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whore-era · 1 year

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affinity - part 1

ellie williams x fem!reader

themes: angst, pining, best friends, unrequited love

summary: after being in love with your best friend for years, one drunken night changes everything.

a/n: this was torture to write. apologies in advanced.

word count: 3,689

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“god, i’d give up my left leg to eat right now. i’m starving.” you groan out, the rumbling in your stomach erupting on cue.

ellie lets out a laugh, “you finished your sandwich already?” she packs her backpack with perishable canned foods, flinging it over her shoulder.

“hey, i didn’t have breakfast before i left this morning,” you defend, your eyes scanning the empty shelves of the abandoned food mart. not much, as usual. “the sandwich was tempting me.”

your best friend shakes her head, “what do i always tell you? ya gotta eat, you stubborn girl. we’re out here— running and fighting for our lives—6 to 8 hours everyday.”

“sorry, mother, won’t do it again,” you stick your tongue out to her, earning a glare from the green-eyed girl.

“c’mon, let’s get outta here and call it a day.” she says opening the front door, waiting for you. you nod and tuck the gun in the waistband of your jeans, walking towards the entrance. your untied shoelaces cause you to trip over your own feet, and you prepare yourself to face-pan on the floor, looking like a complete fool. but the moment never comes, as you feel strong arms catch you mid-fall.

you look up, making eye contact with those jade-green orbs you fell in love with all those years ago. she looks back at you, searching your face for any sign of injury. clearing your throat, you get back on your feet, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“sorry. you know me, such a clutz,” you sputter out nervously, laughing to ease the tension as you both walk toward the two horses. “nah, no worries. but i do think you purposely leave your shoes untied just so i can catch you.”

“you wish, williams.” you retort, a false sense of confidence in your tone. hoisting yourself up on your horse, sunshine, you tug on the leads to begin the journey back to town.

ellie appears next to you, shimmer strolling alongside sunshine, looking breathtaking in the setting sun of wyoming. your heart flutters, and for a brief second, you think you’re having a heart attack. you would think after being best friends with ellie williams for five years that you would get used to seeing her face everyday, but that wasn’t the case for you at all.

it began slow, when you noticed the way your heart would pick up when she smiled at you or when you found yourself thinking of dumb puns just so you could hear her laugh. but you knew it was over for you when you found it hard to breathe after she accidentally kissed you after having one too many beers that she sacked from joel when you were both 15. it led you right to this moment, with a 5-year long crush and unrequited feelings for your oblivious best friend.

i mean, who could blame you? ellie williams was to die for. she was strong, brave, outgoing, charming, witty, protective, intelligent, and — well, it’d take you forever to list off everything amazing about her. there was about a handful of girls in town that feel the same way you do about ellie, and you were just lucky to bear witness to the numerous flings that ellie had with them, sarcasm included. fortunately for you, they never usually ended up in anything serious, as ellie was never really interested in being anything more than ‘special friends’, if you could catch her drift.

as for you, you never really attempted to look for anything with anyone else. anyone who showed any interest in you, which was not many people, faced rejection. it was sad enough to admit, but you were okay just being ellie’s best friend, even if it meant seeing her with other girls.

“i’m serious,” ellie chuckles, “you’re always eating shit and falling over, dude.” she shakes her head, “how did maria even approve you for patrol?”

“hey! i’ll have you know that she’s very impressed with my artillery skills,” you retort, earning an eye roll from your best friend.

“whatever, man, whatever helps you sleep at night,” she laughs, “speaking of maria, heard she’s having that party tonight?”

you hum in agreeance, admiring the setting sun glowing lavender and magenta on the white snow. “you gonna go?”

“hmm, maybe. dina and i were thinking about making an appearance— to gossip and drink, that typ’a stuff,” you respond, looking over at the auburn-haired girl. ellie was silent for a moment, seeming deep in thought.

“i think i’m gonna go with cat.”

your heart fell to your stomach. cat was ellie’s latest fling. they’ve been talking and messing around for almost a month, and by now, ellie would’ve quit whatever situation she had going on with her, but she didn’t.

“oh. really?”

“yeah. i like being around her, she’s cool and funny and gorgeous and she listens to cool music and— and i think you’d really like her, you both would get along.” ellie dotes, eyes all sparkly. yeah, i’d highly doubt we’d get along, but i’d certainly try for you though, els. you blink back tears, wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeve, pretending to brush dirt off your face.

this was the only thing you despised about being her best friend. she confided in you for everything, especially about the girls she was with. your heart cracked a bit everytime, which always ended up with you laying in bed at four in the morning, crying because of the girl you loved, but couldn’t have.

you stayed silent, too silent. your brain worked quickly to think of something to say before ellie suspected anything out of the ordinary.

“i bet.” you murmured, relieved by the sight of the gates appearing in the far distance. you wanted nothing more than to run back home and scream into your pillow. god, this whole one-sided crush thing was pathetic.

“i just— she’s different, you know? we talk for hours and hours and it’s never weird or anything, dude.” ellie rambles, and for once in your life, you wanted her to shut up, but you couldn’t bear to say that to her. “i think i’m gonna ask her to be my girlfriend — tonight, at the party.”

air caught up in your trachea, absolutely stunned by her statement.

“what happened to her ‘just being a fling?’” you cleared your throat, trying to hide the tears building up. you wanted nothing more than for a hole to open up in the ground so it can swallow you up in a black darkness — along with sunshine, so you had a companion.

“man, fuck that,” she scoffs, “cat is just..something else.”

you feel tears about to spill from your eyes, “well, congratulations, els. i am so happy for you.”

the worst thing about this whole thing was you were truly happy for her — well you tried your hardest to be. being a good friend meant supporting and being happy for the people you love, no matter what your feelings were.

you knew you were about to burst into tears, so you made a break for it, clicking your tongue and signaling sunshine to sprint towards the gates. you could hear ellie yelling behind you, but you didn’t care, you just wanted to be alone.

the guards opened the gates, allowing you in as sunshine began to slow down to a steady gallop, ellie following shortly behind. with a swiftness, you got off of sunshine and handed her lead to one of the stable boys, muttering a quick ‘thank you’ before quickly stalking off towards your home. your thoughts of wanting to be buried under the thick covers to cry for hours were interrupted as a firm hand grabbed your arm.

“hey!” ellie snapped, looking annoyed as you turned around, “what the fuck was that? you ditched me back there.”

you chewed on your bottom lip, trying to conjure up a dumb excuse. “sorry, i- uh- really needed to use the bathroom,” your hand rubbed your stomach, “don’t think the sandwich is sitting well.”

ellie narrows her eyes, and for a second you think she doesn’t believe you, but that disappears once her nose scrunches up and she laughs, “ewww,” she cringes, “go on then.”

you give a weak smile and turn around to continue your trek. maybe you could’ve handled that better. you did leave her alone, even if it was for second, but ellie would’ve never done that to you. letting out a groan, you rub your forehead, “ugh, i’m so stupid.” you whisper to yourself.

feeling guilty, you stop and turn to apologize to ellie for running off, but your heart breaks into two at what you see — ellie pressing cat up against the stables, her lips busy against hers, and you wished you never turned around at all.

“dinaaaaaaaaaaa, i need another one pleaseee,” you drag out your words, slamming the glass against the table. the brunette sighed, taking your glass away from you.

“i don’t think you should be having another one.” dina suggests, and while the sober version of you would’ve agreed, the intoxicated version of you protested.

“no! i need it, deens,” you whine out, “please. m’going through heartbreak right now.” you pout, and point to your boob, totally missing the place where your heart should be. dina rolls her eyes, eventually giving in and pouring you your fourth glass of whiskey.

your eyes light up, taking the glass and lifting it up, “cheeeeeers!!” you hurrah, before downing the glass in one gulp and slamming it down again.

dina sighs, glancing at jesse, who was almost..startled? he was mostly shocked at how many glasses of whiskey you were able to run through your system in a span of an hour and a half.

two hours before you arrived to maria’s party, after getting ready, you made a plan. a terrible, horrible plan, but it was a plan that you thought would be best — for everybody.

after spending most of the afternoon after patrol feeling sorry for yourself and crying for three hours, you wiped your tears and decided enough was enough, you had to get over these stupid feelings you had for ellie. you didn’t want to sabotage her new relationship with cat, so you thought it’d be a good idea to distance yourself from her instead.

it was unbearable for you to be around her already, without having the temptation to kiss her everytime you looked at her.

but seeing her with a girlfriend? you’d rather throw yourselves to a horde of runners for them to snack on like a delicious jumbo pack of beef jerky.

after creating your little plan, you dressed in your best and did your hair, and decided to add a little cherry on top of your plan by forgetting any and all feelings about ellie williams by getting absolutely shit-faced with hard liquor — your new bff.

two hours later, here you were, begging dina for a fifth glass. “pleeeeeeaaasseee, i’ll- i’ll- i’ll do your laundry for a month!” you bargained.

“as tempting as that sounds, no! you’re gonna puke your guts out in the morning— you’ll be thanking me for not giving you another drink,” she says, twisting the cap on the glass bottle, earning a pout from you.

“dina, i’ll do anything! i just- i just- wanna forget all about ellie,” you sigh, looking across the bar at cat, who’s sitting alone, possibly waiting for ellie to arrive. tears prick the corner of your eyes, and you look away, putting your face in your hands, “this hurts so bad.”

not even liquor can make you forget about ellie williams and how her name was permanently etched onto your heart for infinity.

dina scootches her chair next to you, pulling you into a side hug, and you weep into her shirt. she glances at jesse, and all they could feel for you was sympathy, knowing well how strongly you felt about ellie. it was clear to everyone, but ellie, how much you loved her. everyone advised you to tell just ‘tell her how you felt’ and you never listened to them, always saying it’d make your friendship too complicated.

but a part of you right now felt like you should’ve listened, feeling dejected by the thought of missing the only opportunity you had to be with her.

“i’m gonna go see if i can get maria to make her something to eat,” dina says standing up to step away towards the bar, “make sure she doesn’t have any more drinks.”

jesse’s eyes widen as he realizes he’s now left to babysit you.

dina leans on the barside tables, “maria!”

the older lady turns around as she pours a drink and sets it on the table for one of the customers to take, “hey, dina,” she greets, throwing a towel over her shoulder, “what can i get ‘ya?”

“just a water and a little something to eat,” dina orders.

“sure thing. we could whip up a quick sandwich or we also have peanuts or chips in the back, take your pick.”

the brunette thinks for a second, “uhh, just give me whatever’s convenient. it’s not for me anyways, it’s for her,” dina nods towards you, her eyes widening as she sees you chugging the brown liquor from the glass bottle, with jesse attempting to pry the bottle from your hands. maria laughs and shakes her head.

“what’s her deal tonight?”

“uh, heartbreak,” dina mutters, rubbing the back of her neck, “ellie told her she was gonna ask cat to be her girlfriend tonight when they were out during patrol.”

the older woman sighs, looking down and grabbing the towel from her shoulder to wipe the sticky table. “they both have to fess up already, or else they’re both gonna lose each other.”

dina’s brows furrow, “what do you mean?”

“yeah, sure, everyone knows she loves ellie. anyone can see it,” maria pauses, “but if you focus hard enough on those two, you can see that ellie is just as head over heels for her, if not more. hell, i don’t even think she’s realized it herself.” maria bends down and opens a small fridge, taking out a wrapped sandwich.

“you think so?”

“i know so.” maria puts a cup of ice water on the table alongside the wrapped sandwich, before taking the next customers order.

with the glass of water and sandwich in hand, dina returns back to the table, greeted by the sight of you and jesse fighting over the liquor bottle.

“i will put my fist up your butt if you don’t give me that back!” you shout as jesse’s grip doesn’t budge from the shiny bottle.

“you’ve had enough, you little monster!” jesse yells as he gives another hard yank to the bottle, breaking it from your grip. dina lets out a laugh, before she sits down next to you, pulling you down with her so you can take a seat, but you trip over and nearly miss the chair entirely.

“whoops,” you giggle, completely plastered.

steadying yourself and sitting on the hardwood chair, dina holds the glass of water up towards your lips, “drink up.”

you take a sip of water, and cower at the bland taste, “heeeyy, this isn’t whiskeeee,” you whine.

“you need it, so you don’t wake up all sick and stuff,” dina says, attempting to persuade you to drink more water and sway you away from any ideas of sipping on alcohol again.

“no, i don- i don’t need that,” you garble, “what i do need is- is- is ellie.”

at the mention of ellie’s name again, you break out into tears. this was the night that jesse and dina realized you were an extremely, emotional drunk.

“okay, that’s it,” jesse says standing up, “we’re taking you home.”

you gasp, “no! i promise no more drinks!” you attempt to hold onto the table, but to no avail, jesse easily gets you on your feet and holds you steady on your left side.

“c’mon, dina, take her other side.” dina goes to your right and puts her arm around your waist, making sure you have no chances of slipping out of her grip.

“pleeeeaaassseee, don’ let them take me away!!” you shout to the bystanders as jesse and dina drag you away from the event and towards the doors of the bar, gaining some stares and laughs from the other partygoers.

as the cold, winter night air hits you in the face, the three of you are greeted by the person you wanted so badly to forget about tonight.

“uh, hey, guys,” the green-eyed girl greets, “leaving already?”

jesse and dina look at each other nervously, with you still in their hold. “yup, someone partied too hard.” jesse says, laughing a little bit too awkwardly.

ellie takes you in, glancing at your inebriated state; eyes all hazy and glossed over, letting out little giggles here and there, and can barely stand on their own two feet.

“so, if you don’t mind, we’ll be taking her home,” dina clears her throat, “jesse get her keys.” jesse quickly lets go of you, sending you stumbling over to the side, bringing dina along with you.

ellie rushes over to your side and snakes her arm around your waist, holding you close to her body. butterflies erupted in your stomach once again. even in your extremely drunken condition, your body knew how to respond when ellie was around.

jesse pats your pockets, and doesn’t feel anything, “nothing, she doesn’t have her keys.”

“hehe, i think i forgot them. dunno where they are,” you giggle, feeling all warm and drowsy all of a sudden, and your head leans over to the side, coincidentally on ellie’s shoulder.

“shit. how the fuck do we get her home and in bed then?” dina sighs out.

“i’ll take her back to mine and let her sleep over.” ellie decides without a second thought, taking your arm and putting it over her shoulder.

dina’s hesitant, “you sure? you just got here.”

“of course. don’t want her getting hurt or ending up god knows where,” ellie lets out a laugh, “just do me a favor and tell cat i’ll make it up to her tomorrow.”

the pair both nod and head back in the bar, whereas you were too busy looking at ellie’s face and how all her features looked perfect in the soft glow of the lights shining through the windows from the bar.

“you have greeeen eyes,” you comment, your eyes in total awe as ellie guides you back to her shed.

“yup, i do,” ellie laughs, amused by your drunk comments.

“my best friend has greeeen eyes,” you slurred out, “you kin’a look like her.”

“yeah?”

“mmmhhhmmm, her- her name is ellie and she’s the best,” you smile at the thought of ellie, completely unbeknownst that she was the one holding onto you, “i-i love her.”

