#please stand by while i pick which name spelling to officially tag him with in this blog lmao

[vaggieslefteye]

HELLUVA BOSS (2020—): 2x08 - "The Full Moon" ↳ "Blitz, I think so very highly of you... I didn't realize you think so low of me. ...Goodbye, Blitz." "Stolas, wait! I'm s—!"

[literaryfic]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: 빈센조 | Vincenzo (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Vincenzo Cassano | Park Joo Hyeong/Hong Cha Young Characters: Hong Cha Young, Vincenzo Cassano | Park Joo Hyeong Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, vincenzo leaves, set five years after he left sk, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, vincenzo and cha-young are exes, they were in a relationship before, Fake/Pretend Relationship, jealous!vincenzo, Jealousy

THANK YOU SO MUCH TO @trynatalktou FOR BEING THE BEST BETA I COULD’VE ASKED FOR. THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO HER!

Summary: Time stops, or so it seems. Vincenzo is petrified, beautiful statue of a man turned into stone. Her eyes follow the high bridge of his nose, the sharp angle of his jaw and the curves of his slender hands gripping the coffee mug. Ah, she thinks. This is how Pygmalion fell in love with Galatea.

listen to this spotify playlist while reading if you want to suffer

Cha-young doesn’t dream that night; she barely sleeps 5 hours before she finds herself knocking on Vincenzo’s door at 6 am. She can’t help it, being in a room just underneath his, so close after all those years apart. Yet, she doesn’t want to show him mercy. She’s here to torment him, the way his absence had tormented her for years. Maybe she wasn’t thinking clearly, maybe she probably shouldn’t seek him out first, or at all. 

In reality, Cha-young knows damn well that she’s trying to find an excuse to be with him, not that she would ever admit it to anyone. 

So there she is, pounding on his door at 6 in the morning. He stands there, wearing one of his expensive pyjama sets, dark circles sitting under his eyes. She can’t quite tell if she’d woken him up or if he hadn’t slept yet.

“Did you even love me?”, she greets him. Good morning is overrated anyway. 

He sighs, letting her through. “You know that.” 

“No, I don’t. I don’t know anything anymore, Vincenzo.”

She stops in her tracks, the world suddenly spinning around her. He’s standing behind her, a mere arm length away. She’s stuck in his gravitational pull, a planet orbiting around its sun. The sharp sensation of her nails digging into her palms is enough to get her moving. She sits on the couch, the same one she’d sat in just a few hours ago. 

“I did. I do.” He clears his throat, looking away. “Love you, I mean.” 

She nibbles on her lower lip, trying (and failing miserably) to ignore his use of the present tense. He loves her, still. She shakes her head. 

“Well, you seemed to be living well without me.”, her expression turns sour. Was it love to hope he’d grieved her loss as much as she had grieved his? 

Vincenzo finally settles in the chair facing her, running a hand through his hair. “There was a point where I wasn’t sure… I wasn’t sure if I would make it.” He winces. “During that time, my only salvation was knowing each day brought me closer to death.” He looks at her, gaze so intense it pierces right through her heart. 

She scoffs, “And I’m the dramatic one, huh?” 

That gets a laugh out of him, and suddenly they’re back where they first started, complicit smiles and knowing looks - them against the world. 

“Coffee?” he asks, eager to keep up the pleasant atmosphere. There’s still a lot that needs to be said, but she relaxes her shoulders, welcoming the lighter turn their conversation is taking. 

“Yes, please.” 

He busies himself with the instant coffee, that same yellow brand he’d gotten hooked up on while they worked together. “So what have you been up to, exactly?” 

“Jipuragi Law Firm just opened a new office in Busan, things are going well. It’s nice, we get to help people who need it. Probably not as exciting as being in a mafia war or whatever.” 

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he gives her a cup of coffee and sits down next to her on the couch. There’s a safe distance between them, but there’s no point trying to shush the deafening beat of her heart. “Your father would be proud of you, Cha-young-ah.”

“You think?”, she sips on her coffee. She looks up from her mug, only to find him examining her face. His lips curl in a soft grin, and Cha-young thinks that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad if she kissed it. 

The loud ringtone startles her out of the daydream, and she’s not sure if she’s supposed to be annoyed or thankful. She picks up the phone. “Mmh. Okay. See you soon,” she drags out the last word, using the endearing tone she reserved for those closest to her. Mr. Kwon, her assistant, was asking her to eat breakfast with the team. 

“I have to go.”, she tells him, getting up from the couch. 

He takes her mug from her, “I didn’t realise you were here with someone.” 

She hears it loud and clear, in the way he fakes nonchalance and keeps his voice cautious. He’s asking her if she’s with someone and part of her wants to reassure him that No. There is no one else beside you. But then she thinks of the countless times where she’d cried herself to sleep, memories of them echoing into her mind and his absence carving a hole into her heart, and she can’t help herself. He had wounded her fatally and it was her turn to injure him. 

“Mmh.”, she’s not lying, technically. She’s there with someone, with people actually, just not in the way he means. 

Time stops, or so it seems.Vincenzo is petrified, beautiful statue of a man turned into stone. Her eyes follow the high bridge of his nose, the sharp angle of his jaw and the curves of his slender hands gripping the coffee mug. Ah, she thinks. This is how Pygmalion fell in love with Galatea. 

The empty mug drops to the ground and the spell is broken. Brought back to life, Vincenzo collects the shattered pieces of the cup, and of his heart, too. “Is he a good person?”. Unlike me, he means. 

Cha-young has to remind herself that he deserves this, that this is his fault. “Mmh”, she repeats. “He is.” 

He’s back to the coffee station, his back to her. “I’m happy for you.”, his voice is tight. 

“Thank you.”, she’s almost at the door when she stops. “Maybe...Maybe we could be friends.”

He turns around, finally facing her. The distance between them, from one side of the room to the other, feels insurmountable. 

“Perhaps. If that’s okay with you.”, he answers. 

She doesn’t know what to say, so she stays silent. Is it possible for them to be anything else other than a tragic ending? 

“Perhaps. If that’s okay with you.”, he answers. 

She doesn’t know what to say, so she stays silent for a while. Would it ever be possible for them to be anything other than a tragic ending? 

She finally settles on a simple, “See you around.” An open ending, then. 

She’s cursing herself out the moment she leaves the room. What was she thinking? Cha-young had just lied to Vincenzo about being on holiday with her imaginary boyfriend. No, she corrects herself, she had simply misled him and he should’ve known better. 

She could picture it already; his aggravating smirk, raised eyebrows and insufferable “Oh, is that so?”, after she’d have to inevitably come clean. If only she hadn’t been so impulsive. Vincenzo would figure out her motivations the moment she’d admit to the lie; she wanted to see him jealous, to make him think she was doing better without him, that she was over him. He would see through the façade she had worked hard to maintain. 

Flushing at the thought of the colossal humiliation she would suffer, Cha-young scolds herself. Focus. This was a war that she needed to win. Like a general preparing for battle, she squares her shoulders and summons her most loyal soldier.

“Hey, it’s me. I have a favour to ask. Can you be my boyfriend for the next two weeks?” 

<>

At 37 years old, Kwon Ji-hwan considered himself to be a resilient man with a good head on his shoulders. In the four years he has been working for Ms. Hong, carrying out tasks outside of his job description was far from rare. Those included, but were certainly not limited to: picking her up after she’d drunk too much, infiltrating a yoga class to seduce a corrupt official’s wife, impersonating a law enforcement officer and hijacking an ambulance. In Ms. Hong’s vocabulary, a “favour” almost always meant something illegal. Despite her… methods, Ji-hwan enjoyed working for her greatly. The hours might have been long but the satisfaction of winning against the odds of powerful corporations made up for it. Also, the pay was really good. Still, as used to her antics as he was, he would’ve never expected her to ask something so absurd of him. 

Sitting there, in Ms. Hong’s hotel room (which, by the way, was way nicer than the regular ones she’d gotten for her employees), Ji-hwan cannot believe what he’s hearing. 

“Let me get this right,” he says, adjusting his glasses with his index finger. “You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend in front of your ex, who you’re obviously still in love with even though it’s been FIVE years—” 

“Yah!” 

“—because you want to make him jealous. Did I miss anything?” 

“That pretty much covers it.”, his boss replies, not even bothering to look ashamed. He looks at her, shaking his head. “So, will you do it?” 

He sighs, “What did this guy do to you for you to be so hung up on him after all this time?” 

He was not expecting the sorrow on her face as she answered, “He was there for me during the worst times of my life. We went through hell and back for each other. And then, one day, he left without saying anything.” 

“Wait, just like that? He didn’t even break up with you?” Ji-hwan raises his eyebrows. 

“Nope”, she accentuates the ‘P’. “He simply wrote ‘Live well.’ on a napkin and I never heard of him again. Until now.”

He scratches the top of his head, “What a fucking jerk.” She laughs, it’s rare to hear Ji-hwan swear. Finally, he rolls his eyes. “Fine, I’m in.”

“Yes, I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She’s doing her little victory dance now, shaking her hips in the least graceful way possible. Like every time his boss convinces him to blur the line of what is morally acceptable, Ji-hwan is regretting this already.

“If I said no, you would have threatened to fire me anyway.” 

“You know it.”

[luke-patterson-owns-my-soul]

The Interview: Part One

Title: The Interview - A Luke x Reader One Shot

Words: 3,177

Summary: Y/N gets to interview Sunset Curve when they finally go on tour near where she lives.

TW: None

Author’s notes: Ok… the interview part is kind of inspired by a glorious evening when myself and a friend got to interview our favourite band just before a gig. I was much clumsier that Y/N and made a complete fool of myself on more than one occasion, but it seemed to have worked because they loved the interview – or so they told us.

I hope you like it. I’m not 100% with it, but didn’t want to drag it out for the hell of it. This is set in the UK, so spellings may be a little different.

(credit @nikascott​)

The first time you heard Now or Never, you knew there was something special about Sunset Curve. Their lyrics and the beats of their pop rock tracks made you feel amazing and you couldn’t help but dance every time you heard them.

You spent all your time online anyway, so you decided to set up a Sunset Curve fan account. You didn’t expect much to come out of it due to bein in the UK while they were based in the US. But you religiously shared photos of the guys, wrote funny articles about them after speaking to people who’d been to their shows. Shared credited photos from gigs which soon got you respect from the fans and you began to build up a following.

You managed to fit running the account single handed, fitting it in between being at university studying for your degree in media and working part time. You’re not in it for the recognition, you just want to show your appreciation for a band you love.

Your best friend, Carrie, doesn’t get it. She doesn’t understand how you can spend so much time expelling energy on four guys you’re never going to meet, but she indulges you because you also run one for her band, Dirty Candi. Your friend and the rest of her group are insanely talented, and even though they’re not a genre you tend to listen to, you support them because that’s what friends do.

It’s been a year since you’d first heard Now or Never and since you set up the account. You’ve amassed over ten thousand followers, most of whom are also in the UK, when you get your first band member follow. Bobby Wilson, the rhythm guitarist likes a post you shared about him and promptly follows you. You get constant likes from him and sometimes the odd comment. Your followers go insane but you manage to keep calm, ish.

The second follow is Alex, the drummer. This time you do go a bit crazy, because he’s adorable and you can’t help be a little in love with him.

It takes less than a day after Alex’s follow before the bassist, Reggie to follow you and send your notifications into overdrive by commenting on a ton of posts. You scream into a pillow on your bed because it’s 2 a.m. and you don’t want to wake Carrie up.

The one follow you’re waiting for doesn’t come. Luke Patterson, the lead singer and your favourite member hasn’t joined his bandmates, and while you never expected it, you’re more than a little upset by the fact.

“Honey, he’s like a Rockstar. He’s got more important things to do than follow fan accounts online.” Carrie was right, but it still stung a bit.

“I know, but…”

“Y/N, sweetie. I adore you, but you need to let it go. I don’t want you working yourself up over this, please. Why don’t we have a girlie night, just the two of us? We’ll watch cheesy films, eat junk food, and sing bad karaoke. No phones.”

“I love you, do you know that?” I told her.

“How could you not?” She flicked her pastel pink hair over her shoulder with a laugh before going to prepare snacks while I got the lounge ready for an evening of lazing around.

:: ::

Halfway through The Greatest Showman, Carrie falls asleep, so after you cover her over with a blanket, you pull your phone out of the box she hid it in and scroll through social media.

         |Hey, @SunsetCurveFansUK did you see this??

Included in the message is a link to the official Sunset Curve account. You click on it and there’s a note from the band. Announcing a UK tour. You begin to hyperventilate as you try and prevent yourself from screaming out loud, but it doesn’t work and you let out a loud squeak, waking Carrie up.

“What’s wrong? Y/N, are you okay?” She sounds worried, so you shove your phone at her, unable to speak. “Oh, wow. This is cool. Start saving because I know you’re gonna want to go to every show.”

“Yes, yes I will.” Getting to your feet, you do a crazy dance around the small lounge of your apartment, making Carrie laugh. You only realise at the last minute that she’s recording you. “Don’t you dare post that online.” You warn her.

“Too late, sweetie. It’s already on my story and I tagged the band.”

“I hate you. Worst friend ever, I think I’ll advertise for a new one.” You grumble, making her laugh as you settle down on the couch to catch up on everything you’ve missed online.

:: ::

When tickets go on sale, you’re disappointed they guys are only doing four dates in the UK, but you buy yourself a ticket to all of them. Sadly, they don’t offer up any VIP tickets because they’re running contests for fans to win them for each show. Their tour manager, Trevor – who also happens to Bobby’s dad – has messaged your account asking if you’d like the opportunity to interview the band as a thank you for all the work you’d put into promoting them.

“Oh my God, Y/N. You’re gonna meet the band, your favourite band.” Carrie is grinning, happy for you as you stare at the message on your phone screen in disbelief. “Are you going to reply?”

“I… er… what is going on?” You stare over at your best friend who’s grinning widely at you. “This is a joke, right? Someone’s pulling the ultimate prank on me, aren’t they?”

“Y/N, look. For over a year, you’ve been pimping out those guys like crazy. You’ve increased their fan base here, which has made them want to tour here, and now they’re offering you this amazing opportunity. Take it and run with it, You deserve it.”

At her words, you reopen the message and reply to Trevor, saying you’d be honoured to do the interview. Then you freak out.

:: ::

The night of the first show and you’re hovering outside the venue waiting for Trevor to come and meet you once the guys finish their sound check. You can faintly hear the strains of Now or Never, and you get goosebumps. Thankful you’re nowhere near where the queue to get in is growing longer and longer, you start to pace outside the door. It suddenly opens outwards, making you jump, and Trevor’s head appears before behind it.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, hi.” You hold out a hand for him to shake, surprising him and yourself with how composed your voice sounds. He shakes your hand and then motions for you to enter the venue.

“Great to meet you. The guys all love your account.”

“That’s amazing to hear.” You make conversation as you follow Trevor through a maze of narrow corridors.

“Are you ready?” He asks as you approach a closed door. You can’t help but hesitate, making him look back at you in worry. “Hey, are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, it’s all just a bit… overwhelming.”

“Look, they’re great guys, as normal as they come. There’s no need to feel nervous around them.” He smiles at you and pushes open the door, gesturing for you to enter. “Guys, this is Y/N from the UK fan account. Go easy on her, okay?” Once you’re fully inside the room, Trevor leaves and closes the door behind you.

