#just the procrastination demon is dancing on my chest

[vampireknitting]

Why must project give anxiety?

[nafeary]

“Love And Reason Keep Little Company Together”

⚬ Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte/Reader

⚬ Character/s: Napoleon Bonaparte

⚬ Warning/s: Cursing

⚬ Word Count: 1.7k

⚬ Occasion: @delicateikemenmemes BDay 💜💜💜

✧✎ Synopsis: You’d think that—after fulfilling the chore of waking le monsieur de wahaha almost every day—rising in the former emperor’s arms would loose its charm over time, but every morning you two got to share together was special. Special, indeed.

✧✎ A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL! I’ve been meaning to start this like... one and a half months ago, but I only really did so around last week in my true procrastinating fashion. Btw, I derived the plot of this scenario from an idea Sara provided me with upon asking what her ideal cuddle scenario with Sir Baenaparte is. I didn’t end up using it, so it was the perfect opportunity to be a bit sneaky hehe.

And massive thanks to @fairy-marshmallow for beta-reading this! I wouldn’t have posted this if it weren’t for you 💜

I hope you (and everyone else) will have a great day, and remember to drink your water.💧

He had tried staying awake; certainly, he had.

But as soon as you had stood up to crank a window open, he was knocked out cold—the gentle puffs escaping his lips the only sign keeping you from seeking out the resident doctor. It was in an effort to chase away the uncomfortable humidity inside his room that you permitted the cold drafts to stream like rivers of rimy icicles, creating the perfect climate to fall into a deep slumber.

You didn’t mind him breaking his promise to fall asleep together. On the contrary, you were elated that you ended up winning the bet.

“Nunuche… I want to fall asleep with you today,” he had muttered, forcing his droopy eyes to stay open (which resulted in an awkward succession of repetitive blinking).

You could only chuckle at his adorable enthusiasm. “You don’t have to, Leon… I doubt you could even manage.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Perhaps.”

While you hadn’t decided on your prize beforehand, being able to slip beneath the duvets to cuddle into the former emperor’s side seemed like a fitting reward.

Despite the heavy set of blankets, shivers crawled up your spine at the rain wafting icy fronts throughout the room. You had just woken up, absentmindedly inhaling a tantalizing scent, something reminiscent of violets. Your mind felt numb for a moment and you nuzzled your head further into the mattress; it was comfortable and warm, but oddly hard.

Slowly blinking your eyes open, you came to realize that you were tightly cocooned by Napoleon’s arms. His breathing was steady, the rise of his chest every few moments a rhythm more serene than Mozart’s nocturnes. You could feel more than hear his heartbeat as your head rested just above it. With your arm draped over him, you acutely realised that your leg was wedged in between his.

Grasping for every bit of heat you possibly could, you snuggled deeper into his warm arm-cocoon—the window could wait, and you’d gladly risk frostbite if it could prolong this moment of pure tranquillity.

You dared to peek at your lover’s face, and your heart slammed into your throat, a plethora of memories and emotions reigning your thoughts. While you might not have been in a relationship for long, the experiences you two have gathered upon the way spoke tales of spent decades. You remembered how he’d called you a chore, and other infuriating terms (but you could pardon his 19th century mindset), you remembered how he’d do his best to hide his dark side from yourself, yet how he opened up—exposing the deepest shadows within his mind.

But most of all, you remembered all the trivial moments, the at-times domestic life you were blessed with. You remembered how he told you of his heart racing a little too rapidly at the sight of you, and how you noticed that his lashes couldn’t stop flicking up and down and how his hazy eyes gleamed after your every move.

Just as he had done, you allowed your gaze to inhabit his features, the innocent expression on his face contradicting his bloody past, the gentle pout on his bruised lips making him appear so much younger than he actually was.

Napoleon was entirely too gorgeous, and you sometimes wondered whether he wasn’t actually an angel or a demon—if not both. The things he made you feel with a single look or word compelled you to each and every sinful bidding of his, a commander in every sense. And you’d submit to him readily. Your trust ran deeper than blood ever could, and you knew he’d do the same for you. Despite your shared history, some doubts still infested your mind, a maudlin area of your thoughts you assayed to part from. But it was almost impossible not to spend time contemplating whether you were truly compatible for instance.

A morning yawn halted your reminiscing, the following shrill mewl escaping Napoleon’s mouth prompting you to giggle slightly. Sunlight unfurled in golden ribbons, prompting his lashes to flutter in protest as they hesitated to fully open.

“Parbleu...” he mumbled drowsily, tense muscles screeching for release as he stretched his limbs down to the tips of his toes, like a cat who had just awoken from a well-rested nap. After a few moments of motionless silence, his brain finally warmed up to the idea of waking up.

When he turned to face you, all your worry faded at the sight of his genuinely handsome, if not slightly crooked, grin. A glimpse was more than enough for you.

Burying a hand in your hair, he leaned forward and your lips extinguished any remainder of the autumn air that plagued the room, coming together in a zephyr-like kiss. You could feel his lips stretch into an ever-so-gentle simper, making your toes dance with happy feelings. Once he had miraculously gotten rid of his waking-up habits (“how could I ever kiss someone else when I have my nunuche to help me out?”), his morning kisses—the conscious ones—never failed to make you feel cherished. They were the sweetest kind that numbed your mind and enriched every sense.

You parted rather reluctantly, but he continued his assault down your neck as he encompassed you within his strong arms once again, the heat of his body flush to your back all the more prominent. Eventually, his face came to rest near you nape after a few delicate kisses to your lobe, his muffled words barely legible to you. “I didn’t understand a word you said, ‘Leon.”

“Bonjour, mon amour,” he said with a blinding smile, lifting himself slightly off your neck... only to be interrupted by a completely unabashed fit of laughter.

“...you’re laughing at my hair again, aren’t you?”

He ceased his hysterics, just enough for him to talk, that is. “Your “bedhead”, I believe you called it, is extraordinaire, I’m sorry.”

You were about to reply, but his fingers combing through your hair distracted you from all ire. He took his time with each stroke, carefully fighting his way through any knots while also making sure that he doesn’t end up hurting you.

The sun had risen considerably the next time you paid attention to it, noticing that you’d completely driven off to dreamland. It was your boyfriend’s voice that interrupted your nap. “Nunuche?”

“Hm?” You mumbled drowsily, grabbing onto his forearms to ward off the creeping cold.

Noticing the goosebumps scattered across your skin, he pulled his blankets further up your body. “I don’t need this much. That’s your blanket anyway— hey!” Ignoring your furrowed brows, he tucked the fabric all the way to your chin, refusing your protests with a smirk.

You couldn’t help but grumble a little. “Happy?”

“I am.” His actions did produce a feeling of petulance creeping up your throat, like so many other residents managed to, but the affection and glee burning in his eyes quickly dissolved it—a gentle burn across your cheeks the only remainder of your exasperation.

Sighing slightly, you asked, “Weren’t you saying something?”

“Ah, of course,” he said, propping himself above you with his arms before commencing, “have I ever told you how much I adore waking up to your voice? How grateful I am to see you next to me first thing in the morning?”

His words chased away your exasperation, butterflies erupting within your stomach begging to burst free, carrying their messages of euphoria for the entire world to experience. If it wasn’t for the blanket fort restricting your every movement, you’d be throwing your arms around him—consequently squeezing every tiny bit of negative thoughts out of him.

Napoleon seemed to notice your wish, gradually lowering himself right above your face, so close, you could feel his hands indenting the mattress beside your face, feel his lashes brush your cheeks, feel his breath fan across your face. And as trivial as it might have sounded, you didn’t catch yourself minding the odour of his unwashed mouth, nor the sleep crust inhabiting the corner of his eyes. This moment felt so domestic and mundane—yet so important.

You were completely and utterly whipped for this man.

“You deserve the world,” you managed to breathe out, captivated by your love for this man, and intoxicated by the feeling of being desired and cherished.

His quiet laugh shook his chest. “Considering that you are my world, that’s all I could ever hope for.”

Just as his lips were about to meet your own, your eyebrows lifted your lids, only to come back down in absolute annoyance. You couldn’t believe the timing of the worst morning aspect nature has graced humans with—worse than morning breath could ever be.

Your bladder was calling for relief.

In a desperate attempt to make a run to the en-suite bathroom, you wriggled beneath the vampire’s arms (taking a short moment to admire the veins running along them before proceeding your mission). However, he snug his arms around your waist, still clad in the heavy duvets. “Is everything alright?”

Glancing at his slivering pout, you internally cursed Sebastian for asking you for a late night tea session. “Don’t worry, I just need to use the toilet real quick.”

Instead of releasing you, he only pulled you closer, the blankets forcing you back onto the mattress into an ungrateful burrito-like form.

“It’s too cold and early to stand up.”

No matter how much you wriggled within his tight lock, he didn’t relinquish his siege on your body and only continued to press you to his chest.

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Reason and rationality were apparently not included in the monsieur’s dictionary. “Napoleon Bonaparte,” you craned your neck as far back as possible, “if you don’t let me go right now, I WILL consider peeing all over you.”

That seemed to stupefy him, granting you enough time to roll out of his reach as he processed your outburst. He could only blink as you sprinted past him, throwing the door into its hinges behind you.

Napoleon stared, stunned, after his girlfriend, perplexed—if not amused—by your unusual ways. Nevertheless, he had enjoyed the show, laughing as he buried himself into your pillow, feeling luckier than ever to be loved by someone so endearingly unique and adorable.

Tag list: @juminly @kisara-16 @sweetlittlemouse @thesirenwashere @nad-zeta @delicateikemenmemes

[buns-with-a-book]

Into The Spardaverse 3 - Masquerade

It’s Day 3 of Into The Spardaverse and the theme is Fate! This one is a stretch to say the least but it’s canon divergence and hopefully that’s close enough. Credit to FuryEclipse for the idea.

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, Credo Ship: DanCre Tags: @nimnox @furyeclipse @harlot-of-oblivion @queenmuzz @astral-space-dragon @i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate

Summary: Fortuna is holding a masquerade ball to celebrate the newest Supreme General of Fortuna, Credo Elesion. Despite all appearances, Credo is struggling with doubts about the Order he once respected, the future he now has to face, and his role in it all.

Of course, a way too handsome man in an outlandish red coat has to complicate things.

Credo Elesion scanned the room, a white feathered mask on his face. The high and mighty of Fortuna and the Order of the Sword filled the room, all dressed to the nines and masked up. That was what a masquerade ball was about, after all. This little evening soiree was for his newest promotion as Supreme General. He stood still, scanning the crowd. Nobody had asked him to dance, enamored with their own partners, but he was fine with that. He never thought of himself as a dancer. Even if he was good, his mind was on other things.

That being, his own inner turmoil.

When he was looking into the papers of his father, Enrico, he balked to find out that the death of his father and mother was orchestrated by the Order. He barely had time to process the revelation before he was thrust into the preparations for the masquerade ball. Now here, with nobody reaching out to him for a dance (not that he was against it), he had too much time to ruminate on his knowledge. If they were so willing to let his parents die, then they could easily target Kyrie and Nero, his sibling and ward. He dreaded the thought of them getting hurt but he had nowhere to take them. He could only hope the two could find a better fate than being tied up in the machinations of the decaying Order of the Sword.

A sudden yelp of surprise caught his attention. A stranger, dressed in the gaudiest red outfit he had ever seen, accidentally bumped into a woman. She glared at him past her lilac mask, the man shrugging from the accident. He looked up, light blue eyes behind a practically demonic mask meeting his. The man smirked as he approached Credo, causing the supreme general to stiffen. He was no local, that Credo knew for certain.

“May I help you?”

“With a dance.” The stranger’s voice was rough around the edge, a kind of roughness that he...liked. Credo gave him a look, eyebrow raised (not that the man would be able to see it).  

“A dance?”

“I mean, this is a ball. What’s the point of it if the man of the hour isn’t dancing?” He could feel heat warm his cheeks. The Order typically frowned upon homosexuality but this was a masquerade, where societal rules could be freely broken without consequence. Perhaps...

“...very well.” He said hesitantly, taking the man’s hand. The man grin reached his eyes as he pulled Credo down to the dance floor. Resting his hand on Credo’s side, he pulled Credo into a waltz. Credo half-expected his toes to be crushed but, to his relief, the stranger was skilled enough to not step on him. He glanced up and down the stranger’s outfit, a vibrant red coat, three belts across his chest with golden buckles, scarlet chaps, and a rather interesting American hat atop silver hair. Credo leaned forward, barely catching the hint of lemon and pepperwood around the stranger. “Why me?” He whispered, suspicious of the stranger’s true intentions.

“Why not?” The stranger asked with a coy smile. “You’re a pretty face-”

“We’re masked, stranger.” Credo hissed. The stranger shrugged.

“I mean, I know you, Supreme General.” His smile turned knowing, more knowing than he liked. The stranger leaned forward. “I know a lot about you, Credo.” He whispered into his ear. Credo shuddered. “You, the Order, what it doesn’t want the people to know-”

“What do you know.” He hissed. The stranger pulled him close, chest to chest.

“The Order sent a hit out on your parents. They deliberately let them die to leave you dependent on them. If they did it once before, I’d bet they’d do it again to your sister. And I know you know they’d do it.” He whispered. Credo’s lips pressed into a thin line. How did this stranger KNOW all this!?

“Who told you.”

“I don’t kiss and tell.” The stranger winked at him.

“You’re like an incubus-”

“And you, an angel.” The stranger interrupted him smoothly, as if preferring his way of completing Credo’s sentence. Credo scowled at him.

“That is confidential Order information you hav-”

“I know a lot about the Order, angelface. They’re as rotten as eight-day old pizza. But you? I just want to take you away from here, you and your sister.”

“And my ward.” Credo added. The stranger blinked in brief surprise before that easy-going smile returned to his face.

“Sure. Does that mean you’re coming with me?”

“No.”

“Aw.” He pouted. “But you’re cute-” He stopped, finding that they were both surrounded by guards of the Order. He pulled back, a cocky grin on his face. “Damn, I guess the party’s over.” Credo stepped back, reaching over to his Durandal-

The lights suddenly went out. Credo gasped as he felt someone pull him close, his hand pressed against the hand that was going for his Durandal. He felt lips press against his. A part of him wanted to pull away, to snap and snarl, but a rapidly growing part of him told him to enjoy the kiss while he could, like he should, to just let it happen. The man’s other hand slid down his body, resting on his ass and giving it a firm squeeze. Credo let out a muffled yelp from the squeeze.

“You look good in red, Credo Elesion.” The man murmured against his lips. Credo felt something push into his hand and instinctively grabbed it. When the lights turned back on, the man was gone, leaving only confused guards and guests in his wake. The guards looked down and realized their Caliburns were gone, along with what held their pants up-

And they promptly fell down.

Credo immediately looked away, noticing that the guards faces were all written on. Whatever that stranger did, he certainly did it fast. He realized that the stranger’s mask was in his hand. He looked down, seeing handwriting inside it.

Call me angel~ xoxo

Underneath the message was a phone number. He promptly placed the mask inside his coat jacket. He would have to call later. Perhaps this stranger had the key to avoiding the fate laid out before him...

‘You infernal incubus.’ He thought with a faint smile on his lips.

[longitud-de-onda]

{un veneno} march: eloquence

pairing; javier peña x female reader summary; your time with emiliana is running out and your feelings for javier are only growing rating; m warnings; talk about sex, alcohol (can i even write a javi fic without it?), angst, age gap, two idiots who need to get over themselves word count; 3.1k january, february

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You turned over as you woke up, not wanting to open your eyes to the bright light that streamed into your room from the windows. When you did, however, your eyes didn’t open to the darker side of your room but the worn fabric of Javier’s couch.

You stretched out, groaning as you woke up. Your neck was a little sore, which you attributed to the position you were lying in without a pillow. A blanket was half-draped over you, and you were still wearing yesterday’s clothes. It didn’t feel great, but the couch was surprisingly comfortable.

The events of the night before began to return to your memory: going out for drinks with Javier, returning to his apartment, watching TV on the couch until late. You must have drifted off at some point.

It was nice to know Javier let you fall asleep there. It had happened before, more often than you’d like to admit, but usually, he’d set you up in the small spare bedroom he had.

You heard a bit of rustling as you rolled over to glance over the room. Javier was walking out of the kitchen towards the door, a piece of toast in hand.

“Javi?” you said, voice dripping with sleep, “What are you doing?”

“You’re awake!” he startled before breaking out into a smile. “Good morning.”

He had grabbed his leather jacket and looked like he was about to leave.

“Morning,” you smiled up at him. “Where are you going?”

“I’ve got to go to work,” he said. There was a tinge of apology in his voice like he wanted to spend the day with you.

“It’s Saturday,” you complained. It was too early for you to care about being respectful, or care at all about what you were saying. You wanted him to stay.

After that day on the mountainside, you had taken to spending your Saturdays with Javier. He had the day off, so you could go do stuff together. Except, obviously, today.

“I know, but it’s important,” he said. He took a bite of the toast.

“I hate the DEA,” you said. You had hoped you’d get to go out to the market on the other side of town. Javier had promised he’d take you there at some point, he didn’t trust you to go alone. Too dangerous, he said.

“I know,” he laughed, “I’m sorry. You can stay as long as you need. Just lock up.”

“Okay,” you said, “When’ll you be done?”

“I meant you could stay as long as you need to wake up and eat and stuff. You can’t spend all day inside.” Javier opened the door. “We can do lunch tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” you said. “Bye, Javi.”

“Have a good day,” he said before exiting the apartment.

You pushed the blanket off of yourself and sat up. It hurt, having him leave as soon as you woke up. Not that you were in a position where you could be offended. You were lucky he let you spend the night.

Javier’s attention was something you found yourself almost fighting for, and you knew others must as well. He was charming, young, handsome, and worked for the Embassy. That was the definition of a perfect man in most peoples’ books.

You stood up and walked over to the kitchen, where you grabbed a banana and sat down to eat. This was your 8th time, if you had kept track correctly, spending the night at Javier’s, and you seemed to always get a better nights’ sleep, even on the couch, than you did back at Emiliana’s.

Unfortunately, today was different in that Javier wasn’t there. You missed having him wander around, talking about different things. You missed telling him about work. Sometimes he’d talk about his favorite music or Colombian political secrets, and you’d tell him about how you always managed to find the best restaurants in every city and lecture him about packing a bag for an overnight because whenever he had to go up to Medellín he always overpacked.

As you sat eating, you found yourself wondering what the back half of his apartment looked like.

You walked over to his room and pushed open the door. The smell hit you before you could even notice what it looked like. A combination of sweat and latex and whatever that distinctly sex smell was, and the wave of it was so strong you had a hard time imagining that he hadn’t had sex in the past 8 hours you had been in the apartment.

