Jasper thinks it’s impossible for her to have a normal life after all she’s done, all she’s been through, and attacking Steven the way she has.

And Spinel relates. She’s been through the same things. They’ve been through the exact same things.

Wronged by Pink and traumatized by her selfish actions. 

Attacking Steven with intent to murder and knowing it was wrong even after learning Steven was not Pink and had nothing to do with her mistakes.

The constant self hatred. Unable to see how anyone, especially Steven, could ever forgive them or care about them.

Not to mention, Jasper says:

“No one I fuse with, ever wants to stay...”

Yes, Jasper says that at a time where she only wants to fuse for power, and doesn’t realize the reason gems didn’t stay fused with her is because she was toxic and forceful. 

But what if that line can still apply to her. What if she is thinking no one would want to be with her (friend or romantically) because of who she used to be. 

Not to mention, just because she is good now, doesn’t mean she will be a perfect cinnamon roll, she’ll still have an aggressive personality. And she will think she will be unlikable, especially since nobody can understand her.

But Spinel can understand. She can understand everything.

Ol’ Spinel who’s just found the perfect new friend.

Her new best friend, Jasper. 

Again, this was made before SUFuture and this was made assuming Jasper is even getting redeemed at all and assuming Steven will have little to no involvement in that redemption. 

so if im wrong, just consider all of this an AU. 

[xiumin-on-this-shit]

A Few Good Men (Part 3 of The Good Girl Series) Ch 1: A Favor

“Do you really think you going out is a good idea?” My brother hums. He is leaning in my doorway, missing a shirt as always. I ignore him as I pull my curls into a bun, focused on making myself somewhat presentable for the first time in months. Leggings and a t-shirt seem like my best option at the moment, even after a week of being cleared, everything hurts. Wonho sighs as he comes over and pushes me to sit down on my bed. He grumbles under his breath as he grabs a pair of my leggings, without hesitation he helps me put them on before setting out in search for at t-shirt. “I’m driving you there.”

I roll my eyes at him, but lift my arms when he yanks my shirt over my head, “Feeling protective today Oppa?”

He glares at me, “You know damn well we all are. You are lucky it’s me who came up and not Jooheon, he’s down stairs ready to call Haneul to tell her to fuck off.”

“I’ve been stuck inside for seven months. I need to get out and stretch, I need to go work.”

“You were in a coma for six of those months and we took you on walks so you wouldn’t get so pale. Wheeling you around like a dead body was not as easy as you would think.”

I can’t help but crack a smile, “I appreciate that and the videos Shownu took were great.”

“Yea, yea,” He sits next to me for a moment, “Thanks for not dying by the way. I don’t think any of us could have handled you not coming home.”

“If this is your attempt at convincing me to stay home you need to do better.”

“I could call Dad.”

“I dare you,” An evil grin spreads across my face, “Call him and tell him Haneul asked for me to stop in for a little bit and you don’t want me to go. It’s not like she is our top customer or anything.”

He sighs again, “I’m driving.”

“Great cause I still can’t. Appreciate the shirt by the way, nice touch,” I laugh as I stare down at our generic t-shirt for the company. It’s royal blue with large white letters that spell Don’t shoot the messenger. Wonho just chuckles as he makes quick work of my socks and runners.

“You good to go down the stairs?”

“I’ll work on that while you get yourself dressed.”

“You sure?”

I nod, shooing him away, “I’ll get one of the others to help.” He listens after a few empty threats, leaving me to my own devices. Standing on too thin legs I make my way across my room and into the hall after him. I am breathless by the time I reach the stairs. Without much thought I plop down on the metal stairs and scoot down with a solid grip on the railing. IM is waiting at the bottom patiently, a small, proud smile on his face.

“All the way down, look at you,” He offers me a hand to get back on my feet. “You heading out?”

“Yep, I’ll only be gone for a little bit. Haneul just wants to check in after everything.”

“She has been extra nice since your shooting,” He points out as he escorts me towards the garage door.