“i’m sure ellie loves you too,” ellie assures. you shake your head.

“nuh uh, she doesn’t,” you counter, “ellie loves me. i love love ellie.”

the girl laughs, “what? love love? what does that mean?”

“i’m in looooove with ellie, dumb dumb.”

ellie stops in her tracks, causing you to retract and fall back, sending her on top of you. ellie was astounded, barely registering the fact that you’re both on the snow.

“what?” maybe ellie heard incorrectly. you were drunk and babbling nonsense, but she still had to make sure.

“i,” you point to yourself, “am in love with ellie williams.” you manage to let out clearly, wincing from the melted snow seeping into your clothes. ellie gets up on her feet and pulls you up, brushing the snow off your clothes and hair.

“you’re just- you’re just drunk.” ellie tries to find some explanation to all of this, and that was the most rational one she could think of. she secures her arm onto you again, continuing the short walk to her place.

“nope, nope, nope,” you shake your head, “i have been in loveee with ellie for— one, two, three, four, five— five years!” you count your fingers. “but, she doesn’t love me back.”

you begin to cry again, nestling your face into her chest. still unaware you were with ellie, the very person you were crying over, “she told me she was gonna- she was gonna-” you pause to wipe your tears, “she was gonna ask cat to be her girlfriend.”

ellie’s heart tore at the sight of one of the most important people in her life crying, and it was all because of her. she didn’t know what to think, she wanted to believe that you were saying all this stuff because you were drunk, but a part of her doesn’t believe it — a drunk man’s words is a sober man’s thoughts.

rumaging in her pockets, she took her key out as you both neared her shed. her arm still secured around your waist, ellie unlocked her door and hauled you over her bed, pulling the blankets back, and sitting you down on the sheets.

ellie’s mind was running a mile a minute, thinking about your confession minutes prior, but she was still intent on taking care of you. she bent down to untie your shoes and tie your hair out of your face, ensuring you’d be more comfortable sleeping this way.

pouring some extra water she had in a cup, she brings it towards your lips, “open.” you obey her command and part your lips, taking small sips of water, your eyes having difficulty staying open as you began to feel sleepy.

ellie placed the cup on the nightstand and she gently laid you back in her bed, pulling a blanket over you. before she knew it, you were out like a light, gentle snores coming from your mouth.

ellie let out a heavy sigh and sat down on her couch, unable to shake the events that took place tonight — any ides of making cat her girlfriend fading further and further away from her mind.

affinity - part 2 here

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou #the last of us #the last of us ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader angst #ellie x reader angst #ellie x fem!reader

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miracles-and-butterflies · 1 year

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Any Luisa headcanons?

Have a few asks for Luisa at the minute, so here are some of my headcanons for her:

Her full name is Luisa Amalia Rojas Madrigal

She was over a month late

When she first met Isabela, she bit Isabela’s finger

Her first words were “Papa” and “Bela”

Luisa is the most like Agustín

She’s her father’s daughter through and through

Her favourite thing in the world is coffee (she is the original coffee kid)

Young Isabela and Luisa frequently got into trouble as children and had to be healed from their fights

She was jealous of the attention Isabela received and hated being the youngest

Agustín’s father, Sancho, is the one who inspired her love for Greek mythology

Luisa loves mythology in general, but Greek will always be her favourite and area of expertise

Was grounded for two weeks at Mirabel’s birth for saying, “She’s better than any boy!”

Young Luisa was obsessed with her little sister, and acted like a little girl with her toy doll when it came to Mirabel. She still kinda does

While Isabela was Alma’s favourite, Luisa was the favourite of Agustín’s mother, Juana

Juana was very strict and cruel as a grandmother behind Agustín’s back, which is why Alma never wanted her granddaughters visiting her

Prior Mirabel’s ceremony, Luisa would go to the nursery for the bedtime story before going back to her own. Sometimes she’d sneak back in and sleep on the window seat

Unlike the others, young Luisa wasn’t hurt by Mirabel being smarter her and was very encouraging of the fact that this child could read and write better than her

She is the one who drags Mirabel into photos

She learns Greek, Italian and Portuguese from her father

Yes, Luisa looks like a cinnamon roll, but she can and will kill you to protect her family

Similarly, nobody think she’s is a little shit either

She is the typical annoying younger sister to Isabela, not Mirabel

Likes to annoy Isabela with how little she knows about plants

She knows she’s her father’s favourite and will absolutely turn on the charm to get out of things that are absolutely her fault

Luisa goes on a jog every morning and evening as part of her workout and cool down routines

Really wants to try rock climbing but Julieta won’t let her because it’s dangerous

She loves dancing and is really good at it, though she has never taken actual lessons

She also really likes swimming

Can be just as egotistical and competitive as Isabela

Luisa was seven when she worked out she was a lesbian at her birthday party

She had a growth spurt at 15 and has been the tallest person in Encanto ever since, much to Isabela’s annoyance

Before the film, Luisa would try to do her father, Tío Félix and Mirabel’s chores before getting caught doing so

Luisa has been preparing herself to deal with intruders and use to ask Bruno if he foresaw any attacks, so she’d know how and when to defend the town

After hearing he’d done visions for Dolores and Isabela, she asked for one too. She was very upset when he didn’t

Young Luisa was the one who frequently walked in on the adults at the worst times (for example, the argument after Bruno left)

Luisa struggles to accept the fact she neglected Mirabel and hasn’t been as great a sister as she claims, usually pushing the blame on to Isabela instead

She has a button collection

She is super protective of it and will not let anyone touch them

Luisa is the best hug giver

She likes physical connection - she will always be seen hugging, wrapping an arm around or carrying her family members

In addition, she is very ticklish

She feels so bad for always hugging Mirabel after Casita’s fall when it was clear her sister wasn’t comfortable. She still goes to hug her now, but will change to holding her hand instead

Capybaras, dogs and donkeys are Luisa’s favourite animals

Luisa has many plushies of them, her room is also filled with bean bag chairs and a variety of pillows

She also has a variety of lamps in her room, due to being afraid of the dark

Luisa chews her nails when stressed

She doesn’t always notice when the village kids climb on her because she’s so use to Camilo and Antonio doing it at home

She eats just as much as Camilo, he just always gets caught

Is the only one who can outlast Pepa’s hurricanes

A little bit jealous of Dolores and Mirabel, that’s her hermanita goddamit

She is the reigning champion of tejo out of anyone in Encanto

Luisa will always go to her father for advice first and then Mirabel

Luisa was the one who started creating more unnecessary jobs around Encanto for herself - people did not suddenly start asking her to move the church every morning

She is the only child of Julieta’s who is a good cook

Has always been in control of her strength, but there are times when she forgets. She has accidentally smashed many bowls and glasses

Luisa does yoga and meditation after the film

She cannot play a single instrument

Currently, she has a crush on Lili (the background character)

In the future, she wants to get married and have two children

#encanto #ask me anything #luisa madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #alma madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #félix madrigal #bruno madrigal #the cold family #encanto lili #antonio madrigal #pepa madrigal #encanto headcanons

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almost-a-class-act · 8 months

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I am obsessed with your givenson headcanons but esp Tim's mom?? like do you have more about them specifically bc I am so interested in this idea of her being alive & them on good terms? has she met Rachel or Art? I feel like she would at least know Rachel (bc she's obvs Tim's best friend)? But omg the possibility of her meeting Raylan?? I will be thinking about this for the rest of the week!

From this rambling headcanon.

I'm so glad you asked because this spawned yet another conversation with @cenyiere that made me stare into the abyss for a while!

CW for a domestic violence mention below the cut.

Tim doesn't go home very often, because he hates that tiny-ass town where everyone knows your business. It's probably two years into this thing with Raylan before they go for Thanksgiving or something, and Tim acts like this ain't no thing but I suspect he hasn’t brought anyone home to the folks before, if only because he plays personal shit close to the vest, even with family.

You didn't ask, but I’ve assigned him a sister as well, because I don’t think you acquire Tim’s knack for delightful clever back-and-forth quite as easily without a sibling.

His mom has been through enough that she is beyond taking anyone's shit. She's a little hard with everyone except her kids, and accordingly makes Raylan work for it. (At least part of it is trying to figure out whether he has a temper, because she knows how Tim can push buttons and she doesn’t want to have to murder a Marshal.) Luckily for everyone involved, Raylan’s response ranges from a bemused smile to a quality one-liner, because damned if he isn’t a little charmed by it – which is unsurprisingly pretty similar to how he reacts when Tim gives him shit.

Hi, you didn't think we could come this far and not detour into Tim’s shitty childhood, did you?

The Gutterson household was the type where everyone walked on eggshells around dad. Eventually Tim got old enough and savvy enough to know when an explosion was imminent and accordingly turned up the brattiness so that the one bearing the brunt of the explosion was him, and not his mom or sister. It was sort of a "we already hate each other, it might as well be me he loses it on", and especially as a teenager he got a few swings of his own in.

Accordingly, his family are pretty protective of him as an adult. He already had that one formative abusive relationship in his life that he couldn’t walk away from, and his reaction was to get reckless and mean, to challenge and taunt and say ‘do your worst’ rather than getting out of the way. So it’s less that he can’t look after himself, and more that they don’t always trust him to.

The sister ends up chatting with just Raylan at some point and she's like, "Tim really settled down after the army. He's not as angry as he was." And Raylan, who walks around with a big wad of repressed anger himself and recognizes it in Tim, doesn't say anything.

(Sidebar: Tim’s mom and sister look alike, and neither of them look much like Tim. It wouldn’t be a cosmic joke if you didn’t favour the parent that sucks, after all!)

(Still, picture two sets of unfamiliar eyes fixed on Raylan and then Tim’s mother and sister slide a look to each other that is so exactly Tim that yeah, Raylan knows he’s among Tim’s people.)

Afterward, Rachel congratulates him on not letting himself be run off, which is how Raylan knows that everyone but him was apparently fully aware that Mrs. Gutterson is a little bit of a battle-axe [affectionate].

#tim gutterson #givenson #justified #asks

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gsstories · 1 year

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Hellverse AU! Let’s GO!

In this AU, Genesis Virtud is Queen of Hell. Never banished from Heaven, she actually fell on her own accord when she saw all the BULLSHIT that was gonna happen in the humans’ future if she or God didn’t do something. God refused to do shit so she decided, fuck it, she’ll do it herself!

Genesis is the first Angel to exist and the first to fall, hence her name being Genesis which means the ‘beginning of something’. She has almost all the qualities needed to be considered a goddess but isn’t actually one considering she doesn’t really have any followers. She can shapeshift into ANYTHING and she constantly shapeshifts to see what is happening around Hell to make sure it ain’t getting to messed up.

With her flaming crown and a thousand dollar smile, she is eccentric and charming and can be manipulative whenever she wants. She is not necessarily evil but she will commit mass genocide if her kids get hurt.

Speaking of kids, her majesty actually adopted several kids she found on while out on ‘patrol’.

Grace Virtud is the oldest of the Virtud kids and the first one to have been adopted by Genesis. She was found crying near her mother’s corpse after extermination day. She loves Hell History but whenever she talks about the Exorcists, she gets nauseous and starts panicking.

She is dramatic and alluring, sometimes having a rather… scary side. She is a hybrid of a Hellcat and a Succubus, meaning she can seduce people and hypnotize them and has the qualities of a cat. She will get distracted by laser pointers and will get high on catnip. She is protective of her stuff and has a very early bedtime, that being 7 pm. If anyone eats her leftovers, without asking, or makes to much noise after 7, she’ll rage.

Whitmore ‘Whitty’ Virtud is the second oldest Virtud and second child Genesis adopted. He was found while he was running away from an organization that was chasing him.

He is calm and passionate about music, and adores his mother. He will break reality if provoked and only Genesis is able to calm him down. Nobody really knows what Whitty is, considering he is an experiment, but they don’t really care. He is timid and always asks Grace if he can eat some of her leftovers when he hungry (he eats a lot!) and she usually lets him since he asked. He is always amused when he sees Grace acting dramatic or acting to her feline instincts. Although the scratches are not really welcome.

(Insert image of a Human Shadow the Hedgehog with horns or something :p)

Duncan ‘Shadow’ Virtud is the third oldest Virtud and the third to be adopted by Genesis. He was found in the streets after his family had been killed and he had to run away before they got him too.

He is a quiet and mysterious individual who doesn’t let himself be vulnerable to many, just his family and close friends. He is rather powerful, having speed that only a god could match and abilities no normal demon could have. Shadow is a demon but he is also an experiment like Whitty. It is currently unknown what type of demon he is supposed to resemble. Shadow is quite difficult to figure out, always having this cold exterior that not many can melt. While he doesn’t show it, he truly does care for his siblings, knowing if something were to happen to them, there would be bloodshed.

Benjamin ‘Bendy’ Virtid is the youngest Virtud and the last kid that Genesis adopted. He was found playing with a toy train in an animation studio alone.

Bendy is a playful and charming individual, having the form of the Ink Demon as well. Being an ink creature, he sometimes makes a mess if he is panicking or in distress. When he is, his mother will be there to comfort him. He often uses laser pointers so he can have a good laugh when Grace is chasing after it. He is the favorite sibling and has a cute mischievous face that let’s him get away with almost anything. And when I say almost, it’s because he will not get away with eating Grace’s leftovers or when he wakes her up after 7.

Genesis indeed tempt Eve to eat the Apple, not because she wanted to doom humanity, but because she wanted them to be independent and have them not listen to God. God got mad and took away her legs when she was in snake form but she just grew them back and waddled away.

Of course, humans thought it seemed gay that Genesis tempted Eve so they decided to change Genesis to be this demon called Lucifer. It was rewritten to be that Lucifer fell because of a rebellion. Gen was like ‘WTF?’ when she read the Bible and that particular scene.

These are Genesis, Whitty and Bendy’s heights compared to each other. (Didn’t know how to fit Grace’s and Shadow’s silhouettes, sorry-) Grace reaches Whitty’s elbow while Shadow reaches the tip of Whitty’s hand.

And that’s all for the Virtud family, the most OP family in all of Hell! Try and hurt one of them and you will be dead before next Extermination Day!

(Genesis and Grace belong to me. Shadow is from the Sonic fandom, Whitty is from FNF and Bendy is from BATIM)

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #friday night funkin #shadow the hedgehog #bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine #my oc art #alternate universe #sonic the hedgehog

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Chapter 2: Awakening

A/N: All I have to say is fuck this chapter it took me eons to write.

Kira jerked awake, shadows and demons dancing in her mind as she looked around, blinking the remnants of sleep from her eyes. After a momentary contemplation of the mortifying ordeal of being awake, she buried her face in her pillow with a groan. Last night was a blur, and she was almost certain the entire encounter in the woods had been a dream. She often had grand dreams of that sort, all apocalypses and harrowing adventures where she was the hero. It had probably been another of those.