Usually, that smell dissipated, you were familiar with that. For it to linger?

Your stomach clenched as your mind cleared a bit to notice the big bed in the center of the room and you realized he must have someone else in here almost every day. There’s likely been girls younger than yourself in that bed.

And for some reason, you haven’t been one of those women.

You’re standing in Javier’s closet, shuffling around in the small space, Javier sitting on his bed beyond the closed door. You had been chatting ever since you arrived at his place after school got out.

You hoped to be able to change out of your work clothes into the outfit that had somehow migrated to Javier’s closet, but the limited space didn’t allow for any speed.

“Hey, um, you have to move out of Emi’s soon, right?” Javier asked, voice muffled through the wood.

“Yeah,” you said, frowning. “I do.”

You had a couple days left and had been lying to Emiliana for a couple weeks now about having a place to stay. You chalked your procrastination up to over-involvement with teaching work and spending the rest of your free time with Javier or out partying. That didn’t fix the fact that in a few days you’d be effectively homeless.

“What are you going to do? You’ve set something up, right?” he said.

You couldn’t outright say no. Not to Javier. He was a decade or so older than you, had things figured out, had dealt with his own fair share of housing problems in the past. To admit that you had ignored this problem would be to admit how naive you were.

“I’ve traveled a lot, you know,” you decided on saying. “Been places where I didn’t know where I was going to sleep for the night.”

“Y/N!” he sounds like he’s rolling his eyes. “This is different. You’re working a job, you need something stable.”

“I don’t do stability.” That was as close to a life motto as you had. Living someplace for two months was new territory for you. The prospect of another nine or so was practically impossible to imagine.

“I know, but...” he stopped.

You paused, shirt halfway on, and waited for him to finish his sentence.

“What if you just move in with me?”

“What?” you ask, stunned. You finish putting on your shirt, mind working double time.

“I mean, you practically already live here. Your clothes are here, you eat here. I have a spare bedroom,” he said.

Moving in with Javier? As roommates? It was like some sort of angel and demon joined forces to create a godsend that would also torture you for the rest of the year. And how long was he suggesting this for? Because the nights you spent here were already pushing your limits of staying shut up about how much you wanted to kiss him.

“You know what, forget I said anything. It was a bad idea,” Javier rushed out.

You tensed up. No. You wanted this. Even if he was going to be the death of you.

You slipped on your pants as fast as you could, and flung open the door, throwing yourself onto Javier. He hugged back.

“No,” you said into his shoulder, “It’s a great idea. Thank you.”

“Where are you headed?” Javier walked out from his room, seeing you grabbing your jacket and purse which had been tossed across the couch earlier that day.

You were wearing the tightest jeans you owned and a cropped tank top, and the feeling of Javier’s eyes swooping over your body was just what you needed. There was no question: you were wearing this outfit to get the attention of someone.

“Dancing,” you responded, keeping it short as not to divulge your feelings. I’m going out so that I can forget about the fact that I get to sleep in the room next to you but never in your bed wasn’t the most appropriate answer.

“Fun.” He was frozen in the opposite corner of the room and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. You had been living together for two weeks. You had gone out before. Why was he acting weird about it now? Why was this different?

“You’d hate it,” you said.

He liked going out for drinks but that was his limit. You had learned that the reason Javier was so perplexed by your social tendencies was your comfort around crowds. After years of training and working with the DEA, too many people put him into Agent Peña mode, and while it was useful for self-preservation, it meant his idea of fun usually involved fewer people.

“Maybe not?” he said, walking further into the living room. You furrowed your brow. What was he getting at? “The fact that you’d be there makes a pretty compelling argument.”

“Sure it does,” you laughed, trying to ignore the way his words sent a chill down your spine. Your brain helpfully supplied you with the image of Javier in a disco with you, tipsy and on the dance floor, hands around your hips, grabbing at bare skin on your waist and sliding up your leg under a short skirt. The goosebumps crawled up your arms and you shrugged on your jacket.

“I’m not going to be back until tomorrow,” you said.

“Why not?” He actually looked confused and for a moment you felt sorry that he didn’t understand. Until you remembered he was why.

“Um...” You didn’t know how to tell him, I’m going to go out of my way to fuck someone so that I can forget that I’m falling in love with you. It hurt everywhere, but mostly in your chest, and you knew staying in this apartment any longer would cause you to explode. Your heart couldn’t handle the sort of torture you were putting it through.

Javier was perfect in all the ways you didn’t think men were capable of. He respected everyone, even the women he paid to have sex with. He was great at being a roommate: sitting down for dinner with you, going out and buying groceries, listening to you vent about your bad days. He was vulnerable, at least within the confines of your apartment, sharing the difficulties of his job in ways you were beginning to understand. He said good night to you every evening with so much tenderness it hurt.

You knew Javier was getting lots of action. It was no secret that before most of the fucking occurred in his living room. Now that you were around he had the decency to always stick to the bedroom if he even had them there. Usually, he would leave for the evening, but sometimes you would get to meet his encounters.

Some of them were young, just over 18 and absolutely stunning, while others were closer to his age and would stay for an hour to smoke with him and talk. It didn’t matter who they were. Only that they were almost always different every time and they each were successful in confirming that you were quite possibly the only girl in Bogotá who wouldn’t get to warm Javier’s bed for a night.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. The last time you slept with someone was over a month ago, with Mateo, and your most recent orgasms had been at your own hand with Javier’s name on your lips, face pushed into the pillow, hoping he wouldn’t hear.

Your pause was enough for him to understand you’d be falling asleep in someone else’s bed tonight.

“Right,” he nodded. He stood across from you, hands in his pockets. “Well, stay safe?”

You rolled your eyes.

“You too, Javi. You never know, I leave you alone and you’ll end up setting this whole place on fire or something.”

Your head was pounding as you woke up, wrapped up in the arms of not one, but two men. As you shuffled around, you realized one was awake, and you mumbled a good morning. The events of the night before weren’t very clear, once you left Javier’s apartment (you still weren’t used to the fact that it was your home, too) you had gotten as drunk as possible as quickly as possible. It was a blur of neon lights and hands around your body.

You could remember leaving the disco in a haze, arms wrapped around you. Remember moaning as you rode someone. Remember being held by your waist. By your hair. Remember Javier’s face flooding your mind as you came. Remember biting down on a pillow to keep from shouting out his name.

You looked down at the two men surrounding your body. You weren’t sure if they were together. They might have been? Most men wouldn’t dare sleep in the same bed as another unless they were involved.

You thanked them, wanting to make your leave before it got awkward. Maybe they wanted to have breakfast with you. Debrief. Talk. Sometimes that was custom. You didn’t want to do that. This wasn’t a normal threesome. Not that those existed. But this was you, trying to forget someone, and if that came up in conversation you would feel guilty.

So you gathered your things, got dressed, and left.

Walking the streets of Bogotá in the morning was nice. The fresh air on your skin felt amazing and the smell of fruit wafting through the air was refreshing. You loved the way the city breathed. It didn’t sound or smell like any other city you had been to. You knew you were falling in love with the city itself.

You opened the door to Javier’s and startled at the empty apartment. He was an early riser, and he liked to work in the living room. There was no one there. He must’ve still been asleep.

You entered the kitchen, collapsing into one of the chairs at the table. You grabbed an apple from the bowl and started eating. You didn’t really want to talk to Javier today. Sleeping with someone else hadn’t exactly helped the way you thought it would.

“Javi didn’t mention he had a roommate,” said a voice from behind you, accent thick. English wasn’t their first language.

You turned around, taking in the woman standing in the doorway of the kitchen. She was probably around your age, wearing nothing more than her underwear and one of Javier’s button-downs. She was beautiful. Your stomach flipped.

“Um, yeah. Hi,” you mumble. “And you are?”

“I’m Elena,” she said, smiling. She entered the kitchen like it was her own home and sat down across from you, grabbing another apple from the bowl.

You knew what she was here for. They didn’t usually spend the night. But there was a first for everything, you supposed. You told yourself you had to get used to it. You were roommates, and this was who Javier was. That was something you’d have to learn to accept. It just hurt so much more given the events of the last twenty-four hours.

“Nice to meet you, um—”

“Did Javi not tell you I would be here?” she interrupted you. Her brow furrowed a bit and you wondered how long she had been planning to sleep with Javier. 

“No, he, uh,” you stuttered, “He didn’t mention anything.”

“Elena,” called Javier from further back in the apartment, out of sight. “Do you want to have breakfast before my roommate gets back, I don’t really want her to know someone was...”

He had wandered into the kitchen, trailing off as he saw you. He at least had the decency to look guilty.

“Hey, Javi,” you said, swallowing back the pain.

“Y/N? Hi,” he said, “Sorry, I, uh, I didn’t realize you were here.”

Of course he didn’t. You stared up at him. He had on pants but no shirt, and damn if you didn’t want to walk up to him and feel every square inch, trace the side of his neck, feel the rise and fall of his chest. You glanced away, hoping futilely he hadn’t caught you staring. You looked over at Elena, knowing that she had gotten to do exactly what you wanted.

And you were sitting in between this couple, ruining their morning after.

“It’s fine,” you said, pushing back your chair and ushering Javier into your seat. “It’s your place, you should have breakfast.”

“I should go,” Elena said, standing. “I think you two need to work out whatever is going on.”

“No!” you and Javier said at the same time. He looked back at you.

“Stay,” you said, not wanting for Javier to say anything that would completely screw over your day. “I need to take a shower, I’ll make myself scarce.”

You turn around and walk away, knowing that the two are starting at your back, still wearing the skimpy outfit you had on as you left the night before.

Upon entering your room, you closed the door and leaned against it, exhaling shakily. You squeezed your eyes shut, praying that the tears wouldn’t fall. This was exactly why you didn’t stay in one place for too long. When you were traveling, there was no time for feelings to develop, anything that happened was casual. You didn’t have to deal with pining in silence for months as someone flirted meaninglessly back at you.

You had dug yourself into this hole, agreeing to the job at the school, and now you wished you hadn’t. Getting to be around Javier was a blessing, some days you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to get to meet someone so perfect. But nothing made sense. Why did this guy, years older than you, offer to spend his time with you, even give up his privacy and let you live with him, but stay so painfully distant? What was it about you that he didn’t want?

The sound of laughter erupted from the direction of the kitchen and you sank to the floor, wishing you could go back to when you said yes to living here and stop yourself. You’d rather be back at a shitty hostel than feeling this.

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[downinthedevildom]

Okay so I’m a big hecking dumb! I accidentally answered privately but didn’t put anything it. THANKFULLY! I screenshot everything so not all is lost! 😤😤 so here @delori-a this is for you! X3

First of all! I am no queen, friend! I am but a humble potato 🥔 I’m glad you enjoyed your match up though! 💜💜

I’m sorry this took me a while to finish, I have no excuse... I’m just a procrastinating fiend! X3 HOPE YOU ENJOY SWEETPEA!

Rating : FLUFF!!? Comfort?!

Warnings : none

Word count : 3k+

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What time was it? It was always hard to tell here.

Looking up from your desk that is currently cluttered with the battlefield of textbooks and papers you were working through, you cast your dry eyes to the window, the gorgeous starry skies doing little to answer the question in your mind. It's always night here. There was no setting sun in the Devildom to lay hints on how long you had been slaving away since returning from R.A.D for the day.

A heavy sigh passed your lips as you turned your head back to the paper you had half-written, full of dark scratches with your frustration laden mistakes. You pluck your D.D.D up from its hiding space, at some point being disregarded and covered with an open book, to look at the clock. However, it didn't illuminate like it usually would once being lifted meaning the battery had died and you hadn't even noticed the music you had quietly playing from the device stopped somewhere along the way.

It didn't really matter what time it was anyway, you had already resigned yourself to your impending all-night cramming session. Two papers were due and the impending midterm test that counted as half your grade on Monday had sealed your fate to have a very sleepless weekend.

Another sigh left you as your rub your palms over tired eyes in a will to make them stop fighting you with this pesky irritating dryness. You needed coffee; always the silent saviour. You pushed yourself out of the chair, your joints popping loudly in the quiet room with the movement. Using your hip to push your chair in you tossed your D.D.D onto your bed, making your way out of your room and quickly to the kitchen. Never before had you been so thankful that your room was only a few steps away from the elixir of life. At least this way you were sure not to wake the other residents in the house of Lamentation through the weekend. You already knew this would be a trip you would be making a lot over the next few days.

A single push of a button had the coffee machine humming to life, echoing through the room in the unusually quiet house - another thing you were thankful for in this moment. The lively atmosphere would normally fill you with warmth, the seven rulers of hell lives were something to witness in the comfort of their dwelling. Sure they fought often, but these walls were filled with so much family love and a millennia of memories you had only begun to scratch the surface of. Tonight you were thankful for the quiet, no disturbances as you fought against the dread of failure with tooth and nail. You really didn't need the bothers yelling to give your brain more reasons than it already had to pulse painfully in your skull.

It was a Friday night and as far as you knew only you and Leviathan were home right now. That being said, it was more like you had the house to yourself due to the otaku being less likely to come out of his room while he was gaming for the night than it was that you would spontaneously combust from the pressure you were putting on yourself. Everyone else had their weekend plans already in full swing.

Of course, none of the brothers would be home studying like you, struggling to understand the topics of demon-ology. They already knew all this stuff... They lived this stuff! Sighing was quickly becoming your only form of vocalization of the night as another passed though your lips to accompany the dull thunk of your spoon hitting ceramic as you stirred your coffee. The thought of another all-nighter weighed heavy on your chest and that has another sigh following.

“Oi, what's got you all huffy, huh?!” the unexpected voice startled you from your mind, causing you to jolt and fix the white-haired demon with a wide-eyed gaze.

“Mammon, you gave me a damn heart attack!” you managed to squeak out the words as a hand clasped over your chest willing your heart to get back down and out of your throat. The all too familiar grin on his handsome features while he leant against the door frame, did little to convince you he was anything akin to remorseful for causing your soul to temporarily up and leave your body.

“I thought you had a shoot tonight, you skip it?” you questioned him before he had the chance to start teasing you as he normally would. It was always in jest, but you didn't have the energy to throw your own back at him right now.

“Skip?! Its good money doing them shoots ya know! As if I would skip it!” The fake offence in his voice was dripping in the pride he had by earning his own money, honestly. “I finished over an hour ago.” he filled you in while shrugging himself off the door as you approach, continuing to do so as he followed you down the hall. “Just got back, you weren't in ya room so figured I’d hunt ya down.” The playful lilt in his tone made his intentions clear to you, he was still hyped up and if you let him he would talk your ear off until morning.

Normally you would accept it willingly, even asking him questions about his shoots to continue seeing the proud smile on his face and his laugh ringing through the air of your bedroom. You just didn't have the time right now, so instead, you shoved away the voice in your head telling you that procrastination with your favourite demon would be the best way to spend the night.

“And why, pray tell, did you feel the need to find me?” you almost flinched at the harshness of your own voice, quickly placing your coffee down on your table you added in a gentler tone. “Is there something you need? Something wrong?” your hand had already fallen to the back of your chair, ready to pull it out and take your temporary throne, while turning to face him.

You hoped he would read the room and realise you were too busy and leave you be. Dreading the thought of his reaction should you have to ask him to leave. You really did love his company and his self-esteem already got knocked enough by his brothers. Right now, with the prospects of flunking three separate classes hanging in the not too distant future, your nerves were dancing on the edge of a blade. One wrong step and you would be more of a disappointment to the exchange program than you already felt you were.

A flicker of what you read as recognition flashed over Mammons face as his gaze turned from the messy table and his impossibly blue eyes landed on your own. “Yeah, there's somethin’ wrong. You are doin’ homework when we planned a movie night, remember?” he flashed you with another blinding grin and all you could do is blink in bewilderment. No, you didn't remember that. In fact, you are pretty sure he just made that up on the spot so he had more of an excuse to claim your time.

“I’m sorry, Mammon.” you started, the dejectedness in you tone was thick in your tone. You chose not to mention his blatant lie, instead just telling him the truth in return. “I don't have time to watch a movie with you tonight, I really have to get this work done.” You give him a soft smile, hoping he doesn't get upset with you as you attempt to pull out your chair only to find Mammon’s own hand near yours holding it in place.

The questioning look you threw him was only answered by a grin that never faulted from his face. “Hey, you should be happy the GREAT MAMMON is so willing to spend time with ya! You really gonna throw that away for a night of homework, human? You can be a nerd again tomorrow.” his deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, normally it would force out your own but right now all it did was light a fire of irritation under your skin. You rub your free hand on your face, forcing another sigh back down before it could escape.

“Mammon, Please. I really have-”

“Aw, Come on! You got all weekend to be doin all this-” he cut you off and you watched in silent horror as he plucked up one of the textbooks, dislodging papers you had carefully paced as markers for the material you needed to study, your gaze following them as they fluttered to the ground near your feet.

“-This ain't even that hard! Why ar-”

“Yes it is!” the words snapped out of you, cutting him off this time. Your eyes locking onto his stunned ones. The grip on the chair grew tighter with your irritation, causing your knuckles to turn as white as the demon's hair. Not even his surprise at your uncharacteristic outburst could hold back the stinging string of words that rushed forth now the barrier you had built around your stress broke.

“You said it yourself right? Many times in fact! I'm just a stupid human!” you took a breath, releasing your grasp on your chair as your arms started to shake with your misplaced anger. Taking to folding them defiantly instead as you stared down the demon in front of you. The rational side of your mind knew those comments were made in nothing but light-hearted jest. But that rational side wasn't present right now. Abandoning you in a moment of frustration leaving those words to sink deep into your chest as your own self worth sunk lower than your struggling grades.

“And yet I am meant to understand and memorise the in’s and out’s of multiple different demons anatomy types and over fifty thousand years of devildom history, When up until six months ago I was minding my own damn business before being dropped into a world I always believed to be derived from fiction!” your breath shook as the telling pinpricks behind your eyes burned a warning of the impending flood coming forth.

“You know all this stuff! This is your world, your home!...” your chest tightened threatening to close your throat as the days of frustratingly trying to absorb so much in such little time yet still coming up short each time despite how hard you try, floored you “I'm just living in it...“So yes mammon.” your voice cracked and the well in your eyes burst free, sending salty trails cascading down your cheeks. “It is that hard.”

His eyes never left yours for a second during your usual outburst of emotions, though through your rapidly blurring vision it was impossible to read the expression he held, leaving you to assume it was one of realisation leading to his own anger. You turn your head away, slamming your eyes closed in a futile silent plea for your tears to stop, simultaneously waiting for Mammon’s own anger to lash at you. It was deserved after all.