“Hey,” Reggie speaks first as they all stand up. You shake hands and instantly feel at ease. “We all love your account, it’s very honest.” He’s clearly referring to your review of their last album where you openly said you weren’t a huge fan of a couple of the songs. It was an integrity you were determined to have on the account. You didn’t want to be seen as the type to blow smoke up their asses just because you were a fan.

“Thanks. I love running it. It keeps me busy and out of trouble, apparently.” You laugh as you pull a fold-up tripod out of your bag and set it up to record the guys for your account. “Do you mind if I film the interview?”

“Go ahead.” Alex waves his hand for you to continue. Once you’re set up, you pull out your journal with your questions written in.

“Hey, Luke. That looks like your journal.” Bobby comments, making the lead singer smile. So far, he hasn’t said much and it’s putting you on edge. Especially as he’s the only band member who hasn’t followed your account. Maybe he hates what you’ve done online. Trying to ignore the doubt, you press record on the video and start to ask the questions.

“My final two questions were submitted as part of a contest I put out to my followers. First up from Ellie is ‘if you could give the others a tattoo, what would it be and where?” As you’d hoped, the response to this question is all four of them bursting into laughter as Reggie’s face lights up.

“I pick Luke and would definitely get my face across his back.” You laugh at his enthusiasm. “Maybe if I get him drunk enough, I could at least get my name somewhere.

“Dude, there is no way I will ever have your name, any of your names, tattooed on me.” Luke grinned at them. “I’d probably get Bobby a dick, on his forehead. Just because it would be hilarious.”

You know Bobby is known as a bit of a womaniser and you’ve heard rumblings in the fandom that he’s slept with fans after shows, but you keep quiet as the guys laugh. Bobby picks a rainbow for Alex and Alex picks a cowboy hat for Reggie.

“Okay, the final question is from Sarah and her son Henry. ‘If the zombie apocalypse hit, who would be the first to die.”

“Reggie.” Three out of the four spoke in unison making the bassist pout and you laugh.

“But, we’d try our best to save him.” Alex pipes up, smiling at his friend. “We’d at least try to stick together, but if it’s a choice between me and them, I’m picking me every time.”

“That’s me finished,” you stop the recording. “Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to sit with me. I really appreciate it.”

All four guys reassure you it’s been their pleasure and that they enjoyed the interview which pleases you as it took you almost six weeks to think of questions that they hadn’t been asked hundreds of times before.

“I’ll leave you guys to get ready for the show. I need a drink.” You stand after packing everything away and move toward the door to leave.

“Hey, Y/N.” Reggie’s voice calling your name makes you turn back to face them. “We put together a little goodie bag of merch for you as a thank you for all the work you’ve done in helping promote us here in the UK.”

“Oh, you didn’t need to do that.” You’re blown away and speechless. “I do it because I enjoy it.”

“And it keeps you out of trouble?” Bobby winks at you. Unsure how to react, you smile a little, positive it looks more like a grimace. You take the overflowing bag and clutch it in your hand.

“Hey, we need a selfie.” Alex says, pulling his phone out of his pocket. You suddenly find yourself between him and Luke, Alex’s arm slung over your shoulder and Luke’s hand resting on your waist. All you can feel is the head from his hand as you look at the camera Alex is holding out in front of you. Once he’s done, you take a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of Luke before stepping away.

Another round of thank yous and you leave the room and close the door behind you. Then realise you have no idea which way to go.

“Hey, you okay?” Luke’s voice makes you jump.

“Yeah, I just can’t remember the way out.” You’re embarrassed to admit, but you have to meet up with Carrie in the queue. She’d finally agreed to come to at least one of the shows with you, but only one.

“It’s a bit of a maze, here’ I’ll show you the way.” Luke falls into step beside you, his shoulder brushing yours in the narrow space.

“Thanks, you don’t need to do that.”

“It’s no problem, I’m on a drink run for the guys anyway, and the bar’s this way.” He shrugged, his shoulder once again brushing against yours.

“Well, thanks again. And for doing the interview, I hope it wasn’t too much of a chore.”

“Nah, it was fun. I’ll admit, I wasn’t sure what it was gonna be like at first, but you had some great questions.”

Silence fell and you start to feel awkward walking through the venue with a guy you’d crushed on from afar for well over a year. Eventually, the maze of corridors opened out into an area you recognised.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you later, at the show I mean.” You feel like a complete idiot.

“Yeah, it should be a great show.” You give Luke a small wave and make your way towards the door where a member of the security gets ready to let you out.

“Y/N?” Luke calls out. You turn to look at him. “Do you want a drink?”

Stunned, you kind of freeze to the spot you’re standing in. After a moment, Luke mumbles something and turns to walk away.

“That would be great.” You call out, knowing Carrie would kill you if you said no. You return to Luke’s side and follow him into the space that would soon be filled with fans. The stage was set up with their instruments and you can’t help the shiver of excitement that goes through you.

“Are you cold?” Luke asks.

“No, I just had a chill.” Before you finish speaking, he’s pulled off the flannel shirt he’s wearing and handing it to you. “Honestly, there’s no need. I’ll be fine.”

“Y/N, take the damn shirt. It’s cold in here and you’re in a tank top.” He insists with a laugh.

“God, you’re pushy.” You snap at him playfully as you take the shirt and slide it on. It’s still warm from him wearing it and you resist the urge to bury your nose in it.

“What do you want to drink?”

“Just a beer is fine.” You pull some money out of your purse, but he waves it away as he hands over a card to the bartender.

As you take a sip of cold beer, your phone chirps with Carrie’s ringtone.

“Sorry, I have to take this.” You pull your phone out as Luke asks the bar tender to take three of the bottles to the rest of the band. “Hello?”

“Where are you? The doors are opening soon.” Carrie’s voice is almost drown out by the noise around her.

“I’m just finishing up, I’ll be out soon.”

“Was Luke as dreamy as-”

“I’ll be out as soon as I can. Bye.” You cut her off, worried Luke will hear her question and shove your phone away again. “Sorry, my friend’s in the queue. I really should get out there.”

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” You go to put your almost full bottle of beer on the bar. “Take that with you. You can’t waste good beer.” You laugh and slide the bottle into the sleeve of Luke’s shirt to hide it from the security staff as the two of you walk over to the door. “Hey, it was nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too.” The two of you lock eyes for a few minutes before you remember Carrie. “I… I better go. Break a leg tonight.”

Before he can answer, you’re outside with the door slamming closed behind you. You take a deep breath to try and calm your racing heart as you walk around the building to find Carrie.

:: ::

“Where did that come from?” She asks, pointing to the shirt, as soon as you join her. You look around to make sure no one’s listening. You don’t want to be overheard.

“It’s Luke’s.” You whisper, laughing as her eyes widen in shock. Even more when you pull the bottle of beer out from the sleeve and take a long drink from it.

“When we get inside, you are telling me everything. But especially how you came out of an interview with the lead singer’s clothes on.”

Before you can answer, a cheer goes up near the front of the queue as the doors open and security begin letting the fans in.

Slowly, as tickets are checked, the queue moves forward and you’re finally at the front. The security guy recognises you and gives you a smile as he lets you and Carrie inside.

The first stop is the cloakroom so you can check in your bag and the goodie bag the guys gave you after the interview. Then Carrie drags you to the bar and starts pumping you for answers.

“How did the interview go? What took so long? Why did you come out wearing Luke’s shirt and carrying a beer?”

“Woah, slow down.” You order a couple of shots for the two of you from the bartender who served Luke earlier. He waves away your money, explaining you’ve been added to the bar tab the guys have running to your surprise and Carrie’s giggles. “The interview went really well. The guys responded so well to my questions and I took a selfie with them. Oh, shit. The photo’s on Alex’s phone.”

“Oh, really?” Carrie raises an eyebrow at you.

“Do you want me to tell you or not?” You move away from the bar so no one can overhear you. When you’re certain you have some privacy, you fill her in on what happened after the interview ended.

“Holy shit, Y/N/ I think you’re in with a chance there.”

“Carrie, no. He’s a bonafide Rockstar, who lives like thousands of miles away. I’m a student from London. Don’t get carried away. He was just being friendly.”

“Oh, sure. Because all rockstars offer their shirts to fans and buy them a beer.” She looks at you, a weird look in her eye as she orders another round of drinks. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Trevor the tour manager walking toward you.

“Hey, Y/N. I was asked to give you this.” He hands you a slip of paper before melting away through the crowd toward the stage.

“What is it?” Carrie askes as you unfold it. Written in the hardest writing you’ve ever had to decipher is,

Meet me backstage after the show? Luke.

You don’t know what to think, but Carrie crows like a damn rooster, attracting attention from other fans around you.

“Just being friendly, huh?” She hip bumps you, “I’m coming with you to the other shows, I need to see this unfold with my very own eyes.

Read Part Two here

[lailyn]

Stephen stepped out of the portal, expecting to be assaulted by a flurry of arms anytime now, but they never came. He looked around. The living room was empty.

Their house was never silent. Between Tony's music and the noises of his trade, the clangs and bangs were a normal part of Stephen's life now, one he took comfort in every day. 

And more recently, ever since a bundle of heavenly mischief by the name of Loki joined in the cacophony, it made rolling out of bed in the morning that bit harder, and coming home every evening easier.

He had been blessed, not once, but twice in the search for true love.

Stephen walked down the stairs toward the basement and true enough, he found one of them hunched over a table, hard at work. 

He watched Tony for a while before patting the Cloak of Levitation a few times; he could almost sense its disappointment as the sentient relic flew to give them a moment to themselves.

"How was work today, hun?"

Engrossed in his latest project, Stephen could barely hear Tony's mumbling through his welding helmet. Which was a shame because Stephen could have used a welcome home kiss or two, on the account of his very -

"Shitty day," he sighed. "It's that time of the year again. Wannabe witches and wizards dabbling in things they can't understand. I have to sweep in and clean up all the mess."

"You do it very dramatically though."

Stephen could just see the outline of Tony's suggestive grin through the visor. "The sweeping in."

Stephen only snorted. "You're one to talk. You spent hours talking over the latest colour scheme for Mark XXVII in bed with Loki yesterday when you two were supposed to be sleeping. Green and red? You'll look like a flying Christmas Tree."

"Hey, that was private pillow talk!" Tony protested with an embarrassed chuckle. "It's all about aesthetics, darling. That's why I insist I walk in the middle when we're on the streets."

Tony had a habit of not looking where he was going most of the time, so it was only natural Loki and Stephen be his eyes on the road. Stephen had never really wondered about it, and Loki never really minded getting hit by a car or two in Tony's stead, but now that Tony had brought it up...

"Yeah, what's the deal with that?"

"Ever watched Mean Girls?" At the blank look on Stephen's face, Tony tried again. "Charmed? The one from the 90s, not the reboot?"

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about and I know everything."

"Pretty things always walk in threes, Stephen. And the prettiest one always walks in the middle." 

With a smirk, Tony slid his visor down; he turned the music up and purposely turned his back in the hope that Stephen would miscontrue it as a 'Do Not Disturb' sign. 

"Where's Loki?"

"He's around somewhere," Tony mumbled. "Go look for him, would you? He's going to think we don't care."

Stephen only chuckled and gave Tony one last peck on the top of his head. "Come find us when you're done."

"Will do."

Tony waited until Stephen's form disappeared up the stairs before picking up his soldering iron once more.   

In truth, Tony simply did not want Stephen to see what he was working on.

He may be a little late to the bandwagon but wearing one's lover's colours? Into battle? Tony was sold. Besides, he was only taking a page out of Renly Baratheon's book. 

(Who, according to Loki, had taken to wearing the stag of Baratheon in the fight against his brother Stannis, but in the colours of House Tyrell, obviously an homage to his lover Ser Loras.)

In Lokispeak, that meant Tony'd better be wearing Loki's colours the next time they went into battle together. And Tony Stark was not going to be outshined by a fictional character.

Mark XXVII was going to have the most gorgeous chest plate in metallic navy blue. 

(Because hello, two lovers! Beat that, Renly!)

It matched Stephen's Sorcerer Supreme costume perfectly, and Tony could not wait for the next villain to show up so he could show it off. 

---------------------

The energy signature powering up the wards around the house was strong, indicating that Loki had not left the house, but for some reason, Stephen could not find him anywhere.

He searched high and low, up and down all three storeys of the mansion, but there was neither hide nor tail of his mercurial lover. 

When the search had gone on long enough that pangs of worry were beginning to collect in the pit of his stomach, Stephen knew he had no choice but to resort to magic. 

He began to panic when reading a strand of Loki's hair (he always kept a few on him for moments like this) brought him right where he started, in the middle of an empty living room that felt bigger than ever now that he was utterly alone. 

Okay. Loki was officially missing. 

He was about to raise all hell when he remembered that there was another locating spell he had not tried.

It worked!

Stephen followed the mage light as it led him somewhere into the bowel of the house. He grew more and more curious as the mage light took him down a long hallway, the end of which only had a utility room where they would do the occasional laundry.

Then he saw it, the outline of a sleek Bombay cat inside the washing machine. 

"Oh, Loki…"

It seemed to be sleeping, comfortably ensconced on a small mountain of towels. 

Stephen opened the front load washer and carefully extracted it from its fluffy throne. 

The cat blinked blearily, its eyes a familiar, brilliant green. It meowed in hissy annoyance but settled almost immediately when Stephen held it to his chest. 

"What's the matter? This isn't the place to sleep," he admonished gently, scratching the cat's chin. "It's very dangerous, you know. One of us could have turned it on by mistake."

The cat pawed its way up Stephen's chest until they were eye to eye.

The hovering mage light illuminated the intelligence behind the cat's eyes, as did the Inuit kiss Loki gave Stephen's nose. 

Stephen chanted a word to close the loop on the spell, and the mage light turned into a wisp of golden smoke that disappeared into the bell dangling from Loki's neck.

Stephen fussed with the slightly askew collar to fix it when the pads of his fingers brushed against something; he turned the fine leather outward, revealing the silken lining inside. 

If found, please return to S&S, it read in gold stencil letters. 

He chuckled, remembering the first time Loki shifted and the argument that had ensured between him and their worrywart of a boyfriend.

"What does S&S stand for?"

"Why, Stark and Strange, of course."

"Why can't it be Strange and Stark?"

"Don't you know your alphabets, Doctor? A comes before R."

"Loki thinks it stands for Stephen and Stark," Stephen said triumphantly.

Tony wished he could look into Lokitty's eyes but he had to fasten the collar and check the fit before he could get it engraved, diamond-encrusted, and of course, magically and electronically tagged. "No, he doesn't. And why do you get to be Stephen, and I'm Stark?"

"It was your idea. I'm perfectly happy with S&T." 

Stephen had never been a cat lover, but for Loki he could make an exception. Loki made such a fine, handsome feline. 

"Alphabetically and perfectly happy. Yes, yes, I am." 

"What's all this?" A pair of arms snaked around Stephen's neck from behind. "A party in the laundry room and I wasn't invited?"

Tony then noticed the bundle of fur in Stephen's lap. "Is Loki alright?"

"Yeah. He's just bored."

"And hungry." Loki rematerialised, and now instead of a furball, he was a tangle of arms and legs that quickly held Stephen down in place, but Tony felt equally grounded, such was the intensity of his glare. "You promised we would go fonduing."

Stephen burst out laughing. "Loki, I don't think that word means what you think it means."

"What are you talking about? Of course it does!" Tony leaned forward over Stephen's shoulder to give Loki an apologetic kiss on the lips. "Cheese or chocolate?"