After a minute more of agonizing, she decided it was time to face the day, and she forced herself out of bed, throwing aside a pillow she had apparently decided to cuddle in the middle of the night, and into a clean pair of clothes before shambling her way down the hall to the bathroom. Her entire body was sore like she had actually fought for her life, and her arm throbbed in the same place where the shadow had slashed her in her dream. What had she cut herself on? She frowned, thinking. There was nothing she could have cut herself on. No, there must have been, she thought. I probably fell asleep with a book in bed again.

She flicked the bathroom light on and stretched, arcing her arms high over her head and delighting in the satisfying crackle of her spine. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and froze.

A blue, tattoo-like mark stood out starkly on her forearm. The delicate S-curve and the slashing line through the middle was elegant, and the design seemed to radiate a certain power. Frantically, she turned, examining her other arm, the one that had been cut in her dream. The area was red and inflamed, and a dark bruise was creeping across her skin, but beneath the dried blood, she could see the deep scratches had already started to seal up.

Any lingering doubts that last night was a dream disintegrated. No book corner could cause an injury like that.

“Holy shit...holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” she said, barely able to contain herself. She leaned closer to the mirror, still muttering as she got a closer look at her wounds and at the mark. She poked and prodded them, and winced at the raw pain when she touched the cuts. Whatever was happening, it was very much not a dream. It was painfully, awesomely real.

Her head swam, her thoughts a thunderstorm of theories and speculation. What would happen to her now? Was she going to gain powers like the man from last night had? Would she be called to protect the world? It was almost too good to be true. She wondered what she could do now, and for the first time in her life she seriously considered ditching school, just so she could find out.

“Kira! Are you up yet? You’re going to be late!”

Kira’s nerve failed her, and she called down to her mother. “I’m going! I’ll be down in a minute!” She shoved a toothbrush in her mouth, hastily ran a comb through her thick red hair, and pounded down the hall back to her room to throw on a sweatshirt to cover her arms. She would have to deal with this later.

Carter was already devouring a bowl of off-brand Lucky Charms when she made it to the kitchen. Kira could feel his eyes burning into her, watching her every move. She thought about the blur that was the night before; what was she going to say when the inevitable questions came out of his mouth? She barely knew what was happening, how could she even begin to explain it to someone else?

“What?” she demanded when she sat down and saw he was still staring.

He contemplated his choices, then shrugged. “Just seeing if you were hungover or high on crack.”

Carter’s blunt response stopped her racing brain dead in its tracks, and she forgot all about the night before. “I-what? No?? Where would I get drugs?”

Carter looked at her like she had just asked him why he was using a spoon to eat his cereal. “You are friends with a literal drug dealer. There is no way you didn’t know that.”

It was Kira’s turn to stare. Carter banged his head on the table out of sheer frustration.

She mentally slapped herself when she connected the dots. “OH. Okay, yeah that was deserved I should have guessed that one.”

“Kira, the last time he was here he stank so bad Mom gave Gary a tomato bath because she thought he got sprayed!” Carter couldn’t help but shout.

“Shut up, I get it!”

“Cut it out, your father’s sleeping,” their mother called from the hallway. Carter stuck his tongue out, accepting this as a win.

Kira heard the rustle of keys and shifting fabric as her mother slipped a jacket on. She was leaving early today. “Sorry, mom.”

“Just be a little more aware, okay?”

Both of the kids nodded. Carter shoveled the remaining bits of his cereal into his mouth while Kira scrounged up a bagel to devour. They waved goodbye as their mother left for the day, and they were alone again.

“So why are you being weird?” Carter asked again.

“I’m not being weird. Why do you care?” She peeked out the front window. “Come on, the bus is here.”

“Whatever.”

They set their dishes by the sink, snatched up their backpacks, and gave Gary, the family golden retriever, his obligatory head pats on the way out the door. Gary whined as Kira passed him, and she paused to add a kiss to her head pats. “We’ll be back later, sweet boy. Don’t do crimes, okay?”

Gary raised a paw and batted at her arm, giving her a look. Kira had always thought his eyes held a certain intelligence to them, but she assumed most people said that about their dogs. What sent a chill down her spine was when she set his paw back down and he nudged her arm with his nose in response, right where her new tattoo was. Even the dog knew she was hiding something.

“Shhh...that’s our secret, okay? Okay.”

Gary huffed, as if to agree to her terms.

“Hurry up, Kira!” Carter called.

One last head pat and Kira was racing out the door. She skipped the steps leading down from the door and jogged down the driveway, catching up to her brother as they reached the bus. The doors hissed open and they climbed aboard.

As always, it was dead silent. They were the first ones to be picked up, which meant first pick of seats, and an eerie sense that neither of them would be able to place until they learned the term “liminal space.” Buses were supposed to be places full of rowdy, inconsiderate kids, loud voices, and plenty of mischief, but this early in the morning it was a desolate tin can.

Distractedly, Kira moved all the way to the back while Carter picked his usual spot a few seats in front of her. Everything suddenly felt too loud, too bright, too sharp and jagged, like someone had taken the world and broken it into razor shards. She struggled to untangle her earbuds, finally managed the seemingly impossible task, and slipped out her phone. A random song began as she pressed play on her music app, and the jagged edges of the world softened a little.

Kira kept replaying the night before in her head, over and over and over again. She couldn’t help it. Everything felt so surreal, yet so clear and tangible and real, and it was hard for her to focus with the windstorm in her head. She might have superpowers. Actual, legitimate, honest to God supernatural abilities. It was exciting, and it was almost intoxicating just thinking about it.

She wasn’t stupid, though; she couldn’t overlook the glaring hole in her dream come true. There was something bigger going on here; there was always something bigger when it came to these sorts of things. That man had to have come from somewhere, and those...things had to have been chasing him for a reason. Kira sighed and slumped in her seat. What were the odds that they would leave her alone? Very, very low, knowing her luck. She shuddered, remembering just how near death she had been last night.

What were the creatures after?

Kira started as someone plopped down next to her and ripped her out her earbuds. “Jesus, Em, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” Emily said, shrugging off her backpack and setting it on the floor. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. Just...tired.” Kira shrugged, not meeting Emily’s inquiring gaze. She hated lying.

Emily gave her a long, hard, scrutinizing look, and Kira couldn’t help how she slumped in relief when Emily finally relented. “Did you finish the homework for Chemistry? Houdini got out again so I didn’t get it done.”

“The—oh goddammit…” Kira mentally kicked herself. “I forgot we had that.” She slumped further in her seat, wishing she could sink into it and disappear.

“Really? You never forget about homework.”

“I had a weird night,” Kira replied, her tone insisting she would not be elaborating. She rummaged through her backpack, pulling out her Chemistry book and the sheet of problems she was supposed to have completed already. They still had a good half-hour before the bus dropped them off, so she had plenty of time to half-ass all of the problems.

Emily didn’t prod any further, but Kira could feel her friend’s gaze burning into her as she slipped an earbud back in and hunched over her homework. Kira knew Emily would find some way to wheedle it out of her eventually, but she was determined to delay the wheedling for as long as humanly possible. She wasn’t entirely sure she was ready to face all of this herself, let alone drag anyone else into it when she was confident that danger was lurking.

Forty-five minutes later (the bus had had to go back for a poor soul who had overslept) and a lot of frustrated textbook skimming later, Kira had put minimal effort into all but one of the problems and the bus was rattling to a halt in front of Dresden High School. It was an imposing, two-story red brick building, and its small windows made it look more like a prison than a school. Large, steel letters spelled out the school’s name above the main entrance to the school, and the snarling wolf mascot glared at them from banners fluttering in the ever-present Wyoming breeze.

Kira shoved her things back in her backpack and rose to her feet as the bus doors slid open, and she slipped into the line of teenagers filing off the bus. She ruffled Carter’s hair as she moved past him, stepping out of the way before he could punch her in the thigh like he always attempted to do. It was almost a relief when she finally made it off the bus and onto the sidewalk, and she took a deep breath. It always felt so claustrophobic getting off the bus in the mornings.

Pickle slipped up behind them, humming as he quietly nabbed the water bottle Emily carried everywhere with her. Kira side-eyed him, but said nothing, and Emily remained seemingly oblivious to her brother’s antics. Pickle was always looking for ways to mess with people, and today was no different. As Kira watched him, he took a massive gulp from the water bottle, only to yelp in disgust as the liquid hit his tongue.

“What is that??” he demanded as Emily snatched the water bottle back from him.

“Lemon juice,” Emily said, “You’re not very slick.”

“Evil.”

Kira snorted. “You pull this same trick every morning. She was bound to retaliate sooner or later.”

The shrill toll of the bell interrupted whatever smart-ass comment Pickle was about to shoot back at her. Instead, he waved to them before shoving his way through the throng of other students. “Later, nerds!”

Kira rolled her eyes as she and Emily made their own way through the crowded halls. They had their first class of the day—Chemistry—together, which normally was a blessing. But today, with everything threatening to overwhelm her, Kira wasn’t quite as enthusiastic about it. They took their usual places near the back of the classroom, and Kira pulled out her hastily finished Chemistry homework.

She wasn’t paying attention for most of the class; it was a silent study period for their exam the next day. She continued to mull the events of the previous night over in her head, trying to make sense of the bits that still didn’t seem to quite fit. She concocted wild theories in her head, everything from aliens to eldritch gods seemed plausible at this point.

Throughout all of this, a pressure was beginning to build in her head. Kira barely noticed it at first, but as the minutes ticked by, it became impossible to ignore. Irritably, she massaged her temples, but the pressure only worsened, swiftly becoming the kind of pain that lances through your skull like lightning. She glanced desperately at the clock. Fifteen minutes of class left. She was never going to survive that long.

“Are you okay?” Emily’s voice was like a nail scraping the inside of her skull.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She was vaguely aware of how pale she must be, could feel the roiling nausea that came right before vomiting, building with the pain in her head. Abruptly, she shoved herself to her feet and staggered out of the classroom. No one tried to stop her; she assumed Ms. Marksman had seen that look on her face before, the one that meant she would be causing a massive mess if she was delayed.

The trip to the bathroom was a blur. She accidentally slammed the stall door as she threw herself at the nearest toilet, and the cracking sound made her head swim even worse than it already was. Her stomach clenched, but nothing came up. Everything seemed to take on a bright blue tint.

Suddenly, she wasn’t in the bathroom anymore.

She was in the forest, facing down a massive horned beast. Its eyes were glowing red like coals.

Before she could get her bearings, she was torn from the scene, and another materialized around her. A barren snowscape, the screams of war, the clashing of blades, ice-cold hands around her throat.

Another violent shift into another violent scene. A gala drenched in blood, a cracked and broken stage, a pain so intense she thought she might die.

The images she was seeing began to flicker rapidly, racing by.

Dozens of shadows, bright green eyes set to kill.

Chains around her wrists.

A man falling from a cliff.

The world cracking apart around her.

And then she was back in the bathroom again, shivering violently, heart pounding, breathing hard, face damp with sweat. Her legs felt weak as she tried to stand, and she sagged against the broken stall door. The door swung outward, spilling her out right into the arms of another girl. She hadn’t even noticed someone else was in here.

“Hey!” A voice snapped, outraged. “What the fuck, Kira?”

Kira winced. She felt hands grip her shoulders and jerked away violently. Every sensation felt like fire licking her skin. But yet again her legs failed her, and she just ended up right back where she had started, falling into the other girl’s arms.

“Are you high or something? What in the hell are you doing?”

Kira recognized the voice now. It was Allison. She opened her mouth to snap or say something mean back, but she only managed a weak groan as her vision went fuzzy. Her head was beginning to feel like cotton.

“...Kira?” Allison faltered, sounding concerned now, and Kira’s vision went black before she could be smug about it.

Tag list: @isa-ghost @bunchofdoodlesinspace @nebula-starlight

#my writing #a heros call #the dresden crew #i told myself this would get finished today or i would die trying #i guess i am not dying today #as per usual i am posting this at ass o clock at night #i would say i will get better but i will not #original fiction #original writing #original characters

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To Sir, With Love Live Blogging

It’s 17 eps of 70-75 mins lol I have like 12 days before the end of the year to finish it. hopefully i can do it since i’m on winter break after all

Playlist

Ep 1 (Dec 20)

lol starting with a paragraph to set the scene

interesting to see her play Bua (supposed to be a sympathetic character I think - Song’s mistress) when she was Wanwan’s shit ass mother in PSIHY

Tian is the heir

oh, homophobia right off the gate

D: public suicide not even 30 minutes in

loll i see why people were confused by Tian and Yang, it’s like typical BL childhood before lovers storyline but I’m pretty sure they’re halfbrothers

omg second wife evil as hell, really through a snake near Tian to hope it kills him

omg this snake and the POV of the snake toward the kids gives me such Indian serial vibes yaas

damn, Song sent Bua to live outside the building when he found out was was sterile, ewwww

me too I hope Tian and Yang can maintain good sibling relationship forever

they really going with the “look at this gay ass child” with Tian pretending to be the female lead in the opera and wanting a hairpin instead of the sword.

aww poor baby getting yelled at by his mom and having to watch the scar and hairpin burn. at least i know he gets a happy ending for sure but fuck

Ep 2 (Dec 20)

found a new playlist that has the show in parts of 5 per ep, so I’ll watch that instead I think

2-1

ooh Tian 12 years later

ooh is that Yang? beating harassers up?

wait Yang is so cool and charming okayyy he suits the wayward second son uninterested in the family business vibe very much

woahhh i love siblings so much!! Hope nothing tears Tian and Yang apart T.T

the gay people not being real men and thus being inferior to real men is thing is fucking me up like Tian’s mother worried that she can’t change who Tian is and so Yang will always be superior to him even though Yang fights and makes their dad upset

pls this lady tryna seduce Tian is so funny

2-2

not the mom basically giving permission for Tian and the girl to have sex cuz she wants her to fuck the gay out of him

“you’re a woman. you should respect yourself and have dignity.” ew Tian

lol Yang’s mother and her servant really just overheard Tian and his mom discussing his gayness rip, they’re not careful enough to enough when discussing it or like that burning in ep 1

oh jk they didn’t properly hear what they were talking about, just saw the mom slap Tian

ooh Yang’s love interest to be? Seems like she’s up to something, they could be a mischievous couple together

bro what’s up with all these girls getting sexually harassed constantly? the girl Yang saved, Mud, now this seller girl?

ooh, getting a glance at Tian’s love interest too

asdklfj Tian’s so delighted and the guy also keep looking back heh

2-3

ahh Yang and his love interest’s dynamic reminds me of like the m/f YA fantasy novel teasing rascal dynamics I read in gr 7, it’s cute

oh fuck the opera is protesting japanese soldiers and thus getting raided by them

Yang protecting that child, he really is so fantasy romance protagonist

oh fuck we’re actually getting story for Yang’s love interest too !! she’s from a noble family but her family’s in debt and her father’s disappointed that she’s a woman not a man

damn Yang putting all the blame on himself for sneaking out and lying to make Tian seem better, fuck i love sibling relationship so much

oh fuck i’d seen this clip on tiktok before but I originally though it was Tian’s love interest. knowing it’s the full story of Yang getting beat while Tian tries to stop it is actually even more </33333