So you waited, for the rush of energy that sends static through the air when one of the brothers’ emotions get irate, the raised booming voice of anger to return back to you. The moments passed in suffocating silence, only the sound of your shaky breaths reverberated in the room, with each passing second without the whiplash you were waiting for not coming, the ache in your chest grew with your guilt.

Lowering your arms in defeat, you knew you had to apologise, you needed to and yet if Mammon hadn't said anything yet it would probably be the catalyst to your demise. you held your breath, willing yourself to once again open your eyes and look at him. But when you did, what you witnessed wasn't a face twisted with anger or even annoyance. His brows were drawn low, casting dark shadows over his eyes that were filled with nothing but shocked sympathy. You open your mouth to utter… anything to break the silence between you both of you.

Before you could force out a single word your world grew dark in the blink of an eye. Strong arms engulfed you, pulling you close to him as slender fingers of one hand threading through your hair holding your head against his broad chest that radiates comforting warmth.

“I'm sorry..” the words you tried to speak were whispered gently, though it wasn't your voice that spoke them. The arm around you back, caging to him grew tighter as a choked sob forced its way from your chests. That was all it took for whatever hold you had left on your emotions to snap and your own arms circled around his waist, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if he was your lifeline.

“I’m sorry for not realizing you were struggling m/c… why didn't you tell me?” his voice, far gentler than you felt you deserved was laced with his own hurt. The warm breath tickling the shell of your ear did little to quell the river spilling from your eyes, soaking his shirt as you attempt to muffle your sobs into his chest.

You had no idea how long you both stood there, you clinging to the Avatar of Greed while he muttered gentle words to help calm your fried emotions. Eventually, you fell quiet, a tiredness flooding through you with his warmth making you realise just how much your body ached for this release of everything you had been keeping locked in a metaphorical cage.

You let your hands slacken on his shirt and as you did Mammons grip loosened too, allowing you enough room to take a step back and look up at him. His own eyes were scanning your features and the gentle smile he was giving you was enough to melt away any of your worries. It made your heart flutter, he really did care about you. In this moment nothing was truer.

“Ya feelin’ better now M/c?” his tone was just as gentle and you could only nod in response, as soon as you did the grin he gave you as his features relaxed in relief had the tips of your ears burning. Thankful to your breakdown your face was no doubt already flushed so would go unnoticed.

“I'm… I'm sorry for shouting at you Mammon. You didn't deserve that.” You dropped your gaze to his chest, a small scoff of a laugh bubbling forth. “I got your shirt all wet…” His bright laugh made you jump slightly, so sudden after the quiet moment. You felt his hands shift from you only to land on your shoulders, causing you to look up again.

“Don’t worry about it!” he spoke as he began taking steps towards you, the hold he had on you gently coaxing you to step backwards with him until your legs bumped the edge of your bed. “It’s my job ain't it? I gotta look after ya, or Lucifer would have my head!” He finished with a light downwards push on your shoulders, gently forcing you to sit on the plush mattress behind you. You gave him a questioning look that he answered with a grin and a shrug while letting go of your shoulders “Just the way it is.” That smile proved to be just as contagious as you always thought it was, now paired with the rising rosy hue on his own tanned cheeks drew out your own smile in return.

You let out a quiet laugh of your own, “of course, how could I forget?” throwing him a bigger smile he took a proud stance with his hands on his hips, but before he could respond the dread flooded your mind again and you let out a groan. “It doesn't change the fact that I'm going to fail… then Lucifer will have MY head.”

It didn't help that you already saw yourself as the weak link to the exchange program, the angels were excellent at everything. The only other human, Solomon, was more than accustomed to the ways of the demon world so he was doing just as well as everyone expected him to do. With his magical prowess and unfathomable knowledge, it was no wonder why everyone expected greatness… then there's you, struggling to even keep your head above the water that is a passing grade in most of your classes.

Shifting yourself to stand once more, you had to work. Mammon halts your movements by placing his hands back on your shoulders. “Oi! Stop being so stubborn.” you open your mouth to retort but he just lifts a finger in front of your face silencing you. “We are watchin’ a movie and you are gonna deal with it!” he huffs with finality leaving you to groan.

As if reading your mind Mammon sat himself down next to you, his voice taking the gentler tone again. “I… I'll help ya study tomorrow, a-alright?” not meeting your eyes you saw the hue rising on his face once more as he shuffles himself back on the bed to lean his back on the wall while plucking up the remote that laid on your pillow to turn on the T.V. “I’ll even get Satan to help if it will stop you stressin’ so much.”

The sound of the TSL theme song filled the room as you stared at the blushing demon sat on your bed. It was obvious he cared about you even if he didn't want to admit it out loud. That thought alone had a soft warmth spreading through your body. Letting out your final sigh of the night you admitted defeat, scooting yourself back to claim the space next to him.

“Thank you, Mammon. You're the best,” you spoke quietly while leaning your head down onto his shoulder. You felt him physically stiffen next to you. Just because he had hugged you didn't mean you could get all cosy with him now. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable you moved to sit back up properly, however, the arm you were just resting on flew out to circle around your back and gripping your upper arm pulling you back towards him, forcing a sharp breath of surprise out of you as your face landed on his chest.

You were about to question him, tell him he didn't need to hold you anymore but he spoke first. “Damn right I'm the best! Don't you go forgetting it again, human!” despite his bold declaration you could hear the underlying shyness in his voice. You bite your lip to stop your giggle; you simply grin snuggling further into his side. It didn't take long for your eyes to grow heavy.

The sound of Mammon's rhythmic heartbeat was drawing you in like the most perfect lullaby, melting away the stress that had been building for weeks. In this moment, everything was perfectly calm, you felt safe and knew you weren't alone in this hectic adventure in the land of demons. Unable and unwilling to fight the sleep washing over you, your eyes fluttered closed as you lay in the arms of the demon you were undeniably in love with.

As the tendrils of slumber overtook your senses you heard his soothing voice reaching you before your world fell into a restful dreamless sleep.

“You are perfect...Good night, my human.”

[asmo-ds]

Congrats on 500 boo😘😘😘<<<<<33333

Could I request a matchup please? I'm female. I'm about 5"6, with wavy blue hair that reaches past my neck and I wear glasses. I'm pretty curvy, with a large chest, hips and thighs. My hobbies are reading, cleaning, cooking, dancing, singing and drawing. I consider myself to be somewhat talented for the last two hobbies. I have a pretty bad habit for making bad decisions and procrastinating, as well as being loud and shameless. My friends have a very high priority in my life and I always make time to be there for them.

Thank you so much!!! Congrats again💖💖💖

Thank you so muchhhh <3333333 also yours got really long I had fun with it 

For the Demon Brothers I’d match you with...

MAMMON

- Loud and shameless is Mammon’s middle name

- You two are known as a loud couple who are literal best friends 

- Mammon isn’t very skilled in literature, so since you have reading as a hobby you often tutor him in the subject

- Cleaning and cooking also aren’t Mammon’s best skill, so he is glad that at least one of you knows how to be an adult

- He also loves your hair and thinks it’s fun, its rare for him to see a human with colorful hair, he thought they were only supposed to have gray, brown, black, blonde and ginger? 

- Please explain hair dye to this man he is so stupid its cute

- He likes to joke that your dates are being scolded by Lucifer since you two tend to make bad decisions together

- This man child WILL steal your glasses, if you want to not be blind please glue them to your face

- “WoW YouRe BLinD! hOW do I LOoK?!” “I WOULDN”T KNOW MAMMON”

- He enjoys cuddling up on your thighs and chest and thinks they’re so soft and the perfect pillows made just for him

- He understands the importance of the people you love since he always is protecting his younger brothers and no matter how much they may tease him, he loves them to no end.

For the Undateables I’d match you with...

BARBATOS

- Cooking, cleaning and reading together? Here sign this marriage certificate right now

- Whenever you sing to yourself while doing these activities, he melts, your voice is so beautiful and he could listen to it forever

- You tend to make bad decisions and he usually has to clean up the aftermath, but he enjoys it, it reminds him of Diavolo in a way

- Also likes how your hair colors are similar

- Your loud and shameless attitude makes up for his quite and mysteriousness

- Your love for your friends is so admirable to him and he has mad respect for it

- At the end of a day with endless meetings with the prince, he enjoys coming home to lay on you soft chest and thighs, they’re so perfect to him

- He is very good at encouraging you to get work done and not procrastinate, but if you just can’t bring yourself to do it he will let you rest (usually if you don’t do your tasks on time he will do them for you but shhhh)

[7-wonders]

Some Kind of Drug

Summary: Michael deals with his rejection in a much different way than most other people.

Word Count: 2548

A/N: Welcome back to Mad Love, friends! Sorry it’s taken so long, but life happens. Hopefully I’ll be able to post this now. As always, feedback is very much appreciated, and if you enjoyed I would love if you would like, comment and reblog. Shoot me an ask about this, my other works, or just anything!

(p.s....cw for blood ritual)

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Flickering candles cast long shadows on the walls of the chamber as Michael moves around, making sure that everything’s in the exact position he needs it to be in order to conduct his ritual. Communicating with his father in this way is not new to him, but it is something that he’s neglected since you came into his life. Now, however, Michael’s done playing your games. He’s been patient with you, allowing you to determine the speed of the relationship. Sooner or later, he figured, you would stop fighting what your soul knows to be true and give into him. Obviously, he had vastly underestimated you.

He hardly flinches as he makes deep cuts down the length of his arms, watching with silent concentration as the thick blood quickly starts to pool on the ground beneath him. Falling to his knees, he starts to use the blood to paint an upside-down pentagram. The movements are almost robotic-like now, becoming second nature after so many years. The Latin that Michael’s chanting falls off of his lips with ease, the words echoing through the empty air.

“May you rise from the void, Father,” Michael says, switching to plain English as he begins to complete the summoning. “May your darkness guide me, power in Satan to overcome my weaknesses. Power in your name, strong within.”

A humming, high-pitched and ceaseless, sounds in Michael’s ears as his vision dances with spots. Every single sense is being assaulted as his demonic, Satanic nature takes the wheel. The candles begin to roar with each second that passes, the fervor building in Michael’s veins as he waits with bated breath for Satan to arrive. The bloody pentagram bubbles underneath him as the height of the flames reaches to the ceiling, unchanged by the sudden wind that whips through the room. When the wind stops just as unexpectedly as it started, the air growing stiflingly still, Michael looks up with pitch black eyes.

“Ave Satanas.”

To the normal human eye, nothing is in the chamber with Michael. To the son of Satan, however, his father stands just behind him, a ghost-like touch on his shoulder as he whispers into the ear of his son, the same ear that’s burned with the Mark of the Beast. The humming starts up again, but to Michael it registers as words.

“Father,” he calls, “I request your guidance! You’ve...tortured me with these images, visions of a future that I will have.”

He’s been plagued with these visions for months now, long before Ms. Mead stuck that needle into your neck. They often come to Michael in the form of dreams, but he has been known to collapse to the floor as he’s taken over by a premonition. They’re always vivid, and they’re always of you and Michael. Michael, holding you as a husband should hold his wife. 

Kissing you.

Making love to you.

In his visions, you rule alongside him. The new world has been ushered in, with Michael as its king and you as its queen. You love each other unconditionally, just as it should be. You belong to him, and he belongs to you.

(Usually, he’s holding onto at least one curly-haired blonde cherub, and you’re almost always pregnant with another. That desperate need for a family, however, can wait. First, he needs to win over your mind.)

“Her will is strong, stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. Our souls were created for one another, yet she continues to deny what is inevitable. The bonding ritual from the night of our wedding was a failure, and she continues to spurn any of my advances. I’m lost, Father. How am I supposed to complete your plans if I do not wholly have the one person who is supposed to be at my side during all of this?”

“Perhaps something more...permanent?” Satan’s voice sounds preternaturally deep in Michael’s ear, and he has to hide a shiver.

“I promised (Y/N) that I wouldn’t use magic on her without her permission.”

“And you won’t.” Michael’s arm is raised by an invisible force, palm facing upwards as his hand is outstretched. An apple, bright red and almost perfectly shaped, appears in his grip.

“I don’t understand what this will help with.”

Satan remains silent, allowing a vision to play out in front of Michael’s eyes as a response. Michael watches as you appear in front of him, silently asking for the apple with a familiar tilt of your head. He hands it to you, your shimmering mirage-like form holding it as if you’re actually there. You take a large bite out of the apple, Michael nearly moaning as he watches the juice dribble past your full lips and down your chin in a near-erotic scene.

There’s no sound coming from you as you gasp, the apple landing heavily on the ground. Your expression changes, and you blink rapidly, as if trying to see through a thick fog. When your eyes meet Michael’s, you smile softly. Michael’s frozen, enraptured as you approach him and sit in his lap, not at all bothered by his lack of clothes. Your arms loop around his neck, and Michael can almost feel the heat of your breath as you begin to lean in. Right as your lips are about to connect with his, you disappear as suddenly as you appeared.

“So it’s--” Michael’s chest is heaving, and he has to remind himself to breathe.

“Nothing that will harm her. One bite of this apple and she will be yours, my son. Body, mind, and soul.”

Michael could almost just take the apple and run, but something is stopping him. “That’s still using magic on her, whether or not it’s mine.”

“I bring a gift for you, and this is how you repay me? With ignorant questions and flippant reactions?”

“No Father, I’m extremely grateful.”

“Then take the gift. If anything, do not think of this as magic. Think of it--”

The dream (or maybe a nightmare) is the kind that’s forgotten as soon as you shoot up in bed with a gasp. You know that it was extremely vivid, your heart still pounding as you grab your phone to turn your alarm off, but you can’t remember the specifics. Lots of candles and Michael are the only things you’re sure were a part of your dream, but those could be used in any setting. Michael knocking over a candle and setting the house on fire? Celebrating Michael’s birthday? Lighting fireworks with Michael?

You shake your head, hoping maybe that will clear the fuzzy feeling in your brain like it clears an Etch-a-Sketch. You’re disoriented, like you slept for twenty hours instead of the eight or so that you normally do. Intense dreams tend to do that to you, so you’re careful with yourself as you crawl out of bed and head for the shower.

Even after you’ve washed the remnants of a restless sleep off of you, you still feel...off. You’re not sure if it’s related to the dream that you can’t remember, but you just feel weird today, like the world’s just slightly tilted on its axis and you’re the only one who notices it. Staring at your face in the steamed-over mirror as you comb through your hair, you frown slightly at yourself.

“Get it together, (Y/N),” you mutter to your reflection, watching as she says the words back to you at the same time. Swiping a towel over the mirror to clear it up, you shoot a couple of half-hearted finger guns at yourself before deciding that you need to stop procrastinating before you’re late. 

Michael, surprisingly, is leaning against the counter when you make your way into the kitchen. Normally he’s already in his office by this time, so to see him eating a bagel while scrolling through his phone is jarring. 

“Um, good morning?” you say, thrown off by this change in his ever-strict schedule. He must not have heard you come in, because he jumps when you greet him.

“(Y/N)!” He straightens up, trying to act like you didn’t just scare him. “You really are getting better at sneaking up on me.”

“Damn, and I wasn’t even trying.” You jokingly shoulder check him as you pass by, hearing him snicker under his breath.

“Do you nanny the two girls today?”

“No, I have to meet with my advisor on campus.”

“I thought class didn’t start for another couple of weeks?”

“It doesn’t, and please don’t remind me,” you groan, looking forlornly into the fridge. “This summer went by way too fast, I feel like I didn’t even get to do anything!”

“You would have been able to enjoy your summer if you had heeded my advice and not taken a job,” Michael points out, falling silent when you shoot him a withering glance.

“You may be the Antichrist, but I’ll still kick your ass if given the chance.” There’s nothing that appeals to you in the fridge, so you begrudgingly shut the door and look around for something that you can eat quick before running off to campus. “What are you up to today? Meeting with Putin?”

“The ghost of Josef Stalin, actually.” Michael smiles when you laugh loudly.

“Ah, well, be sure to break the bad news of the fall of Communism gently.”

“I’ll try, but my Russian’s pretty basic, at best.” 

Nodding as if you understand the downfalls of only being passing in the Russian language, your eyes fall on the fruit bowl sitting on the counter. Although all of the fruit looks pretty appetizing, the particular apple sitting at the top is practically calling your name. It’s shiny and bright red, and looks as if it was just picked out of a tree. The feeling that something’s off returns with a full force, making you pause right as you’re about to grab the apple. Figuring that you’re just hungry, you shake it off and take the fruit from the bowl.

Running it under some water, you look at Michael with a questioning glance when you feel him staring at you. “Do you have a problem with me eating this apple?”

“No, sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” he says quickly. “Just lost in my thoughts, I guess.”

“O...kay?” He still watches you as you turn the water off, shaking the apple dry and grabbing a towel to wipe your hands. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, absolutely. Why?”

“You just seem off today. Then again, maybe it’s the moon or something, because I’ve felt weird all morning, too.”

“You have?”

“Yeah, I had a really vivid dream last night, and I still haven’t been able to get over it.”

“Hmm, what was it about?” Michael’s mind is fighting a battle with his nature as he anxiously watches you toss the apple in the air before setting it down on the counter to grab a glass of water. 

“That’s the thing, I don’t remember. All I remember is that it involved you and some candles.” Michael’s pretty sure his heart stops, automatically knowing that you somehow inadvertently had a front-row seat to the ritual with his father. “I don’t know, maybe it involved you setting the house on fire?”

“Why would I ever set the house on fire?”

“Hey, I never said you did it on purpose! You could’ve dropped a candle? Can’t you light things on fire with your magic? Maybe you just got too excited.”

“Okay, you’re making me nervous talking about the different ways I could burn the house down.” He’s nervous for a few reasons right now, but you don’t need to know that. 

“And here I thought you couldn’t get nervous,” you tease.

For Michael, the next two seconds happen slow enough to make it feel like two minutes. He watches as you raise the apple to your mouth, heart jumping in his chest with a mix of glee and horror. Finally, it’s happening. He should be happy about this; he is happy about this, but he can’t deny how he guilty he feels. Still, he attempts to argue with himself, it’s not like you’re forcing her to love you. You’re just helping her to see what her soul knows.

But I’m making her feel that before she’s ready to acknowledge it, he fires back.

She’s had months now to acknowledge it! It’s time to speed things along.

The time that Michael spends debating with himself, he finds, is precious time lost. Instead of coming to a decision, you make the decision for him by biting into the apple. He stifles a gasp, feigning a cough instead as he waits for the inevitable to occur. The inevitable, however, occurs much slower than he was led to believe. One, two, and three bites are taken before Michael remembers how to speak. 