Loki's eyes lit up like gems. "Oh goodness, is it my turn to choose?"

"Of course it is, Princess."

Loki nuzzled his forehead against the underside of Stephen's jaw like he had spent too long in cat form and forgotten to hard-reset to factory settings. "Hmm. I feel very spoiled now. I can't decide."

Like Tony, Stephen too was getting better at deciphering Lokispeak. "We'll do both. Cheese for dinner, chocolate for dessert."

Tony raised an eyebrow. "That's very decadent of you, Doctor. I'm impressed."

"Wouldn't hurt to indulge once in a while."

Stephen stared at Loki's lips and imagined them dripping with cheese, and surely chocolate, later. "It's a convivial affair, fonduing."

"It warms my cockles when you talk dirty," Tony sighed happily.

"Cockles?" Loki's face fell. 

"Just a saying, darling." Tony held out a hand for Loki to take, and hoisted him out of Stephen's lap and off the floor. 

He addressed his next question to his partner who was taking his time picking cat fur off his clothes one by one, no doubt to store away for safekeeping. Every bit of Loki was magic after all.

"Shall we? I forgot to feed the cat today," he said sheepishly.

"That's why it's 'Stephen and Tony', Stark," the Sorcerer Supreme said proudly, and wasted no time demonstrating why. His portal opened up onto a nondescript sidewalk, and across the street was one of Greenwich Village's well-kept secrets, a hidden treasure trove of restaurants and cafes. 

"There!" Tony pointed at a sign that said 'The Melting Pot' in big, flashing letters. 

"Watch out for traffic, Tony," came Stephen's customary warning, but Tony was way ahead of him.

With one hand, Tony grabbed Stephen's hand, "Mine." Then he grabbed Loki's with the other. "Mine."

"All mine," Tony said possessively and pulled them both in.

Together as one, they crossed the street, with the prettiest (arguably) one in the middle, as always.

"Wanna get matching tattooes later?"

"Tony!" "Stark!"

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Facing the Unknown

Characters: Spencer Reid x Winchester!Reader, Jennifer Jareau, Derek Morgan, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, demons

Word Count: 3,583

Warnings: supernatural/criminal minds crossover, angst, fluff, nothing too bad

Summary: A case pops up to the infamous BAU city. Demons doesn’t mix well with real FBI agents, but you manage to save them all just fine.

Squares Filled: crime scene for @cmbingo // flattery will get you nowhere for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo // bleeding through the bandages in @badthingshappenbingo // enochian for my first heaven and hell bingo card // case fic for @heavenandhellbingo​

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You can figure out a lot of things: why you don’t have the body you really want (you love pizza too damn much), why Dean doesn’t like to talk about his feelings (daddy issues), why Sam drank demon blood (Ruby made him do it), and why you can’t ever stop hunting (there will always be monsters). The only things you can’t figure out are angels and demons, more so the former.

Out of all the monsters you’ve dealt with, angels are the worst. They have a tendency to stick their noses in everyone’s business whether they are involved or not. Demons have a reason to do the exact same thing: they are spawns of Satan himself so they love to cause trouble and chaos. Angels just do it because they have nothing better to do. The only angel you like is Castiel, and even then it’s 50/50.

You’ve learned to love hunting. You know you’re going to spend the rest of your life doing it, so you may as well get along with the lifestyle instead of fighting it. Sam and Dean have learned the same lesson as you, so you’re not fazed when Sam says, “so get this”. You’ve adjusted to spending a few hours dedicated to sleep that having back to back hunts don’t even faze you anymore. However, this hunt, this specific hunt, has already drained your batteries and you’ve just started.

You stare at the dead body in front of you inside the morgue. There are three dead bodies with Enochian carved into their skin. Each of them is males and each of them has the same symbol on their chests. Castiel swears the angels have nothing to do with what’s been happening in this small town. Only men have been dropping dead for no reason. The angel thinks the demons are responsible for it, but you don’t know why they are carving Enochian symbols on their chests. They must be getting ready for some kind of ritual or spell, but Castiel doesn’t know what kind of ritual or spell that would need Enochian symbols on humans.

“How many more people have to die for us to understand what these demons are doing?” you ask with a sigh.

“This symbol means to summon death,” Castiel informs.

“Summon death? What, they can’t use speed dial? What do they want with Death?” Dean asks.

“If I knew that, then we would be able to stop them,” Castiel says. “However, the demons aren’t showing themselves until it’s too late. If we are going to try and stop them, then we need to get inside their heads before they make their next move.”

“Well, we have pictures of everything, so I say we grab some take out and beer, and think about this at the motel,” you suggest.

“I second that,” Your eldest brother grins.

“Shotgun!” you yell as you race to the car.

“Hey!” Sam scoffs.

“Sorry Sammy, you snooze you lose!” you stick your tongue out at him and get in through the passenger side.

After everyone is in, Dean peels out of the parking lot and heads straight to the best burger joint in this city. Something you and your brother like to do is to scope out the best burger places before starting the case. You’d cruise with him throughout the town and gather intel from the locals before trying the top three. The best, so far, has been Joe’s Burger Joint that has the juiciest meat you’ve ever tasted. You’ve begged the owner to give you the recipe so that Dean can make it back at the Bunker. However, he hasn’t given it up just yet.

Once you have the food in your possession, Dean heads back to the motel room. Castiel doesn’t eat (that’s another thing you couldn’t figure out) so he just sits on the bed while you and your brothers take up the small tab;e by the window. He’s staring intently at the pictures while you eat your burger. The TV is on a news channel, but it’s at a low volume so it’s not too distracting. You thought it was a good idea to put it on in case there might be another death regarding your angelic symbols.

“I can’t believe you don’t like meat, Sammy,” you groan after swallowing the delicious bite.

“I do like meat. I just don’t treat it like it’s going out of style,” he says in disgust as you and Dean scarf down your food.

“More for us,” Dean says with his mouth full.

It’s all smiles and jokes now until you get a glimpse at the TV. On the news is a headline stating there has been another body. However, it’s all the way across the fucking country. All the deaths so far have been in Texas, so why is there a new one in Virginia?

“Guys, look,” you state once your mouth is clear of food.

All heads turn to the TV and you turn it up.

“FBI officials have stated that the recent deaths in Texas may be linked to the newest one. Authorities haven’t commented on what’s been going on, but that doesn’t stop the public from speculating. There are a bunch of questions still left to be answered, so all we can do now is wait. Jim, back to you,” the female reporter states.

“Why are they targeting people in Virginia now?” you wonder.

“Maybe we’ve been looking at this wrong. Maybe it’s not the town they are interested in, but the people,” Castiel says.

“Let’s hope that by the time we get there the FBI hasn’t already contaminated the crime scene. I may act like one, but they are the real dicks,” you scoff.

“I can get us there in a few seconds if you prefer,” Castiel stands up.

“That’s one of the very few good things about you,” you smile. “No offense.”

“None taken.”

“Okay, let’s get this show on the road,” Dean declares.

Dean made Castiel bring baby along since he didn’t want to be thousands of miles away from her. It was a lot harder to conceal a big fucking car as it appears out of thin air, but Castiel picked a good spot to go to. The crime scene isn’t that far from where you are, and you’re thankful you got dressed in your FBI get up before leaving. You know you’ll be here for the rest of the night, so you went online and bought two rooms at a small hotel that’s near the crime scene. One for you and the other one for your brothers. Castiel doesn’t need one since he doesn’t sleep. It’s best to think ahead.

Dean rushes over to the crime scene which is thankfully still intact. A handful of FBI agents are still inside, but it looks like most of the general population has lost interest. There is only one standard FBI car in the driveway, so you’re not too worried about having to trick only a few of them. Your surrogate dad is only a phone call away if these guys question who you are. You get out of the car and make your way inside.

“When I said that the FBI are dicks, I forgot to mention hot because damn, he is fine,” you whistle lowly to your eldest brother when you spot a very attractive agent in the room.

He has brown curly hair that looks a little messy, but a put-together messy. He’s very tall but not as tall as Sam. He’s probably the same height as Dean. You can’t hear what he saying to his fellow agents, but you can hear the sound of his voice. It’s not deep at all, but it does make your knees weak. You have never seen a more perfect human being on this planet. If things go south, then you’ll be sure to protect him.

“Keep it in your pants, sister,” Dean grumbles just as one of the agents noticed the newcomers.

“Who are you?” a black man asks as he reaches for his gun.

He, the very attractive man, and a petite blonde woman all stare at you, the angel, and your brothers.

“This is a closed crime scene,” the blonde woman says.

“We’re agents Barry Young, Frank Bartley, Madison Grey, and Jason Brown. We’ve been sent here to check out the crime,” you state and show them your badges as does everyone else.

“We weren't informed of another team coming down here. You mind if I speak to your supervisor?” the black man asks.

“Sure,” you say and hand him Bobby’s card.

He takes it and steps off to the side.

“Who are you guys?” you ask.

“I’m Jennifer Jareau, that’s Derek Morgan, and this is Dr. Spencer Reid. We’re from the BAU right here in Quantico” the blonde says.

“Ooh, the cute one has a cute name. And he’s a doctor,” you grin.

“Excuse me?” Spencer stutters.

“You’ll have to excuse her. She can’t seem to put a cork in it,” Dean chuckles.

“What?” you scoff and turn to Spencer with a sweet smile. “So, what are you a doctor for?”

“It’s PhDs, actually. Three of them, not a medical one.”

“So, if I collapsed right here and now, you wouldn't give me mouth-to-mouth?” you pout teasingly.

“I know CPR,” he mutters and you just smirk.

“You’re cute when you blush,” you comment and turn to Jennifer. “I hope he’s not your boyfriend.”

“No, I’m married,” she chuckles.

“Do you have a girlfriend, doctor?” you ask.

“No,” he chuckles.

“This must be my lucky day then,” you grin.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” he states.

“Then I guess I’ll have to work extra hard for your attention.”

“I don’t know who you guys think you are, but you’re not FBI,” Derek says when he steps back into the room.

Both Jennifer and Spencer tense when they realize you’re pretending to be FBI agents.

“That’s a federal offense, do you realize that?” he says with a hard glare.

“Look, we can explain,” Dean starts to say.

However, every single light in this house turned off, shrouding you eight in complete darkness. The only light available is coming from the moon outside.

“Are there more of you?” Derek demands to know and takes out his gun.

“They’re here,” Castiel says.

“The demons? Why?”

“I’m not sure. We’re on their territory.”

“Okay, listen,” you turn to the real FBI agents. “We’re not FBI, but we are going to save your life if you listen to what we say. These bodies that have been turning up are because demons are carving Enochian symbols on these people’s chests. We don’t know why, but they’re up to something big. So, for your safety, listen to what we say,” you explain quickly.

“Like hell we’re taking orders from you,” Jennifer growls.

“Castiel,” a demon says from the corner of the room where the body is. “Surprised to see you here.”

“You’re carving Enochian symbols. Of course, I’d be here.”

“Where did he come from?” Derek demands.

“Okay, we need to go. Please, just follow me,” you urge and grab Spencer and Jennifer’s wrists.

You drag both agents to the door but stop short when another demon pops up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he chuckles and walks inside.

“This battle is between you and me. Let them go,” you glare.

“I don’t think so,” he growls.

He clenches his right hand into a fist, and your throat starts to close up. He raises you off the ground using his demonic powers, and you have no choice but to take it.

“You see, we have a few more people to claim as our own, but I can see you brought us some toys to play with,” he grins maliciously.

“How is he doing that?” Spencer whispers to his colleagues.

“Go to hell,” you bite back.

“Been there, done that. But I’ll send you,” he laughs and throws you across the room and into the dining room table.

“Leave her alone!” Spencer yells and raises his gun at the man. He shoots him in the head, but it does nothing. The host inside the body is already dead. “What the hell?”

The demon uses his powers to lift all three people and throw them in the same direction as you. They collide with the wall in a loud thump.

“No!” you grunt and force yourself to your feet.

“What the hell is that?” Derek yells.

“A demon! I wasn’t lying before. They’re here for the body. My brothers and I are hunters. We deal with this shit all the time. Come on, follow me!” you urge and help them up.

They don’t argue with you after seeing what just happened. You lead them to the kitchen and rummage through the cabinets until you see the salt. You grab a few containers and gather the agents to the middle of the room. You begin to pour a circle around their feet despite them yelling at you to tell them what’s going on.

“Just stay in here! Do not pass over the salt line. They can’t get you in here. I promise,” you beg.

“That’s not going to stop me from getting to them,” the same demon grins from the door.

“Dean!” you yell.

“We’re kind of busy!” he shouts back, but the shout turns int a groan at the end.

There must be more demons now than the two that showed up.

You reach behind you to take out Ruby’s knife since you’re the one who holds onto it. Your dad trained your brothers how to shoot guns, and he trained you how to fight with a knife. You know how to shoot guns, but your specialty is knives, so Sam trusted you with Ruby’s knife. You barely have a grip on the handle when the demon flings you across the room and into some cabinets. You feel something pierce your side, and you look back to see the knife block containing the kitchen knives have fallen. One fell right int your side, but you have to ignore the pain if you’re going to help the agents. Spencer starts to move out of the circle, but you put your left hand up to stop him.

“No! Don’t leave the circle!” you yell and yank out the knife.

“I can make you come out, you know,” the demon chuckles as his eyes turn pitch black.

“Get the hell away from them!” you yell.

You grab one of the kitchen knives and throw it at the demon. It lands right in the middle of his back, and he just sighs and turns to you. You grab some paper towels and press them against your wound, using the waistband of your pants to keep it in place. Spencer’s eyes widen when he sees the man isn’t affected by the knife in his back. You reach for Ruby’s knife and reveal it, twirling it in your hands.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” you grunt.

Your wound is bleeding profoundly, but you’ve lost more blood than this and still could fight. You’re going to be okay.

“I wasn’t trying to, but maybe I should,” he growls.

He runs at you, and you swipe the knife across his arm as you pass by him. He yells out in pain, but that only makes him angrier. You almost slide right into the salt circle, but Spencer reaches out to stop you before you had a chance to ruin it. Without saying anything else, you charge at the demon once more and pounce on his back. He struggles to get you off him, but you’re not in the mood to play games. You swing the knife right into his chest, and he cries out in pain. His entire skeleton glows bright orange as he dies, and he collapses to the ground like dead weight.

“Dean!” you yell.

“We’re okay. We took care of them. One of them got away with the body, but the rest are dead,” he says as he, Sam, and Castiel walk into the kitchen.

“You guys came come out now,” you whisper as you fall back into the kitchen table.

Spencer rushes over to you and lifts up your shirt to see your blood staining the paper towels.

“We need to get you to the hospital.”

“No. There are too many dead bodies here. I’ll be fine.”

“You’re bleeding out, Madison.”

“My name is Y/N Winchester. It’s only fair that you know,” you cough.

“Come here,” Dean says and helps you sit on the table.

“Is she going to be okay?” Jennifer asks.

“I’ll heal her,” Castiel says and walks over to you.

He presses two fingers to your forehead, and your wound disappears. Your side is only bloody from your blood, but the wound is gone. Spencer, Derek, and Jennifer back away slowly.

“That’s not possible,” she says.