2-4

ahh Tian’s mother arranging Pin (Yang’s love interest) to date Tian, I hope exciting fun shenanigans will come out of this

loll Tian amused by Pin getting the maid to leave them alone

Pin so beautiful and mischievous, I love her so much

Tian so amused by Pin’s shenanigans

2-5

woah brooo Tian really found Yang’s mom in his closet just as he and his mom were about to discuss queerness but I doubt he’d even say anything because he’s just nice

Ep 3 (Dec 20)

3-1

ofc Tian didn’t let his mom know that the second wife/Yang’s mom is here but at least he confronted her and told Yang about it too

so we’re also getting the woman who got her late husband’s business and evil dude Ma back

Mud’s working for this lady, interesting

Tian having the time of his life setting up Yang and Pin everytime Pin tries to spend time with him lol

Tian’s mom’s name = Madam Li

oh dang Yang speaking about duty and following your heart to Pin

3-2

Damn I wanna know what Tian’s love interest is tryna do fr, who’s he following

aw shucks, Tian is already so enamoured but the other mans is going “i don’t think we’re destined to meet each other. injuries always happen when we do.” though it’s clear he also feels something lol

oh, Yang saw Tian and his future love interest have a Moment

omg cut sleeve (the word ‘gay’ comes from that they mentioned)

oh damn this whole time I thought Yang knew but he didn’t realize Tian’s gay till right now when everything’s coming back to him. anyway i trust him to be supportive

aw, Yang coming to hug Tian

Tian’s love interest is a murderer oooooh

Tian’s love interest works for Mr. Ma noooooo (he’s the one who exposed Zhang’s homosexuality and bf)

at least mans is a contract worker and not loyal to Ma. though he did say “i don’t like commitment” lol

these people funny as hell, of course a worker would overhear your dramatic talks in broad daylight in the middle of the grounds

3-3

Is the man who eavesdropped the same guy who was fighting at the start of ep 2 about someone complaining he didn’t pay them + the guy who kept making advances toward Mud?

lol yeah they do talk to Dong too carelessly and patronizingly considering they want him to keep his mouth shut

3-4

bro I love Yang and Pin so much! This kind of het ship of teasing light enemies-to-lovers I can definitely get behind where they antagonize each other but aren’t extremely shitty toward each other

ayy they’re gonna kill Dong? I was hoping they’d do that

3-5

the editing of this lmfao

brooo Jia, kill Dong ASAP instead of just dragging him through the woods

Ep 4 (Dec 21)

4-1

Madam Li and Jia did kill Dong but 1) second wife and her maid think Dong was paid off by Li 2) Bua knows 2nd wife thinks 1st wife is doing something to Dong + saw her walking at night last night 3) Song knows his 1st wife Li wasn’t in bed when he woke up. omg

damn, 2nd wife Chan really decided to put everything out there not just Dong but also the fact that Tian has a secret

oii Jia framed Dong and put money on him

didn’t Jia stab him? what’s going on? oh i see lol she put holes in the boat so that it overflows and he drowns. wild that he was conscious but motionless throughout all this oof

Mr Song the dad, Bua, and the workers believe this, Li-Jia-Chan know differently, but I wonder whether Tian and Yang believe it. I think in the beginning they may have though Chan was just spouting stuff to throw off Li’s position but after the mention of Dong knowing Tian’s secret...

4-2

I mean yeah it’s true that Chan and Yang are as disrespected as they are because they’re second.

okay Tian had doubts but is swayed by Li’s words. Yang is... somewhat unconvinced by his mother but also unconvinced by the notion that this is a natural death

oh my god Hal had mentioned the mushroom body horror and here it is ewwwwww

4-3

no like the 2nd wife is vengeful and ridiculous but she also has a point when Song yells at her and Yang and about her raising Yang, being like “is Yang only my son? Isn’t he your son too? don’t you think it’s because you don’t love your sons equally?”

omg not the “if he wasn’t my son, i would’ve sent you and yang away long ago” :00

fuckkk i was hoping Tian would go after Yang when he going after his mom Chan

ew this fucking mushroom growth on face is killing me bc it’s like when in gr 7 or 8 the presentations against drugs showed us pics of how during bad trips, people may think there are bugs and insects crawling underneath their pics and i’ve never recovered

4-4

kalsfj i love yang and pin so muchhhh the fucking japanese soldier disguise

oakjdfs they’re acc soooooooo cute catching the hat

ohh Chan is going to Mr. Ma for help. I wonder if Tian’s love interest (sadly, I found out his name is Jiu even though we’re not supposed to know yet) will be hired to help also (or maybe not since his job is assassination?)

loll Chan and Ma both being like “haha ^.^ we both are certain we’re both doing this for the best of the Five Dragons organization that we are both very loyal to”

oof, finally another glimpse of Tian and Jiu. I’m highly entertained by all the other stuff but still know

This show is so dramatic and intense, it really reminds me of Indian Hindi serials with the acting, plot, and editing. The only difference is this has less absurd editing effects and despite somehow picking up Hindi enough to understand shows, I haven’t picked up much Thai via osmosis.

Ep 5 (Dec 21)

5-1

bro i assumed we wouldn’t actually get it exposed that Li killed Dong for sure but I so wish we didn’t have to see this fucking thing with the rats eating Dong’s face bloody

5-2

bro this fucking mushroom body horror is never ending fr, even when Dong’s body is buried underneath

oi, Tian guiding Pin to choose the guy she loves instead of marrying himself yayy

but I’m suddenly afraid the guy she likes isn’t Yang lmfao

oi fuck let it be Yang that she loves pls

aklsdfj they’re sooo cute <333 Yang and Pin <333

5-3

“I haven’t trusted anybody since Zhang. The reason i’m like this now is prlly bc of karma” yeah bruv dumbass Song, who knows how he manages to run the business

“If there’s anything I can do to atone for my mistake, I’ll do it” interesting that you say that Mr. Song father of Tian

Tian and Jiu making the puppet movie aw

this show loves slow-mos and flashbacks and romantic music for every 2 second Tian/Jiu moment lol

oh damn Tian knows Jiu works for Ma

5-4

damn, Li and Jia tryna do some other shit with the poisonous mushroom too

dang, alarm bells. ig this is orchestrated by li and jia so that everybody’s occupied and jia can move the body?

5-5

Jia better at accomplishing missions than all the KP and UN bodyguards (and from what I’ve heard, big dragon ones too). even including the shit that goes wrong everytime lol like evidence of her getting burned

also lol she told everyone that she has to collect some things but when jia came back, she didn’t hold anything

I think Yang is insanely attractive, I’m losing my mind a bit tbh

Ep 6 (Dec 21)

6-1

damn lol just as Li was pointing fingers at Chan for conspiring with Ma, I was like noo don’t let Chan get caught. she’s fun and i want her to get her comeuppance after Li gets hers as well

6-2

oh shit, Yang accidentally letting it out to his mother Chan that he knows Tian’s secret

they’re all fucking eating the mushrooms that Dong’s dead body is sprouting T.T and raving about how good it is T.T

I want Jia and Li to get exposed so bad omg, more than I want for Chan’s downfall as well. I think sometimes I’m here for evil schemers but this time, since that evil schemer is a homophobic motherfucker, I wanna see her punished more than I want her scheming to succeed (even though I did want her to kill Dong lol)

6-3

oh yeah on the ep 5 r/boyslove on-air thread, someone mentioned that it seems like Ma’s gonna hire Jiu to kill Tian ahhh fun exciting times, hope it happens around now bc I can’t take that as a cliffhanger fr

Yang and Bua I’m rooting for y’all to uncover the truth so hard

6-4

i love tian and yang sm and also pin/yang <333

pls tian so bad at scheming and hiding, can’t even hide pin’s palace documents from his mom lmfao

sorry it’s so funny that here are the people that know 1) Tian’s gay - Mom Li, Jia, Brother Yang 2) that Tian has a secret - Chan, her maid, Bua, fucking Mr. Ma, and now the maid Mud who also tells Xiaotong (the woman in the Five Dragons). and yet through all this, the father is clueless/doesn’t pay any mind to Ma yell out about Tian possibly having a secret that makes him unable to succeed

6-5

I’m sitting here dying over Yang and Ping’s interactions once again

ooh, the family’s all going to Conburi which is where Dr. Qi who can maybe tell more about the mushrooms is so I hope Yang and Bua’s investigation goes forward. What does Chan have there though? Oh she just wrote to Mr Ma to tell him about it

lol I knew they’d wait till the end to make it a fucking cliffhanger (would’ve been so much better if the person hadn’t mentioned it on the on-air thread rip it’d be a good surprise) but omgggg Jiu’s assignment is to kill Tian for Ma.

Ep 7 (Dec 22)

7-1

oh finally the father inquiring about what Tian’s secret actually is

I’m so excited, Jiu doesn’t yet know who Mr Song’s eldest son is but will be led to him by Chan

damn, father really going straight for a heart-to-heart with Tian and asking about the secret

damn, I wonder if Tian would’ve told his father if Li hadn’t interrupted

7-2

Chan really evil as hell, she really planning on killing Tian. not to mention she’d tried it before when he was like 10 and Tian had gotten bitten by the snake by tryna save Yang

damn all the drama about Chan pretending she’s planning on getting ordained and asking for forgiveness just to get Tian to the correct place for Jiu to kill him el oh el

lmfao Jiu succeeding in killing cops silently and easily but Tian managing to throw dust in his eyes and run away and also not scream while running. it’s okay i’ll take it

Jiu finally realizing it’s Tian he’s tryna kill

ahh not this fucking kissing to shut Tian up from calling his mother klas;dfj;klasfj what’s going on

Tian still covering for Chan, man you’re kind to the point to stupidity perhaps considering you know she sent you to die

lmfao dumbass father thinking the attack was related to Tian’s secret instead of it being that he’s about to succeed him in position

bro ya fuck Chan got Yang involved as well, so now Tian knows Yang also lead him there and Li is also asking if Yang did it. fucking annoying, hopefully Tian’s too concerned with the kiss to think about Yang possibly betraying him

oh fuck on the one hand Chan tryna get Tian’s secret from Yang and on the other side Li telling Tian to not be overconfident and that brother can also kill each other agh

7-3

naurrr okay so someone on the r/boyslove on-air ep 5 or 6 was like lol maybe they’ll make Bua actually evil and pulling strings as a plot twist so now Tian telling Bua that it was actually Chan and Yang who took him to the place is ahh

well at least Tian’s saying he doesn’t doubt Yang hm

Song came to pay respect to Zhang - can you fucking be okay with your son being gay then

nevermind, Song really went listing like 10 good things and was like “but he shouldn’t have been homosexual” kys dickhead. even saying he’d make the same decision if he could turn back time. no fr die asap motherfucker. at least li was like “hmmm would you change your mind” to feel it out but yeah if she wants Tian to succeed his father, he won’t be able to do it while openly gay

7-4

ooh, Song also suspects Li killed Dong but is unsure of her motive

damn, the fatal water really dissolved Dong’s bones and clothes lol (though there’s a tooth left)

7-5

Tian really in Jiu’s house while Jiu’s desperate for his sister’s worsening condition. Tian dumbass being like “what are you gonna do? are you gonna let her be like this?” like brooo other than asking you for the medicine, the only other way to get the medicine is by killing you on dumbass Tian

omggg Jiu even taking his knife and taking Tian through a shortcut in the forest where nobody would save him only to not only not kill him but also save him from someone else tryna shoot at him

woahh now Mr Ma knows that Jiu knows Tian and Jiu said he can’t kill him bc he was kind to his siblings before sooo what’s Ma gonna get him to do now (infiltrate Tian’s life/family? pass information?)

being tasked to kill your love interest is also such a YA fantasy/historical romance novel trope I read in gr 7 - 8 ahh hardly get it in BLs (is there any other except Long Time No See?) but it’s so great

I need the interactions between Tian and Jiu to ramp up now pls we’re getting like 5-10 mins of them an episode but increase it to 20 pls lol

Ep 8 (Dec 22)

8-1

I was eating while watching this part so like so much happened omg

Song knows that Yang and Bua suspect something’s up with the mushroom behind their house but Yang refuses to say anything because 1) he says something, it really is Li and Jia but the reason they did it is to protect Tian and if they’re caught, Tian’s secret will come out but 2) if he doesn’t say anything and Li and Jia get off scot-free, then they’re guilty and unpunished

lmfao Song and his right hand man coming up with outlandish theories about Tian’s secret, like he’s got a whole wife and kids but that wife is already married so Tian stole someone’s wife and is therefore a secret. they’re gonna keep tabs on Tian and Yang now though

Pin telling Yang that maybe he should let the other person choose whether to say something or no.

So Yang is explaining about the mushrooms maybe growing from Dong’s corpse and Chan came across them and is eavesdropping

8-2

oof Tian being like wtf am i supposed to dooooooo

lmfao Tian almost saying “the secret that I am...” but Yang stopping him, rip Chan’s chance to overhear. if it didn’t stop Chan from knowing, I would’ve been like hmmm Yang, why do you hate to hear your brother call himself gay

damn, Tian really confronted his mother like that

bruh Li really went “Tian, if you tell the truth, get ready to attend my funeral”

woahh Yang even shed a tear he’s so afraid of Tian revealing his secret

Li and Jia going “now we have to find out who knows about this mushroom” girl Song, Bua, Yang, Chan all know about it lmfao

Song is funny as hell “Then Tian’s secret probably has nothing to do with women.” indeeeeed lmfao

oh damn Jiu really was like k you two men harass Mud and I’ll save her and I’ll use it to get into the Song family. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised he’s scummy considering he’s an assassin after all

Jiu applying for a job now, he could’ve asked Tian even without orchestrating that lmfao

8-3

Jiu really just lying through his teeth

Oh yeah Tian, ofc you’ll personally teach him to read and write

ooh k Ma told Jiu to find out Tian’s secret

oh yeah I’ve seen clips of Tian seeing Jiu and Mud in bed together, I though that was in ep 10 for some reason but ig it’s now

Mud is sooo funny with her seduction lmfao and then when Tian sees them and Jiu runs out after him, she’s like “agh! what’s wrong with the men in this house?!” like lmfao the two men you’ve got your eyes on are gay rip should’ve gone for Yang before Pin came around

oof, this is tian angry? why would he be angry? thing and Jiu’s conclusion being he likes Mud. anyway at least both were like no i don’t like mud rip girl.

did Bue fucking poison the tea or smth what’s up with Li’s pointed pouring of the tea

woahhh Tian and Jiu spending time together, Jiu learning to write

accidental cheek sniff thing

lmfao not Mr Song insinuating that Jiu’s face gets everyone, including his son, to help him bc of his beauty even though he doesn’t know Tian’s gay

Jiu learning about Pin, Tian’s fiancee

8-4

omg Jiu didn’t leave the kids with his relative but rather with Mr. Ma goddamn also I’ve been wondering if the medicine is some kinda drug rip

omg she’s addicted to opium. i did see someone mention maybe the sickness is actually withdrawals

they prlly got rid of the beetle orchid after Tian found it right?

naurr I wanna know what Chan’s maid saw

8-5

I can’t fucking tell if they’ll reveal if now or show us Jia being fucking clever again or smth and anticipating it and thus burying a different box for some reason but then again Jia’s holding a knife so hmmm

k I usually watch 2 eps in the afternoon and watch the 3rd ep later at night but I need know right now so I’ll start ep 9 and stop when I feel like the anticipation is a little less ig

Ep 9 (Dec 22)

9-1

Tian’s here as well so he for sure knows that Jia had the beetle orchids even if the box doesn’t have it

oh did Tian take the orchids or smth?

ah he did

lmfao Jiu comforting him by saying the workers all respect Tian and love him and accidentally insinuating Jiu loves him too and having to cover it up by saying the kids Jiu’s siblings love him (even though Jiu def has non-platonic feelings for Tian lmfao)

oh I was wonderin when Li or Yang would see Jiu and Tian together and how each would deduce and react to the situation

Linguistics: Has Tian always used “lu” pronoun with his mom? idk what it means, is it more or less polite than pom?