“(Y/N)?” he asks cautiously.

“Yeah?” He’ll forgive the fact that you talked with food in your mouth this time, since there are bigger worries at hand.

“Are you...feeling alright?” You eyes widen, and Michael’s sure that the magic’s taken effect. 

Then, you roll your eyes. “Perfectly fine, unless you poisoned the apples a la Snow White?”

“I was just curious.” You shake your head slowly, obviously not believing him.

“And I thought I was going to be the weird one today,” you mutter under your breath, checking the time and grabbing your bag like you would any other morning. “I gotta go. Don’t light the house on fire while I’m gone, okay?”

“I’m not planning on it,” Michael says, still in disbelief that you’re acting completely normal.

With a cheeky smile and a sarcastic wave, you’re out the door with a “bye, Mikey!” He doesn’t even bother to correct you on the nickname, standing in the kitchen in a frozen stupor as he tries to figure out what just happened.

Michael rushes over to the fruit bowl, unsure of if you grabbed the wrong piece of fruit or if you’re just impervious to any sort of mind-affecting magic. Flipping the bowl over, the various apples and oranges scatter across the counter. He allows the tendrils of his magic to extend out like extra limbs, hands grasping for each apple that he can find. Finally he feels it, the magic that fully coats the apple as if it’s caramel being drizzled on top. Michael cries out in relief, examining the apple to make sure it really is the one that was given to him by his father. 

With one look, the apple’s incinerated until there’s nothing but a small pile of ashes in Michael’s hand. He turns on the faucet, washing his hands of the ashes and keeping the water running until he’s sure that any trace of the rotten plan is down the drain, both figuratively and literally. Leaning against the counter, Michael flicks his wrist to put the bowl back on the counter like nothing ever happened.

He got lucky this time. Satan influences Michael, injecting himself into his son’s veins and manipulating him until he’s something he doesn’t recognize, something villainous and evil. He almost let the Devil do it again, only this time it involved you. “Never again,” Michael mutters, determined to escape the clutches of his father. 

Evil, however, comes in many different forms.

//

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[thatswoosan]

I just want to be better.

Prompt | Johnny helps female!reader with emotional conflicts and life balance. Genre | Light angst, super fluff. Words | 3.9k

Synopsis | Your boyfriend, Johnny, knows how much you try to balance all at once, letting the pressure of school, relationships, and life pile onto your shoulders until you just can’t take it anymore.  

[3:51pm] All these years in school, you were verbally harassed by teachers giving lectures on not procrastinating, or not letting all your assignments build up, because something-something-something “no one works well under pressure and it’ll show” but your grades have always proved otherwise.. usually. However, at this moment, the clock keeps moving forward, and your binder is still empty. No ideas, no sketches, and you’re on thin ice making sure you nail these final projects. Sure, theres a few weeks left in the semester, but what’s that in the design world, like two days? It’s not like cranking out an essay in an hour or two. Everything takes so much time.

Click. Click. Click.  

On top of all the time and dedication your professors seem to think your class can pull out of thin air, your life was too hectic for this.  

Click. Click. Click.  

The dreamies mean a lot to you, which means when they pull out their doe eyes to join them in pranks, movie nights or gaming sessions, you weren’t going to say no. Plus the late running dance rehearsals with Ten were really starting to hammer what little energy you had left to give.

Click. Click. Click.  

No one needs to major in math to add all these hours up into a normal day, which really narrow down any free time you might get, and what are you supposed to do? Just ignore your boyfrien-

Click. Click. Cli-

“JOHNNY!” You finally exclaimed, causing him to jump a little in his chair, hitting his knees under the desk. He turned around and looked at you, who was laying on the floor in a corner with your books spread out. His startled expression molded into a confused one.  

“Haven’t you been over there working for almost an hour?” He asked, motioning towards your empty sketchpads. “I’ve been trying to,” you let out a sigh of frustration, “however, it’s incredibly hard to focus, or even think, with all the clicking sounds you keep making on your laptop.”  

For a slight second, he was taken back, but his expression quickly turned into a playful smirk and he apologized. “Hah, alright babe, I’m sorry” he says, in a little pout that makes your heart pang. He then turns around in his chair, going back to flipping through his photos he took earlier that morning, quietly this time.

Although you and Johnny haven’t been dating for long, you’ve known each other for years. He’s quickly grown to know you like the back of his hand. He knows what makes you tick, and what makes you happy, laugh, etc. At the same time, he knows you’re incredibly stubborn, and seem to think you need to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, alone. He’s asked a million times, and will probably ask a million more to let him help, whether it be with school, dance practice, even just doing meticulous things for you that will help free up your schedule, but you refuse. In your mind, you just don’t want to burden anyone.  

Though you try hard not to, little snippy outburst such as that happen, and he’s learned not to take it to heart. Sometimes he even thinks they’re cute, with the way your words sound so short and annoyed, but he can visibly see that you’re trying so hard to sound nice.. it amuses him. Regardless of his infatuation, you hate when you express frustration to people you love, especially when it’s not their fault.  

Letting out a deep sigh, you shove your book to the side, and stand up from sitting on the floor, feeling a deep ache in your knee’s from having them crossed for so long. Making a couple strides towards Johnny across the room, you wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him from behind and snuggling your face into the crook of his neck, letting out a muffled, “I’m sorry” into the fabric of his shirt.

The vibrations of his giggles bounce against your cheek as he wraps his hands into yours, but before he can say anything, you both can hear trampling up the stairs, towards the dorm rooms.

With a mixture of knocking, shouting, and hands banging on Johnny’s door, there’s question of who it could be. You begin laughing at Johnny’s deep sigh that leaves his chest, nearly feeling his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Hyung, Hyung,” Multiple, if not all of the dream members are repeating outside the door. “Wha-“ “HYUNGGGGGGG WE KNOW NOONA IS HERE LET US IN!” Chenle screams, in his dolphin like screech, with absolutely no remorse.

The difference between your reactions at the time were like night and day, with butterflies filling your chest, and Johnny’s shoulders sulking as he went to open the door. He barely got the lock undone before they flooded the room, piling on top of you and hanging from any limb they could find.  

Chenle jumping into your arms hugging you, feeling Jaemin on one arm and Jisung on the opposite, you’re pretty sure Jeno is latched on your left leg, while Haechan was fighting Renjun for the other. They were all in a fit of laughter, so happy that you were at the dorms when their schedule was over for the day, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel on top of the world. If it wasn’t for Johnny taking up so much space already, these kids would have your whole heart.

“Hey, try not to suffocate Y/N ok? She’s not a jungle gym, get off of her!” Johnny tries to scold them.  

“Noona,” Chenle says, still in your arms while the others begin climbing off of you, “I’m so happy you’re here!” he grins widely.   You smile back, and as you start peeling him off, asking why that would that be. “Now you can watch movies with us!” Haechan exclaims.   “Plus, you can’t forget you’re my player two!” Jaemin says,   “You’re going down this time, no cheating!” he says, glaring at Jeno and Jisung, sending them into a bicker of whether or not Jeno shoving controllers out of hands was cheating, or a “strategy” as he calls it.

Johnny threw a look of worry your way, knowing you wouldn’t think anything over before you answered their request.

“Sure!” You exclaimed.  

While cheers erupted from the younger members, Johnny shot a look at you that didn’t look so thrilled. Before another word could be said, the horde of them began running downstairs, already fighting on which movie to watch or what video game they could best each other in, while you were left with an arms crossed, foot tapping Johnny.  

“Y/N-” “I know what you’re gonna say,” you started, “You can’t baby them all the time, they can hear the word no, don’t you have work to be doing?” you say, doing your best to mock his tones and hand gestures in hopes of making him laugh so he’d loosen up a little bit.  

He sighs, and lightly rolls his eyes a little, while a smirk starts forming on his face that he tries to hide. When he walks over to you, he places his hands on your cheeks and makes you look him in his eyes. While he raises an eyebrow to see if you would dare lie to him when he asks, “Are you sure you’ll be ok if you take the time to do this with them?” and you just smile and nod.  

“It’ll be fine Johnny, I won’t do too much, I promise. We’ll watch the movie, and that’s it!” You said confidently, although you didn’t think it sounded too convincing, and by the way he squinted his eyes at you a little before letting go of your face, you don’t think he thought so either.   “Okay,” he lightly sighed again, “Go on the-”

“NOONAAAAAAA LET’S GOOOOOOO!” Jisung screams from downstairs in their living area.  

You couldn’t help but smile and laugh, not only at how unapologetic these kids were about being themselves, impatient and loud, but at how Johnny’s eye tensed and twitched just a little every time they had an outburst, when he was supposed to be the patient one out of the two of you.  

Making your best attempt at standing on your tiptoes, you place a hurried kiss on your boyfriend's beautiful lips, and excitedly start running downstairs. Johnny might not have been happy about you leaving your homework behind, but he’d be lying if he said you finally smiling for just a second, didn’t make his chest flutter.  

By the time you hit the bottom of the steps, you notice the movie queued up on Netflix, but a significant lack of snacks and drinks on the table, and multiple pairs of eyes on you. “Oh, no..” you thought to yourself with a heavy mental sigh.  

“Y/nnnn” Renjun cooed your name, making Haechan and Jeno sit up from the floor with excited smiles on their faces. “Noona! Can we have-” and before Chenle could even finish his sentence, you were already making your way into the kitchen, knowing the usual snacks and sugar filled drink these demons craved during movies.  

Haechan scurried from the floor, with a happy and hungry Jaemin behind him, coming to help you either carry, or make food to bring to others.   Help should be used lightly, because half of the time you had to either scold Haechan for eating everything you made, or yell at Jaemin, who thought tossing things around was a great way to ‘pass the time’ of food cooking.  

Finally, everything was set, food was done, snacks were on the table, the movie was ready and you got comfortable on the couch. While Chenle was settling in his usual spot between your legs, Haechan and Jeno resuming their spots on the floor closest to the food, and the others taking open spots on the couch, you took a glance at the clock. Somehow, an hour had already managed to pass by, which immediately had you feeling slightly tense, because that was an hour you planned to invest in the movie, and not making food.  

“Fuck,” you cursed at yourself mentally, “that’s not gonna leave me with much or any time for my assignment due tomorrow” you thought to yourself. Taeyong already texted you earlier, asking to start practice even sooner tonight because his later schedule changed.  

The boys had finally started up the horror movie they picked out, and now that you knew you were running extremely low on time, you couldn’t quite focus on what was happening, and started reanalyzing your agenda for the day. You didn’t have too many nervous ticks, but one thing you did was subconsciously pick at the sides of your nails when you were either nervous, stressed or just thinking really deeply. Right about now, you could feel the stinging in your hands, indicating maybe you’ve already dug a little too deep on your thumb nails.  

Again, you worked really well under pressure, but there was a difference between working well under pressure, and trying to attempt the impossible. Immediately the anxiety started eating at you, and as if right on cue, Johnny walks out of his room and hovers over the balcony that stands above the living area.  

“How goes the movie?” He asks, more so looking at you because what he really wanted to ask was more along the lines of ‘is it almost over?’ “Shhh Hyung! It just started!” Jeno exclaimed, eyes glued to the television.   Johnny’s eyes quickly widened, but then instantly narrowed at you in disappointment.  

It’s ironic really, how you were the oldest, and supposed to be the more mature one sitting on the couch, surrounded by the youngest members of their group, but Johnny could instantly make you feel like an adolescent that didn’t clean their room like they were asked to three times.  

In his defense, He wasn’t a controlling boyfriend in any way shape or form, however, he was an incredibly caring one. He knew from the beginning you had an issue or two when it came to prioritizing school over pleasing your friends. The sudden urge of always wanting to be of use or helpful to the people you loved, to the point of ignoring your own responsibilities. Although most people wouldn’t say that’s a terrible trait, you’ve expressed your frustrations with that habit to Johnny multiple times, and all he wanted to do was make sure you nailed these finals so you could be content, stress free, and happy.  

You excused yourself from the couch, leaving mumbled whines from the younger ones who were treating you as a pillow, and made your way upstairs to Johnny. Before you could even start hurling excuses his way, he walked into his room with you following behind him, and he shut the door.  

Turning around, he instantly held his hands on the sides of your face so you couldn’t avoid his gaze. He knew you’d never necessarily deceive him.. but he also knew you tended to avoid people's eyes if you felt like the heat was on you.

“Babe, why’d you lie to me?” he asked, looking you directly in the eye. You scrunched your nose, “What are you talking about? I didn’t lie to you!” saying a little harsher than you intended.  

He dropped his hands and walked over to your pile of schoolwork, and the vague thought crosses your mind that you didn’t remember leaving your planner open like that, did you? Did he go through your schedule?

Johnny sighed, “You said you’d be ok if you stopped working for a bit, but look at this,” he said, opening your planner wide for you to look at, “Babe, this is so much more work than you said you had to do.”

Hearing it out loud was one of the last phrases you needed at the moment, and instantly started picking at your nails again.  

“Are Ten and Taeyong really making you practicing this much during the week? I’ve told them how much these finals mean for your grade.” he said a little aggravated. Glancing at your arms crossed behind your back, Johnny walked over and picked up your hands to hold them in his, “Honey, look at your poor hands!” he exclaimed, “We’ve talked about this, why can’t you just tell people no?-” Johnny kept ranting, and you stopped listening, because now you had to think of how to get Johnny off your back about dancing, and you’re not sure what snapped inside but that was it, the stress hit.  

“Why can’t you just back off, Johnny!?” you asked harshly, ripping your hands from his. “Do you really think standing here and throwing how much work I have in front of my face is going to help me? Like I don’t already know how little time I have to do anything?” you spat.

The room fell eerily silent, not even hearing the muffled sounds of the movie downstairs going anymore. Maybe you were so flustered you couldn’t hear anything but white noise anymore.  

“I have to practice that much with them because I can’t be the one to hold back their performances, or alter their schedules, they’re already so busy-” “But so are yo-” “I can do it Johnny!” You exclaimed. “I can finish this work, I can spend time with the kids, I can do these performances, I can spend time with you, and I don’t need you on my back about it ok!?” You said, your voice escalating the longer the list went on.  

Johnny dropped the planner he had in his hand, his facial expressions falling with it. You realized what you had just done, exploding from all your anxiety on the one single person who cared enough to even pay attention to your busy life. Here’s the problem, even then you were way too stubborn to express that realization in the moment.  

Another bullet point anyone could add to a presentation on why Johnny was the most amazing human, person, and boyfriend on the planet, he knew you were too heated to express your wrong in the moment, and decided to take matters into his own hands.  

Before he did though, he let the painful silence fill the room for a while. It was like his form of punishment for you for not admitting your wrong. Not even a full minute went by, but it felt like an hour. His hard gaze was on you, and it was like you were suffocating. Holding your arms together, eyes on the floor and feet shuffling in little spaces back and forth on the floor, he sighed and caved in.  

“Babe, look at me.” He said sternly, but still somehow sounded so soft.  

You couldn’t, you scrunched your lips together and looked at his chest. You heard a light hearted “tskk” leave his mouth, knowing that was your smartass way of looking at him but not quite, and started walking towards you.  

He planted his feet in front of you, and wrapped one of his arms behind your back, and the other around the back of your head, resting some of your hair in his hand before pulling you into his chest. This gesture from him had about the same effect as him asking ‘are you okay’ and the tears just started flowing.  

“Listen to me,” He says, planting a long, continuous kiss on your forehead and continued, “I never said that you can’t do that, ok?” All you did was nod your head, containing the sniffles in your nose and lump in your throat, as your ruin your poor boyfriends' shirt with all the silent, frustrated tears falling from your eyes.  

“I know you can do all those things. In fact the way I see it, you can do absolutely anything,” he cupped your face and wiped some mascara stains from under your eyelids, “I’m upset because if anything, Tae and Ten might just be scared you’ll blow them out of the water, so if anything they should practice more and give you a break.”  

He got a light chuckle to leave your chest before he continued, “I’m upset because I’ve told the kids many times you have a lot to do and they still wiggle their way into your schedule,”  

You huffed, knowing good and well he was implying it’s because you let them, “Overall, I’m upset because I’m watching you lose sleep, night after night, to keep up with everything you’re trying to do,” he pushed his forehead against yours, “You just worry me so much.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, and nuzzled your face into his chest.  

“I just want to be better.” you said, quietly. “I get where you’re coming from.. especially with how much I scold you about working too hard before and during your comebacks, but I hate feeling like I’m disappointing people I love, Johnny.”

He let out one of his famous air filled, angelic like laughs, and you learned back with furrowed eyebrows wondering what was just so funny about your pouring your heart out to him.  

“First of all,” he said, “You’re not letting anyone down. If anything, everyone has you on a pedestal because they think you’re their own personal Super Woman.” Which made you roll your eyes, but deep down inside smile.

You huffed, “and second?” you questioned, looking him in the eyes.  

“You’re really cute when you’re mad!” He exclaimed, grabbing your cheeks and pushing them together like you were a baby. “Johnny, stop it!” You yelled pushing away from him and swatting his hands away. “I am not! I’m terrifying if anything!” you demanded, stomping your foot.  

It took a minute or two for Johnny to recover from a fit of laughter that retort had brought upon him. You just huffed and sat on the bed, slightly pouting, waiting for him to take you seriously.  

Basically, wiping tears of laughter away, Johnny walked over to the bed and sat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Look,” he said lifting your chin, “Let me help you sometimes. Let’s get passed these finals, and we’ll go from there, ok?”  

You smiled, not because Johnny was so willing to help, but because you were lucky enough to have Johnny in the first place. He was so caring, patient, and understanding, and had so many qualities you wanted to learn from. His very existence just made you want to be the best person you could be.  

This time, the silence that now occupied the room, didn’t feel suffocating. You felt content, resting your head on Johnny’s shoulder and snuggling closer, just enjoying his presence.  

*THUD*

You jumped up from the bed and onto your feet with Johnny, both of you on the verge of a brief heart attack when the bed room door slammed opened wide, spilling out a group of boys. Haechan on the bottom of them all, followed by Chenle, Jisung, Jaemin, Jeno, and a Renjun standing on his feet proud and tall. 

“I told you not to all lean on the door like that” he said smugly smiling, crossing his arms. You and Johnny both rolled your eyes, while the boys pushed and shoved each other to get to their feet, acting as if they all hadn’t just been caught red handed eavesdropping.  

“We’re sorry..” Chenle genuinely said, looking down, like his feet were now the most interesting thing in the world.  

“It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve been caught listening through doors..” Johnny said, crossing his arms and starring at the younger group, like a parent who caught his kids getting snacks before dinner.  

“What?” Haechan questioned, “We’re not sorry about listening to your conversation!?” he said, almost scoffing and laughing at Johnny. With how quickly Johnny’s face deadpanned, had you borderline cackling.  