“It is. You’ve just been living inside a bubble for your entire lives. You deal with serial killers and human predators. We deal with the supernatural and monsters. We’re not so different. Those were demons and they’ve carved angelic symbols into the victim’s chests. Castiel is an angel. Monsters do exist, but you don’t have to worry about that because we take care of it. I’m sorry we brought the battle to you,” you reveal.

“What are we going to tell Hotch?” Derek asks his team.

“Tell him or don’t. I wouldn’t. The supernatural isn’t something that needs to be broadcasted. If people find out, then they panic, and panic and chaos are made for monsters. People become vulnerable. If you want to know more about how you can help or if you want to determine if your case is human or not, then we’ll tell you more, but leave the supernatural to us.”

“Come on, we got to go,” Dean urges.

“I’ll take care of the bodies,” Castiel says and touches the dead one on the kitchen floor.

He disappears with the body and all three agents jump back from shock.

“I’ll be right there,” you say to your brothers.

“Good luck with this one,” he scoffs at Spencer before taking his leave with Sam.

“I need to call Hotch anyway and tell him why we’re going to be late,” Derek says and leaves as well.

“I’m going to go with him,” Jennifer smiles and exits the kitchen so it’s just you and Spencer now.

“It’s a shame that I won’t have more time trying to woo you, but here’s my number. Call me whenever you’re curious,” you say and hand him one of your cards.

“I can’t believe this is all real.”

“Believe it gorgeous. The world is a scary place. You know this because humans are ruthless. Monsters are worse. Don’t let it get to you.”

“How long have you been doing this?”

“Since I could walk. Don’t waste your tears on me. My family is all sorts of messed up, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t want to see a frown line on that pretty face.”

“Okay,” he chuckles.

“Damn, you really have it all. Great hair, gorgeous eyes, and a stunning smile. You must get all the ladies.”

“It’s less than you think.”

“Well, official count me as one. We have more hunts to do, but we are spending the night in this town. It’d be a shame if I didn’t get to say goodbye to you properly. I’ll be having my own room away from my brothers. I’d hate to spend it alone,” you flirt.

“That’s good to know,” he chuckles nervously.

“I know we just met, but I’d beat myself up if I didn’t do this,” you say.

You grab his cheeks and pull him down to you, placing your lips over his. It’s not weird for you to kiss someone you just met. Meeting guys in bars and playing pool with them does have its advantages. Apparently, this isn’t something new with Spencer because as soon as your lips touched his, his whole demeanor changed. He grips your hair in his hands and kisses you with passion. He doesn’t know why he’s behaving this way to a woman he just met, but there has been fire between you two ever since your initial contact.

His lips move smoothly over yours, and you open your mouth to grant his access. His tongue slips in for a brief moment before you pull away. There are about two inches of space between you two, and you look into his lust-blown eyes.

“You really know how to kiss,” you whisper.

“That’s not the only thing I know how to do.”

“Please come to my hotel room. I bet I can get my brothers to stay an extra day. I’m staying at the Suburban Extended Stay Hotel room 318. Do you need me to write it down?”

“No, I got it,” he shakes his head.

“Then I’ll be waiting,” you smirk and lean up to his ear to whisper to him. “Bring your handcuffs.”

You pull away from him with a wink and leave the kitchen. He doesn’t know who you are, but he likes the kind of woman you are. He normally doesn’t go out with women like you, but there is something exciting inside you. He’s definitely going to visit you tonight, and he’s definitely going to make sure you remember him well after you two have already parted ways.

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Vanya at Hogwarts 2

Vanya at Hogwarts part 2

PART 1

°A little bit about Leilani!

• I’ve always seen Leilani as a daughter of a professional cello player (her mom) and a politician (her dad) with her dad being a wizard and her mom being a muggle

• Both her parents are very successful, so money is never an issue for them

• When they met Vanya they are overjoyed that their daughter has a good friend, Leilani’s old friends from Muggle School only wanted to be friends so they could go over to her house and play with her stuff. (Because her house was huge, and she had all the latest things ) Although, they were only the things she liked though so they quickly stopped talking to her

• Vanya explained the situation to Leilani’s parents and they were more than happy to help, even going as far as to say that they would take her if anything happens

• it’s also why, where they save Ben, Leilani throws Vanya her wand. Because she had her wand at her house so when Nixie came to get her she grabbed her’s and Vanya’s

~~~

° In the summer of 3rd year, Leilani vists the Umbrella Academy to hang out with Vanya. (Reggie happens to have to go on a week long business trip)

• Leilani being dead convinced Allison is part veela

(she’s not)

• Leilani: *following Allison around with a little notebook and a book about Veela’s in her pocket, because she’s a total dork*

“I swear Van, there is no way your sister isn’t a Veela! I mean look at her! Her hair is gorgeous, and her skin practically GLOWS”

Vanya: *Looks into the camera like she’s in the office*

~~~~~~

° At the end of 5th year, Harry finally finishes his ‘secret’ project

Converting the Black Family Home into an orphanage

• The point is to make sure that kids don’t have to go back to bad situations like Tom Riddle, Sirius, and Harry and the cupboard

• They take in kids from all around the world, mostly orphans but also those who were wronged by those who are supposed to care for them

• Currently only for magical Children but Harry hopes to expand so that he can take in Muggle children as well

• The kids would be educated in both the wizarding and muggle world

(Draco teaches them about visiting culture, customs, and traditions. Harry teaches them basic common sense, and how to do many chores and such. Dean Thomas and Hermione will come and teach them about muggle stuff. Alot of their friends help out and it’s a whole community)

• Vanya brings Muggle pop culture, movies, books, songs, and toys. Comics and fun little crafts.

• They all make sure that the kids k ow their roots, teaching each one about where they came from and their culture.

• Harry calls the kids “Ducklings” and the name stuck. Draco just stands off to the side.

° Harry just absolutely loving Vanya,

•"Harry we can’t 'keep her’, she’s a child!“

"But she’s so cute and perfect!”

• When they hear about Reginald, Vanya has to physically stop Harry and Draco from going and burning down The Umbrella Academy

Leilani is off to the side with a foam hand like “BURN IT DOWN” and Vanya is like 🤦

• Vanya spends the summer there while Reginald sends an insane amount of letters to random places trying to gain access to a new weapon (for the apocalypse)

~~~

° Telling the Umbrella Academy kids

• she tried to at first (when she got her letter), but remember that scene with Vanya going in all those rooms and the baby umbrella Academy kids all tell her to leave because they’re ‘busy’? Basically, the same thing happened, only a bit nicer (Five’s like “I’ll talk to you later Vanya!”)

• she decides to not actively keep it a secret but not outright say it, after all, if they want to see it, they will. People are so easily fooled.

• Like she does get Allison���s Help with the Rumor thing, but she thinks Vanya is going to a school for science or something

• After she saves Ben (4th year, Easter holidays), Reginald is obliviated and the kids aren’t, but Harry ends up coming and picking her up and taking her to the orphanage 3 weeks after school ends

• She offers to the others. Klaus moves to go before Luther stops him.

• And they all want to but they are conditioned not too so they stay. she looks back at them and promises “I’ll be back for you guys.”

—

• Vanya visits them at the end of 6th year, by this time they are all 17 so they are legally an adult, at least in the Wizarding World

• Vanya: *kicking open the doors of The Umbrella Academy* PACK YOUR BAGS BABES WE’RE LEAVING

Leilani: *throws confetti*

Luca: *plays a kazoo*

Reginald: who the f are you?

—

• at first, Diego is angry at her for leaving (especially since she DOES end up having powers) but after a while, he understands but is kinda snappy

• Meanwhile, Vanya’s over here like “but it’s not like your powers ….”

“I mean 'powers? ’ ehhhh…”

• She finally lets them go through her spell books and after three hours Diego goes

“Vanya your powers are weirdly complicated”

Vanya: -_- “Diego, your powers are that you can THROW KNIFES AND STUFF ????”

• It’s like they’re genetically modified and she’s just *poof*

(More about Vanya’s Heritage in part 3)

~~~~~

° In 7th year, Vanya, Luca, and Leilani became an official band

• Leilani is the lead singer, (Vanya is the back up)

• Vanya will have solos on her violin during songs, and Luca plays Guitar and, occasionally, the drums

• Leilani’s mom will join them when she has time, playing her Cello

(Once Leilani’s dad had joined them, when they were practicing, and beatboxed. After that Vanya was way more comfortable with him)

• They play at Hogsmeade, Diagon, and the orphanage. Mainly covers of popular Muggle songs, but they have written their own songs as well