“She feels responsible for me, she’s been like that since we met. I’m sure she’s just going to give me a check up and send me home with a blessing.”

“Let’s hope it’s just that,” Wonho chimes in as he joins us. “Are you feeling like a car or a motorcycle?”

“Motorcycle!”

IM scoffs, “Why do even bother asking?”

We all head into the garage, IM hands me my red leather jacket while Wonho pulls his own black one on. He climbs on the bike and offers me a hand to climb on behind.

“Be safe, okay?” IM warns as he hands us our helmets.

I tsk, “You guys worrying is going to jinx me.”

“I’ll be there the whole time, nothing will happen to her on my watch,” The other man does little to offer our brother comfort. I just roll my eyes at them as I pull my helmet on, hiding my small smile, thankful for their concern. “Ready?” Wonho’s voice echoes through the Bluetooth in my helmet.

I tighten my hold around his waist, putting little effort to hold myself on the gas tank, “Yep!”

IM opens the small garage door, allowing us to zoom out and into the small parking lot outside of the shop. We are buzzed through the tall bar wire fence before we are able to make it to the street. It’s an amazing feeling to have the world rush pass me, the night lights just neon blurs in my peripheral. The ride isn’t that long, Wonho pulls in front of the luxurious looking club and parks his bike there. A valet comes up to us but my brother shoots him away.

“We are just going to be here for a minute,” He tells the other man, “Haneul is just checking in.”

The man nods and quickly escorts us to the door. Hyolyn is there picking at her nails, her eyes shift up to find us standing in the door way and widen almost comically. “The great Natasha lives!” With that she charges at me, nearly taking me to the ground, “I’ve missed that sweet face of yours!”

I smile as I accept her hug, “I’ve missed you too.”

“Hey, hey, hey, get your grubby hands off her,” Wonho easily peels the girl off of me, ignoring her whines and kicks. “We are here to see the boss lady and that’s it.”

“Since when have you been such a mama bear? What happened to your companies ‘you are on your own’ motto?’

I raise my brows at her, “You are a year and a half behind, don’t be stupid.”

Her pout falters as a guilty look settles over her features, “Sorry. Come on, I’ll bring you to her.”

“You good to walk all the way back there?” Wonho questions as we begin the long track into the club.

I nod, “We are going into the lions den, gotta keep a brave face.”

Things are in full throttle with girls all over the place, men young and old alike chasing after them. My brother is hot on my heels the moment he catches sight of a man eyeing me up even in my condition. I let him puff his chest and glare the man down. We reach the door to the back and my whole body is asking me to stop. I’m so tired but I’m this far, I can make it down the hall without collapsing, at least I think I can. Many of the girls wandering through the halls greet me with beautiful smiles, a few offer hugs, some attempt to chat but my brother makes them move along as politely as he can, which isn’t polite at all but I let it slide. My legs are going to give out any moment and I would prefer not to cause a scene.

When we arrive at Haneul’s office Hyolyn knocks once before letting herself in. The moment we step inside Wonho scoops me up to dump me in one of the comfortable chairs in front of Haneul’s desk.

“Can you get her some water?” He all but demands from Hyolyn.

“Please don’t raise your voice at my girls,” A voice warns from behind a room divider near the back corner of the room. Wonho tenses as he crouches down close to me, now using me as a shield to hide from the fierce woman. The tanned goddess comes out with a tray in her hands and a smile on her beautiful face. She clicks over to me in her heels, her black wavy locks bounce with every step against her back. In leather pants and a fire engine red silk blouse, she looks like the boss she is. Her warm brown eyes find my own, her smile becomes more genuine as she sets the tray on her desk and comes to greet me, “How is my favorite little bird doing?”

I chuckle at the old nickname, “I’ve been better but I’ve also been worse.”

“Have your brothers been taking good care of you since your dad has been out? I talked to him earlier today on the phone, he’s upset he couldn’t join us today.”