“We’re sorry if we caused you any stress..” Jaemin said, looking directly at you. “Or if we put you behind on any work.” Jeno added, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.   “We just really like spending time with you, y/n.” Renjun finished.

Your face softened significantly, and your chest was absolutely filled with butterflies because of the love these boys, Johnny included, could make you feel sometimes.

“It’s okay guys, no worries, I just might be on a tight schedule for the next few weeks ok?” They all shook their heads in understanding, and looked at each other, smirks forming. Before you thought anything of it, they were all running towards you and tackling you on the bed. The room filled with laughter, while Johnny was still standing near the foot of the bed with his arms crossed like he was left out, but way too cool to join in.  

“Alright, it’s still MY room and MY bed so why don’t you guys-”  

You miraculously jumped out of the pile of boys, and jumped on Johnny’s back, making him fall backwards into the bed with everyone else, making him also erupt into laughter.  

- Maybe you couldn’t take on the whole world by yourself, but if you remembered to tell yourself from time to time to breathe, it was going to be ok. You did have the best role model in your life, after all -

[darkdisrepair]

battered

the foster au continues, featuring anne just trying to make kat smile.

~

Anne woke up to the feeling of something warm pressed against her side, registering the sensation through the early-morning haze without thinking. A split second later, she realized that the fact that she felt so comfortable meant that there was someone in her bed…

Her first instinct was that it was Parr. The writer often stumbled into Anne’s bedroom late at night after spending hours working on a draft, too tired to realize that she’d miscounted how many doors she needed to pass to get into her own room. 

It was fine, really. Anne didn’t mind at all. In fact, she’d gotten used to it.

But this body was too small to be Parr.

That meant… Kitty.

A quick glance down confirmed Anne’s suspicions. She had to admit, she was a little surprised. Usually Kitty went to Jane when she had a nightmare. On a rare occasion, she’d sleep in Cleves’s room. But this was the first time that she’d ever come here.

She felt a twinge of guilt at the thought that she hadn’t even woken up when Kitty came into the room. When had she arrived? Midnight? Three? 

Anne glanced at the clock. Seven o’clock. At least today was a Saturday, and she didn’t have to go to work. She didn’t have a problem with sleeping in just a bit longer. Plus, she couldn’t bring herself to tear Kitty from her slumber, especially if she’d had a nightmare the night before. 

So Anne let herself slip back into sleep, but not before pulling Kitty closer into her embrace.

But she didn’t get to nap much longer. As if she’d been yanked by a string, Anne jerked back to consciousness not an hour later, disoriented and confused as she stared at the ceiling, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. Why had she woken up? And why so violently?

But then she registered the way that Kitty was clinging to her, whimpering every couple seconds.

Instantly, Anne was wide awake. 

“Kat, wake up,” she said, shaking the pink-haired girl awake. “It’s just a dream.”

The little girl woke with a gasp, instantly recoiling from Anne’s touch. The older girl let her pull away, knowing that forcing contact, especially when Kitty was just waking up, was an error that she could not afford to make.

“You’re safe. You’re in my room,” Anne continued gently. “I was just thinking it was breakfast time. We haven’t had pancakes in a while. How does that sound?”

Kitty pulled her knees closer to her chest and looked away, furiously wiping the tears from her eyes. 

“Well, I’m making some, and with sprinkles, too. Maybe even some frosting, if I can find some,” Anne slid out of bed and started making her way over to the door. “You’re welcome to join me, if you’d like. There will be plenty for everyone.”

She headed downstairs and began getting out the various ingredients needed for making pancakes. She even managed to find a container of colored sprinkles, leftover from one of the girls’ sundae nights, and a pretty simple frosting recipe on Pinterest.

Fifteen minutes into her preparation, Anne looked over to see that Kitty was standing in the doorway, clutching her pink stuffed bear in one hand. The girl froze as she met Anne’s gaze, so Anne looked away and continued mixing the pancake batter.

After a few minutes, Anne glanced over again to see that Kitty had found a spot on one of the stools by the counter, and was watching the baking with an intense, laser-like focus. “Do you want to pour the sprinkles in?” the older girl asked, holding out the container.

Kitty took it after a brief moment of hesitation, carefully pouring a miniscule quantity of the bottle into the batter.

“There’s no way that’s enough,” Anne said, rolling her eyes. “I know you like color more than that. Put some more in there, go on. We want this to look like a unicorn vomited on the pan.”

She was rewarded by a little smile from Kitty as she dumped more sprinkles into the batter. 

Gradually, bit by bit, Anne was able to coax the little girl out of her shell more and more, until the two were throwing tiny sprinkles at each other from across the kitchen in an all-out war, and Kitty’s face was bright and happy and carefree.

So what if she was going to have to clean this up afterward? It was worth it, to see the smile on Kitty’s face, and hear her laugh, and scoop her up in her arms and dance around the room, the night’s demons forgotten, hidden underneath the sugar and the sprinkles that now covered the entire counter.

Anne and Kitty froze when they heard footsteps coming down the stairs- but it was only Cleves, who grinned at the sight of the mess and swiped a bit of pink frosting for herself before heading over to the coffee pot.

Aragon was the next queen to discover the state of the kitchen, but even she couldn’t be angry at the sight of Anne and Kitty standing at the griddle with pancake batter smeared all over their noses. All she could do was shrug her shoulders and snatch one of the already cooked pancakes off the plate before sitting at the table next to Cleves.

Parr came down carrying her laptop and didn’t even glance in the direction of the kitchen. She just slid into her normal chair and resumed typing. Anne guessed that one of her deadlines was coming up- Parr was known to procrastinate, to the point where she often stayed up for days without doing anything but write. 

But she stopped when Kitty climbed into her lap, taking the proffered frosting spatula with a small smile.

Anne held her breath, though, when Jane finally descended the stairs. She thought for certain that the older queen was going to be mad. And at first, judging by the blonde’s open-mouthed expression when she took in the state of the kitchen, she was.

But next her gaze landed on the girls; Kitty had just smeared a green line of frosting across Cleves’s face, and Parr and Aragon were using their pancakes as telescopes to see each other across the table. Her eyes finally fell on Anne, who was standing at the stove with a sheepish smile on her face.

[emmcttslwyn]

( cis male | he/him | jacob elordi ) —— isn’t that emmett selwyn? yeah that is them, sitting there at the ravenclaw table with those other seventh years. when sybill looks into that crystal ball of hers, she sees multiple all nighters, highlighted passages in a book, messy hair, drunken stumbling and laughing, dancing to music, and quiet, excited whispers. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty disorganized, charming, and loyal. apparently they’re neutral and pureblood but i’m sure that’s not related. —— 

i’ve got demons running round in my head and they feed on insecurities i have, wont you lay your healing hands on my chest?

Background info !

how do i write a bio for emmett? i didn’t even do it last time so i can try my best

emmett is the smack dab in the middle child of henrik and isobel selwyn. he had two older brothers and then two younger sisters, even though evelyn is his twin. since his brothers have a bit of an age gap between them and him, he’s a lot closer to eve and athena.

his parents instilled the pureblood, slytherin family values hard. he was the one responsible for his sisters, he was to be the man of the house when his brothers (and father) weren’t there. he was to bring pride and honor to their family name and be the man that other families sent their daughters after. 

when he finally arrived at hogwarts, however, he was sorted into ravenclaw, much to his parents chagrin. they were upset at him for a while, but given that it was ravenclaw rather than hufflepuff or gryffindor, they still found the house suitable.

to say he was terrified when he wasn’t slytherin was an understatement, he really was, but he quickly found his place among his people and even found friends within the house that his sister was put into.

tw: mild homophobia? his biggest secret that he’s keeping from his parents is that he’s bi. like a shameless bi king, not just a ‘i kissed a boy once when i was younger’ thing. he knows his parents would disapprove of it, so he keeps that confined to hogwarts walls, but isn’t afraid to just flirt and show affection to whoever he pleases while there, very comfortable in himself and his sexuality/masculinity. 

emmett was/is determined to be great. political success is his ultimate endgame. he used to want to be minister, but now he and millicent have plans to get her to be minister with him as the equivalent of her vp (do i know what that is in ministry terms? no) he just sees it as they make a good team and she would be better at it than him, so why would he take that from her when he’s still where he wants to be? 

here’s the fun time: so probably like? last summer break, emmett was supposed to get marked as per his parents wishes, but he pulled out the whole “yeah but wouldn’t having someone people trust by seeming good but with the same ideals as the death eaters in a high office at the ministry be a power move for you all?” and they were like okay kid has a point and they left him alone

except now he’s a little bit STRESSED because his twin sister has gotten wrapped up into some drama and he wants to support her through everything but is finding it a little difficult. he also wants to protect his baby sister from his parents wrath and ideals because he sees her as the sweetest ever. 

About !

he was your stereotypical jock that thinks he’s hot shit. and like he might’ve had the right to, it was still annoying 

big party guy, always DTF, literally had no cares in the world

mega procrastinator, always waits until last minute to do anything and then chugs like five coffees stays up for 48 hours then gets it all done. (you wont see him for like three days after that)

i don’t want to say he has the worst temper bc he doesn’t like it’s really not that bad in the grand scheme of things, what’s bad is that he just lets things build up so then he carries around all the anger and is just angry all the time

he’s hit this point where he’s like i have to be perfect or i’m just gonna give up and he switches between the two of them daily

doesn’t actually believe all the pureblood or ‘dark lord’ stuff, like he used to care and believe it, but he’s grown indifferent and just sees that if people have magic then they have magic. it’s not your blood status that proves how worthy you are its your skill.

there’s a soft spot in his heart that’s hard to hit but once you find yourself there you’ve struck gold.

don’t mess with his sisters, he’d go to the ends of the earth for them

[tartxglia]

Heaven's Sin - Chapter 3

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Genre: Fallen Angel AU

Words: 4,906

Warnings: bit of sexual tension

Summary: You didn’t mean your declaration of major as Mythology in college to be an invitation for the supernatural to enter your life, but here you were. In just the first year of college alone, you’re knee deep in the drama of the Dark and Light sides of the supernatural world, and falling head first in love with Lee Felix, an enigmatic fallen angel."

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You saved me that night. You're that angel I saw–my angel with the beautiful white wings. Aren't you?”

Fuck. So you had seen him that night. He had thought it was just a coincidence–meeting your eyes like that when humans can’t see Guardian Angels–but he supposed he shouldn’t be surprised about it. Not anymore, not when he now knew things he didn’t used to know back then. But these things he has to keep to himself–for now at least. And he’d be damned if he told you everything now. It was time, the other boys always told him and he agreed, but it wasn’t time for this. Not yet. The longer you remained in the dark about stuff like this; concerning you, him, and every dangerous baggage that he dragged with him, the safer you’d be.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Felix finally replies, his voice just loud enough to be heard by the two of you. He opens his eyes to see your form bent over his, hands resting on the armrests of the single leather couch he sat on, and your face positioned right above his. He lifts his head up, the motion bringing his face closer to yours and despite the racing hearts that both of you had–yes he could hear it, he's always heard the way your heart stutters and breath hitches around him–neither of you backed down first. “I’ve never met you before, you must be mistaken.”

Your face scrunches up, your eyebrows furrowed together and your mouth in a frown, as you watch this guy spout lie after lie. Did he really think you were dumb enough to believe his words? That you’d fall for his charms and words like every other student in this school?

“No.” You barely catch the flicker of surprise that passes through his eyes, but it’s gone too quickly and his confident demeanour returns. He cocks an eyebrow and holy fuck he looks really hot and this minimal distance doesn’t help but god damn it Y/N don’t get distracted. “No, you don’t get to dictate what I see is real, and what isn't. Who do you think you are telling me that what I saw was a lie? I know for a fact that it was you who saved me that night, from–from whatever that was chasing me in the dark. And I also know for a fact that you had wings."

Felix's features morph into a jeering smirk and you think that's probably the closest to a smile you'll see on his face. "Are you hearing yourself right now?" He scoffs and you're so close to him that you feel the breeze of his exhaled breath. "It was dark, you didn't see clearly."

“No, I know what I saw," your voice is unwavering and at this point, you're borderline irritated by Felix's stubbornness, but you continue softly. "Listen, Felix, I'm a Mythology major. All this Gods, Angels, Demons bullshit? I study them, I believe in them thanks to you who I saw that night. So you can confide in me, yeah? You don't have to worry about me running off thinking you're crazy or something. Trust me–"

You stop mid-sentence in shock as Felix suddenly gets up from the couch, instinctively making you back up to keep some distance. A gasp gets caught in your throat as he switches your positions, and before you know it, he's pushed you down onto the couch instead. The impact forces out a breath of shock from you while Felix leans forward, using the armrests to support his weight just as you did. You shrink back into the couch in submission to the intimidating aura he now exuded, your eyes meeting his to find that they were a shimmering golden. 

"Y/N,” the sound of his gruff voice saying your name sends a chill down your spine and you don’t know whether to find it intimidating, attractive or both. “Leave me alone. You’re better off keeping your associations with me to a minimum. So, mind your own business because as far as I’m concerned, what I am is none of your business.” 

His eyes are narrowed as he looks down at you who is entranced by the gorgeous gleam of his golden eyes. Neither of you are talking but the sound of light panting is deafening as both you and Felix feel jittery from the small space between the two of you. Your heart thunders in your chest, the beating sound travelling all the way up to your own ears, as you stare back at Felix who seems to be getting closer. Felix hears the synchronised thrumming of his own and your hearts and he can’t help but feel drawn towards his soulmate. 

God, you were so alluring. Everything about you drove him crazy–the way your heart seemed to beat in sync with his, the soft tingles every time he touched you, the natural scent of you that wrapped around him and made him crave you. Seeing your innocent doe eyes stare up at him like that had him feeling all sorts of things. Of course it was you, his soulmate, who stood up to him. But seeing you submissive to the fallen angel aura he exuded in dominance gave him all the satisfaction and more. He hid it well, but you had him wrapped around your finger and it pained him to distance himself from you. To push you away despite every opportunity he has to get closer to you, to see you so close yet still so far. He knows it’s his own doing but if he’s endured two whole years then he can endure a few more until that inevitable day finally comes around when he can no longer keep you in the dark. 

He watches you in a trance, drowning in your eyes, the scent of you, the thrill of having you mere centimetres away from him. He sees your eyes flicker downward for a moment as they steal a glance of his lips and it breaks the spell. Suddenly he’s aware of the diminishing space between the two of you, the hazy look in your eyes as you’re drawn to him just as he was to you. In the blink of an eye, he’s pulled away from you and straightened himself up. He watches you blink away the haze of being close to your soulmate, registering his form now standing tall over you and the way his eyes narrowed into a final glare before he walked away in long, fast strides.

The sound of the dance studio door slamming shut makes you jump in shock, your head feeling a lot clearer now that Felix wasn’t around to make your thoughts run a mile a minute. You come to your senses and realise the mess Felix had made of you simply by being so close to you; your racing heartbeat, your panting, the fading tingling of your birthmark, and the haze lifting from your mind. Had he just nearly kissed you? Was he moving towards you or were you moving towards him? You didn’t know. You stay sitting on the couch as you collect yourself, thinking over what just happened when something Felix said jumps out at you. "What I am is none of your business." He had worded it as though he's something other than a human–"What I am". Intentional or not, Lee Felix had just let it slip to you that he might just not be a regular human. 

You only had one class after lunch, and that passed by in the blink of an eye, so your day ended a lot earlier than Hyejin who still had a 4pm class. With it still being just past two in the afternoon, you decided to head to the library–to do your readings or to procrastinate you’d find out soon. The college library had a very aesthetic look of browns and beige or anything that would match with wood. There were open study spaces with chairs, tables and couches, as well as group study rooms. The library always had the AC on–something about preventing humidity damage to the books–but they always made it borderline freezing. The chilled temperature of the library raises goosebumps all over your arms but you pay no mind, looking for an empty space in the sea of heads. 

It doesn’t take long for you to get settled in; you found a comfy spot nestled deep in the mass of studying students, pulled out your laptop and pair of earphones and you were set. You started off doing readings for your other classes but the clacking as you typed up your notes slowly faded away as you found yourself getting lost in your own thoughts. Ever since lunch and all throughout your second and last class of the day you’d been thinking about Felix. The close proximity, the way he’d make your heart race without failure, and what he said to you. Before you knew it, your fingers were automatically gliding over the keyboard and you were looking into angels, demons, anything both heavenly and sinful. 

The concept of Gods, Angels, Fallen Angels, and Demons have existed in every culture with some variation. Usually linked with religion, they’ve been depicted in all forms ranging from literary texts like the bible or fictional novels to visual modes like art and movies. It’s hard to find someone who doesn’t know what an Angel is–for good reason. These mythological beings seem to have existed since mankind has been able to deal with abstract concepts, and the history of them is a long one. You’d know–being a Mythology major and all–and this wasn't your first time doing research on such creatures either. The whole time, two memories ran through your head; the glimpse of Felix with white wings during high school summer and your lunchtime memory of the sunlight painting a dark wing silhouette on Felix. Yes, he could be any mythological winged creature but you had almost full confidence that he was an Angel. Why his wing seemed dark you didn’t know, but you’d find out. And for that, despite his warnings, you needed to get close to him and what better way than the Mythology class assignment?

You were so engrossed into your laptop, reading up on the history and anthropology of Angels, that you didn’t notice a figure who briefly paused behind you before walking away. Changbin had also finished all his classes for the day and had been spending his time productively as he waited for the rest of his friends to finish their classes. On his way out the library, he walked past your table and peeked over your shoulder. He saw your many tabs on Angels on the laptop, the notebook sprawled open with additional notes on your table. His eyebrows naturally arched as he observed your curiosity and dedication to your major, but he moved on quickly so as to not appear suspicious nor get caught peeking by you.

Outside the library, he headed over to the decided meeting spot at the cafe located within the campus. He could hear Minho from a whole corridor away, preaching about the cute photos of the new kitten he’d recently adopted. Turning the corner, he could see everyone already there–Felix, Woojin, and Minho–but his focus was only on one.

“She knows, doesn’t she?” Changbin raises the vague question once he’s close enough and it has the whole group quieten their chatter to focus on him. They all turn to face him, especially Felix who tensed at the question.

“Who is this ‘she’?” Woojin asks in response, his head tilting to the side in curiosity. He traces Changbin’s gaze over to Felix who stares back expressionless. 

“She suspects it, yeah,” Felix shrugs.

“And you don’t wanna tell her?”