• Dersai is their main supporter and agent. Harry and Draco are their sponsors!

~~~

°Presents and Holidays!!!!

• For Christmas Vanya usually get the umbrella Academy sweets and such, but after they find out about her witch-yness?

• Vanya sends Klaus honeydukes sweets

And five books about time travel

• SHE GETS BEN A PYGMY PUFF!!! (Her name is Alyssa)

• Luther gets random magic creature plushies (each with tags and a copy of Newt’s book) cause “He needs to lighten up”

• Allison gets a lot of cosmetic products from Weasleys wizard wheezes

• Diego gets a pretty knife (for every occasion), each has enchanted wood that does different things (enchanted by the goblins)

• Leilani gets them all gifts as well, (her parents take her to India very other year, and they always visit various countries so she sends the stuff from there)

• Luca sends gifts too!

• And Desai gets them all sweets and Vanya handmade jewelry

• Vanya gets in return every year alcohol she just kinda disposes of

(House parties are always WACK because of this),

• extra supplies from five (of which she is very happy about the ballpoint pens and notebooks)

• something sweet from Ben along with an actual letter,

• heavy wool socks (about ten pairs) from Luther who is convinced a stone castle is the coldest place on earth

• A couple pieces of jewelry from Allison (who thinks Vanya needs to be in a relationship like yesterday 👀)

• And snek plushies from diego

(Rani, Vanya’s snake, can’t tell if she is pleased or offended)

• Vanya gets Diego a hippogriff plushie as well,

Diego loves it with all his heart, and it’s his favorite thing (even if he won’t admit it)

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Special thanks to @sweetsummermonster helping me with ideas for this part!!

Come and message me if you have any questions or just wanna ramble on and on, my inbox is always open!

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The Confession

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Hmm, you feel betrayed.

A/N: So, this came out a lot fast than Daughters To Wed because I was writing it in my head last night at work. Plus I dreamt about it so it’s out first. I’ve included a few Kissing Booth and To All the Boys references so if you don’t get them, I’m sorry. Although, I hope you get some of them??? Anyways, here is part two to The Contract. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you for the comments and everything, they fill me with absolute joy. Keep it up! ♥️

| The Contract |

___

The whole house was quiet as you laid in bed. You were spread spread eagle across your mattress, staring at the ceiling and tracing patterns that weren’t really there with your eyes. 

A glance at the clock confirmed that you should most definitely be asleep, but to fall asleep, your brain would have to stop. Your brain would only stop if you’d had a much more normal day. Normal days consisted of school, Harry, a glance or two at Tom, dinner (sometimes with the Hollands, sometimes with your own family), homework, and then sleep.

Normal days did not consist of an agreement to fake a relationship with your best friend’s older brother to help him get his girlfriend back. Especially when you only agreed to fake date him because you’ve had a crush on him since you suggested that he be the daddy and you be the mommy while playing house at the ripe old ages of five and eight. 

Of course, the answer had been a firm, “No,” followed by the more popular suggestion of tag. You had been the only one to disagree.

You sat up in your bed, ditching the trip down memory lane so that you could glare at the picture of you and Harry sitting on your nightstand. In the picture, you’re both nine years old and wearing bathing suits. Both of you are drenched to the bone, framed by the evening lake sun, and missing teeth that you helped each other pull out just days prior to the summer holiday.

“Traitor.” You hiss at the ten year old Harry, narrowing your eyes before flopping back onto your back.

The moment Tom left the booth to head to his house, you grabbed for your phone and pulled up Harry’s contact information so fast that you should have had Guinness World Record Officials there to record it in history.

EMERGENCY! I NEED YOU NOW!

As an after thought you send,

Be discreet

Harry is in your booth within thirty minutes, assuring you that only Sam knows where he has truly gone to. Because whatever you tell Harry, you also tell Sam. They’re twins and all of the Holland siblings are close anyways. It’s an unspoken rule that, should you ask for Harry’s confidence, you are not including Sam into the group of those who must not be told.

Only one thing could keep Harry from telling Sam what was about to come out of your mouth and you mad sure it was the first thing you did before you said anything else.

“Tom doesn’t know you’re with me?” You whisper, glancing at the people around you.

“Tom- I- Tom? No. (Y/N), what is this about?” He furrows his brows and you make direct eye contact, never breaking your stare as you move your extended pinky to the middle of the table.

“No Sam?” Harry’s eyes widen. Of all the things you’ve told him over the years, this would only be the second time that you have invoked the pinky and excluded Sam from the fold.

The only other time you had used the pinky finger was when you were sixteen and accidentally ran over your neighbor’s cat. He died, you cried, and Harry promised to never tell Sam because Sam had a tendency to pick on you over things you were sensitive about.

Plus, you felt horrible about it. It was somewhat traumatizing. You still dropped to your hands and knees to check for animals under your car before you backed out of any driveway.

“Just you and I.” Harry loops his pinky around yours. He doesn’t let go as you tell him the story, rehashing every detail of your meeting with his brother. You even go so far as to pull your copy of the contract out of your pocket.

You insisted upon making a clean copy for your own possession.

“You’re dating Tom?” He looks up at you from beneath his eyelashes, using his unoccupied hand to hold the paper down. “My brother, Tom.”

“Fake dating.” You pause. “But yes.”

To your surprise, Harry looks deflated after you stress the ‘fake’ in the phrase ‘fake dating.’ He takes a sip of your drink, the one that has been refilled nearly twelve times within the last hour and a half. Poor waitress. You mentally remind yourself to leave her a really good tip for taking up one of her tables for so long to attend to your stupid drama.

“What?”

“I just,” Harry sighs, “I think you guys should actually date.” You purposefully squeeze your pinky around his as tight as you can, glaring.

“Don’t act like you don’t like him that way.” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I don’t.” Again with the lies. Harry hums in response, an incredulous look on his face.

Just as you had said to Tom early, this is your best friend in the entire world.

“Love, listen to me. Tom needs someone like you. Tom deserves someone like you. He has been with Elle and has been taking her bullshit for far too long. He’s a good person-“

“He broke my arm.”

“He was an eleven year old boy being annoyed by his eight year old brother and his brother’s best friend. You deserved it at the time, plus Tom has repayed you ten times over ever since.” Harry waits for you to say something else, seeming very pleased when he has sufficiently quieted you.

“I love Tom. I love you. I am glad that you learned something from Elle Evans, keeping Noah from Lee was the worst decision she ever made. Poor life choices. I just wish you had learned something from Lara Jean.” With that, Harry unloops your fingers and stands from his spot.

You stare up at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish stuck on land. He says something about seeing you tomorrow, that he loves you and he’s glad you told him, and then he is gone.

“Traitor.” You his once more, climbing up to the top of your bed and burrowing into the blankets like they could protect you from the world. And for a while they do, you dream of nothing for a few short hours.

Then your brain turns back on.

Peering outside your bedroom window, which has somehow moved upstairs, you see a dark gray Jeep pull onto the curb of your house.

You only have to wonder who it is for a beat of a second before the driver door opens and Tom’s head pops over the roof.

He crosses his arms on the hardtop and flashes you a cocky smile that could explode ovaries all over the globe. Running out of your room, you rocket down the stares, catapulting yourself around the banister and exploding out of the front door with a wave to your dad.

“Good morning, girlfriend.” You can’t help the smile or the butterflies that follow that word from his lips.

“Good morning, Tom.” Except you don’t say Tom. You specifically think the name, can visualize the spelling and everything, but instead the name that you say is, ‘Peter.’

Your steps falter as you look up at him. It’s still Tom. Still the same brown eyes and chestnut curls, the same ears that poke out just a little, and the same misdirection of hair on his left eyebrow.

“Are you alright?” And then everything is different.

You’re under a tree, Tom sitting next to you on the table. He’s wearing a navy sweatshirt with yellow writing. It’s a giant ‘A’ with lacrosse sticks crossing through it, layered with the silhouette of a greyhound. ‘Adler High Lacrosse.’

“Just for like a month or two.” He shrugs, his hands buried deep into the pocket of his hoodie.

“Why?” The words are out of your mouth before you can think them. You sound like a recording being played from a tape.

“Well, I am glad you asked. You see, Elle and I, we kind of broke up and she was always pretty insecure about you so I thought that maybe you would pretend to date me so she would get all jealous and want to get back together with me...?” You don’t know why, but you knew he was going to say that.

Somehow, the moment you asked him for a reason why, you knew it was because of Elle.

“(Y/N)?” It’s like in the movies where the person is staring into space in some sort of daze, seeing one thing, and then when they are pulled back to reality everything is different.

One moment you’re at the picnic table under the tree, and the next you’re on a field. There is a piece of paper in your hand, or more specifically, a letter. The overwhelming feeling is determination, but underneath it, the real you is terrified. The you that isn’t dreaming is pulling at the back of dream you’s shirt and begging the dream you to give her the letter.

“Let me rewrite it! He doesn’t want to read the letter of a thirteen year old. Please!”

“Hey.” Tom calls, standing in front of a goal that he’s just pushed back.

“Hi. I have to tell you something.”

[tayrae515imagines]

Words will break you

Requested: Yes by the lovely @softlybisou

Hi, um i was wondering if you'd do a Cedric x Ravenclaw reader where he said some really mean things as everyone looked down upon the reader (he/she idm ahaha) basically uses the oppugno spell and Cedric finds multiple ways to make up to her and apologise but the reader keeps avoiding him purposely. He tries to find comfort with another person (during Hogsmeade or something like that) and the reader catches them together after they were going to apologise and yeah ahaha

Warnings: Hurt, swearing

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Ravenclaw Reader

Summary: You overhear Cedric talking about you which resulted in people looking down on you. He tries to apologize but you avoid him, but when you are finally ready to hear him out, he's with another.

Authors Note: Thanks for your request! Hope you like it! Sorry, this took so long! I had really bad writers block! I actually rewrote this like four times because I hated how it was coming out. I am very happy with this draft however! (Not edited.)

The sun was pouring in from the medium sized window in the center of the room. It dawned a bright gleam through your bed curtains and onto your sleep infused face. With a small groan you pushed yourself up to your feet, you were so exhausted from the severe studying you did the night before. It was almost unbearable, you were hardly even a person. With a stretch of your arms and a glance at the clock the tiredness left you and was in turn replaced with worry. 

“Shit!”

You mumbled out the words and threw on your robes before you were late yet again to potions. Your arms were filled with books, considering you forgot your bag and you were at this point sprinting to class. Hope filled you when you saw Snape’s door, up until you ran into a wall. Your books went flying all over the empty corridor and you were about to fall until hands gripped your waist and steadied you.

Wait. Walls don’t have arms.

Snapping your head up you were met with the most lovely pair of brown eyes. The were dark but flecks of gold danced around the pupil. 

“Are you okay?”

The voice was soft and concerned flowed out in his smooth words. Pushing away from him slightly you bent down to grab your books.

“Y-yeah I’m fine. I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I was late an-”

“It’s quite alright.”

The tall boy you had basically just body slammed in the hall way, bent down in front of you and helped pick up your misplaced books. You were frantic and hadnt realized you were both reaching for the same book until your cold hand touched his warm one. You quickly retracted it and looked up at him. His gaze was already directed at you and he wore a heart warming smile as he handed you the last book.

“T-thank you.”

He nodded softly and helped you stand. His gaze stayed on you and that breathtaking smile never left his face. You noticed the yellow in his scarf and noted in your mind he was a Hufflepuff. 

“I’m Cedric. Cedric Diggory.”

“I’m (y/n) (y/l/n).”

He took your empty hand and brought it to his lips placing a soft kiss on it. His lips were so spft and warm against your cold skin and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks.

“Nice to meet you (y/n).”

“Nic-”

“Miss (y/l/n) are you going to join our class or would you prefer to fraternize in the hallway with Mr. Diggory and earn a detention?”

Snape’s sarcastic tone rung through your ears and your cheeks grew more red than before. You smiled softy at Cedric once more before walking to class. 

                                                           ---

That was how it started. A simple bump in the hallway sparked into a wildfire of emotions. Although neither of you had made anything official you couldn't count the amount of time you spent in his arms, his lips on yours. You felt nothing but pure bliss when you were with him. He made you feel loved and safe, like you could be yourself and not worry about him judging you. 

You trusted him.

Sitting in the Ravenclaw common room was where you sat, waiting for night. Waiting to put yourself in his arms. You thought while you waited maybe you could study but it was far to loud. Pushing off the couch, you stood and made your way out of the busy common room. You began walking towards the astronomy tower for some peace and quiet when you heard voices. Not paying any mind to them you began walking again until you heard your name. 

“(y/n). Is so annoying. Honestly, Cedric, I don’t know how you deal with them.”

“They aren’t that bad. They are sweet and ki-”

“They’re nothing but a stuck up Ravenclaw.”

“Yeah okay, you’re right. They can be kind of irritating. I’m just trying to let them down easy. They are obsessed with me.”

 The world slipped smoothly off his tongue and shattered your heart. Never had you imagined the one person that made you feel so safe would be the one to hurt you the most. 

You felt stupid for ever thinking Cedric could have feelings for you. He was just using you like everyone before him had. You couldn’t take hearing it anymore and you walked away. Your heart was broken but you didn’t shed a tear, not for him.

-Skip a couple weeks-

It had been a while since you last spoke to him. You noticed the looks you got in the corridors now, you noticed the whispers of your name and the giggles that followed them. Rage filled you. This was all because of him, everyone looked at you like some sort of pariah because of him.

How could he do this to you? You never once thought Cedric would be the reason you were looked down on. But then again you never thought he would use you either and he did that.

“(y/n)?”

Turning your head you saw him, the annoyingly charming and devilishly handsome boy who turned your heart into rubble.

“What?”

Your tone came out rudely and you could taste venom on your tongue.

“(y/n). Whats wrong? I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

“Oh, my bad. I was trying not to obsess over you so hard. You were after all trying to let me down easy right?”

Cedric’s eyes widened and his a lump grew in his throat. You could see the guilt written all over his face. You didn’t care. He should feel guilty.

“(y/n). I di-”

“You know I really don’t want to hear it, Cedric.”

With that, you walked away. A part of your brain begged for you to listen to him, maybe there was a reason behind it. Being the logical person you were you normally listened but not this time. You were so blinded with rage, and his words stung you to deeply. It was all just too much, however with only mere days until Hogsmeade you wanted to take a couple days to cool off.

You spent most of your time in the back of the library, nothing calmed you down like a good book. It was also secluded and away from prying eyes and you really couldn’t stand the looks of disgust sent your way anymore.

Cedric had tried to make advances, he tried to apologize but the fire burning in you was just too hot and you kept avoiding him. You missed him of course and if the Cedric you knew was really there, then you knew he could explain. It still hurt to know he said those things at all. You couldn’t help but wonder if he really meant them and by the end of the day you had yourself thinking maybe you had been too clingy. You felt insecure and you hated that he had that power over you.

After a few more days of avoiding, Hogsmeade time was finally here. It was on a particularly nice autumn morning. A cold chill was held in the air, orange and yellow leaves fell into left over rain puddles and you felt at peace. Today was the day you had finally decided to talk to Cedric. At the very least you could know the truth.  

The day ended all to soon over butter beers and laughs. You had enjoyed spending the day with your friends but it was time to find Cedric. Pushing out you chair you excused yourself and walked outside. You spotted his familiar brown hair and yellow scarf, and you walked towards him. 

Your heart was beating fast in your chest and you bit your bottom lips trying to calm your nerves. Finaly making it to where he was you opened your mouth to speak until you saw her. Cho Chang was leaning against him and his arm was placed around her. They looked far to friendly and suddenly you understood.

“I get it now.”

His head snapped towards your sour tone and he quickly removed his arm from the dark haired girl. You shook your head and began walking away from the pair.

“No! (y/n) wait!”

Rage was once again taking over and you quickly turned around and walked towards him. He looked taken back. 

“No! Cedric! First you talk shit about me to your friends as if I’m nothing to you and now you are with her! I get it, I didn’t then but I do now. You used me!” 

“I didn’t (y/n)! I would never do that. I shouldn’t have said those things about you but I panicked!

“And that makes it ok?!”

“No. Of course not! I didn’t mean them and instantly regretted them. As for Cho shes just a friend. Nothing more! I was asking her advice on how to get you back because you were ignoring me! I love you (y/n) and I was asking her for help.”

“Y-you love me?”

He stepped forward and gently placed his hands on your upped arms. He was so close, his mouth was so close to yours.

“I do. I have since that day in the hall. I’m so sorry (y/n). Please forgive me.”

His mouth was coming even closer and you averted your eyes from his own to his lips. Without thinking you pressed your lips to his. Urgently he kissed you, sparks radiated off your bodies and you felt like you had those nights in his dorm. Pulling away you looked at him again.

“I love you too.”

He gave you one of his heart warming smiles and placed his lips one yours once again. Words will break you, but actions will save you. 

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Talking Christ #3

𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗕𝗬 𝗦𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗜𝗥𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟

𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗫 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗞𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗧

Kiersten Fraust: Hey! What's up guys? It's me, Kiersten Fraust and my co-host on this crazy ride Logan Feniiiiiix! We are finally back to talk everything Christ with our great viewers, wherever you may be. 

Kiersten turns to Logan with a smile.

Kiersten Fraust: I got a question for you, Logan... Are you ready?

Logan Fenix: Oh I’m ready…  wait, for what?  This show right?

Kiersten Fraust: Yes. We got a lot to cover from the CCW show that happened. 

Logan Fenix: A lot happened on that super show, we never thought it would air due to technical difficulties even, but it happened!  Where to even begin?!

Kiersten Fraust: Well, we got a huge surprise when Natalie and Paris Traeger showed up to the dismay of Brennan Devlin. That feud is starting to take a turn.

Logan Fenix: I never thought in my life I would see a baby attack a grown man and take him to the mat, to the point the roster had to come break it up.  Then that 450 Splash from Devlin on Paris..

Kiersten Fraust: I am always for girls doing their thing, so I support Paris for what she’s doing and standing her ground against Brennan. She’s iconic as the city she’s named after.

Logan Fenix: Paris is a no good neanderthal and a degenerate.  She doesn’t work here!

Kiersten Fraust: Paris is a sweet angel that Brennan maliciously targeted

Logan Fenix: I saw Santana teaching her how to hide knives on her person before she came out there.

Kiersten Fraust: It’s a bit much. But we also have the Christ Centered Combat that happened before the show. It was just as crazy as CCW. 

Logan Fenix: And on Christ Centered Combat, we had a new Combat Crown Champion crowned in Azi, who beat Jacob Kuntz in the Sandcastle Deathmatch, and general manager of CCC Faith McKinsey has been challenged to a best of seven series with Tinsley Marshall.

Kiersten Fraust: I really feel for Faith. I mean I can only imagine running a show is tough, but to also have somebody wanting your head and want nothing more to embarrass you on television. Tinsley needs to chill out.

Logan Fenix: Tinsley is trying to assert her dominance, it could have been her in charge of the show and Faith got it all.  But at the end of CCW Christ Centered Combat, we saw Heather Haze, the current Golden Ticket Champion attack the new Combat Crown Champion, Azi.  Could we see a title vs. title match at Wrestling With Christ?

Kiersten Fraust: It is possible. Although Azi is capable of defending the Combat Crown championship to whoever dares step up to her, Heather Haze has taken that challenge. Maybe it could turn into a champion versus champion situation? Wrestling With Christ could settle that real quick.

Logan Fenix: And then we have several new contenders for the CCW championships.  Rika seems to have been picked to face off against C.J. Sweet for the Christcore, and the self proclaimed Golden Ticket, Rivers, has won his opportunity to face Siberia Zombie for the Television championship.  And who can forget the tags, the hot ones, Children of the Moon have gotten their shot at Brew Collar by defeating the Killer Baes.

Keirsten Fraust: I find this to be very interesting because C.J. has been on a rampage ever since she's won the christcore championship and she's picked up a few along the way. How do you think Rika will fare in their future match up?

Logan Fenix: Rika has been a force, and I mean, I don’t know.  If this were any other company, and in the Tokyo dome, Rika would win because Japan.  But who’s to say?  She couldn’t even go to Saudi Arabia last time, something about being banned, which Essence did first.

Kiersten Fraust: Then you have to factor in that girl gang of hers....

Logan Fenix: The trio of CJ Sweet, Rimadonna and Astraea are hot, literally and figuratively right now.  I wouldn’t want to be Rika.  But okay, Siberia Zombie has been a force, she has been to Saudi Arabia and won the Television Championship in the past.  She bizarrely claims this place ‘spawned’ her, and now, the Golden Ticket, the man who holds the record for most Golden Ticket Championship reigns, Rivers, looks to drown her in the depths for the CCW Television Championship…

Kiersten Fraust: Looking at both competitors, this match is very hard to predict. Siberia has that heart and fight in her- two things that got her the television championship. Then we have Rivers, who has just as much fight in him as Siberia does and puts everything on the line in the name of independent wrestling. Like you said Rivers has the most golden ticket reigns to his name so he knows what it takes to win a championship.. If you had to choose one, Logan, who would you choose?

Logan Fenix: I’m going to go with Siberia Zombie, she’s proven, Rivers still has questions about if he’ll crumble under the pressure.  Now, Kiersten, you pick?!

Kiersten Fraust: Like gun to my head... Probably... Rivers. I mean I like Siberia and she's such an amazing wrestler but I could see Rivers walking away with the Television championship, especially if Belle Valentine is at ringside. She could be the reason why he wins.

Logan Fenix: Hmm, that’s fair…  but then for the last one I mentioned.  Brew Collar, Wilkow and Danielson taking on Bex Thoreau and Julie Miri, the Children of the Moon.  Everyone has an opinion on how this will go, and since the COTM came here, these two groups have been on a collision course.  Who ya got?

Kiersten Fraust: The tag team division has been really hot in CCW right now and it's all thanks to Children of the Moon and Brew Collar. Not trying to take anything away from the Killer Baes, they're great despite their little annoyances. But wherever Children of the Moon go success seems to follow them. My pick is pretty obvious. Children of the Moon hands down. 

Logan Fenix: Brew Collar for me, but, there is another question.  The Killer Baes have mentioned having friends, we’ve seen Astrid and Corrie interacting with two other girls on Twitter…  could we see their tag team grow into a stable, and what would that mean for this match?  Clearly the feud isn’t over between them and the COTM…  but the COTM and Brew Collar have their own problems.  What a mess.

Kiersten Fraust: More girls added to The Killer Baes? That only spells trouble for everybody. And speaking of trouble, Conor Machina made his grand appearance on CCW television with an open challenge. A challenge that was answered by Void Walker. Watching the whole thing gave me the creeps. 

Logan Fenix: Bun Bun is Void Walkers brother, Kiersten.  A Southern religious mans’ brother is a man who wears a rabbit mask over his head.  And at the end, Conor accidentally unmasked him…  and now Bun…  I guess Ben Walker is more dangerous than ever alongside his brother?

Kiersten Fraust: Oh, right. Bun Bun Ben Walker definitely made his presence known when he hit Conor with a chair and proceeded to viciously beat him with it. Either way, Void Walker said he would see Conor at Wrestling With Christ. Sounds like a match will be set between the two. 

Logan Fenix: I like Bun Bun Ben Walker.  Let’s see…  after that, there’s something weird going on with Neve.  Did you see her reacting to that guy heckling?  She should have gotten him thrown outta here!

Kiersten Fraust: Yeah, I saw him and that huge sign he was carrying. She must have known him? I mean you can say that about literally most of the fans in the venues. Most of them are there to watch and react to what's going on, then there's the hecklers. Moving on, we have to discuss what took place after Mitch McMaster stumbled into the venue. While Angel was trying to compose her father, Chellsea showed up to tell Angel who her next opponent would be and that is Mykie  Villanueva! Angel didn't look too happy.

Logan Fenix: I hope those people Mitch ran over are okay too.  But yeah, Mykie Villanueva, she hasn’t been seen since that tour Rock Pearson did back in Guatemala.  Apparently it’s gonna be a main event of CCW Sunday School, the morning before Wrestling With Christ?

Kiersten Fraust: We heard it from Chellsea's own mouth. So, Angel McMaster versus Mykie Villanueva is official for CCW Sunday School. Considering the outcome of the Mitch and Santana match, Angel is going to be a very busy champion come Wrestling With Christ. You saw what happened in that match, right?

Logan Fenix: An old man was caught on fire, there was an attempted drowning, stabbing, and more.

Kiersten Fraust: Now Santana Johnson is the number one contender for the CCW heavyweight championship at Wrestling With Christ. Let that sink in.

Logan Fenix: Nate Paxton was visibly angry at ringside, he’s been professional but he’s a outspoken critic of deathmatch wrestling.  People on the internet are mad.  All 47 of Santana's daughters are ecstatic, though.

Kiersten Fraust: I do not want to be Angel right now. Defending your championship is one thing but to defend it against a guy like Santana is another. The CCW heavyweight championship match is going to be a roller coaster ride.

Logan Fenix: As if being in Saudi Arabia wouldn’t make you nervous enough.

Kiersten Fraust: Speaking of making someone nervous, I know our next guest will. Please welcome our guests at this time, one of the many bosses in CCW Chellsea and her lovely husband Daequan!

The cameras pan over to where Chellsea and Daequan walk from as she takes his arm, leading to the table to join Logan and Kiersten. Both given microphones.

Kiersten Fraust: Thanks for joining us guys.

Chellsea: Thank you so much for having us. Your outfit is so cute.

Daequan didn’t speak, silently looked between Kiersten and Logan, then down at Chellsea’s rear end.  Then he looked up to Kiersten and Logan and gave them a thumbs up.

Logan Fenix: Uh…  hi to you too Daequan.

Kiersten Fraust: He's just showing love and appreciation for his wife. I just gotta ask now, what made you bring Mykie Villanueva to CCW?

Chellsea: It was my Dae's idea actually. I know he doesn't speak much but when he does, he says the most beautiful and intelligent things. Plus, Angel likes to talk herself up to anybody who'll listen to her and as a boss here, I have the unfortunate duty of finding her an opponent before defending the CCW heavyweight championship against Santana. 

Logan Fenix: Are you not worried Santana will go too far?  He’s known for…

Daequan makes a stabbing motion, while standing behind Chellsea in an uncomfortable seeming manner and seemingly mesmerized by her.

Logan Fenix: Yeah that, stabbing.  And how about unfairness?  She has to face Mykie before she can even get to that murderer?

Chellsea: I did set up the match between Mitch and Santana because it was fair. Mitch lost in the end which means that Santana gets his shot at Angel's championship. I don't see the problem with that. Yes, Santana is so out there with his antics and I was always under the impression that Angel is up for any challenge. My first priority to any wrestler who steps into our CCW ring is their health and well being. 

Daequan: Men and women of action are favored by the Goddess of luck.

Logan Fenix: What.

Kiersten Fraust:  I think he means that you get what you get... Daequan, who's your favorite tag team right now?

Daequan paused and thought about it for a moment before pointing at Chellsea’s chest.

Logan Fenix: Yes we get it you love your wife but an actual tag team, please.

Chellsea: Calm down, Logan. My husband is a little camera shy. But we absolutely enjoy Farm Fresh Beef. I hope we see more of them.

A sudden scream echoed out, the voice of none other than Sydney Vahle who was a known Farm Fresh Beef fangirl.

Sydney Vahle: “YESSSS!”

Logan Fenix: “Hi Sydney, bye Sydney.”

He waved as she passed by the door.

Kiersten Fraust:  She's crazy about that team. Anyway, what can we expect from the upcoming Wrestling With Christ? Any surprises planned? Because judging from the last time CCW was in Saudi Arabia literally all hell broke loose.

Daequan: When Chellsea got her titties out, everyone goes all out.  I think that answers your question.

Logan Fenix: That does not answer our question and please don’t have those out over there Chellsea, they’re very old world and it would be unsafe.

Chellsea: Dae likes to joke around. And I am very well aware of how they live in Saudi Arabia and I will be respecting their culture for the safety of the roster that will be traveling with us.

Logan Fenix: Okay, just a few more questions, I think.  You’ve been sort of running the show alongside Brennan Devlin.  How is that relationship working out?  At first it seemed like you were butting heads but, you two were actually seemingly getting along at Thot for Christ?

Chellsea: Brennan and I have an understanding, and yes we've been friendly. We'd rather be working together than butting heads. The work environment is so much better because of it and the product has gotten better because of it. We like seeing results with the hard work our roster puts in.

Logan Fenix: Anymore questions, Kiersten?

Daequan remained behind Chellsea, hands on her rear end now.  They were a bit uncomfortably in love and made it awkward for everyone.

Kiersten Fraust: Who are you wearing?

Chellsea: Chanel.

Daequan: She’ll be wearing my *bleep* in a second.

Before they could ask much else, Daequan lifted Chellsea up onto the table and actually started undressing her while they kissed passionately.  Several cords being torn down or loose as Logan and Kiersten looked on in horror.

Logan Fenix: Shit, cut, cut, we can’t show this.

Kiersten Fraust: Cut the feed now, this has been Talking Christ!  See you guys next time!

A blur coming up on the screen at some sudden nudity as the feed slowly shut off.

[theschoolofwitchcraftandwizardry]

Fear is A Ten Letter Word [harry potter and the sorcerer’s stone: I]

A/N: The first part of the Harry Potter rewrite! Expect the second part of Sorcerer’s Stone very soon! Don’t hesitate to send me feedback, suggestions, or ask if you’d like to be tagged! Also Sorry there are so many timeskips! There were a lot in that part of the movie.

I’d also like to thank @huntertales for helping me out (and giving me permission to make a rewrite blog!)

Pairing: This is supposed to be (slow burn) Harry Potter x Reader!

Word Count: 3,474

Your name: submit What is this?  

You flinched as Draco suddenly stormed into the kitchen, an angry glare pasted onto his face. “Oh dear, what happened now.” The steam from the mug of hot chocolate in your hands had rose to hit you face, making your cheeks a rosy pink.

“Oh, sod off.” “I was just asking, there’s no need to be rude.” “Why are you suddenly concerned about what happens in this house?” “What? I can’t be concerned about my brother?”

You kept your head down, a pinched expression on your face. Draco’s eyes soften before looking at his feet. “I…. I’m sorry.” His voice sounded small, as if he was embarrassed. You looked up, giving him a gentle smile. “It’s fine, was it fath-” You were interrupted by one of the house elves, who had sneaked past your brother and was now standing in front of you. “D-Dobby was sent to s-send the young Master and Mi-Mistress off to Hogwarts.” Your eyes widened a little while Draco bit his lip. “He’s not coming?” Dobby shook his head sympathetically as he took the mug from your hands so you could climb off your spot on the counter. “Drink it. It’s quite cold in here this morning.”

Dobby thanked you. You turned to Draco and started walking towards the fireplace. “Please don’t try and cause trouble, we don’t want to make bad impressions as first years.” He nodded, following you and Dobby. You take a handful of floo powder, stood in the fireplace and sucked in a breath. “London Train Station.” You throw the powder down and become engulfed in green flames. “Keep father company Dobbs.”

It was off to Hogwarts.