“Yea, when he got your call last week about that meeting in the states he didn’t think he would be gone this long but those guys there are spoiling him rotten with information. He said he should have your moneys worth when he get home later this week.”

She beams at me, “I can’t wait. Now enough about him, how is your physical therapy going? Do you need anything that I can get you?”

“She’s fine,” Wonho mumbles next to me, earning himself a deadly glare.

“I’m fine, really,” I answer before he can earn her true wrath. “The boy have been great, the doctor visits have been great, therapy has been great. Thank you again for paying for the bills, you did not have to do that. We have more than enough to cover them.”

“So do I. Spending money on my friend is worth every penny. I am just happy you are still kicking, I don’t know what I would have done if something had happened to my little bird.” She strokes my head fondly, “I’m still so sorry about this whole thing but I really need a favor.”

I raise my brows at that, “A favor? I know I said I’m fine but I can’t even walk a city block without having to take a break, I can’t go on a job just yet.”

“Wonho, could you step out with Hyolyn for a moment while we chat?”

“No thanks,” He quickly responds.

“I’ll be fine,” I pat his arm reassuringly, “Plus I’m pretty sure I saw Seungcheol oppa out there working. Go harass him for a while.”

It takes a few tugs from Hyolyn to get my brother out of the room, “I’ll be right out here if you need me!” He shouts as she gets him out the door, closing it behind him.

“So what’s this favor?”

She smiles softly, “How about some tea first?” The Latin woman pulls away to return to her desk, she pours me a cup of tea and adds a little sugar and honey before handing it off to me. Leaning against the desk she stares down at me, “I have these friends who lost the person they care about almost a year ago. I am partly the reason she left, so my dear friend is extremely upset with me.”

“And what do you want me to do about it?”

“Well, I was wondering if you would do me the biggest favor and spend a little time with him and one of his brothers.”

“Why me?” I question.

“Drink some of your tea before it gets cold,” she tells me first. She waits until I take a few sips, “You look a lot like the girl. It might help them get some rest if they spend some time with you.”

I hold the cup out to her, “No thank you. Can you please get Wonho oppa? I’m ready to go.”

“Drink, please, I’m not done talking.” She gently shoved it back at me.

I begrudgingly take a big drink in hopes of finishing it and leaving, “I won’t do it. I love you Unni and I appreciate everything you do for me but I can’t do that. Ask me for anything else and you’ve got it.”

“This is the only thing I need. I swear it won’t be anything sexual. Just let them hug you and maybe sleep next to you for a bit. I know you don’t want to, I know the bad memories are all coming back but it won’t be like that. You have my word. They just need a moment of peace, can you please do that for me?”

I want to leave. I want my brother to come and take me home so I don’t have to leave ever again. My hands are shaking, Hanuel silently urges me to drink the last of my tea before taking the clattering cup and saucer away. She set that aside, crouches down in front of me and rubs my knees in a attempt to calm the shakes that erupt through my body. Part of me feels as if I have to say yes, Hanuel got me to where I am now, I should be able to do this favor for her.

“I can’t.”

“It’s okay little bird,” she moves to hug me, resting my head in the crook of her neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you upset. Just breath okay? You should feel okay in a minute.”

My toes are tingling. Then my fingers are, panic attempts to set in but is pushed away by a sudden sense of calm. The shaking stops.

I choke out a cry as realization creeps in.

“You didn’t.” I hope and pray she didn’t do this to me but the familiar feeling of a sedative cocktail begins to buzz through my whole body. I choke out a cry as the world begins to go fuzzy. “No, no, no! I don’t want to go to sleep!”

She just shushes me, my body slowly going numb, “It okay, it’s okay, you’ll just take a good rest and then everything should be fine. You’ll do so good.”

“Please don’t make me,” my words begin slurring together.

Haneul ignores my pleas, kissing the top of my head and rocking me gently back and forth. She mumbles under her breath to me as everything fades away, “Everything will be okay little bird.”