“Look–” 

“No, Felix, this is the perfect opportunity.” Minho jumps into the conversation. “I’ve spent two whole years with her, she’s been obsessed with all this Angels stuff ever since she saw you. Now that she suspects it isn’t it easier to break the ice?”

Felix sighs in exasperation, he couldn’t explain how many times he’s had this conversation with the boys before. “I’ve told you before, I wanna keep her as safe as possible,” Changbin opens his mouth to interject but Felix rushes his response knowing what his older friend would say. “I am the danger. We are the danger. You can’t argue with that. Even if it’s only a matter of a few more weeks, I want to postpone this as much as possible.” The boys fall into silence, thinking over Felix’s valid point that they refused to wholly accept.

“What if we train her?” It doesn’t take much for Woojin’s voice to be heard in the silence, each of his friends looking over at him strangely. “We train her to be ready for the danger–whatever you feel this danger is.” 

Minho jumps at Woojin’s suggestion, a metaphorical lightbulb going off on top of his head as he excitedly nods, “That could work–“

“No.” Felix is adamant with his refusal.

“Felix, she’s a fighter. It would be second nature to her. Think about it, we know a bit about what she is, we can train her to use her–“

“God dammit Minho don’t you want to keep her safe too?!” Felix’s exclamation is powerful given the deep bass nature of his voice, “You spent two years being friends–no, best friends–with her, don’t you care about her? Want to keep her as far away from any danger as possible?” 

Minho has a hurt expression as he stares back at Felix in shock of his accusation. The innocent meet-up had quickly turned the atmosphere tense and all of the four present Fallen Angels could sense it.

“We just want to help you, Felix, that’s all we’ve ever done–it’s why we came all this way right?” Woojin runs a hand through his hair in frustration but his voice remains calm. The rest of the boys had confronted Felix about this many times. Felix always opposed, he didn’t want these things touching you even with a 10-foot pole. And though every part of him craved to be with you, he learnt to distance himself from you to keep you safe. Meanwhile, the other boys firmly believed in telling you everything, all the fucked up situations that lead them to this mess and all the secrets people had been keeping from you. You and Felix were soulmates for fuck’s sake, as much as they’d hate to admit it, they’d rather the two of you be playing tonsil hockey or something rather than hating each other.

“You don’t get it,” Felix is shaking his head in denial, standing strong with his stance on this argument.

“Damn right, I don’t get it.” Minho’s voice has a sudden fit of anger behind it, and Changbin is quick to place a firm grip on his shoulder. “If I were you, and if that was my soulmate right there, I would have long since confessed everything. To hell if there’s some looming danger, I’d spend every moment with my soulmate. I’d protect them and I’d train them–have faith that they can handle it.”

“This is my way of protecting Y/N,” the aura is tense as Felix and Minho both take on their supernatural demeanours as a natural grapple for domination. “Y/N is my soulmate, I’ll tell her when I want to. You can do whatever the fuck you want with your soulmate–if you even find them that is.” Felix snarls the last sentence in Minho’s face, the harsh reality of the situation being a trigger as Minho prepares to lunge at his younger friend only to be held back by Changbin. 

“That was uncalled for, Felix.” A hand is placed on Felix’s chest in warning and he traces it back to find Woojin’s stern expression. “We’re happy that you’ve found your soulmate–we really are–and regardless of how we argue now, we’ll always have your back. But that’s crossing the line and you know it.”

Minho relaxes in Changbin’s hold, his body free of the previous tension. Similarly, Felix also takes a deep breath and tones down his aura, the air thinning out as a result. Realisation hits and Felix’s shoulders droop in disappointment as it finally registers to him what he had just said.

“Oh god, Minho I’m so sorry,” Felix groans, his voice a lot softer to convey his sincere feelings. “Guys, you know I don’t mean it like that. I love all of you, I really do, and I can’t explain how thankful I am that you guys are helping me and my soulmate through this. I’m sorry.” His head drops, his gaze now focused on the concrete floor of the cafe. His figure suddenly seems to shrink, his aura much smaller compared to just minutes ago and his older friends are quick to soften up and accept the apology. A pat on the back has Felix looking, his eyes meeting with Changbin and Minho’s who have now moved closer to him and Woojin. A look is passed, especially between Minho and Felix, and the boys know that whatever tension they had just minutes ago was nonexistent. 

“Let’s go home?” Changbin says with a final pat on Felix's back as he helps his younger friend gather his bags.

“Let’s go home. I have another Mario Kart race to win against Felix,” Minho’s voice is light and teasing as he quickly slips away outside of Felix’s range. Changbin and Woojin can only laugh, as they watch Felix chase down Minho down the hallway.

You woke up to the blaring sound of your alarm the next day, unwillingly dragging yourself out of bed to get ready. It was only the second day of college and you already felt dead, great. You used to get up at super early in the morning for high school for five days a week, now even getting up for a 9 AM class every other day seemed like torture–this is what your sleep schedule has come to. Nonetheless, you begrudgingly drag yourself to your 9 AM lecture like a brain-dead zombie with the latest bop playing through your earphones. Surprisingly, even despite your earphones blasting an upbeat EDM tune into your ears, you can hear it–the constant chattering and fawning. Over who? The Big Four boys of course, you could see the back of Felix’s blonde hair bounce with every step he took as he walked across the pathway cutting through the campus garden. He walked without care, as if he didn’t have girls fawning over him, just making the trek towards his first class of the day with his head lightly bopping to the tune his wireless Beats earphones played. 

Seeing him brought you back to yesterday afternoon at the library as you hunched over the table, like every other student sitting beside you, researching myths and legends of Angels and all such affiliated creatures. He looked as ethereal as always, the sun rays hitting every sharp angle of his face perfectly, painting him in the most sinfully ethereal way. It was a wonder how everybody else hadn’t noticed it yet, they all just seemed to accept that men as gorgeous as Woojin, Minho, Changbin, and Felix were human. But you knew better. You were sure Felix was an Angel of some sorts, and considering the close friendship he shared with Woojin, Minho, and Changbin, you presumed it was safe to assume that they were like him. 

You had spent the whole night thinking about this, connecting all the dots and rethinking every moment you’d spent with Minho. Logically, it made sense. Minho had always been the kind of guy to be extra careful as if he was always hyperaware of his surroundings, constantly keeping a look out. He had also willingly approached you and Hyejin as if he had a purpose, sparking up a conversation and a soon-to-be deeper relationship. What his purpose was remained a mystery to you but you’d find out. It had taken a while for everything to sink in, to consider the fact that one of your best friends was hiding a big part of him from you and you wondered if anything was ever real to Minho. But you’d deal with Minho later because first you had to deal with Felix. You had a point to prove, and you also had a boy to chase down.

You hurried along the same path that Felix took just moments ago, your footsteps not as calm as his were as you attempted to catch up with him. You took the same stairs up, turning a corner and coming to a stop just a few steps away from the campus cafe. Surprisingly, a select brave few of those who admired Felix from afar had approached him. You took a few more steps forward, pretending as though you were heading to the display case full of various sandwiches, salads, and muffins. 

"--same Mythology class, right?" The girl standing in front of Felix could barely hold eye contact with him, her eyes would constantly flutter around his face and her hands kept moving in nervous gestures. "I uh was wondering if you wanted to do the Myth assignment together? Prof said we could work in pairs or groups and I thought maybe we could work together? Over a cup of coffee or something?" She flashes Felix a shy smile, her body naturally leaning forward towards him. Meanwhile Felix didn't stray from his usual controlled expression; his face didn't twitch, his eyes never faltered, frankly you were impressed that this girl could still smile with Felix looking at her like that. You'd give her credit for that at least. 

Finally, you hear Felix let out a sigh–not the exasperated one but also not the bored one. It kind of lingered in between, a vague grey area, and it had even you leaning towards the two of them in anticipation. “Sorry, I already started working on it on my own.” For a moment there, the side of your mouth naturally twitched up, a brief feeling of satisfaction filling you before you pushed it away. What was that about?

Continuing to stand in front of the display case, you side-eyed the girl who now seemed to shrink in size at his response. She stammers out an “it’s okay” and “don’t worry about it” before she hurries off. 

“He always does that,” the familiar sound of Hyejin’s voice beside you makes you jump in shock and you face her with a hand on your chest. At your look of disturbance, she continues, “Reject group work invitations, that is.”

“I wasn’t wondering.”

“Of course you weren’t.” Hyejin shuffles past you, talking with the cafe cashier to order a cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin. “He tends to just stick with his own circle of friends, won’t work with just anyone else.”

You follow Hyejin as she moves to the counter, your body turns opposite to her and you lean on the countertop. “You sure know a lot even though you’re just a freshman, huh?”

Hyejin just shrugs, giving you a side glance before smirking. You’d make a bitchy comment but your eyes catch another girl walking up to Felix. She was different, she was confident in her walk as she approached Felix who in turn seemed to hold her gaze. Her aura held a certain power, part of which stemmed from the confidence she held. Hands down, she was gorgeous. Her long hair fell in perfect waves, seemingly air brushed to frame her small face in the most alluring way. Every feature of her seemed to be crafted by God’s hand himself as you failed to find even the slightest flaw in her. Since you had followed Hyejin to the counter, you now stood too far to hear the conversation between Felix and the new girl. You could only see her lips move, as she talked, and Felix’s head bobbing in response. Wait–he was responding?!

“What about her?” You direct Hyejin’s attention to the girl now conversing with Felix with a nod of your head.

“That’s Minji,” Hyejin stands beside you now with her coffee in her hand. “The Big Four don’t just stay within themselves, there have a few other friends too.”

You can only watch from afar as Minji and Felix engage in a conversation, both mutually responsive and invested in each other. You had yet to see Felix interacting with anyone outside of his close-knit group of three other boys. Now he was chatting it up with a girl? You were shocked to say the least, this was the last thing you expected to see first thing in the morning. 

Your line of vision is blocked off by a blueberry muffin placed right in front of your face. Your eyes find Hyejin who is extending the muffin to you in a silent solace. By the look on your face, Hyejin already knew how you were feeling. But did you?

The previously silent bathroom was suddenly filled with the sound of giggling and light chatter when a groups of girls walked in. You were in one of the cubicles, doing your own business, when they walked in. They were loud and seemed to be excitedly discussing something–probably gossip–and you can only roll your eyes. Just when you had decided to exit the cubicle and make your presence known, one of the girl speaks up. 

"So Minji, we saw you chatting it up with Felix this morning, what was that about?" The query ends with some light giggling and teasing before Minji finally responds. 

"Ah you know, we were just catching up." Wow, even her voice was the perfect mixture of soft and seductive. 

"I heard a lot of the girls were thinking of asking Felix to work with them for the Myth assignment." The first voice speaks again. 

"Are you gonna ask him to work with you, Minji?" A second voice makes itself known. So there were three of them–you nearly snort out loud at the cliche. 

"Of course," Minji's voice is as confident as ever, and your mind practically imagines her flipping her long curls as she responded. "I'm the one he's most likely to work with, he's not gonna partner up with any of them."

"Ooh~ Minji's getting ready for battle. Felix is one lucky boy huh?" One of her two sidekicks sing-songs. You hear a hum of approval–from Minji probably–before all three burst into cheeky giggles again. 

God, does this girl not have an end to her self-confidence? She'd crossed the line into narcissistic a long time ago but this was a new low. You felt a burning anger grow in your chest as you heard the three of them chatter on, every other sentence an innuendo that pushed you to your limit. You couldn't allow Minji to pounce onto Felix, you wouldn't let that happen. You had your own plans with him, you had a whole mythological identity of is to uncover you didn't have time for some flirty bimbo to get in the way. 

You slammed the cubicle door open as you stomped out, heading to the sink where the three girls stood. They shuffled over to one end but didn't give you a second look after that and it had you fuming even more. After quickly washing your hands, you left the bathroom in a hurry as you headed over to your second class of the day–Mythology. 

Seeing as it was only a few minutes before class began, you weren't surprised to find the class already half full. People were shuffling in and out the door, moving up and down to find their seats. Pushing the thought of the many peering eyes away, you continued on your way towards Felix. Since your seat was next to him, it seemed convenient enough that you'd approach his direction. You were still a good stretch away from him but he had already made you nervous–your heart fluttering, your breaths quickened, your mind a mess. All your mind could do was keep replaying that moment in the dance studi; the two of you practically a hair's width away, so close you could feel the other's breath fan across your faces, your lips about to graze. It didn't help that Felix looked so good. Again. He had on a thin grey hoodie underneath with a brown leather jacket on top and black jeans. It was a casual look but oh the things it made you feel should be illegal. 

Your brief moment of distraction is cut short when you finally find yourself standing in front of Felix instead of sliding into your seat next to him. You get a sense of deja-vu as you place your hands on his table, a light smack sounding from the hit. It's loud enough to get his attention and a few others around the two of you but not loud enough to disrupt the whole class. You lean forward when Felix looks up at you, meeting your gaze head-on. His face as controlled as ever but his eyes, you could see them shine in hidden excitement as he waited for your next move.

"Felix, be my partner for the Myth assignment." 

Your voice is clear and confident, and Felix's expression cracks to let slip a small smirk. 

Taglist: @cheriehyuck @xnxxdlesx @minhos-boo @ooppssiiee

[harrowingheavens]

WHILE  MY  MUSE  PAGES  ARE  IN  PROGRESS  .

i really am trying hard to find the perfect muse page since i don’t wanna be lazy, but i’m still in the process of doing that while everything else is done, so here are my mains. my selective kids will be in another post. i won’t be posting my private muses for now since i don’t have to, but here are the open kids!

MAIN  .

hansel, bungee, and nemo ( fcs: jeonghan / svt, hoshi / svt, and elkie / clc ): they run a channel called firefly farm and do stupid things that probably end up hurting them or in danger of hurting them, also other things like generally idiotic behavior with a mix of different personalities. these are the main people of the channel, but there are other interns and editors / people who appear on their channel long term, but they are the original squad. hansel’s basically the dad / mom, bungee’s the impressionable brother, and nemo’s the crazy sister.

yomi ( fc: hani / exid ): she runs a popular custom seamstress shop. also often originally designs the clothes she makes for other people. in her ‘i’ timeline, she does underground work like running a system of escorts under the superiority of monarch mafia. in her ‘ii’ timeline or any other ones where it is not specified, she does not do other work than what included her shop. also?? the ‘yandere’ character thing is very ingrained into her character within ships.

koe and caspian ( fcs: vernon / svt and joshua / svt ): uni kids. koe is a drama and theatre student and literally will ignore his grades for it, but he is often forced to at least care a little. procrastination is basically him. caspian is his best friend and a major in literature. both of them are also instagram models who are connected to brands. caspian is a close friend of jeonghwa’s.

flore ( fc: the8 / svt ): ambiguous god of youth, flowers, and spring. also the symbol of nature and spring. because of his symbolism and concept, along with his effeminate behavior and opinions. everyone calls him the goddess flora, so there is debate on whether he is a god or goddess, which he is a full god.

sangwon and hyori ( fcs: sehun / exo and chaeyoung / twice ): sangwon is the ceo of yoo industries and his sister hyori is his executive assistant / secretary. both have different ways of overworking themselves, and both attempt to stop the other from overworking. they are also connected to monarch mafia as associates.

polaris ( fc: yooa / omgirl ): alien, but her species acts as a placeholder of existence. really curious about earth life and is VERY obviously an alien, but everyone just calls her weird and takes it with a grain of salt. no concept of personal space and very touchy. everything interests her. attends uni majoring in dance and drawing. friends with everyone so she knows everyone, also friends with lilith and admires her hard as fuck. basically a puppy and child and obvious alien in one body.

lance ( fc: taeyang / sf9 ): ceo of his family’s confectionery company and head of the ryu house as well. based very loosely on ciel from kuroshitsuji. thinks he’s better than everyone else, probably is. has a demon maid he’s made a connection with. former rivals and now associates of arson’s company. unidentified underground work.

arson ( fc: hwiyoung / sf9 ): ceo of the family’s toy company and head of the tang house. loosely based on alois, but it is very, very loosely based. also has a demon maid, and he’s very much a spoiled brat who throws tantrums when he doesn’t get what he wants. isn’t afraid to harm other people. unidentified underground work.

jangmi ( fc: seolhyun / aoa ): counselor, specializes in family and relationships, but she covers a broader range of issues. kinda hypocritical because she herself doesn’t know how to maintain her own relationships. has major family issues. major workaholic.

niki and chey ( fc: zhengting / 9 percent ): twins. both are popular on social media for their salon works on their accounts and work accounts ( chey: sweetsinclair, nail artist / niki: soursinclair, makeup artist ). chey is really sweet and into pastel fashion.  she also bakes a lot. niki is kinda an asshole and doesn’t deal with bullshit. he’s also big into cooking and eccentric fashion and conspiracy theories.

nari ( fc: undecided for now?? ): starving artist that works at an art gallery as a janitor. used to have anger issues and has grown to be the softest soft you’ll ever know. pastel goth enthusiast. also volunteers at the local orphanage and does a variety of things there: including helping those with anger issues and helping them volunteer as well.

knox and halls ( fcs: minhyun / nuest and wanna one, jihoon / wanna one ): they run a youtube channel with two other people. knox also is a self-employed photographer, popular through his instagram. halls works as the assistant self defense teacher for self defense classes.

chanri and jaeun ( fcs: kang taeri / ulzzang and seungkwan / svt ): they are a paranormal investigator team that also works to help others get rid of the hauntings that plague them ( they ARE amateur exorcists, but that’s not something they do often so it remains amateur. usually it’s not them doing exorcisms because other people are certified and they only have the barest knowledge, but it has come to the point where they needed it ). chanri is the psychic medium of the duo; jaeun is the tech nerd out of the two. chanri also has a side thing of reading people’s fortunes, etc. does this when they work, too.

scottie ( fc: eunwoo / astro ): witch for hire. also works at yejin’s natural, herbal remedies shop. kind of a grouch. he has an older sister he’s very protective of. also has a huge reach of connections.

rikiya ( fc: kenta / jbj ): shrine familiar. with no connected landgod, he is lonely in the shrine his lady and goddess left once humans had abandoned them. he could be childish and immature, but he could also be manipulative ( and the range spans between minor to MAJOR ).

kairi ( fc: yves / loona ): gym teacher and tennis coach for a private school ( from kindergarten to high school ages ) for kids with behavioral problems. former special forces soldier. keeps that from the people in the school she employs within. the students love her, the staff loves her. she only coaches tennis, but she will substitute coach for other sports.

bomae and gun ( fcs: mj / astro and rocky / astro ): best friends and each other’s right hand man. bomae is doing emergency room nursing and gun works within his grandmother’s/uncle’s restaurant. both, though, as much as their parents hadn’t wanted them to, are quickly on their way to becomes very high-profile individuals within the underground world.