~~~ The train compartment you were sitting in was empty, Draco insisted that you stay with him, but you got a little claustrophobic once some of his friends started piling into the train. You were already dressed in your uniform, save for your cloak and sweater. A small smile made its way across your face as you looked over yourself. The sheet white button up actually looked nice, you had the sleeves rolled up to your elbows mostly because the train was hot.  Your cheeks were flushed, contrasting with your pale skin. Bleach blond hair fell down your shoulders, stopping at your mid-back. Everything about you screamed Malfoy even down to your short, black-painted nails.

You had been on the train for a good twenty minutes before a soft knock interrupted your thoughts. You looked up to see a boy about your age, he had chocolate brown hair and a pair of round classes that were cracked. “Uhm...Hi, is it alright if I join you?” You nodded shyly, looking down so your bangs covered your eyes. He sat in front of you as the train finally started to depart, parents waving goodbye to their children and bidding them a good year. You felt a small pang of jealousy, but quickly shook it off. ‘I hope this goes well.’

The Hogwarts Express was well on its way but you and the stranger hadn’t said a single word to each other. Filling the car with an awkward silence. It was like that for another five minutes until a red headed boy poked his head through the compartment door. “Excuse me, do you mind? Everywhere else is full.” he asked nervously. You sat up, giving him a polite smile. “No, Not at all,”

He quickly made his way inside, closing the door and sitting next to you. “I’m Ron, Ron Weasley.” You nodded. “My name is [Y/N] …. [Y/N] Malfoy.” He visibly winced, causing you to laugh. “Don’t worry, I’m nothing like my brother.” Ron nodded, seemingly agreeing with you before turning his head and looking at the boy you let in earlier. “What’s your name?”

“Harry, Harry Potter.”

You sat up a little straighter as Ron’s face morphed into pure astonishment. “What?” you asked, not quite believing him. Ron however was practically jumping out of his seat. “So…. So, it’s true, I-I mean do you really have the- the-” he started to point at his head. You looked at him with an amused expression. “The what?” Harry asked. “The scar.” you responded quietly, not wanting to draw any attention to yourselves. Harry smiled, letting out a relieved ‘oh’ as he lifted the messy fringe that was covering his forehead to reveal the lightning shaped scar. You breathed out some air, still having trouble believing this whole thing. “You...You have to watch out for my brother, he’s going to want to meet you.” Ron shook his head, only having one thing to say. “Wicked.” You and Harry laughed at the comment. Harry dropped his fringe as a lady appeared in front of your door, opening it.

“Anything off the trolley dears?”

You eyed the black licorice, but decided against it. Wasting money on sweets wasn’t the best idea. Your father doesn’t like sending you money, as he mostly has his attention on Draco. You shook your head solemnly. Ron lifted what appeared to be a mushed-up sandwich in a bag, looking at it with disgust. “No thanks.” He gulped. “I’m all set.”

Harry gave the both of you a look before reaching into his pocket and grabbing a couple of galleons. “We’ll take the lot; can we have a couple extra bags of black licorice as well please?” You looked at him with a surprised expression. Ron looked at the coins, a glimmer in his eyes. “Woah...”

~~

You were only halfway into your bag of licorice when Harry picked up a box of candy. Him, Ron, and a mess of candy wrappers and sweets were in the seats across from you. You were eyeing Ron's rat with an amused smile when Harry read his box. “Bert’s every-flavor Beans?” Ron looked up at him. “They mean every flavor, Cake, cherry, bubblegum-”

“Don’t forget about Spinach, and trout.” You interrupted.

Harry’s curious face turned into a disgusted one as he carefully chewed one of the beans. “My brother swore he got a snot one once.” You shook your head and Harry spit out the candy. He then proceeded to pick up one the Chocolate Frog box. “These aren’t real frogs, are they?” You smiled at him. “No, it’s just a spell. But most people only really go for the cards, the packs supposed to have a card of a famous witch or wizard inside.” You explained, popping another piece of licorice into your mouth. Harry opened the box, but before he could do anything, the frog had already jumped out the window. “Oh, that’s rotten luck, they only really have one good jump in them.”

Harry now had his focus on the card, his face brightened up. “Hey! I’ve got Dumbledore.” he said excitedly while looking up at you and Ron. When he looked down at his card, his excited smile quickly turned into a confused frown. “Hey...Where’d he go?” You giggled as Ron explained. Your focus was once again on the rat, which was still working through the same box of Bert’s Beans. Ron smiled. “His name is Scabbers. He’s a bit pathetic really-Oh! Fred taught me a spell to turn him yellow! You want to see?” You looked at Harry who gave you the same excited look as the two of you nodded. Ron picked up his wand and pointed it at Scabbers before being interrupted by another student. She had extremely messy hair that ended just past her shoulders. You watched her closely as she looked around your compartment before rolling her eyes and sighing.

“Has anyone seen a Toad? A boy named Neville lost one.” She said with an annoyed tone.

You perked up at the name. “Longbottom?”

She nodded before returning to the topic. “Well? Have you?” You and the boys shook their head, but she was now focused on Ron’s wand. “Oh! Are you doing Magic? Let’s see then.” A sly grin slowly etching onto her features. Ron cleared his throat and began to say the words to the spell;

   “Sunshine, Daisies, Buttermellow.    Turn this stupid fat rat yellow!”

   Ron flicked his wand at Scabbers, causing the now somewhat empty candy box to fly away. He shrugged at you and Harry, you smiled at him while Harry just shrugged back. The girl quickly cuts into the silence. “Are you sure that’s a real spell?” She let out a small laugh. “Well, it’s not a very good one, is it? Of course, I’ve only tried a couple simple ones myself.” She pulled out her wand and motioned for Harry to sit next to you. He gulped as he stood, plopping himself down while the girl walked in and knelt in front of the both of you. She pointed her wand at Harry’s glasses and whispered. “Oculus Repairo.” Suddenly the crack on Harry’s glasses quickly fixed itself. You laughed as he leaned into you, showing off his glasses. He was too busy looking excitedly at you and Ron to hear the girl speak again. “By Cricket! You’re Harry Potter! I’m Hermione Granger.” Hermione looked at you over. “You must be a Malfoy, [Y/N] right?” You blushed as you nodded, not really expecting her to know your name. Harry smiled slightly at your shy behavior, Hermione looked to Ron with a semi-disgusted expression.

   “-And you are?”

Ron, with a mouthful of cake, responded with his name as he did earlier. Hermione looked a tad disgusted at this, but replied anyways. “Pleasure.” She then looked at the two of you. “You all better change into your robes. I expect we’ll be arriving soon.” In the blink of an eye, she had already exited the compartment, but not before muttering to Ron about something on his nose. You looked glanced back at the compartment door, then to the boys. “Well, she does have a point- better get dressed now so you won’t have to wait for a toilet to open up or something later.” They both nodded and excused themselves, leaving you with a pile of assorted sweets and an old rat.