Tian yelling “You killed someone to hide I’m a homosexual!” in their room

9-2

lmao Xiaotong’s gayder going insane though she's unable to tell

Tian and Jiu are so cute while studying

okay now Yang walked in on them being sorta cute

9-3

Yang and Pin so cute

Aw, Jiu seeing Tian put the hairpin on Pin and being :( about it but good sir you don’t know about his thing for hairpins lol

lmfao Jiu leaving after hearing Tian compliment Pin

aklsdf oh yeah I was wondering when people will realize Yang and Pin are seeing each other

Li going crazy that Yang’s tryna “Steal his brother’s fiancee” lmfao and Jia annoys me with the “Yang is really bad!” like stfu

Li is soooo fucking shitty “it might be good if he and Mud sleep together, Tian might like it” kys

omg they’re literally making an aphrodisiac so that Tian is basically assaulted into sleeping with a woman and producing a child? fuck you for real

Aw, Tian sad that Jiu seems upset with him

woah Yang going to ask something to Jiu or investigate (since he and Tian seem very close) and found something in Jiu’s room...

9-4

bro was Jiu fr gonna stab Yang... yikes

ooh, Jiu’s brother knows Tian’s in danger

naurrrr I thought the letter was from Ma and Jiu was maybe lying that it really just was Tian’s name x100 T.T Jiu practicing fuck but going to burn the letters bc it’ll be bad if people find them

oh shit Mr. Song is the one finding the fucking letter with Tian’s name?! tbh his reaction’s meh, Jiu should’ve just let Yang see it maybe but who knows

aww Jiu having to give himself a peptalk “Don’t forget who you are. What are you here for?”

9-5

damn, the cicadas fr woke everybody up. won’t they wonder where Jia and Li are since everybody else is awake?

I love Tian and Jiu’s very few scenes lol

Fave Scene: the writing Tian’s name a million times on multiple pieces of paper really got me bruv. Jiu’s restrained, he’s working for the enemy, and yet he’s precisely and intently writing Tian’s name so many times fuck

Ep 10 (Dec 22)

10-1

Jiu being very observant of Li as they burn the cicadas... also him being the only one even among the workers who bow when Song comes in

lksdjflkajdfl;kasdf k;lasf Jiu’s younger brother warning Jiu that Ma sent an evil bastard to Tian’s house to harm him... telling Jiu to warm Tian... fuck he’s basically calling Jiu evil and bastard and wicked, which isn’t untrue

aww Jiu having some hand-to-hand combat with Jia and then going straight to Tian’s room all worried

Jiu now has a bit of a guess that it’s Jia

10-2

oiii Pin and Yang

okay the thing about Yang is that he’s okay with Tian being gay but is he okay with Tian pursuing a man/getting with Jiu or supporting him through whatever happens if he comes out? I hope so

damn, Song seeing Tian and Jiu together, wondering about Jiu, then having a nightmare of Zhang killing himself and then transforming into Tian goddamn

omg the editing of this nightmare is soooo Indian serial vibes

so does Song now know that Tian’s gay as fuck or he’s like pls pls pls pls no my dead son can’t be a homosexual

so does Song now know that they’re tryna sell Pin’s lands to get out of this marriage

damn Li and Song and Yang fr all separately suspect Jiu. Jiu my guyyyy

10-3

miss girl channnnn stop meddling right now, i want them to cancel the engagement asap pls

why the fuck does Yangalso keep butting in to take blame for Tian, let the man handle it on his own just once because he’s also making the decisions

everybody all pereshani bc of this canceled engagement and Jiu going oh? :)

lmfaoooo a maid is like “oh? you’re this happy that the wedding’s canceled?” and Jiu goes “huh?” while the maid’s like “why’re you shocked, I’m talking to Mud” klsdfj;kalsdfj

lmfao ridiculous, Tian being like i never wanted the position, can you take it from me? and Yang being like “I’ve already taken your mischievous fiancee, you want me to take the association head position from you as well?”

finally Tian can say the words in front of Yang without being interrupted

awww brotherly support, Yang’s words of support <3333

pls not the “I love you jie” instead of Phi and Tian immediately hitting him

I LOVE SIBLINGS SO MUCH

10-4

they’re seriously planning on using some sort of aphrodisiac to get Tian and Pin to sleep together fucking fuck wtf

damn Jia fr locked Yang, Chan, and Nuan in a barn or whatever

10-5

maybe Jiu’ll come to save Yang etc or maybe save Tian and Pin after the aphrodisiac

i love the word for cicada “chakachan”

girl am i really gonna hafta wait till tmrw (12+ hours) to figure this out... should I watch 5 eps today....

Ep 11 (Dec 22/23)

I’ll try to stop halfway through maybe after the intense parts are over

11-1

yaaas okay i was hoping smth would go wrong with the aphrodisiac and although Tian took it, Pin didn’t so maybe Tian can just sleep it off

yaaas Pin, escape Jia

aw shit Jia hit Pin to fainting

oh fuck i hate this so much. Tian’s on fucked up sex drugs and caressing Pin who’s sleeping and vulnerable and they’re both trapped in that room fucking fuck

okay Pin woke up pls just knock Tian out or smth

lmfao Yang leaving his mother to go help Pin

omg Pin literally has blood on her head and collar

fuck I hate this so bad, Pin just knock him out

damn Yang letting Jiu take care of Tian so that he can take care of Pin even though Yang doesn’t trust Jiu

aw shit Tian’s attention has now gone to Jiu

I’m scared that something is gonna happen between Tian and Jiu or that somebody’s gonna see them in a compromising position

11-2

ahh Tian confessing to Jiu that he likes him

omg are they gonna kiss what if someone fucking walks in fuck

bro?! did they have sex???? what if someone had walked in bruv also Tian’s still drugged, no?

Song annoying as fuck “I’ll never let my son be a homosexual” kys fr

Bua batting for Tian’s hypothetical homosexuality, thanks

damn, Xiaotong figured out Jiu is Ma’s assassin

oh fuck someone can still walk in on Tian and Jiu fucking fuck

oh fucking shit fucking fuck oh no oh no Tian and Jiu are in bed shirtless together ummmmmm

no okay i believe nothing too bad happens bc i feel like i’d have seen gifs of it or smth bc i just went looking for gifs up to early November aslkfj aghhh i can’t watch this anymore but i can’t not watch. i hope one or both of them somehow gets out of the room before the whole fucking family arrives

lak;jsf;kladjsk;lsadfjk;lsafj k;l THE MOTHER ACTUALLY DOES SEE JIU AND TIAN and promptly closes the door

okay at least nobody but Jiu sees them

11-3

is nobody worried about Chan and Nuan or whatever lol

lol Li’s pointed questioning might tip Yang off about what she saw

oh i see Chan and her maid have arrived

Li’s plan was so shittily thought out this time, it’s like when someone who was originally rational spirals

lmfao dying at all the dramatics and people finding out Jiu is Ma’s assassin and everything only to cut to Jiu and Tian walking quietly in the forest

fuck I hate that this happened while Tian was under aphrosidiacs so much

Linguistics: I can’t remember if Jiu used to say “Khun Tian” before this or not... probably, right? Cuz him saying just Tian after they slept together seems like it’s less formal. They also don’t say -krab anymore even though they do say pom. They still use khun as second pronoun tho

awwwww “all this time, I thought it was just me with these feelings”

awww hug T.T

pls Tian and Jiu being lovey dovey at this random cabin in the woods while everybody’s fighting and screaming over Jiu hurting Tian or Ma getting to him is so funny. also i wanna know how jiu’s wanna escape Ma’s clutches cuz i fucking hope he’s not gonna sell out Tian. does Jiu even know that the secret he wants is that Tian’s gay?

11-4

lmfao they’re still there in the cabin even though it’s night? When do Jiu and Tian plan on going home

oh at least Tian’s thinking of home even though he’s unwilling to go back

oh Jiu finally gets that this is Tian’s secret lol

no like it really is so silly, murder and suicide and toppling power over the fact that someone’s gay bffr

ooh what does Pin know? does she suspect Tian and Jiu?

Ma and his guy all being driven crazy by the siblings being loud and their antics lmfao

lmfao i love Pin. her just being behind Yang spying on Ma’s house when he told her to go home

everybody storming the Ma palace

yaas Yang saving Jiu’s siblings, please succeed

11-5

damn bitch how are we already on part 5, i just rewrote 11-4 and then saw last part was already 11-4 tf

i love the little guy, he keeps kicking people in the nuts. oh nooo he fell rip

damn guns drawn on both sides sorry this is killing me that people are throwing shit and willing to kill over finding out Tian’s location while he and Jiu are in their little lovenest

okay whew at least this is a good spot to end it without a cliffhanger

Fave Scene: the confession ig idk the Jiu Tian scenes were great this ep

Ep 12 (Dec 23)

I finished watching ep 11 at like 2am so I thought about it and Jiu/Tian while falling asleep, thought about them more when I woke up at 7, then thought about them some more when I actually woke up. I had to cut vegetables and stuff but now I can finally watch ep 12 lesgoooo

12-1

HANDFEEDING! food as love language my loveeee. also two grown men eating that for lunch? esp tian who’s used to a feast? lol

they’re so funny, really just planning on actually running away and moving to a place nobody knows them lmfao it’s bad buddy ep 11 vibes

aw shucks Jiu, are you still considering betraying Tian?

oof Li fr being like we gotta kill Jiu and them doing the beetle mushroom stuff again. I’m so tired of Li and Jia’s annoying bs but I get it kinda since Jiu knows Tian’s secret + is working for Ma

damn Jiu got seen by Song’s right-hand man Bao and their people

12-2

Tian’s right that he should go home

dumbass Bao why would you not wait until the letter is completely burned

omg Li admitting to their crime to Doctor Qi and even begging to let it go

then when he refused, she fucking threw the beetle orchid at him lmfao girl wtf. he’s carrying the antidote right

12-3

omggg this fight with the hat and scarf of blowing the beetle powder to each other killing me wtf

damn, Jia in hysterics over Li killing (well hopefully not succeeding) Qi

damn Jia “if a good man was normal like others, I wouldn’t have to kill anybody” kys

so many tears this ep, now Li crying at Budda

12-4

omg Jiu brought Tian to his parents graves

awooo Jiu wanting to hold Tian’s hand but Tian’s hesitancy whenever people can see them

doesn’t Jiu wonder what happened to his siblings since clearly Ma would wonder why tf Jiu isn’t coming to se him even though Tian is missing

omg Yang and Pin finding Jiu and Tian

is the fact that Jiu’s Ma’s subordinate gonna come out now

lmfao Yang’s “Jiu really captured Tian, that’s why he has to send this letter asking for help” meanwhile Pin’s like acc I think they just have an unexpected relationship if you know what I mean

okay maybe this is where the brother are at odds with each other bc Yang fully believes that Jiu’s tricking Tian and that’s it

12-5

Jiu, let this man return to his home. Tian, make the decision to return to your home.

i can’t tell if Jiu is completely genuine or has a plan up his sleeve to deceive Tian agh like I know he loves him but still

Ma spotting Jiu, then also Bao gives news that they know Jiu and Tian’s location

Hope that the woman Tian’s boutta approach is indeed Bua and not like Li or smth lmfao

girl this is so klajdf Ma is at Jiu’s house just as Song’s about to arrive, which will make them think they’re conspiring together and Tian’s boutta spill his guts to some woman whose face he hasn’t seen

ofc it was Li, dumbedy dumb Tian

This ep was kinda meh cuz I think I had higher hopes of Things Happening but maybe next ep

Ep 13 (Dec 23)

Read this comment on an r/boyslove post and ahh this ep is angsty as fuck it seems like after Tian finds out about Jiu’s affiliation with MA

13-1

Li saying “nobody in the world will love someone like you” to Tian ummm kys

oh fuck Tian’s gonna get to Jiu while Ma’s in the house... Tian’s father also heading to that house... fuck fuck fuck

I can’t fucking watch this I’m about to have a heart attack

okay okay okay I know they have a happy ending

Tian really came at the very moment Jiu told him Ma the secret and not a second before when he was begging for Ma to not kill him ofc ofc ofc fuck fuck fuck

poor Tian sobbing in the forest T.T and finding his father

13-2

no Jia and Li so silly for just making Yang and Bua smell something and faint

aw rip Jiu worried and searching for Tian

what’s up with Jiu not worrying about his siblings bruv, Ma saying he’ll use them to threatening Jiu if he doesn’t cooperate but he’s half forgotten about them

oof I was hoping Tian’d tell his dad to not kill Jiu but he was tryna tell him he’s gay but ofc Li won’t let him

oh fuck Bao and people tryna kill Jiu and fucking Ma of all people helping him escape cuz he’s gotta bear witness to Tian’s homosexuality. insane bruv

oof Jiu fully convinced that Tian’s been “captured” by his family

Jia finds out that Yang knows about Tian’s secret goddamn

13-3

why the fuck do Li and Jia just go straight to murder even for Yang tf like mans has known for so long and hasn’t spilled bffr bc you’re the ones who are more likely to let people know (eg. Dong overhearing) than Yang telling anybody (even Pin knew it before and Yang only confirmed it)

damn Li realizing they’re too far in

oh, Jiu’s tryna sneak into the Song household to find Tian

i’m losing my fucking mind T.T

girl now Jiu and Yang are fighting like stopppp I wanna see a heartwrenching convo between Jiu and Tian

oh fuck Tian accusing Jiu of doing everything for money while Jiu’s so desperate but Tian has reason to distrust him

13-4

Jiu’s desperation really made him be sloppy and literally alerted everybody ever to his presence

Song shot Jiu?!?!

damn Li and Jia fr tryna kill Jiu rn fr

i bet they’re gonna spin up something to make themselves get out of the situation though

oh Jiu found by Pin

13-5

Li and Jia are really fucking planning on killing Chan and Yan, this is so stupid you have shit for brains

gj Tian for somehow managing to come in at the right moment

I need Li and Jia to die so bad

lol yeah imagine they fucking killed Yang and Chan, whole time Ma knows the secret

Ep 14 (Dec 23)

14-1

Hope Jiu finds his sister in Pin’s house

oh yes, good

Tian and Jiu both having the “fuck everything’s fucked up cause of me” streak

naurrr Jiu get the antidote of the mushroom thing somehow pls I refuse to believe

Pin talking to Yang like people will oppose our love too the way they oppose Tian/Jiu’s love. doesn’t mean it should be given up on. so true, pin <3

14-2

lol Li being like “she’s someone in our house. at least we can control her” about Mud marrying Jiu lmfao you don’t know bout her and Xiaotong

lmfao Xiaotong also guessing that Tian’s gay. so funny there’s this big secret and people can just guess it with some thought as multiple people (yang, pin, xiaotong. + even his father guessed this) have done

why does Tian have such a happy smile throughout everything about getting married... is he getting better at pretending or does he have some other plan?