taemin and yumin ( fcs: taeyong / nct and chaeyoung / twice ): a government associated agent ( his organization also dips their hands into their own individual work ). close friends with kairi and also has a recommendation to place her within his team. emotional recluse and very aggressive in his social repellent. yumin is his sister, and they are on tense terms. she is a literature teacher, and she’s REALLY a big book nerd. she and taemin do not speak often. she also knows kairi and speaks to her sometimes. since yumin does not speak to taemin and taemin likes to keep it that way, kairi gives taemin updates on his sister. they are both estranged from other family members additionally.

charlotte and caleb ( fcs: nana / after school and jeonghan / svt ): cousins to taemin and yumin. charlotte is on tense terms with taemin, and caleb is a bit of a ditz and isn’t on tense terms with anyone. charlotte is an uprising direction that focuses on vagueness, beauty, femininity, and monstrosity ( brief desc ). caleb works as a match maker, using specific methods and practices that have helped many people. also has others working as socializers and counselors and customer reference in his building. charlotte and caleb are very close, and they speak often ( because caleb always wants to talk and he’s the ‘baby’ so she lets him ). they have enough of a relationship with their parents to have dinners every 3 months with them.

zen and jei ( fc: yanjun / 9 percent and huang zitao ): both are close friends ( along with bonnie who is in the selective list ). they all came to korea together from america and are always busy with work, whether it’s their model work or any other scheduling they have. zen is the dad, older brother of the 3, and jei is the spoiled brat. jei always tries to get people to buy food for him.

seong and theodore ( fcs: jae / day6 and wonpil / day6 ): both are childhood best friends who moved from america. seong is a trust fund prodigy genius that is working as a certified doctor at the age of 25, now 26. theo’s a church boy that goes to church and reads his bible :( he’s a tattoo artist, and he has a shit ton of tattoes on his arms and body in general. generally restricted to his mid section to chest, front and back, and his arms. he also has very fragile health as his immune system is not well. he stays with seong because his parents don’t trust him to be by himself with his health. and he doesn’t mind since seong IS his best friend. they live in a 4 bedroom house. theo gets looks when he wears his arms out and he isn’t self conscious about it, but there are times where people will comment along the lines of ‘your arms look like that and you're the son of a pastor????’ these comments make him uncomfortable. very strong in his faith.

meiqi, manchu, yuma, jaemin, elliot, and daisy ( fcs: elkie / clc, xiao gui / 9 percent, renjun / nct, mark / nct, mina / gugudan ): fraud squad. forgery. cover ups. faked accidents. general underground work you need done? they got it. manchu’s the boss man, meiqi’s the second hand. they all have a family like connection, but they do keep each other at arm’s length.

bones and hyde ( fcs: jungwoo / nct and lucas / nct ): boss man and right hand man of boss man of monarch mafia, which he stole from his biological father. brothers. they both work in hyde’s restaurant, but they are involved in the crime life. faceless leader of monarch mafia, no one knows what he looks like. hyde is basically his guard dog, and he does a lot of his dirty work.

jane ( fc: ren / nuest ):  member of monarch mafia. unashamed pretty boy with anger issues. don’t make him mad pls!! brute strength of monarch mafia. does a lot with issues that are or could get physical. no patience.

dakota and seongja ( fc: bang yongguk and kaeun / pledis ): tattoo artists and work with theodore. softies. all of them, esp theo. dakota also has a crappy immune system and gets sick easily as well as his health being very fragile at times. seongja is a fallen guardian angel / ‘fallen star’ and she keeps track of her person’s life while trying to curve their misfortune into something good. seongja and dakota are best friends.

taeri and taeun ( fcs: jiu / dreamcatcher ): blind twins. their parents are wealthy, but they never give their daughters much attention. they were raised by their grandparents basically. taeri used to stop other people from bullying taeun and does make rash decisions out of her anger. does a special program that will allow her to work as a teacher to those with disabling visual impairment. workaholic. taeun works as a library aide, and she also reads and teaches braille to the children that come for the lessons. she’s also very sof. they live together, but they constantly have aides visiting them to help.

eunja ( fc: jimin / aoa ): works as an online news author, working through an other website / company as well as her own blog. she travels a lot as well. though, currently she’s working and helping at an orphanage her friend and friend’s mother is bringing back. she balances this and other work. basically a puppy? always hyperactive and has energy to spare. very open about her opinions, but she doesn’t like to dissatisfy other people. also a witch that has an affinity for time and relativity, space and matter, etc.

[animequeens]

13: Stupid Lovey Dovey Shit

Hey ok, I keep on saying I’ll be back after my exams but god I can’t bring myself to study. As procrastination I wrote this oneshot inspired by @otakinu and @doromame fan-art of sorina <3. Again if you want you can read this at https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12032457/1/Looking-Through-Our-Hourglass

Soma was never the brightest guy. Sure, he isn’t the idiot that Erina always claimed, but he was a dense guy when it came to anything other than cooking.

Bluntly put, he was never that interested in romance; well at least until he met her.

When he was in middle school, he was too busy competing with his father to notice any girls who were remotely interested in him.

Frankly speaking, even on the day of his transfer exam, even after meeting a certain girl who called his food disgusting, he did not spontaneously become interested in any of the lovey dovey shit – but something did change.

On that day, his sights were no longer focused after his father’s footsteps. His gaze was met with something far more tempting, a pair of challenging violet eyes. It was then, he knew, he would make that girl submit to his cooking; no matter how long it’d take.

Two years later, although he has yet achieved his goal, he did accidentallyfall into the trap he referred to as the ‘lovey dovey shit’ during his younger years.

It did take him a day or two; oh who was he kidding, a month or so to come to terms that his girlfriend was in fact Nakiri Erina – yes, the exact girl who outright called his food disgusting.

The bore of romance that he once completely ignored seemed to consume his thoughts suddenly. His passions were no longer limited to just cooking; but rather revolved around a certain girl with beautiful violet eyes and a smile which always seemed to brighten his day.

Being receptive to this lovey dovey shit had its challenges though.

As much as he hated to admit it, sometimes he preferred if Erina just took her limo out when they went on dates. It wasn’t that he enjoyed the luxurious and overly extravagant lifestyle his girlfriend was accustomed to, but he hated the looks people; precisely young teenage students threw at her when they strolled down the street or when they took a bus together.

But these days, Erina always seemed to insist on travelling in unconventional ways, at least to her, they were ways she never imagined. It all started because of a stupid scooter.

It was a cheerful day when called Erina telling her to come out of her house. They had been dating for a few weeks now and Soma felt like she needed a break from her paperwork no matter how often she denied her fatigue.

When Erina rushed outside, she was greeted with a large grin, and a brand new misty blue scooter.

“What do you think of Yukihira Junior?” asked Soma grinning ear to ear, obviously proud of his new scooter.

“It’s…” Erina hesitated, “quite pretty?”

“Oh, come on,” Soma laughed as he tossed her the white helmet he had brought along, “Junior will be sad to hear such a half-hearted compliment.”

Erina rolled her eyes at his comment but stood still, seemingly unwillingly to put the helmet on.

“What’s wrong,” he asked, looking at her confused before adding, “Oh don’t tell me Miss Erina is too scared to hop on a scooter.”

“Oh, you wish in a million years,” replied a flustered Erina who quickly placed the helmet on her head and hopped on behind him. Her arms naturally wrapped around his waist and she lent in close, her cheeks just touching the back of his uniform.

“Well hold on tight,” Soma laughed, amused by her prideful and stubborn personality. As he took off, he could feel her hands wrap slightly tighter around him, her face pressing harder against his back.

“Open your eyes,” he chuckled, “It’s Sakura season, you don’t wanna miss this.”

“My eyes aren’t closed thank you very much,” replied Erina, slowly opening one of her eyes. What greeted her were hues of pink on either side of the long winding dust road.

Pink petals of all shades fell as they drove past. Before long, both of her eyes were open and she seemed a lot more comfortable with their mode of transport.

“Say Yukihira,” Erina started, “It’d be alright if I took off my helmet right?”

“Well, this is a private road, leading up to your mansion,” chuckled Soma amused, yet relieved that she was finding this entertaining, “I highly doubt there will be any police.”

With his confirmation, Erina took off her helmet eagerly. The breeze brought upon by the movement of their scooter ruffled her hair. Her cheeks were rose-flushed from the sun and its shade was soon deepened by her adrenaline as she stood up bravely, holding only onto Soma’s shoulders.  

“Getting a little wild are we?” asked an amused Soma, making sure to slow down the vehicle given her current position.

“Shut up Soma,” hummed Erina, “don’t ruin such a romantic moment with your sarcastic comments will you?”

It didn’t take long before they reached the end of the road. Naturally, Erina hopped off the scooter, a smile still on her face, obviously satisfied with his little spontaneity.

Well at least until she noticed Soma coughing into his hands unnaturally, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“What is it?” she had asked, completely unaware of the fact that her blonde hair was now tangled with pieces of leaves and sakura petals.

His hands reached towards her hair and picked out a single petal before he added, “nice hair by the way.”

“Don’t tease me,” Erina had replied, her already flushed cheeks turned an even darker shade of pink if that was even humanly possible. She puffed out her cheeks, like a fully stuffed squirrel and looked away embarrassed.

Soma chuckled before he ruffled her hair ever so slightly, “I like you like this though, you look kawaii”

And so ever since that day, though Erina never admits it, she has been hooked on the adrenaline and excitement unconventional travelling brought her. From buses to trams, from bicycles to high speed rails, Erina was like a young child, suddenly exposed to a new world of exciting gadgets.

It didn’t bother him at first, he enjoyed holding her hand as they strolled along the curb walking towards the bus stop. That was until one day he noticed the glances that always seemed to be thrown her way. Although he had submitted to being trapped in the ‘lovey dovey shit’ he referred to as romance, he cannot allow himself to admit to the demons of jealousy.

Well, until when he arrived.

Francis Ducassee, not exactly a transfer student, yet considered a polished diamond no less even at the Totsuki school. The heir to most successful Michelin restaurant chain in the world, son of Alain Ducasse and most importantly, the student body president of Ecole de cuisine Alain Ducasse. His arrival caused ripples of excitement at Totsuki, not only was he a ‘noble’ in the culinary world; he was hot.

As a VIP of course, Totsuki appointed the very best to be his escort during this stay at Totsuki, none other than the granddaughter of the headmaster, the owner of the god’s tongue.

“I have to go,” whispered Erina, her chest still heaving from the passionate kiss they had just shared, “first day, important schedule.”

“You can’t leave your boyfriend here alone to fend for himself,” replied Soma tightening his grip on her waist, his gold eyes pleading, “You know how scary sensei can get.”

“Please, I’m sure you can manage without me,” chuckled Erina before she wiggled her way out of his embrace. She walked hurriedly towards the door before stopping abruptly. Running back, she placed a soft peck on his cheek adding, “I’ll see you tonight.”

After school Soma received a quick text from Erina saying: Hey sorry! I can’t make it tonight, I know we said we’ll go watch the new movie but grandfather wants me to accompany Francis to this event. I’ll make it up to you another night ;)

Soma chuckled at her message undisturbed. He understood her pressure and the burden the name Nakiri brought upon her shoulders and he wasn’t some douche bag who would get upset over a cancelled; or rather re-scheduled date.

“Did you hear,” one girl started, “apparently, Francis is here because his father wants him to take Erina’s hand in marriage.”

Soma’s ears perked at the mention of Erina.

“I heard the same thing too,” the other girl nodded, “I saw them walking out of school together, they look so compatible…I guess it’s just natural for a princess to end up with such a handsome prince.”

“He did look so hot,” giggled the other girl as they walked away.

Soma stood there silently, trying to digest the information he had just received. Sure, he knew they were just rumours – stupid ones no doubt, but the name Francis was starting to rub off wrongly on him.

The next day, Erina showed up to school, Francis walking beside her. The pair looked like a couple from a fairy tale, eliciting whispers from everyone around them.

When Soma finally bumped into Erina during their lunch break, he noticed Francis being there too.

He seemed like a shadow glued to her every move.

He irked Soma further when his eyes danced dangerously over Erina’s body, gazing particularly long at her creamy thighs under her now far-too-short-skirt.

“Yo Nakiri,” he had said gazing at his girlfriend, “I was just about to ask you to have lunch together.”

“Oh, sorry Soma,” Erina looked down apologetically, “Francis actually wanted me to show him around the green energy plant around the school.”

“Ah,” laughed Soma before he scratched his head lightly, “I’ll just catch you later then.”

“yeah!” she replied, “we’ll keep in contact.”

As Erina turned to walk towards the east corridor, Soma’s eyes were met with a pair of challenging green eyes, one gloating its victory.  

If he wasn’t an important guest to both Totsuki and Erina, Soma would have probably punched him in the face by now; or at least had a shokugeki with him.

It has been a month since Francis’ arrival and during this time, the time Erina and Soma had spent together were far and few. It was hard to organise a time to see each other when Francis seemed to follow her every move, coming up with absurd and constantrequests which required her company.

Soma’s patience and limits were finally exhuasted when he overheard another conversation, a month into Francis’ arrival.

“You know I was partners with Francis today in my French class.”

“No way! Damn why are you always so lucky?”

“You know what he told me when I asked him if he was dating Erina Nakiri!”

“What? Tell me Maria.”

“He said…”

“God enough with the suspense.”

“He said they were dating and he already slept with her. He told me he is basically her fiancé now.”

What a load of bullshit - were the only words that rang in Soma’s mind.

It was one thing to challenge him. He couldn’t care less if Francis believed he could win Erina over by sticking to her like a piece of bubble gum. He didn’t even care if the whole school thought the pair were dating. But it was one thing to attack him, but it was another and completely different thing if he were to spread rumours about Erina. He had to beat up this guy’s entitled high horse ass.  

It didn’t take long for him to make it to the French class he knew Erina would be attending.

“Francis Douchebag, or whatever your name is,” he said as he busted into the classroom, his eyes looked disgusted as they met his green ones, “I challenge you to a shokugeki and I will put my expulsion on the line that if I won, you will never set foot in Totsuki for the next two years.”

“Interesting proposal,” chuckled Francis, “Dear Erina has told me all about the traditions of this school and the unique art of culinary battles. I will accept your proposal on these conditions and on the basis, that the shokugeki will be French cuisine based”

Furious would be an understatement when Erina heard his proposal.

But she would be lying if she said she didn’t sigh in relieve when Soma beat Francis to his own speciality in a full swept 3:0 fashion.

Once the battle was settled, Francis was almost immediately ‘escorted’ out of Totsuki, his voice indignant as he complained about the bias of the judges.

Erina one the other hand stormed out of the convention centre almost immediately after the conclusion of their battle; her absence quickly picked up by the red-head.

When he finally caught up to her, they were already half way across the campus standing outside rows of empty classroom.

“What were you thinking?” she asked, her hands on her hips.

“I was thinking of you,” said Soma unapologetically, “I can’t tolerate him spreading rumours about you.”

‘That doesn’t mean you put yourself on the line,” yelled Erina, “You know Totsuki is basically everything to me, what would happen to you, what would happen to us if you were expelled!”

“I wasn’t going to be,” he replied softly as he took a step closer, “I was thinking about you when I cooked and I feel invincible when I do.”

“Just because you feel that way doesn’t mean it’s the reality Soma,” she replied sternly, her eyes averted from his, unwilling to meet his gaze.

“You know what else I was thinking about?” Soma added as he stroked her cheeks softly.

“It sure is a surprise that more than one thing can go on in your head at a time,” grumbled Erina.

“I was thinking…” He trailed off his eyes looking dangerously at her. Erina flushed at their close proximity when he suddenly sandwiched her between the cold walls of this empty hallway and his warm body.

“What,” she questioned, trying to focus her thoughts on his words rather than her embarrassment. God, she hated the way she blushed so easily.

“I was thinking your skirt is too short missy,” Soma concluded, “I hated the way Francis looked at it and I dislike it when other guys look at you in that way. This sight is mine and mine only. So, my next proposal at the next elite ten meeting will be proposing a compulsory length for female uniform.” He looked at her hungrily before his lips crashed onto hers. Sucking on her bottom lip as he pulled away he added, “and your objection has been denied.”

[raafes]

“I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.” — Richard Siken.

► GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Raafe Morceli.

NICKNAME(S): Rafa.

AGE / DATE OF BIRTH: 27 / June 19.

GENDER: Non-binary (they/them).

CRYPTID SPECIES: Ghoul.

NATIONALITY: American.

HERITAGE: Lebanese.

OCCUPATION: Hypnotist.

SEXUALITY: Queer.

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Jade Hassouné.

HEIGHT: 6′1″.

WEIGHT: Lean.

DOMINANT HAND: Ambidextrous.

HAIR COLOR: Natural black, dyed dark blue.

EYE COLOR: Dark brown.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Both ears pierced.  

► BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: New Orleans, Louisiana, USA.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Metzger’s Menagerie.

EDUCATION LEVEL: Bachelor’s Degree. 

FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS:

MOTHER: Adeline Morceli (deceased).

FATHER: Farez Morceli (deceased).

SIBLINGS: Hani (older brother, deceased), Guita (older sister, deceased), Imman (older brother, deceased), Qateel (older brother, deceased). 

► EXTRA INFORMATION

JUNG TYPE: INTJ.

ENNEAGRAM: Type 7.

TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine.

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil.

COMMON ARCHETYPES: The Trickster.

SIN: Greed.

VIRTUE: Diligence.

ELEMENT: Air.

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Ravenclaw.

TROPES: Kubrick Stare. Affably Evil. Better the Devil You Know. Hungry Menace. The Revolution Will Not Be Civilized. Driven to Villainy. Face of an Angel, Mind of a Demon. Charm Person. Creepy Long Fingers. Deadpan Snarker. 

► THINGS DONE:

Broken a bone | Gotten stitches | Had a near-death experience | Invented something | Been hungover | Kissed someone | Slow danced | Been in a long-term relationship | Had sex | Had sex and regretted it | Had a one-night stand | Had a threesome | Experimented with their sexuality | Had a kid | Gotten married | Self-harmed | Been in a play | Received an inheritance | Been in a ship wreck | Lost a loved one | Been dumped | Dumped someone | Smoked | Gotten high | Been slipped something in their food/drink | Won a contest | Won an election | Joined a sports team | Gone skydiving | Gone hunting | Been in a band | Had a job | Been fired | Been in a wedding party | Owned a pet | Seen a ghost | Skipped class/work | Learned an instrument | Gotten a noticeable scar | Sued someone | Been robbed | Been mugged | Been kidnapped | Been sexually assaulted | Been brainwashed/hypnotized | Gone more than one day without eating | Had a recurring nightmare | Been bullied | Bullied someone | Seen someone die | Attempted suicide | Been tied/chained up | Shot someone | Stabbed someone | Saved someone’s life | Cheated on someone | Been cheated on | Been betrayed | Been in a fight | Been arrested | Been to a funeral | Had surgery | Broken someone’s trust | Gotten a tattoo | Used a fake name | Been tortured | Been abused | Been blackmailed | Had an attempt on their life | Gotten away with a crime | Gone on a road trip | Been in love

► HABITS:

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

► KNOWS HOW TO:

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive stick | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | draw | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give CPR | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | write in cursive | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | wrap a gift | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read Morse code | pick a lock

[nebulastep]

Sing Me a Song Chapter 2: Acapella Bonding

Description: He was pissed off, to put it mildly. Nothing that some music cannot soothe.