~~

It was dark by the time Hogwarts Express pulled into the station, followed by a loud hissing noise to officially announce your arrival. You follow Harry and Ron out of the train with intentions of meeting up with your brother before you reach the school, but he seemed a bit busy with some of his friends. You sigh, looks like you won’t be seeing much of him this year. Harry suddenly smiles and makes his way up to a huge, and rather hairy, man. “Hello Harry!” he greeted as he shined the torchlight in our faces, making you squint. “Hey Hagrid,” Harry replied casually. Ron looked at him, then to Hagrid before gasping “Woah.”

Hagrid ignored him, looking over you and into the crowd of first-years. “Alright then, this way to the boats! Come on now, follow me!” The large group of students did as they were told, following him out of the station and to the lake were Hogwarts was. The shore was lined with small boats, enough to fit at least four or five people in. You were debating on just finding Draco so you could ride along with him, but before you could do just that, Ron had ushered you into the boat with harry and two other people. “[Y/N]! [Y/N] Look!” He gushed, pointing up at the castle. “… Woah, I didn’t expect it to look so pretty. Especially now, at this time of night.” You said, sitting up a little straighter so you could see more properly. The castle itself was shrouded in darkness, save for the lights that illuminated the inside and up the stairs that led to the main gate. The full moon only added to its charm. You turned to Harry, who’s mouth was slightly open. “Are you okay?” He looked at you, now grinning. “It’s huge!” He pointed, making you laugh. As the boats neared the school Ron smiled, and leaned into the wooden pole that held our boat’s torch. “Wicked.”

~~

The group of first-years you were in were very excited to say the least, all of them basically running up the stairs that led to, what you assumed was, the great hall. You were still tagging along with the boys, your brother and the girl you had met earlier close behind you. Once you reached the top of the stairway, a tall woman- who was most likely a professor -was waiting, drumming her fingers on the stone railing as you all stopped listen to whatever she had to say.

“Welcome to Hogwarts. In a moment, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.” You glance at Draco, who was also staring at you with a sly smile. You rolled your eyes and giggled a little. The Professor continued. “Now while you’re here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points, any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will be awarded the house cup- “

“Trevor!” She was quickly interrupted by none other than Neville Longbottom, as he rushed up to the top of the stairs, and scooped up a toad. That toad was probably the one Hermione was looking for on the train earlier. You’re happy Neville was able find him, but the professor who was speaking to you all looked down at him, annoyed and slightly confused. He muttered a “Sorry.” Before going back to his original spot on the stairs. “The opening ceremony will begin momentarily.” She finished before turning around and stepping into the great hall, leaving us along for the time being.  

“It’s true then, what people were saying on the train.” You wince, turning to look at Draco along with everyone else. “Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.”  Suddenly, the crowd erupted into a fit of whispers and gasps, while you were about ready to jump into the lake you sailed across earlier. Draco looked at Harry, nodding to the boys standing behind him, recognizing them both from the train compartment your brother was in. “That’s Crab, and this is Goyle.” He paused. “And I’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.” You snickered at how pretentious he sounded, you heard Ron laugh as well. Draco snapped his head in Ron’s direction, glaring slightly. “You think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask yours.” The blonde examined him, head to toe. “Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley.” He sneered. You gasped.

“Draco!”

“Oh. I see you’ve met my sorry excuse for sister? You didn’t even tell me you were hanging around Harry Potter, let alone a Weasley. Hasn’t father warned you about hanging out with the wrong crowd [Y/N]?” You scoffed. “I can hang out with whoever I please Draco, I don’t have to tell you everything.”  He rolled his eyes, fixing his attention back onto Harry. “You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, you don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort.” He glanced at Ron, who looked as if he was holding back tears, then back to Harry. “I can help you there.” He outstretched a hand for Harry to shake, you glared at him. Harry looked at you and Ron, then to his hand. “I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself thanks.”

Oh thank god. “Draco! What was all that for? Apologize to Ron-“ You stopped yelling talking once the lady from earlier returned, gently patting Draco’s back with a scroll. He looked back at her and quickly moved out of the way, her eyes following him. She looks back over the crowd. “We’re ready for you know. Follow me.”

The doors opened, and you all walked into this huge room, lit with torches and floating candles. You smiled at how, well, magical it was. You looked up and tilted your head to the side in confusion, as there were stars and clouds where the ceiling should be. Hermione noticed and nudged your shoulder to get your attention. “It’s not real, the ceiling. It’s just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in ‘Hogwarts: A History’.” She explained. You nodded and thanked her as you both walked down the narrow hallway that was in between four huge tables. The group was suddenly stopped in front of a stage, giving you view of the entire Hogwarts staff and a stool with an old looking witches hat on it. “Before we begin, the school’s headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, would like to speak.”

As promised, the infamous wizard stood from his seat and the room was suddenly silent. “I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce: first-years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students, also our care taker, Mr. Filch, would like to remind you that the third corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not to die a painful death.” You winced, so much for being the safest place on earth. “Thank you.” Dumbledore took his seat, while the professor from before opened up the scroll she had been carrying.

“When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses.” She lifted the worn hat from the stool, before look to the scroll and calling a name. “Hermione Granger.” The girl next you breathed in and closed her eyes for a second. You placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled, she smiled back nervously before walking up the stage, muttering something under her breath. “Mental that one, I’m tellin’ ya.” Ron whispered, you rolled your eyes, watching as the hat was placed on her head. It started to speak. “Ah, right there! Mmmm right, okay. Gryffindor!” The hat yelled, causing one of the tables to started cheering. Hermione smiled pridefully before jumping off the stage and taking her place at Gryffindor’s table.

When you heard the next name, you already knew what house they belonged to. “Draco Malfoy.” He slowly made his way up to the stool. She hadn’t even gotten the hat onto his head completely when it yelled. “Slytherin!” Draco smirked as he got off the stool, sauntering over to Slytherin’s table. Yours would be that easy as well, and what house. Being a Slytherin runs in your blood after all. Ron started to whisper again. “There’s no witch or wizard that never went bad in Slytherin.” You frowned and he caught himself. “O-Of course you’re r-really nice and-“ Harry continued for him. “I don’t think you’re going to go bad! You might not even end up in that house.” You smiled. “If only that were the case.” You three looked up once the next name was called. “Susan Bones.” A girl with long, red hair stepped up and sat down. “Ow!” Your attention was shifted over to Harry, who was holding a hand to his head. “Harry? What is it?” You asked worriedly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Nothing- it’s nothing.”

You were going to ask if he was really fine, but was interrupted by the sorting hat- who had just placed Susan in Hufflepuff. “Ron Weasley.” You could see him visibly gulp before going over to take a seat, the hat now on his head. “Hah!” It barked, startling both the Professor and Ron. “I know just what to do with you! Gryffindor!” He cheered, running to join Hermione and his brothers at the table. It was just you and Harry now, and you could tell he was nervous. “Don’t worry, you’re going to be fine! I’ll still be around, no matter what house you get!” You patted his shoulder reassuringly, from what you’ve noticed so far, he was a nice guy and wouldn’t have trouble making new friends. You on the other hand?

… Well, at least you’ll be with Draco.

“[Y/N] Malfoy.” Thank god, let’s just get this over with. You quickly made your way up to the stool, just wanting to get this done as quickly as possible. The sorting hat was slowly lowered onto your head, but nothing came. Draco looked to you, raising his eyebrows. The Hat finally spoke. “Your house isn’t dictated by your blood, you silly girl! No, it’s the heart, and your heart is telling me…. Gryffindor!” It was silent for a second, before the table started to cheer, but you couldn’t hear it as it was being drowned out by your own thoughts. You looked to Draco with a terrified expression, his smugness quickly turned to confusion and fear.

‘Oh no.’

[getmadandsmashstuff]

Christmas in Connecticut: Or How John Learned to Love the Holidays

Authors Notes: #86 for the lovely @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog RomCom Fluff Challenge.  The prompt is bolded (hopefully) and is: $45 for a Christmas tree and they don’t deliver? You order $10 worth of chow mein from Mr. Wong´s, they bring it to your door.  I had so much fun writing this and may add a part two around the holidays if there is enough interest! Please forgive my horrible title.

Also Huge Thanks to @thinkwritexpress-official for beta’ing! 

Pairing: John x reader

Tags: HELLA FLUFF, Christmas/ the holidays, Honestly just WAY too much happiness and pure fluff

Warnings: None (that I can think of)

If there was one thing you had begged John for over the years and had always been denied, it was a proper Christmas- lights, a tree, presents, food, music, stockings, the whole nine yards. Sure, John had given in to almost every other request after you wore him down- you had gotten the rescue dog you had always dreamed of, who had saved both your asses more times than John cared to admit; the fancy hunting knife with the mother of pearl handle that cost about two years’ worth of motel bills, but which had been calling your name the moment you laid eyes on it at the antique mall you were investigating for a case; the three week extended stay in St. Louis so you could see Def Leppard’s Rock of Ages tour when it came to town- but never Christmas.  You knew he had his reasons, mainly Mary and the boys, but it still didn’t stop you from asking every year if you could at least get a tree.

So when you asked again this year, it was mostly out of habit than hope.

“Hey, John?”

“Hmm, what’s up?”

“Can we stay here for a while?”

“Baby girl, why would we want to stay in this crummy town any longer than possible?” John asked, gesturing at the town map on the table in front of you two, which indicated the very few things the town possessed: one grocery store, one all-purpose store, which would probably go out of business to the Walmart 20 miles down the freeway in the next five years, the two gas stations, and of course, the many farming, tractor, and mechanic stores necessary to sustain a farming town.

You moved over so that you were standing next to him, his warm arm just brushing against yours, while you reached up to stroke his beard, which was starting to show more grey than brown.

“Because, John, I want a Christmas, and this seems like the right place to do it. Please baby?” You asked, pouring as much pleading into your voice as you could muster, praying that this would be the year he finally said yes.  He looked at you, eyes searching yours, the tightness in his gaze that he sometimes got with the boys starting to creep in.  His eyes left yours and looked out the window, where much to your surprise, large clumps of snow had started to fall, picking up the pace even in the few seconds you watched them.  You felt John tense beside you and turned back to him, where you saw his face lips form into a defeated smile.  And then he was laughing.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he chuckled, eyes still holding the laughter, “it looks like the world wants this as much as you do.  Baby girl, if you want a Christmas, you got one.”  He slipped his arm around you and pulled you into one his famously tight hugs, arms caressing your back, while you attempted to mumble a thank you into his warm chest.  You pulled back just enough to kiss him lightly, again mumbling your thanks.

“You’re welcome, baby.  But you better not tell the boys I did this.” He smiled, so you knew he was joking.  “So if we’re doing this, what do we need?” he asked.

“Well a tree for starters, and lights, and decorations, and then stockings” you started, but John cut you off.

“Baby, you know Santa isn’t real.  So why bother?” He asked, smirking just slightly.  You pouted and play smacked his arm.

“Because, it’s part of having a Christmas.”

“Fine.”

You drew him in, fingers intertwining in his thick hair, kissing him, blissfully happy in that moment.

The next week passed in a fast succession of days, the first of which mostly involved staying in bed all day due to the raging blizzard just outside the motel door.  However, after the roads had finally been cleared and salted within an inch of their lives, you two finally braved the cold to find a tree.

You had read about a tree farm about ten miles down the road that sold white pines and offered sleigh rides.  You had bundled up in a red and white stripped sweater as well as a fluffy hat and scarf, while John stayed in his traditional utility coat and leather jacket combo.  On the car ride down, you insisted on playing the Christmas carol radio station and brought John to tears with your rendition of Santa Baby.  He impressed you with a surprisingly good version of White Christmas.

When you pulled up, it was like something out of a dream; rows and rows of perfect Christmas trees, all lightly coated in the most recent snowfall.  There was a small cabin, complete with smoke rising out of the brick chimney and adorned with even more Christmas decorations. You could already feel your cheeks starting to hurt from the size of your smile.  You turned towards John, slipping your hand on top of his as he used the other to maneuver into a parking space.

“It’s so beautiful here, John” you sighed.

John turned to you and smiled, pecking your nose and adjusting your hat.  “It sure is, baby girl.”

You both shimmed out of the car and you walked around to be next to John, who slipped his arm around you and pulled you into his warm side.  You rested your head on his shoulder momentarily, so that he could know your gratitude. You slipped out of his embrace and clutched his hand as you walked towards the small cabin.  A cheerful employee meet you halfway, offering his assistance.

“We’re looking for a white pine that is on the shorter side.” You answered.

“Pre-cut or self-cut?” the employee asked

“Self-cut” John responded abruptly, causing you to let out a nervous breath, “What baby? If we are doing this, we’re doing this right.”

You nodded and the employee directed you towards a large field of white pines, looking like a scene on a postcard.  He handed you a saw and reminded you that if you had any questions, that he could help.  You thanked him and started walking down the beaten-down snow path.  You were soon entranced by the various trees, which ranged from about ten feet to three feet tall, and from so bushy you could easily fit under the lowest levels to so tightly packed that you would have trouble getting your hand past the first layer of needles. The air was cold and tickled your throat, but smelled like pine. You could almost feel yourself as a child again, warm in new pajamas, snuggled between your dog and your fireplace, the coals from the night before still smoldering as your father added new logs and your older siblings opened their presents.  You hoped John was having similar thoughts, and turned back to catch him staring at you, smiling fondly and looking more loving and relaxed than you had seen in him years.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re happy, baby. I love seeing you like this.” He said, and you could tell that he was allowing himself to be truly happy. You walked back and took both his hands in yours, being careful to maneuver the saw out of the way, and kissed him warmly, feeling his chilled nose bump into yours.  You kept the saw-free hand in his as you continued down the path until it caught your eye: the perfect tree.  About five feet tall, slimmer, with a perfect skywards branch for the star on top. You paused, nestling yourself into John’s side. “John, look, that tree is the one!” You exclaimed, pointing towards it with the saw.  Without waiting for his response, you trudged off the path and into the deep snow towards the tree, still in awe of its beauty.  As you reached the tree, you could tell it was even more perfect up close, the branches just asymmetric enough that it was pleasing to the eye, the needles still short enough they did not drip downwards.

You heard John’s boot compact the snow and felt his warmth as he stopped behind you, arm gently brushing against your back.  You were still lost in the tree’s spell-like beauty, and only acknowledged his catching up with the slightest huff of a breath.  In the distance, the bells on the sleigh jingled softly in time with the crunch of the horses’ hooves in the iced-over snow trails. You took another moment to appreciate the beauty of the moment before approaching the tree and preparing yourself to cut it down.  The saw made quick work of the tree and it soon fell into the dense, snowy blanket.

“What do you think, John?” you asked, stepping back and nestling into his warm side.

“It’s perfect, baby.” He answered, arm pulling you into a tight side hug.

“Can we take it back on the sleigh?”

The rhythm of the horses’ hooves and bells was drawing steadily closer, and you could now distinguish several distinctive voices rising from the back of the sleigh.  You looked out and saw it just reaching the top of the small slope at the very far end of the pine fields, horses’ breath steaming before them in white, smoky swirls, red bells dangling around their necks and bows adorning the side of the sleigh. Wordlessly, John bent down and grabbed the tree by its trunk, which was now covered in fresh sap, and began dragging it towards the worn-down sleigh path a little to the left and ahead of you guys. You followed, clutching the saw and trying to preserve every detail to memory.  When you caught up to him at the path’s edge, you pulled out your phone.