Jiu writing Tian a letter of explanation ahh but from the look on Tian’s face... he looks resolute with the wedding and like he won’t fucking meet Jiu rip

14-3

no fr it’s true that Tian has duty and it’s not just him and Jiu in this world but both their families, so they can’t just run away. it’s so </33333 but I understand

while i was reblogging gifs, I saw someone say they were very glad Jiu wasn’t actually dead, so I’m so aghhhh knowing that Jiu “dies” or we think he does. I wonder if it happens now as he’s tryna rescue his brother Fu

naurrr Jiu sending Fu to run by himself bc the mushroom is getting worse and worse in his body awww poor kid and poor Jiu fuck

14-4

damn, what’d Tian say to the police?? is it about his mom or did his mom come up with a different plan to tell the police or did his mom tell him to tell them about her? And he won’t even tell Yang

lol Fu running into Tian and Yang

aw shucks Fu thinks and is telling everybody that Jiu died :<

well damn Ma really gonna bring the Japanese soldiers to the meeting tmrw

14-5

lmfao Ma accidentally shooting his right hand mand multiple times instead of Jia is killing me lmfao

omg finger slicing rip Ma’s fingers and also eye

damn Tian don’t kill yourself, what’re you doing with the beetle mushroom powder? oh are you gonna kill someone else?

3 more episodes, should stop for today and watch the other eps tmrw oof

Ep 15 (Dec 24)

15-1

lol Tian tryna trick Nuan somehow, what’s his plan ooh

at least Song noticed that Jia and Li were clearly missing and had bruises and such

lmfao I’m dead Tian really buried it so that Nuan would find it but she went to Chan too quickly to notice where he buried it

they don’t translate what’s written in the letter Tian hid for Chan and Nuan to find

ooh it was Jiu’s letter to Tian that he hid. Tian coming out while making it seem like it wasn’t his plan to make sure it gets out

15-2

all this drama and hahutash over Tian coming out lmfao so true, that’s exactly how my family would react to me

oh Tian really taking responsibility for killing Dong fuck

and Li still can’t stand up for her son? stand fucking up and explain what you did and how they should accept Tian, useless murderer homophobe. No like it really is clear that she wasn’t doing jackshit for Tian because then she wouldn’t let him admit to killing Dong

damn Song really moving back as Tian reaches for his hand

Song kys <3

Tian really is going strong with the “I killed Dong” even to Yang but aw Yang, knowing that Tian buried it on purpose

“Youd let me take up the position, confess to father, then commit suicide, right?” “As a mother, I’m willing to do naything for you.” k lmfao i sure believe you

fuck Tian really did and himself over to the police

15-3

okay I thought Tian got the beetle orchid like 2 mins ago after Li and Jia came back from maiming Ma bc of how it was shot but are we gonna get a twist that he did it much longer ago

yknow they’ve been talking about how Zhang cursed Song to know his suffering but lmfao Song having a gay son he hates doesn’t let Song know Zhang’s suffering. instead it’s Tian who knows the suffering

well at least Song doesn’t believe Tian killed Dong, that’d be major stupidity on his part

lmfao Li dumb as hell, Ma beating up Tian for her crimes. Ma kys, Li kys

holy shit, the way Ma is dragging Tian by the hair is so fucked

where the fuck are the subs, I’m gonna kill something

lmfao all the subs for 2 mins in one paragraph thanks for that

oof Chan getting beat the fuck up and apologizing. she’s shit but it’s just not as satisfying as it’d be if Li was brutally killed or Song getting beat

15-4

is Chan boutta get killed, that’s the vibes with her asking for forgiveness and Yang being like “i know you did everything for me”

lol I said that but then slow-mos started and yeah, that’s to show Chan’s not dying rn

Song saying everything happened because of him cuz he didn’t love them enough etc and like yeah bro. you’re a dumb fuck who didn’t treat anybody but Li and Tian fairly and even that hinged on Tian hiding his secret. kys

anyway, Ma reminds me so much of the perpetrators in my recurring kidnapping and killing nightmares when i was younger

lmfao nobody shooting as the family all go under the red cloth

oof Nuan

15-5

damn not this Li and Chan and everybody in the same team bc they’re tryna escape and live rn

lmfao why is Jia being like “this is the antitode” like they could just kill you and get it anyway tf

Jiu <33333

Tian and Jiu moments right in front of Tian’s shitty parents’ salads

Ep 16 (Dec 24)

16-1

so Jia doesn’t actually have the antidote, right?

yaas as expected, Doctor Qi is alive because of the antidote and he helped Jiu as well

i don’t like seeing Bua beg Li to let Tian live the life he wants if they all survive

good. die, jia, die

16-2

yeah fr lol all this to be the head of the five dragons association but it doesn’t even exist anymore

16-3

omg okay Li helping an injured Fu. I want a convo between Jiu and Li soooooo bad you don’t even know

awww Fu and Mei talking about them and Jiu and Tian being happy and Li flashbacking to when Tian just wanted to be happy but she told him he can’t be if he’s like this

I just find it so hard to care about Li’s sorrow like yeah, she’s realizing that she might be part of the reason Tian was so unhappy but like shoulda realized it earlier

i love yang and pin so bad “if anything happens to me...” “I’ll find a new boyfriend for sure. So you can’t die. Come back to me.”

so funny that we have maiming and killing but Jiu/Tian get like 2 pressed lip kisses + an allusion to sex while Yang and Pin get a hug

sad Jiu is so T.T

Li and Jiu very tenuous goodwill toward each other with the herbal tea

Mud seeing Jiu check up on Tian and Song. Song hearing Tian and Jiu talk oof

16-4

even Song is understanding a bit but I have so much more hate in my heart than Tian does lmfao

16-5

there’s no way Yang would die imo like I refuse to think of it as even a possiblity

damn fr one ep left only

i didn’t mention it in the eps but when previous jiu/tian were in the woods or this ep when the family were in the woods, their lack of/muted makeup suits them so much. makes them more vulnerable.

Ep 17 (Dec 24)

last episode ?! but i don’t want it to end... maybe i’ll reblog gifs from before nov 28

17-1

girls against everybody woahhh

damn Ma acc shot at Song

oh damn Song acc died?? oh jk he lives

17-2

they could still trick Ma by instead of antidote having something that knocks the person out idk

oh true they did do that but also Ma made her eat it first so she hadta be smart about what she was putting in there

Madam Li got shot at

damn Li fr took the beetle orchid too. does she have the actual antidote or anything

bro kill Ma and his lackey before rushing to Li omg

damn Li fr sacrificing herself

do the bullets not run out

aw poor Tian :< crying out for his mother

17-3

aw shucks did they really not bring any pure real antidote

damn Li’s dying wish really being for Song to accept Tian

Li saying something to everybody, say something to jiu omg

okay she told Jiu to please take care of Tian

oof Li dying wasn’t as satisfying as it would’ve been several eps ago, now it’s just :<

damn it really is just new day

“Now mother and Jia would’ve met already” oh yeah I saw a Li/Jia tiktok and was like okay interesting though

lol Chan still with her attitude, despite being teary and crying to Li’s photo very endearing to me

oiiiii Yang and Pin engagement?!

17-4

girl people more likely to gossip that the Phi that Pin broke up with is gay. like it makes sense bruv

tbh the “let the adults talk, go outside” stuff is funny to me everytime like you’re discussing these kids’ marriage

I love Pin!! yeah she’ll do what her father says but also do what she wants!! if he won’t let them get married, she won’t but she’ll still pack up and live with Yang ahhhhhh

sorry this is killing me Yang hugging Tian in excitement and Tian going girl? hug your fiancee

omggg Tian really gonna live a quiet life with Jiu?! I really thought they wouldn’t let him abandon his position/duty but wooaahhh esp cuz that man didn’t want to be the head

nawt Jiu getting slapped for saying “if you don’t want to eat food, how bout sweets?” cuz the children are there. whole time he means actual sweets and not an innuendo

omg this fucking flower candy

aw domesticity but Tian’s dream of equality prevails

lol Jiu saying something gooey and Tian going “Your speaking skill is better. Where’d you learn it, huh?”

17-5

oof the family coming to see Jiu and Tian

I had to take a 1-hour break bc I have a few mins left and don’t want it to end

oii Song giving Jiu the first serving of the fish and Tian unable to contain his smile at it so true

damn, even Chan asked Tian to go back to the business to help

aw rainbow :<

damn it’s fr just done tf it’s such a calm, happy ending for the intensity of the last 16.5 eps

Overall

Definitely enjoyable and also different from other BLs I’ve watched because this was a lakorn that had a huge component of Tian being gay but the actual romance took up very little screen time.

Very dramatic, gives me Indian serial vibes. The acting was great (Yang’s actor’s tendency to have O.O eyes for every intense or semi-intense scene not included) and the characters were fully realized. Even when the decision making got a little wonky, it was still true to the characters. Also liked the intense scenes in the last ep or so with the shootouts and such. The focus on women, even though they were mostly fucked in the head, was also a welcome change in the midst of all my BL consumption.

Yang and Tian’s brotherhood was everything!!! I love siblings and sibling bonds so much T.T They really were there for each other in every aspect despite having so many reasons to have become rivals.

Yang/Pin were also adorable. Gave me YA fantasy romance het couple vibes with their penchant for mischief :> Also I’ve heard them call Pin as Khun Ying but I thought I just couldn’t fully hear the p or smth but no, her name’s Ying! They’re Ying Yang!

Tian and Jiu were not the biggest part of the story, didn’t really even have much interactions before ep 7 but they were sooo romantic. The running away to the woods was a bit wonky for me bc why did Jiu seem to forget about his siblings lol but so many parts were just soooo peak romance. The cradling of hands through the floorboard? The way Jiu was taught to write by Tian and it leading to sad letters? The fact that Jiu was an assassin sent to kill Tian but he couldn’t? oof

Overall, good and enjoyable and if you binge it in 5 days like I did, overstimulating.

kys counter: 9. mostly for Song and Li but I think Jia and Ma got one each as well. I’m usually not one to want characters to just die in order to remove them as conflict but this time... murders and intense homophobia were already there, so might as well die if you’re a piece of shit yknow

Rating: 7/10

Tiktoks:

To Sir With Love

Ep 8 or 9 Tian seeing Jiu and Mud in bed + Jiu saying Tian likes Mud

beautiful actors and actresses as all the characters. Li and Chan’s actresses especially oh my goshhh

wait pause Li and Jia? (bg: Until I Found You)

In-char interview: this was kinda cute, hope more shows have in-character interviews; might watch the Big Dragon one after this. it was also killing me bc it felt like modern JiuTian AU with Film’s blond hair lol

#to sir with love #ep by ep commentary

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angelicamerlinbarnes · 3 years

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I just want Severus being a protective dad to Harry. Like,

(or, some conversations i think should happen.)

Year One

Severus: It’s not me, Harry.

Harry: But Dad, you like magical shiny things -

Severus: Harry. Go bother Professor Quirrell.

One book later…

Severus, storming through the castle on a rampage: WHO THE FUCK HIRED THAT TURBAN BITCH WHO TRIED TO KILL MY SON?!

Year Two

Harry: They’re going after Muggleborns. Like Mom and Hermione.

Severus: *pen snaps in his hand under desk* Hm. I’ll take care of it, Harry.

In Mcgonogall’s office later with her and Dumbledore…

Severus: My son is coming home with me whether you like it or not. And I’m inviting every other student too.

Dumbledore: We have everything under control.

Mcgonogall: Severus, I hate to break this to you, but four thousand students are not just going to follow you home.

Severus: *laser eyes ignite* They will if I offer them free A’s and no homework. And I think you’re forgetting that my son is the Chosen One, Minerva.

Mcgonogall: Bitch if you think I won’t slap you -

Dumbledore: *snores loudly*

The rest of the book later…

Severus: You are never allowed to speak Parseltongue again.

Harry: Then how will we talk when you’re in your Animagus form?

Severus: *mocking Harry’s voice* Then how will we talk when you’re in your Animagus form? We won’t, you idiot! I only do that for incredibly dangerous missions or to get some goddamn alone time!

Harry:

Harry: *starts to tear up*

Severus: Oh no. Oh no no no. Harry, no, don’t cry, not the crying, I didn’t mean, fuck, love, no, I, Harry -

Year Three

Harry: Dad, um… Professor Lupin invited me for tea.

Severus, without looking up from drawing smiley faces all over graded tests: Yes, yes. Go see him. Don’t be late. And tell him a good strong “fuck you” from me.

Half a book later…

Severus: I can’t believe you laughed at that paper’s comment on my nose.

Harry: Dad -

Severus: I did not marry James Potter and Lily Evans so our son could make fun of me. I have not dragged myself through thirteen years of your incessant crying and misplaced sarcasm to have you laugh at my nose. I could have killed myself Harry. You could have grown up with Petunia.

Harry: Dad, I’m sorry -

Severus, huffing and dropping down in his chair and turning his back on Harry: My only son. A traitor!

Harry: *groans*

The other half of the book later…

Severus: SIRIUS. THIS IS WHY YOU LET ME COME UP WITH THE PLANS.

Sirius: Snape -

Severus: SHUT UP YOU FOUL-BREATHED HEATHEN. COULD YOU NOT HAVE HAD THE COMMON DECENCY TO AT LEAST CLUE REMUS IN ON YOUR LITTLE PLAN?

Remus, stepping in front of Sirius: Now, Severus -

Severus, angrily pointing at them: NO! NO. HE’S YOUR HUSBAND, THAT MAKES YOU COMPLICIT. WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?

Hermione: Uh, guys? Full moon?

Remus and Sirius: Shit.

Severus, already rolling up his sleeves and tugging his idiot son and said idiot son’s idiot friends out of the Shack: Come meet James, she said. It’ll be fun, she said. They’re not that bad, she said…

Year Four

Severus: No.

Harry: I didn’t put my name in there, believe me, but Dumbledore says -

Severus: Fuck Dumbledore. I’m your father and I said no.

Harry: Dumbledore says there’s wards -

Severus: No.

Harry: But -

Severus: No.

Harry: Dad -

Severus: No.