Notes: A chapter a long time in the making (mostly because of procrastination on edits). I had trouble channeling Roman in a way, and figuring out exactly how I wanted this to go. I  hope you enjoy and that I always appreciate feedback! Thank you for reading! Let me know if you want to be tagged or want to be removed from the tag list!

Tags: @obviouslyelementary​, @dan-yuna​, @deafinatelyfangirling​, @killerfangirl3, @ec-sanderssides

He remembers that he was sitting by a stream a little while later tracing something random on the ground with his (now partially-chewed) stick. Though, unlike usual, his scrawls had a lot of weight in them, creating some ditches in the dirt. Not that he could see  clearly what he was doing anyway, as the sun was setting.

How dare that... thing take my stick! It is mine! No one elses'! The nerve of her to get her disgusting slobber on it! It took way to long to wash off!! I should have given that … that.... orange-furred cretin more then just a pound in the face...

He paused his scrawling.

that.... human... was it? I haven't seen one... since..........

He closed his eyes. He remembered when he first saw them. He was scared. Everyone acted so calm though. She was so calm. Reassuring. The warmth that surrounded him, everyone surrounding him, was reassuring. The word human though.... he doesn't remember where he got it. Maybe from the humans themselves.

That monster was with the human... Some beings choose to be with humans.... I know this.....

He rubbed his head with one hand.

Flashing lights. There were flashing lights every now and then. She was unphased. He was always startled by them. They could be dangerous after al-

He froze in place. He heard something quiet but clear. Where was it coming from? It was so... familiar. It was like the sound he heard and made so many times before. But... it was different..

He got up, stick in one hand, using his ears to follow the sound to its source.

As it got louder and louder he could hear it was of a lower register then he was used to hearing. As he got closer, a smell hit him... it was nice... but intense.

He eventually peaked through a bush to find another clearing.

It was that human again, with the cretin, and a buck-toothed purple creature. Both were sitting with him by a fire with some container above it emitting steam. The human was looking at something in his hands. Whatever it was, it looked delicate.

The sound was clearly coming from the human, though his mouth wasn't open. He didn't know that any other creature was capable of making such noises.

The tune was unfamiliar.  Was this invented by the human? It was beautiful, whatever it was.

He continued to listen to this human, discerning that it was following a structured tune that would repeat patterns at certain intervals. He backed away from the bush, letting his eyes close. He felt the tune entering and relaxing him. He dropped his stick, and started to rock on his feet and spin around slowly. Without really thinking, his voice started picking up the tune, and he began to hum along.

To him, it sounded... warm... like he was with her again, getting ready to go to sleep. Or dancing under the lights at night. It was peaceful. Like nothing could break it.

“Yaaaawwwwnnnn ” *lip smacking*

His body immediately tensed as his eyes snapped open. His gaze met with the purple creature, whose head was poking through the bushes. She was lying on her stomach and resting her head on her paws. She looked at him with bleary, tired eyes. He jumped into an attack position and pointed at the creature.

“How did you find me, buck-toothed demon? You will rue the day for having crossed my path!”

“Yaaawwwn” *more lip smacking*

She will attack at any moment! My tool is lying a distance away! I need to get it or I will be defenseless! I need to form an attack plan! I need too-

“You.... are Prince.” The creature said slowly, blinking her eyes.

Prince.... the humans would sometimes say that before the lights flashed... it is what they called me.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “How would you know that?”

“Thomas has been mumbling to himself about 'finding Prince' …. yaaaaaaawwwwwwnn.....all day. Also,” She slowly looked him over. “Foster was going on and on about a white Igglybuff who took her stick.” She shrugged.

He body puffed out as he pouted. “If you are referring to the depository of drool and teeth, she  was the one who committed thievery! She took my stick from the spot I left it in,” As he said this he pointed to the direction of the spot he left it in.  “and she would not give it back to me until I took it by force!” He showed the hand he pounded the cretin with and looked the creature in front of him dead in the eye, “I would not advise making the same mistake!”

“Seems likely” she said as she shrugged again. “Foster does.... yaaaaaawwwwnn... that a lot.” She scratched her ear with one paw “She can sweet though.... impulsive, but sweet.”

He looked at her blankly. Why is she not responding? If she wants to fight, why isn't she fighting? If she doesn't, why doesn't she run away? This doesn't make any sense!

She leisurely looked in the direction of the human. “Thomas loves singing” She said matter-of-factly,

Singing. Is that the word for it?.... yes... it is...

“You.... yaaawwwn... you like singing, too.” She said.

It wasn't really a question, but he nodded anyway.

“Your voice... is nice.”

He didn't quite know how to respond to that. He just started dumbfounded. The silence stretched between them.

“... Thomas has been saying something about a Queen. Is that about you too? ” She asked suddenly.

The humans called her Queen.

As soon as that thought entered my head, he puffed up and glared. “WHAT BUSINESS IS THAT OF YOURS?!?!?!?! HOW WOULD YOU KNOW ANYTH-”

“Pizza? Is everything alright?”

The creatures ears perked up. She turned her head  so that one ear was towards the human. As this happened, he ran towards his stick.

“What are you doing over there, girl? Dinner is almost ready.”

She got up and stretched. As she made her way to turn and leave, she looked at Prince once more. At this point he had gotten his stick and was pointing it towards her with a threatening expression. The creature only blinked slowly in response.

“Pizza? Come here!”

Her head turned a bit towards the voice, with her eyes still on him. She moved her eyes towards the human and back to him a few times.

He tilts his head. She more obviously tilts her head in the human's direction and exits through the bushes.

He slowly lowered the stick. He felt his heart pick up. A chill went down his spine.

They know her... I should be with her... and they know her...

Before he knew it, he went through the bushes.

“Pizza! There you a-....”

The human (apparently called “Thomas”) stared at him, clearly shocked. Thomas had a tool of a different material in one hand and a smaller container in the other.

Prince approached, chest puffed out, stick held high. The orange cretin from before (apparently called “Foster”) lifted her head and looked before jumping on her feet and growling.

Before Prince could respond, the creature (apparently called “Pizza”), was in front of the cretin, chattering her teeth.

The cretin  gave him a hard look before settling back down. Pizza resumed her place by the human, before looking at Prince and gesturing with her head towards the fire.

Still in an attack position, he approached slowly before settling down by the fire a few feet away from Thomas.

Thomas, who had been watching this exchange, placed down the open and steaming container by Pizza. Thomas moved back, taking out two more containers and started putting something in them that was steaming, putting one of them in front of  the cretin, who immediately put her head into it. Thomas looked looked down at the container in hand before moving towards Prince, who immediately pointed his stick at the human. Thomas then moved slowly, placing the food as close he could without being too close to the stick.

Prince looked at the container suspiciously, putting down the stick and, picking it up with both arms Whatever was  in it smelled good.

Is this food? Why is this human giving me food? Is this some sort of trick?

He tilted the container towards his mouth and licked the food quickly.

…. if its a trick, it tastes good.

Prince looked up from his container at the human, who now held a container of his own and was eating it while looking at the sky, glancing at Prince every now and then.

Prince kept his eye on the human as he continued eating.

There was practically no noise as they ate, excluding the chewing, fire crackling and occasional yawns. This was eventually broken a little while after everyone had finished and had set aside their bowls. The human, looking at the sky, let out a sigh, before taking in a breathe.

I know you I walked with you Once Upon a dream

The tune from earlier... the human was humming this earlier. He immediately felt himself relax. He didn't know the words though.

I know you That gleam in your eyes Is so familiar a gleam

He felt himself rocking back and forth. He remembers

Yet I know it's true That visions are seldom what they seem

At some point, he had started singing along with the tune without noticing. The human looked at him and smiled.

But if I know you I know what you do You'll love me at once The way you did once upon a dream

As they continued to repeat the song, their voices mixed and floated into the night sky, he had not heard yet. Prince felt the warmth seep in and relax him even more. He doesn't remember when he fell asleep, but he remembers seeing her in his dreams.

[mintcrash]

ok so I haven’t written anything in many mnay years, but procrastination and too Many Comics can do strange things.

Just some drabble which forms some coherent one-shot I guess.

Damian never liked Tim,but after this, he will never forgive him.

Basically Tim has to monior Damian in some ‘mandatory dress training’. Damian is cute and angry, Tim is a good brother, and Dick is less so.

~1800 words, literally don’t know what I’m doing, mindless fluff and poofy dresses.

—

Damian doesn’t know what to do. Damian Al Ghul: Robin, son of Batman, heir to the League of Assassins is absolutely stunned. He’s faced assassins, demons, beasts of unfathomable proportions. He has come so far in his few short years that immortals would be seething with jealousy. He came back from the dead, and he doesn’t know what to do. Trained by the world’s greatest, and here he stands, Tim Drake having frozen him in his tracks.

“You want…I’m sorry Drake, but what?”

“You heard me.”

“Drake, of all thi- this is ridiculous-“

“Yeah, well it’s a compulsory part of the training, and now you’ll fit into it, so get over here and put this on right now or I’m calling Dick.”

“-Tt-,” he scowled as he eyed Tim, glancing between his brother’s innocent, amused expression and the object of questionable origins in his arms, “You would enjoy this, you-“

Tim’s hands went up defensively, a film of glitter gracing his forearms. “Nuh-uh you stop looking at me like that right now demon child. This was definitely not my idea and I just want to get back to my case so if you wouldn’t mind-”

Damian snatched the pile of hoops and fabric from him. Honestly. What kind of family is this. “Well then, whose idea was it?” He struggled to turn the pale pink mess over in his arms, barely catching glimpses of the layers of tulle sticking out from what was presumably the bottom.

“Nobodys! I swear, this is actually a part of training,” Tim grimaced, ignoring the laugh building in response to Damian’s disgusted face, “Bruce makes all of us do it, but seeing as he’s overseas, Dick’s busy, and Jason’s who-knows-where, I’m in charge of…this.”

Damian wasn’t convinced. He could see Tim’s mouth twitching in that insufferable face he made whenever he had something to do with something unpleasant. He’s lying. It had to be some kind of sick Tim Drake joke. After all this time, he should be forced to wear, well, this. Despicable.

“For what possible reason – “

“Hey - don’t get me started runt.” Tim sauntered past the table, grabbing his coffee before planting himself in the nearest armchair with great satisfaction, falling into what looked like the least comfortable position any human being could manage. “I had to learn how to walk in it. Dick had to learn how to dance in it.  And – holy cow- Jason­ knows how to seduce anyone in it, so I’m sure that you, with your mighty mind can master all of that and more. Hey, I have to say though, it is easier than sitting in a pencil skirt, but doesn’t make your butt look nearly as good.”

Damian stared as Tim serenely sipped his coffee. He’d been through heels, and the cursed pencil skirts, but this? He stared at the pile in his arms with distain.

“Why does it have to be pink.”

“Hm? What was that?”

“I hate you Drake.”

  ----

  Two hours, a torn underskirt, a snapped hoop, a broken zip and four fake bras later, Damian Wayne finally came into the lounge so that Tim could assess him.

“Finally, took you - woah”

Damian’s cheeks flushed. He was used to being critiqued and hunted by his insufferable brother, not flattered.

“Well? Stop staring you trout, do I pass?”

His mouth just hung open. What used to be his little demon brother actually looked, well, really good. His hair had been ruffled from wrestling with the dress, which somehow made him look even better. The dress managed to frame his lithe, false-breasted body exceptionally. Alfred was probably the only reason it was still in one piece, and the old, pristine fabric of the training gown caught the fading light perfectly. A river of fuchsia sequins rippled like a tail down the centre, framed by black velvet stripes. A black collar complemented dark sleeves, flowing from a high-waisted pale pink centrepiece, ending in a thick black ribbon. From this stemmed a pink hoop gown, the rich satin glistening in the fading light from the half-open curtains.

Dang, his brother looked better than he ever did in that thing.

Snapped out of his musings by a sharp -tt-, Tim hastily responded, “It, uh- the colour…really, brings out your eyes, I guess.”

“Really Drake? Am I that good that I don’t require any real critique?” Damian swished, hands falling in a naturally petite manner to his hips.

Tim had to hold back a snort. “Well, if you really want to know, you’re as ugly as ever, and need a wig. Your hair is shocking. And your shoulders – I can tell you’re a little self- “

“I am n – “

“Don’t interrupt me, princess. As I was saying, you’re self-conscious. You’ve got to hold your shoulders back, puff out your chest a little - no not like – agh wait, lemme, more like this, see?” Tim stood as close as he felt was a safe distance to the dinosaur in a dress, but pulled himself into a ballerina stance. “It’s like someone’s drawn a string up your spine, yeah that’s a little better, but don’t be so tense, relax your shoulders a little. Yes. Much better.”

Tim continued to give instruction and Damian let himself relax a little. The dress wasn’t all uncomfortable. Besides, there was no denying Drake thought he looked good. At least a little.

After learning to walk, especially up and down stairs holding the length of puffy fabric, Tim called for Alfred to bring in the shoes. Combining them with the dress proved to be…difficult, but he only stepped on the hem twice, and that was because he was trying to stand up and the dress just got everywhere once you sat down.

Dancing was a lot harder.

“You know-“

“Yes, of course I know the waltz, you dimwit. And I am not dancing with you, no matter how much ‘practice’ anybody insists I need.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.” Tim sat back into his observing station, nursing his third coffee of the day, taking note of his brother’s movements.

“You’re doing the girl’s part, remember.”

“Shut up”

“…Keep your back straight, you’re losing-“

“Mm”

“…Relax those shoulders princess.”

“-tt-“

  ----

  Asides from the occasional misstep in the heels, which left a few new holes in the first layer of the skirt, and his tense shoulders, Tim thought Damian was more of a natural in the dress than any of them had been, except maybe Dick.

“Are we done now?”

Turning his head from a fresh brew, he sighted the pile of fabric sprawled on the furthest armchair. The second pair of heels had been kicked off and a light sheen of glitter rested with them on the floor nearby.

“Sadly, no.”

“What?!” The pile twisted as Damian almost fell on the floor, “You said one more dance-“

“Until I’m done, you still have something else to do.”

Damian’s face could probably boil water, but Tim wasn’t finished. “After this, you can remove the beautiful dress and reclaim your natural demon state. Besides, a normal gala usually goes for at least another twenty minutes. Put on that one pair of heels which you actually liked, and I’ll give my final assessment.”

Damian tutted, pulling on his shoes and staring daggers at his brother before finally straightening up and twirling one more time.

“Fine. Just…hurry up.”

Then Dick walked in.

He froze. Damian stiffened. Tim grinned.

“You…little…”

“DAMI!”

Dick spread his arms wide, soggy hair from his after-work shower flicking drips behind him as he bounded up to his little brother. Damian braced himself for whatever was coming.

“Damian it…you…it’s perfect! You look amazing!” He turned to Tim, “How’d you-“

“With a lot of patience.”

Both smiled like maniacs as Damian suffered their compliments.

“Oh Darlene, your dress is stunning tonight.”

“Oh Diana I love your shoes!”

“Dmitri, that colour really brings out your flawless skin.”

“And your eyes!”

“Did he get the posture right?”

“Most of the time”

“Dami, relax your shoulders-“

“So.  I’ve.  Been. Told.”

“Oh you have to give me a walk. Come on, just one? I promise I will never talk of this –“

“Shut up. I will, only because I want this torment to end sooner.”

So, Damian did. He glided flawlessly up the room, twirled liked only the finest of socialites, then turned to see – Grayson’s Phone. Abandoning any hints of walking, Damian pulled up the dress, revealing a half-on shoe. With a quick and expert flick of his ankle, it flew off and landed violently on the camera. Tim snorted, sharing a quick smile with the youngest. Dick just looked hurt.

“Aww, come on Dami! It’s compulsory for everyone to have documented photos of all important training events. Besides, Bruce needs photographic evidence of this occasion.”

“Shut up, Grayson. I swear if you show those to anyone I will slice your hand off.”

“Well, I think that about covers everything now.” Tim interrupted before Damian actually attacked anyone. He stood, and with the straightest face and most serious voice he could muster, said, “You have my permission, as your supervisor for this training session, to get out of the dress, until such time comes that it is needed for mission purposes. Also, I’ll have to write all this down, but you really need to work on relaxing your shoulders.”

Damian’s sour expression turned to Tim, “Drake, if you mention this to anyone, I will have a good reason to cut off your coffee supply for a week.” He turned with great flair, radiating an attitude fitting for his outfit, and stormed into the next room.

“Oh, and Damian?” Dick called before he slammed the door behind him, “Just remember, with the whole relaxing your shoulders thing, think of it like swordplay – you only tense before you strike. And if you do ever have to wear one of those, at least you’ll be prepared. Plus, Bruce had to have this training too, so-“

“Wait, what?!? Father had to- “

“Ohohoho yes he did.” Dick’s phone was back up as he searched for the ‘compulsory photographic documentation’.

Damian stalked over as fast as he could, hoisting the dress.  Tim rolled off the couch too. He was not going to miss this.

“He thought he should try it out when he made me do it. Justified it as ‘needing practice’ and ‘learning from a woman’s perspective’, but I don’t think anybody his size needs to put themselves through something they obviously can’t pull off. Now where’s…ahah!”

The room fell silent. The air was concrete as Dick held in the fiery laugh building in his chest.

“Is that-“

“Yes.”

“Gets me every time.”

“In pink-“

“Oooohhh yeah.”

“You know it.”

Damian was disgraced. Tim was choking back his laughter. Dick was…well, Grayson was beaming in the background of the photo, wearing the same dress Damian had on now. It…complemented his Father’s.

“Oh he really cannot pull that off.” Tim commented.

“I KNOW, right?! He kept telling me it was for experience but honestly I think he was just enjoying himself.”

Damian snuffed, “-tt-, he needs to relax his shoulders.”

Tim and Dick shared stunned glances before Dick mumbled, “Guess it runs in the family.”