“Smile, John,” he turned towards you and smiled, one hand clutching the tree, the other buried deep in his pocket.  His eye’s twinkled and you noticed a few flakes had drifted into his hair, drawing out its greying sides.  “I love you John.”

“I love you too, baby.” John replied.  You snapped the picture, slid it back into your pocket.  The sleigh was just rounding the final hill, the horses drawing up, their bells losing their rhythmic tingle as they came to a halt.  You and John clambered awkwardly onto the sleigh, John struggling to climb the step up while maintaining his grip on the tree, and you struggling to simply climb the step, which was at least two feet above the ground.  You found two open spots on the worn, wooden bench between another couple and a family with two young children, both of whom looked like they were having the time of their lives.  You saw John’s eyes focused on their faces and squeezed his arm in reassurance.  The horses resumed their smooth walk and the sleigh slid forward, bells once again jingling.  You left your arm tucked into John’s and snuggled into his side, focusing on the trees that you slowly passed by.  Soon you were out of the white pines and into the stiffer fir trees with their rigid needles.  The sleigh stopped to let on a few more people, and then continued onward.

After a long stretch of fir trees, the smoke from the small cabin could be seen curling pale grey against the weak sun rays, and the smells of ginger and cinnamon started to roll over you.  Again, you were reminded of your childhood, with your mother standing in the kitchen, wearing one of her ridiculous Christmas sweaters, humming to herself and baking the Christmas cookies.  You felt a contented sigh escape your lips and small tears forming in your eyes.  John must of sensed these, because he wrapped his arm around you tightly and kissed your forehead.  By now, you had reached the end of the sleigh ride, and the driver was explaining where saws were to be returned, where you could buy the trees, and wishing everyone a happy holidays.  The young family climbed down from the sleigh first, followed by the other young couple, and lastly you and John, who was struggling to maintain his grip on the tree and climb down the rickety step. After you climbed down, you made your way towards the tree checkout area, where pine needles were so densely scattered they had made a sort of green rug atop the white snow.  An employee in a thick pair of coveralls was shaking down trees, where excess pine needles fell, adding another layer to the thick pine rug.  Another employee was operating the register, which was just a cash box and a portable card reader resting on a folding card table.  As you approached the table, you a sign taped to it that read, “We apologize for any inconvenience, but at this time we are unable to deliver any Christmas trees.”

“Who the hell would ask for their tree to be delivered?”  You asked incredulously.  John chuckled and said “I don’t know, but that seems kinda stupid, I mean $45 for a Christmas tree and they don’t deliver? You order $10 worth of chow mein from Mr. Wong´s, they bring it to your door.” You laughed hesitantly, remembering that he had never really talked about what his family had done before on Christmas, but when you looked up, he was smiling his wry, sarcastic smile.  You laughed fully, but then realized you had no plan for getting the tree back to the motel, which quickly killed your laughter.

“John? What exactly is the plan for getting this back?”

Now it was John’s turn to laugh, “Baby girl, I have cords in the car.”

You blushed but were saved from having to explain how you forgot that by the employee telling you that the total would be $25 even.  John pulled out a fifty and handed it to the employee, who was clearly a little shocked to see a fifty at a Christmas tree farm.  He gave you your change and you guys started lugging the tree to the car.  It turned out that John was right, and it was quite easy to secure the tree to the car, although he did grumble that it would leave sap stains.  As you pulled out of the lot, you assured John that once Christmas was done, you would personally clean the car and remove all the stains, which seemed to calm him down at least a little.

The drive back to the motel was faster than the drive out, or so it seemed to you, the white country side rolled by and Christmas carols played softly in the background.  The small town you were staying in was covered in lights and wreaths and had trees in front of almost every shop, adding a slightly cluttered sense to the main road.  However, it was still beautiful and made you realize just how much you had needed this.

[dasha-aibo]

Hey, I’ve actually finished a chapter of my short story! And I present it to you here for your enjoyment!

I’m going to make a separate blog for my writing later and that will be the time I ‘ll decidee on the actual title, but for now, enjoy!

Please, do leave some critique and feedback, as an amateur who WANTS to grow, I really need that.

It was getting late; 7 PM to be exact. Normally, Tanya was already at home, either working out, drinking beer, or doing anything to fill her time. Instead, she was riding down an old elevator into Chancery’s spacious basement to meet the only coroner working there.

Not like he had a lot of work.

Most deaths were easier to hide, really. If you could easily tell what killed the poor sod, you give a call to the Cleaner’s office and they take care of the situation. On a rare occasion when the officer at the spot had no idea what happened, the corpse would be transferred to Basil.

Tanya walked through the long hallway before stopping at an intersection to confirm where she had to go. There were only two signs: “Prison” and “Coroner”. She was not at all fond of Chancery’s laconic style of labels, but it was something she was getting used to as time went on.

The words of her orientation teacher popped up in her head, “it’s a necessary measure. Chancery is a global organization and we need all our employees and associates to be capable of understanding each other. One spell telepathically reads someone’s thoughts and translates them to your native language. It’s a bit harder with writing, as the thoughts aren’t inherently there and the spell translates them rather directly. To say that this causes problems would be... an understatement. So, we simplify it as much as we can to avoid any ambiguity.” Mr. Thatcher was a history teacher before he saw through and joined Chancery as an official employee. Tanya always found him a little soft and spineless, and she never liked men like that; or women, for that matter.

She finally stumbled upon a big metal door and slid it towards the side, the harsh smell of various chemicals immediately assaulting her senses. Tanya really didn’t want to know what she was smelling.

“My report isn’t finished yet,” great, so she was hurried here for nothing, “give me a couple of minutes, I will be done by then,” shouted a white ginger man in his early 30s. He was practically buried inside a corpse, almost up to his shoulders. Only it wasn’t a corpse. Corpses usually don’t lift their heads and wave at you.

“H-hi,” Tanya awkwardly waved in response to the not-corpse.

“Name’s Andrew,” the surprisingly alive man hissed and forced a smile, exposing his elongated canines.

Oh.

A vampire. That explains how he survived… what exactly?

She came closer to get a better look at the man sprawled over a cold metallic table. That must be uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as the giant hole in his belly. Most of the vampire’s internal organs were missing, along with a good chunk of his spine. Tanya stared at it for a few seconds before lifting her eyes up. She saw through a good half a year ago, but was still not used to all the weirdness that now surrounded her life. From vampires to homunculi and runaway mages. It was overwhelming at times.

“You want to hear the hole story, don’t you?” Andrew chuckled at his own joke while Tanya looked at him blankly.

“She’s Russian,” sighed Basil, “puns don’t really translate well.”

“That’s a shame. I got a hole lot of them,” the vampire burst out in laughter as Basil simply shook his head.

“I’ve been hearing the same stupid pun for over an hour now,” the coroner sighed as he extended his hand in the air. A thin, gray hand stretched seemingly out of nowhere and passed Basil a pair of forceps, which he instantly buried in the wound in front of him. Ah yes, that thing…

Tanya was warned about Patrick well in advance, but she was still taken aback. A thin, humanoid figure without a mouth or genitals was floating in the air next to Basil, helping him with his work. No one knew what it was, no one knew how Basil ever acquired it, no one could even tell if it was sentient or not. It just appeared on the day he saw through and followed his every order. The coroner was quite willing to let the Research Department experiment on it, but even their best men didn’t get much of a result.

And so, Patrick was left as just another unsolved mystery. Chancery was no stranger to those.

Tanya forced herself not to look at the floating… thing, and instead diverted her attention back at the vampire—who seemed to be done making jokes she couldn’t possibly hope to understand, at least for now.

“We were having a Halloween party,” he began, waving his hand in the air to collect his thoughts. “Mostly Chancery staff, naturally, a few unaffiliated friends who tagged along here and there. I’m the only vampire there, so, of course I dress all Dracula-like – a big-ass cape with red insides, white shirt, you know what I mean.”

“Aren’t you still wearing that?” Tanya only just now took her time to take note of what the vampire was wearing and, yes—it was exactly as he described. Cape, shirt, and… tight shiny pants? She frowned to herself, but decided not to focus on that last part.

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point!” He snapped his fingers in frustration, “just let me finish, okay?” Andrew sharply exhaled and continued, “anyway, it’s the middle of the party and we run out of booze, because some people,” he spat out the last two words as if they were an insult in and of themselves, “really should plan ahead so that their friendly neighborhood vampires don’t get a fucking hole in their gut.”

“I really wish you would get to the point already,” Basil griped and was now sitting by the side of the table, tapping his recordings into a tablet, “your personal woes have very little impact on the story.”

“Right, anyway. Me and some guys take one of the unlucky sods who chose to be the driver that night and we ride to the store to pick up some more,” Andrew continued, “we arrive at the store, get out of the car and see a group of, like, teens? 20-somethings? I don’t know, I couldn’t tell. Point is, they were outside of the store in full Halloween garb, and I was drunk and decided to have some fun.”

“If you count ‘being an idiot’ as fun, that is.” Basil nodded to Tanya, “there I’ve just sent the report.”

“Wait, but… Why was I even here, then?” She took a step back, her brow furrowing.

“Beats me,” Basil shrugged, “they probably just wanted you to be busy.”

“Great. Just great,” Tanya muttered, clenching her fist in rightful, but somewhat pointless frustration.

“Can you. Let me. Finish?” Andrew forced himself to stand up a little, which was an impressive feat given the state of his midsection. When he was sure he got the others’ attention he continued. “Anyway, I see those guys, right? And I think to myself ‘wouldn’t it be fun to scare them a little? In the name of the Halloween?’ And that’s exactly what I do—I walk up to them without any warning, stretch my cape open and do the whole intimidation song and dance – I hiss, bare my teeth, turn my eyes red, contort my facial features so that they’re all wacky and scary-like, you know,” he chuckles, “the usual vampiric arsenal. They were obviously not ready to see that, but they’re drunk as hell themselves and it goes right to their heads; they start screaming.” Andrew’s smile grew wider and wider as his chuckles were threatening to turn into a full-out laughter. “Yeah, I do that and then this one dude puts his hands together and—whammo!” The vampire made a quick motion with his hand, indicating the power of said “whammo.” “I’m hit with some kind of bolt of energy that feels like ten fucking shotgun shells at once, hurled twenty feet back and land in a crumpled mess with half of my internal organs missing.”

Tanya hissed herself before pushing out a single “ouch”.

“’Ouch’ indeed,” he chuckled, resting his head back on the cold metallic slab. “Anyway, I pass out on the spot and the next thing I know this guy is digging through my guts,” Andrew motioned towards Basil who just shook his head.

“So… any reason you were brought to the coroner in the first place?” Tanya inquired.  Curiosity was probably the only reason why she hasn’t left yet.

“Well, no one could survive a wound like this,” Basil started to explain, “not a normal human anyway. And vampires have it easy when it comes to patching themselves up, so there was no need to give him any extra medical attention.”

“I’ll just chill for a few weeks and drink nasty canned blood,” Andrew grinned, “no big deal.”

“Right, right,” the coroner nodded, “so it fell to me to determine the nature of what hit him, since the team on the spot couldn’t, and me and Patrick could freely examine the wound and see if we could tell anything from the affected tissue”

“And you have found something, right?” Tanya looked directly in Basil’s eyes.

“You don’t let things get past you, do you?” The coroner grinned in satisfaction. “Not much, but at least we know that the case is unusual. This concerns you as well, so you better be listening,” he prodded the vampire in the shoulder.

“Does it look like I’m not?” Andrew snapped at Basil, frustrated at his condescending tone.

“Right, right...” The coroner took a sharp breath and continued, “anyway, the damage was done by a blast of pure Astral energy of great power. And since I don’t think anybody formally trained by the Chancery is stupid enough to be scared by a vampire...”

“It’s either a wild mage or a demiurge?” Tanya guessed excitedly.

“It’s either a wild mage or a demiurge,” confirmed Basil.

A whole demiurge! On her second month in the Chancery! Those guys were rare as hell, but were absolutely necessary to keep the Chancery up and running. Tanya would give up an arm and a leg to be a part of an official operation to bring one of those in! She could… why, she could…

“What are you so excited about, errand girl?” Snickered the vampire, turning his gaze towards Tanya once more, “even if it is a demiurge, they would never let someone from the First Heaven handle this.”

“At least I’m a part of it!” she growled, “what’s your problem? This is the most excitement I get since those paper-pushers failed to get me assigned anywhere and you want to ruin that for me?”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Andrew raised both his hands defensively, “calm down, newbie, nobody is out to ruin your fun. I’m just trying to get you to have realistic expectations,” he sneered, “don’t think that just because you saw through your life is going to radically change.”

“I’ve already signed up for a spot on TUSK, you know,” Tanya crossed her arms on her chest and looked at the vampire victoriously, “what do you say to that, bl-”

“You don’t want to finish that word,” growled Andrew, “I know people who would snap your stupid little neck in half for that.”

“Oh, la-dee-da, I got a vampire angry!” She flexed her arm and slapped her rather impressive biceps, “you really think you can take on these guns?”

“Enough,” roared Basil as he stood, his usually quiet voice piercing the cold air of the morgue, “both of you really need to be on your way. Now.”

Andrew snorted, “I can’t stand, smartass.”

“Then Tatiana here will go call somebody to pick you up,” Basil squinted at the girl, “please.”

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes, “bye Basil, bye Patrick,” she waved to the coroner and his “partner” before starting to walk out. On a whim, she stopped, turned towards Andrew and made a motion with two fingers from her eyes to his. The vampire scoffed at that, but Tanya has already left the morgue.

It was later that night when she finally arrived back at her small one-room apartment in a half-forgotten town between Moscow and St. Petersburg. The Chancery provided her with a place to live, as per an ages-old law, but no one ever said the place to live had to be decent. At the very least it fulfilled one of her more crucial needs. She threw her bag onto the couch, connected a charger to her phone, checked her messages and left the apartment once again.

This November turned out colder than usual. The early snow had already fully covered the grass and the chilly wind was ignoring Tanya’s layer of clothes and went straight for her bones. Nothing like back home at Neryungri, naturally, but it was still enough to make late-night walks uncomfortable at best. This wasn’t going to last long. Tanya was already somewhat deep into the woods before she stopped, made sure she wasn’t followed, and started undressing.

While the Eurasian Lynx is found in the Central region of Russia, she is a rather rare guest. Her Eastern cousin the Yakutian Lynx is larger, stronger and, predictably, doesn’t actually live anywhere near Moscow. And yet one of them roamed through the forest deep at night, looking for prey. Heavy paws bouncing off the frozen ground, exploding the mounds of early snow, leaving behind a bright trace. But none of this mattered as the only thoughts running through the lynx’s head were of the chase, of the hunt, of the inevitable prize. And in the end, she got what she wanted as the rabbit was just a little too slow, just a little too clumsy, just a little too stupid. Its small warm body proved to be an ideal meal for the predator and a great end to the long exhausting day.

In the darkness of Tanya’s empty apartment her phone came to life for about ten seconds and then felt silent. And again. And again. After a few tries, the caller lost his patience and settled on sending her a message.

“We found you a place on a TUSK squad. However, you will have to relocate to the USA. Please call me back as soon as possible”

And without her even knowing, Tanya’s life took another sharp turn…