Most of a book later in Severus’ office…

Harry, curled against Severus’ robes: Dad, he just… and Cedric… he’s back… it’s all my fault - *bursts into tears*

Severus: *kisses the top of Harry’s head* Nonsense. I’ll protect you, love. You’re gonna be just fine. And Voldy dearest can just fuck right off if he thinks he can get to the son of James Potter and Severus Snape and Lily fucking Evans -

Harry: *laughs wetly and wipes his eyes and nose on Severus’ robes*

Severus: *withholds disownment*

Rest of the book later in Dumbledore’s office…

Dumbledore: *sighs* Severus -

Severus: *whirls around and points angrily* NO. I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT ALBUS. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES MY SON HAS NARROWLY AVOIDED DEATH IN YOUR SCHOOL? I WANT MORE SECURITY PROTOCOLS AND I WANT THEM NOW.

Dumbledore: *face scrunches up like a lemon* You want me to… what, Harry-proof the school?

Severus: *crosses arms over chest* Yes.

Dumbledore: *sighs* Severus -

Year Five

Severus: She did what.

Harry: *swallows nervously* Um. Nothing, Dad, just a blood quill -

Severus: A FUCKING WHAT NOW?!

Five minutes later…

Hermione: Harry? Why is your father cussing out Professor Umbridge and hexing her luggage when she’s not looking in the courtyard?

Ron: Yeah, and why’d I see him pay Fred and George like five hundred galleons in the hallway back there?

Harry, watching his father literally throw Umbridge down the steps while still shouting curse words in languages Harry didn’t even know existed: *facepalms*

Most of a book later…

Harry, sobbing and limping towards Severus: Dad… Dad, she killed… Dad, Sirius… *sobs brittlely*

Severus: *kisses the top of Harry’s head and pushes him gently into Remus’ shaking arms* Nonsense, love. Now, where’s the stupid veil?

Remus: *points trembling finger*

Severus: *nods sharply*

Severus: *returns ten minutes later dragging a soaking wet and violently shaking but otherwise fine Sirius Potter Lupin behind him* Found him.

Remus: *immediately pulls Sirius into the filthiest kiss of his life*

Severus: *wrinkles his nose* You’re welcome.

Harry: *laughs wetly and buries his face in Severus’ robes* Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you -

Severus: *awkwardly pats head* Um. Sure.

Unseen epilogue we all wanted…

Severus: I now pronounce you Dumb and Dumber.

Harry: *nudges Severus* Dad.

Severus: *huffs* Husband and husband, whatever.

Sirius: *grins devilishly and dips Remus back in a kiss*

Harry: *claps enthusiastically*

Severus: *gags to hide his face as he wipes away a tear*

At the reception…

Harry: *puts a flowercrown of lilies on Severus’ head*

Severus: I’m disowning you. You’re no longer my son. Enjoy homelessness, bitch -

Harry: Mum and Dad would like it.

Severus, now bright red and squeaky: Ah. Well. Fuck you.

Harry: *leans his head on Severus’ shoulder* I love you, Dad.

Severus, grumbling: You suck, kid.

Year Six

Severus: Give me your wand.

Harry: Dad -

Severus: Give me your wand.

Harry: Dad, Draco deserved it -

Severus: *shoots up and leans over the desk* Harry James Potter Evans Snape. No one deserves what you just did. What you just did was moronic, stupid, and above all, cruel. I know you’ve heard the stories about your idiot father and you know better than that, Harry. You are better than that. And if you want to make your parents proud, and I know you do, this incident will never be repeated. Do you understand?

Harry, in tears: Yes, Dad.

Severus, through gritted teeth: Yes, what?

Harry: Yes, I understand and I won’t do it again.

Severus: *sits back in his chair* Good. Now give me your wand.

Harry: *hands over wand*

Harry: *sniffs*

Severus, sighing and standing up: Come here.

Harry: *shuffles into his arms*

Severus: *kisses his head* I love you, kid.

Harry, sniffling: Mmph.

Severus: *closes his eyes* And I’m proud of you. We all are.

Harry: *laughs wetly and shoves his face into Severus’ robes* We’re proud of you too, Dad.

A quarter of a book later…

Harry: Hey Dad, I found this awesome book and I don’t know who wrote it but -

Severus: Give that to me, Harry.

Harry: But Dad! This thing is literally the only reason I’m passing Potions at all -

Severus: I know. Because you told Minerva you want to be an Auror. Now that, Mr. Potter, is a fucking lie, and you shouldn’t be taking Potions anymore. So. What do you really want to do?

Harry:

Harry: I wanna be the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.

Severus: There you go. But bitch, if you get the position before me -

Harry: Dad -

Severus: And if you tell anyone who wrote this book I swear to Merlin I’ll make sure you meet your parents far earlier than expected -

Harry: The Half-Blood Prince? Why? Do you know him?

Severus:

Severus: I’m raising a dumbass.

Half a book later…

Harry: *bursts rudely into Severus’ office* Dad, Draco -

Severus: I know, Harry.

Harry: No, you don’t, this time I’m actually -

Severus: I know, Harry.

Harry: Dad, he’s -

Severus: *finally looks up from grading papers* Harry. I know. It’s okay.

Harry, sputtering: It’s not okay -

Severus: Harry, love. I don’t lie to you.

Harry:

Harry: I know. Okay.

Severus: *looks back down at his papers* Just don’t be dick.

Harry: I do not -

Severus: *raises his eyebrow*

Harry: Yes, Dad.

Three quarters of a book later…

Severus: So. Harry. I heard you’re dating Ginny Weasley.

Harry: No. Nope. I’m not.

Severus: I see. Well, either way -

Harry: Oh no.

Severus: Oh, yes. We need to have this conversation; you’re a growing sixteen year old boy. Of course, as your body grows there will be things -

Harry, bright red: No. No no no. Oh my god, Dad -

Severus, maintaining intense eye contact: When two or more people love each other very much, like your parents and I did -

Harry: *bolts right up* Dad, I will go to the Astronomy Tower and throw myself off right the fuck now if you don’t shut up, I swear to Merlin.

Severus: Good. Now, about protection -

Harry: I’ll do it.

Severus: So you’ve said. Madame Pomfrey has -

Harry: *throws his hands up in the air* I’m not even dating anyone!

Severus: *gives him a look* Of course people will be lining up eventually, you are the Chosen One after all.

Severus: *gives Harry a once-over and smirks*

Severus: Though I do wonder how you plan to defeat You-Know-Who when you can’t even sit through a discussion about the protection charms your mother cast when she sacrificed herself for you.

Harry:

Harry: OH MY GOD DAD THAT’S NOT FUNNY -

Severus: *giggling manically*

The rest of the book later…

Harry: Dad. No. Please, no.

Severus: I’m sorry, Harry.

Severus, externally: *looks at Dumbledore* Avada Kedavra.

Severus, internally: That’s what you get for hurting my son, you shitty old bitch.

Year Seven

Hermione: Harry, you need to talk about it.

Harry, setting up a tent “successfully”: Talk about what? I’m fine.

Hermione: *sighs* Your dad.

Harry: Okay. You wanna talk about your Obliviated parents?

Hermione:

Harry: Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Ron: *accidentally knocks the tent over*

Meanwhile, Severus…

Severus, staring blankly at the Carrows: What son.

Carrow #1: *sneers* Your son. Harry Potter.

Severus:

Severus: You think I raised that idiot?

Carrow #2: That’s… actually a fair point.

Severus: *huffs and crosses his arms over his chest*

Severus: *flips hair*

Severus, internally: Damn right it is, bitch.

Severus, externally: See? Obviously not my son.

Carrow #1, snickering: Plus no one would ever sleep with you.

Severus: *turns his head slowly so he can glare right into Carrow #1’s eyes*

Severus, in that dangerous, painfully slow drawl of his: Of course not. Carrot.

In Mcgonogall’s office at three a.m….

Severus: Where is he?

Mcgonogall: I don’t know, Severus.

Severus: But he’s alive, right?

Mcgonogall, sighing: If he wasn’t we’d have heard by now.

Severus, pacing: Right. Right. He’s fine. He’s fine. Har - he’s fine.

Half a book later…

Severus, poking his head into the Gryffindor common room at like two a.m.: Hello? Y’all coming?

Ginny, stepping forward while the rest of Gryffindor rallies behind her with small bags and pillows: Yeah.

Severus, creeping into the Hufflepuff dorms: Marshmallows? You guys ready?

Hufflepuffs, in perfect chorus as they gather with blankets and stuffies: Yes, Professor.

Severus, knocking on the Ravenclaws’ doors: Yo, smartasses, it’s time.

Luna, hugging a stuffed white rabbit with the rest of Ravenclaw behind her: Hi, Professor.

Severus: *heart melts a little bit* Hello, Luna.

Severus: *leads them all to the Room of Requirement under a mass invisibility spell*

Severus: *gets them all settled for a long-term sleepover*

Severus, straightening up: Okay. Anyone want goodnight hugs?

A few pages later…

Severus: You have a list for me?

Draco, handing over a piece of parchment: It’s alphabetized.

Severus: Hm. Thank you.

Severus: *reads list*

Severus: Get Zabini to put Zonko’s products in the bed of everyone on this list. Have Pansy get the rest of you prepped on the plan. If you’re all still on board, that is.

Draco: *shrugs* We may be Slytherins, sir, but we’re not cowards.

Severus: *eyes suddenly shiny* No. No, you’re not.

Most of a book later I think I haven’t read them in years…

Harry: You killed him.

Severus: *pleads with his eyes*

Harry: How dare you stand where he stood?

Severus, internally: FUCK why do I have to be the tortured one??? Kiss me, James said. Marry me, James said. Let’s have a kid, James said. This is all his fault. I swear Jamie when I die I am going to kill you. You fuckwad -

Severus, externally: *starts shooting harmless spells at Mcgonogall*

Quite a bit later…

Severus, internally: Fuck, I hate snakes. Why is that my Animagus? I already have this shitty tattoo and I’m in the snake House why do I need to die by a fucking snake too oh look my son’s here that’s humiliating

Harry, overwhelmed with tears: Dad -

Severus, internally: I’m fine go away jeez

Severus, externally: *gurgles*

Harry: *flurries his hands around Severus’ body uselessly*

Hermione, exasperated: Harry, move.

Harry, blubbering now: *whimpers* Mione -

Hermione, wand out and pointed at Severus’ wounds: Harry, move.

Two minutes later…

Severus, freshly healed and more than a little pissed off: Now let’s go tell that snake ass motherfucker to go fuck himself -

Harry, clinging to him desperately: Daddy you can’t -

Severus: Like fuck I can’t. That slimy ass shitwipe killed my spouses, tried to kill me, and has gone after you for your entire life as if you don’t have enough shit to deal with already so yeah I’m gonna go murder him.

Harry, burying his face in Severus’ robes: Dad, I have to go.

Severus: No, you don’t.

Harry: It’s the right thing to do.

Severus: Since when I have cared about the right thing?

Harry: Since always.

Severus:

Severus: You’re grounded for the rest of your life after you survive this.

Harry: *laughs wetly* Dad, I’m not gonna -

Severus: *kisses his forehead* I love you, Harry.

Harry: I love you, Dad.

*dead silence*

Hermione: Harry. We have to go.

Harry, whispering: Keep them safe, Dad.

Severus, also whispering: Of course, love.

Idontevenfuckingknow later…

Voldemort: Harry Potter is dead!

Everyone: *crying*

Severus, internally: The fuck no he’s not like you could kill my son.

Severus, externally: *stares at Voldemort*

Five minutes later…

Harry: Expelliarmus!

Severus: I KNEW IT

The end…

Harry: Hi, Dad.

Severus, tugging him into a hug: You’re grounded forever you fucking idiot.

Harry, grinning and hugging back: Yeah, I figured as much.

A little bit after the end…

Remus: You did a good job.

Sirius: You really did. I can’t say I’m not surprised.

Severus, internally: I can’t believe I saved your life you fucking dick.

Severus, externally: I know.

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radexchangeprogram · 3 years

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This is a random one but can I request head cannons of the Brothers and Dateables reacting to an MC that’s actually a half demon but was really great at hiding her demon side since she grew up in the human world? They see a demon man just bounding towards MC before the boys could do anything MC’s like “DAD! 😃” before jumping in his arms like a child. Around her Dad she gains fangs and horns like him but she reverts back to normal when she wants to. The boys are like “Why didn’t you say anything?” And she’s like “I’m just used to my human side” or “You never asked 🤷🏾‍♀️”

Of course! I love this idea. I didn’t get a chance to proof read this so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.

Author’s notes at the end (marked by *s)

Spoiler warning for up to chapter 17 to be safe. Especially with Belphie.

Half Demon GN!MC Headcanons

General

Everyone noticed that you never seemed too bothered by the fact that you were surrounded by demons, but figured you were just rather good at adapting.

This theory was proven wrong at a party Lord Diavolo hosted.

As you chatted with the brothers, a large demon with griffon wings, a lion’s mane, and horns similar to a gazelle began to head in the direction of your group.

The demon, who the others instantly recognized as Duke Vapula, walked up to them with a cheeky grin.

The brothers were instantly on guard, Mammon even growling slightly, as it was extremely uncommon for anyone to approach them so casually.

Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Luke, and Solomon all took notice and were prepared to intervine should something happen.

You turned around to see what the issue was and let out a loud gasp.

“DAD!”

Lucifer

Absolutely dumbfounded. How did he not know about this? He read your files to the point of practically memorizing them before you came here and he swears there was nothing about you being a half demon.

He was honestly a bit embarrassed that he didn’t know about something this major.

When confronting you, all you did was say that it wasn’t that big of a deal and that you figured they already knew.

You really give him a migraine sometimes.

He feels a bit relieved that he doesn’t have to worry as much about you dying, though.

If you wish, he may start teaching you demonic etiquette, such as having you shift form at formal events.

If you prefer your human heritage, he won’t pressure you to conform to your demonic ancestory.

Mammon

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN HIS HUMAN ISN’T ENTIRELY HUMAN?!?

The loudest about his displeasure about not knowing.

“I’m your first man! I’m supposed to know everything about you!”

When you explain to him that you’re more comfortable with your human half, he calms down a little.

Tries to call you ‘stupid half-demon’ but it doesn’t feel the same as ‘stupid human’ :(

You tell him he can just keep calling you ‘stupid human’ :D

Wonders if he can get your dad to pay him for ‘providing his child with such incredible protection’.

You immediately tell him no.

Leviathan

Holy shit this sounds like something straight out of an anime!!!

Very upset that you didn’t tell him, you’re his Henry! You’re supposed to tell him these kind of things!

When you shrug and simply say that no one asked, he gets even more pouty.

You make up with him quickly by offering to play games with him all night.

Extremely curious about your demonic form for the primary purpose of cosplay. Do you know how many more characters you can be if you have a tail or wings?!?

You might inspire some fanfiction. (half demon Henry x Lord of Shadows au slow burn 100k words, def not Leviathan projecting no not at all-)

Satan

He is extremely shocked. Not only did he have no idea, but half demons are extremely rare.

From what he’s read, most half-human half-demon offspring don’t survive past birth and all documented cases that have survived reside in the Devildom so that their powers can be better managed.

He asks you about this and you reply that you’re actually quite good at controlling your powers, but that you prefer living as a normal human.

He’s not upset that you didn’t tell him, but he has a billion questions.

How long is your lifespan? Do you take more after your demonic father or your human mother in terms of power?What are your weaknesses?

He really wants to learn more about human-demon hybrids and will ask you to help in his studies.

Also a bit excited as your father is well known for some for his knowledge and writing about the sciences. He wants to discuss some of it with you, assuming you’ve read what your father has written.*

Asmodeus

Oh he is so excited.

A bit relieved that his charm isn’t wearing off, it just doesn’t work because you’re the child of a demonic duke!

You know those boiling hot springs he talks about visiting? Well he’s happy to learn that you actually can join him without fear of your skin melting off!

He’s not upset that you didn’t tell him, getting mad over stuff like that can cause wrinkles.

He will absolutely want to help you groom your horns/wings/scales/tail.

He already has shown you a lot about demonic fashion trends, such as extra clothing that can be fitted around demonic extremities, but now he actually can actually have you try on some! Do you prefer gold tail bangles or jeweled horn cuffs?

Beelzebub

Relieved that Duke Vapula wasn’t looking for a fight.

He can’t help but smile a little when you hug your dad. It makes him happy that you love your family.

When you blush and tell him that it just slipped your mind to tell everyone about your heritage, he isn’t upset.

Happy that he doesn’t have to be so scared of accidentally hurting you with how strong he is.

If you’re able to safely eat some more demonic food, he will absolutely get you to try some of his favorite foods that normal humans would die upon eating.

Overall, you’re still the MC he has grown to love and doesn’t treat you too differently.

Belphegor

Is now more awake than he has been the entire evening.

Half demon? Nah this is just some dream.

Is understanding when you explain to him that you prefer being human and living as a human.

He’s happy he found out after making amends with you. He used to despise half-demons just as much as normal humans, seeing them as repulsive.

He still very much treats you the same, but is a bit annoyed with his brothers.

With knowledge of your demonic blood coming to light, they drag you out even more often and naps with you are becoming rarer.

If you get too overwhelmed with his brothers constantly wanting to try things they thought would previously kill you, he will be more than happy to lend you some of his hiding spots. He does charge the small fee of getting to take a nap with you though.

Diavolo

Similar to Lucifer, is shocked that he didn’t know before you came to the Devildom.

You aren’t the first half-demon he’s met, but he is surprised that a demon of Duke Vapula’s rank had a child with a human.

He’s actually very excited to learn that you’re a half-demon who is in more in touch with your human side. He feels a lot more relieved that you aren’t as defenseless as previously thought.

He does, however, make absolute sure that you have full control over your demonic powers. Every other half-demon lives in the Devildom for a reason and he can’t have someone who is technically one of his subjects accidentally cause mass destruction.

He invites you for tea more frequently, asking so many questions about how being raised in the human world as a half-demon was.

He likes to exchange stories with you about your younger years and the power fluxes you both struggled with as you grew.

Tells you that should you ever wish to live in the Devildom that he would be more than happy to make the needed arrangements.

Barbatos

He knew the whole time. When Diavolo asked him to look into the success of the program, he made note of your heritage right away.

However, he decided that keeping this information hidden when he saw that you were raised human and preferred to be seen as human.

When he explains this to everyone, you can’t help but feel thankful.

While some of the others make no effort to hide how annoyed this makes them, he doesn’t mind. He knows he made the right choice keeping this from everyone and doesn’t regret it at all.

Barbatos is actually a pretty good friend of your father’s and grew up with him. He actually met you when you were a baby because of this.*

Solomon

He has seen a lot in his years in the world of magic, but nothing like this.

Usually, half-demons were very easy to spot as they struggled to control their powers, but you practically had it down to an art!

You explain to him that you’re actually pretty good at keeping your powers under control. He’s rather impressed by this and will ask to see your spell work.

Thinks it’s a little funny that he has a pact with your dad.*

Like Satan, he wants to know all about you. Unlike Satan, he is going to actually conduct experiments instead of stick to interviews.

He has a new potion that he wants you to try almost every day now.

Can half-demons make pacts? If so, you have now been added to the list of demonic beings he wants to make a pact with.

Simeon

Very surprised considering he’s blessed you before.

Blessings aren’t supposed to work on anything of demonic nature so he’s baffled.

When you explain to him that you were raised human and prefer to live as human, he smiles.

He comes to the conclusion that you being a good person must be greater than the demonic blood in your veins.

He treats you the same overall, knowing that you’re still you no matter your heritage.

Luke

Absolute denial.

There is no way someone as nice as you is part demon! He refuses to believe it!

Gets upset and accuses you of trying to manipulate him, which you quickly deny.

When you explain to him that you prefer being human, he huffs.

Simeon gives him a bit of a talking to, about how you’re still the same MC who he sees as a big sibling.

He bakes you some apology cupcakes for being rude to you.

You sometimes shift form to mess around with him, it never fails to make him let out a shocked yelp before he snaps at you for picking on him.

Everyone (except Luke) thinks it’s funny tbh.

Author’s Notes:

*Duke Vapula is described as being able to bestow knowledge about all science contained in books.

*Barbatos is also a duke in The Goetia. I thought a fun nod to this would be to have them as friends.

*The Goetia talks about the 72 demons that King Solomon evoked. Vapula is one of the demons that he evoked. The game actually references this by talking about his 72 pacts. Asmodeus and Barbatos are both included in the 72 demons which is why he has pacts with both of them in the game :)

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mayans-sauce · 3 years

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Gemma’s Daughter (1/?)

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Cursing, angst, yelling, cheating, heartbreak, physical fight

Request by anon which you can find HERE

A/N: thank you for the request! Sorry it’s a little late. I changed it up a bit by having Jax and Gemma still be alive as well as some other things. I’m really happy with how this turned out so I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it <3

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This was the third time Angel’s phone went straight to voicemail. It was the middle of the night, and he said he would be home 3 hours ago for his and your movie night which at the end of it, you would share some thrilling life-changing news. You were worried sick about him not returning your calls, worried that something serious had happened. What if he was hurt? Or worse, dead? You decided to shoot him a text; maybe he was doing something important, making it so he couldn’t pick up right now.

📲 Angel😇

Baby, where are you? I’m worried! Please just let me know if you’re safe ok? I have something exciting to tell you. Love you❤️

You texted some of the other guys. None of them had heard anything from him. They told you not to worry. He was probably caught up with something and would turn up eventually. Luckily your brother Jax picked up when you called. You asked him for some guidance on if you should sound the alarm or wait until Angel gave off noise. Since he was in the same life as your husband, you figured he would know what’s best. He told you better to wait. That he was most likely dealing with something that had taken his full attention. If he didn’t turn up tomorrow, Jackson said he would take the drive over to help you look for him. You were so thankful for your big brother. He was always there to help you whenever he could. To protect and love you.

You refused to go to sleep before he came home or before he called you, so you knew he was safe and sound. Some movie was playing on the TV that you didn’t pay much attention to. The battle between you and your eyelids was still going strong. All of a sudden, you were woken up from your zombie state by the front door opening and closing. Footsteps that belonged to no other than Angel made their way into the dim-lit living room.

“Angel!” His movements were sort of clumsy. A sign that he had been drinking. You came to stand at his side. Holding him up by his forearm as it looked like he was going to faint face down ass up on the floor any second. Your nose scrunched up at the strong smell of the alcohol on him. “Angel, I was worried sick! Where were you?” “I was out with my brother.” His words had a pinch of sluggishness in them as he spoke. “We were supposed to have our movie night! We haven’t seen each other all week, and this was going to be our evening together.”

“Ugh,” he tugged himself out of your grasp, which took you by surprise. “Why are you so bossy all the time? I’m a grown man. I can take care of myself.” His words started to sting a little, but you didn’t think that much of it. He was shitfaced drunk, and he wasn’t his usual self. “Angel I-“ “No, you listen here, I’m sick and tired of you always going; oh Angel this oh Angel that,” he tried to mimic your voice but failed miserably, “like shut up. Shut the fuck up for one goddamn second in your life and stop being so fucking clingy.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing from him. The tears in your eyes started to build up as you held two protective hands over your stomach. Your mouth was slightly agape in disbelief. “A-Angel ple-please-“ “No, I don’t fucking care right now. I’m leaving.” And just like that, he turned around and walked out. The force of the door slamming shut shook the whole house as you were left with an emptiness inside you.

The tears ran down your cheeks like it was pouring rain outside. Your body trembled at the anxiety and stress you were feeling at what just happened. You looked down at where your hands were laid over your stomach. “I-I’m so sorry li-little bean. I’m so so-sorry, my sweetheart.”

In the morning, you woke up in the worst state you have ever been in. The same clothes as yesterday were still on you. The pounding in your head wouldn’t seem to stop. Your eyes raw from crying, and your throat felt like rough sandpaper. Wrapping the blanket around yourself, you padded down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As you stared out the kitchen window, you saw your neighbor playing with their kids, which started the production of tears again.

A gasp left you of the sound from the front door opening and Angel’s voice calling for you. You met him in the living room—both of you staring at each other without saying a word. You should be mad at him, shouldn’t you? To scream at him for saying those hurtful things? But for some reason, your heart wouldn’t allow you to do so. You were just relieved that he had come home.

Angel was the first one to break the awkward silence. “Please… sit,” he pointed towards the sofa. You sat at one end while he took his place at the other. His face was in his hands. It looked like he had something to share with you. “Angel… what is it?” Your voice was nothing but a whisper. His eyes locked with yours and his heart broke when he saw what mess he had left you in. “I’m sorry for how I acted. Yelling at you like that…saying things that aren’t true… it’s not what you deserve. I don’t know what came over me and… I have something I need to tell you.” He looked up to you as tears welled up in his eyes. You gave him a slight nod, a sign that he could go ahead with whatever it was.

“When I left in the night, I was supposed to go over to pop's house to sleep. I didn’t take the bike because I was too shitfaced to drive, so I went on foot hoping that it would sober me up… and... I just kept walking and walking until I found myself… not at Felipe’s.” He peeked up to you from where he was looking down at the floor just a moment ago. His heart broke into microscopic pieces when he saw on your face that you knew where his story was most likely going. As much as he didn’t want to finish, he had to. He had to come clean and straight with you. You deserved that much.

“I found myself at Adelita’s place… and… we hooked up.” The silence after he said that was hefty and long. Once again, he was the one to break it. “Querida… it’s the biggest fucking mistake I have ever made in my fucking life. I don’t know what the fuck came over me to do something like that to you… to us.”

He tried to get a hold of your hand, but you pulled away in disgust. You didn’t want him to touch you after he had been feeling all up on her in the night while you were home alone crying yourself to sleep. You had no words, none. Your mouth was opening and closing, but nothing seemed to escape it. “Please say something.” “Where is she?” “I don’t see ho-“ “Goddammit Angel, just tell me where the fuck she is!” The scream you let out startled him. “Sh-she’s at the clubhouse… there was some emergency that needed to be taken care of, and it couldn’t wait till later.”

At lightning speed, you had grabbed the car keys and were out the door. Angel registered what the fuck was going on when he heard the engine's roar from the car. He was quick to his feet and on his bike to try and catch up before you did anything stupid.

Not thinking straight, you barge through the Templo doors to be met with Adelita and the rest of the MC standing over a map planning something. “Sweetheart, you aren’t supposed to be here,” Bishop said with a stern manner. You didn’t hear him. You didn’t care that you weren’t supposed to be in the room. All you could think about was the rage filling you up as she stood there gloating at you. A smug look on her face that you knew where your man had been last night, all cozy and tangled up together in her sheets.

She didn’t expect you to jump her and start beating the shit out of her; she knew you weren’t that type of girl, so it startled her when you did. That’s when Angel walked in out of breath and saw the scene in front of him that had him stand dead in his tracks as he watched. Your hands punched and scratched as you screamed, "I'm the mother of his child, not you bitch! Don’t ever touch him again!” You didn’t register what you said, and now everyone knew. She tried to fight back, but you were much more powerful than her.

It took the guys a few moments to pull you off as they were in sheer shock at what was going on in front of them. You were usually a shy and sweet girl that wouldn’t even hurt a fly. They were surprised that you so quickly took her down. Once pulled off, Taza escorted Adelita out since it was time for her to leave. “How in the fuck did you do that?” They almost said in unison. "Jax may be my brother, but my mother is Gemma, and you definitely don’t want to fuck with us.” You knew your mother would be proud of you for standing up for yourself and for putting that bitch in her place.

“Wait… you’re pregnant.” “Yes, Angel, I’m fucking pregnant, and you’ve just fucked up our whole relationship, our future.” The tears that were threatening to spill were managed to be put under control by your choice of not showing any of them how you truly felt, sad, empty, alone, and betrayed by Angel’s choices of thinking with his dick and not his fucking brain.

You were about to storm out when he grabbed you by the forearm. “Wait, please… we can fix this! Please let me fix this dulce.” “No, Angel,” you twisted your arm to get loose of his grip; the touch of him made you cringe, “the damage has already been done. I can’t fucking stand to look at you. Not now. I’m going home… I’m going home to Charming for a while.” And with that, you left Angel there to mend his broken pieces at losing the two of you…

To Be Continued

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 4

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T+ for language, nudity (but, like, for art), and violence Warnings: Unhealthy dynamics, including violence between the shipped pair, leaning heavily into the "enemies" part of "enemies to friends to lovers" Summary: Local vampire discusses art, depictions of certain anatomy, and enjoys the company of her feral soulmate for 4.5 minutes. Then it goes to shit (as things tend to do). 0-60 Real goddamn quick. Previous Chapters: 1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring; 2: Bloodbath, Baby!, 3: Haunt Me Dearly

4: Portraits For Ghosts

“Am I really supposed to just… stay here? Did she honestly think that I, of all people, would behave? The universe gave me two good hands, and by God, I intend to make that someone else’s problem,” you mutter to yourself as you get dressed. It’s not that you necessarily had anything in mind, rather that you hated the idea of waiting around for who knows how long for Cassandra to return. Especially considering what she had done prior to leaving. Sure, you had laughed, but that hadn’t meant much in the end. At this point, you hadn’t even been out of the dungeon for a full day yet, and the memories of what happened there were fresh in your mind. Nightmares, too, even if you had pushed them aside to deal with Cassandra’s. Why did I bother? You wonder, frowning. There was hardly any point to comforting a monster, no matter the way they trembled.

Or at least that’s the lie you sold yourself.

Soon enough, a knock at the door brings you out of your head. Daphne, maybe, you think, remembering the maiden from yesterday. When you open the door, however, you’re met with an unfamiliar woman. She’s a few years your senior, at the very least, and appears surprised to see you. In her hands is a very enticing tray of food.

“Lady Cassandra wanted me to bring this to you. I am… I am glad to see you are feeling better already,” she says, voice shaking. What was with these maidens and assuming you were anything like your soulmate? Though that last part did catch your interest. Something told you that she wasn’t at all referring to your time in the dungeon. If you had learned anything from Daphne, it was that the best way to get information was to be indirect. So you graciously accepted the food, before speaking, dodging your way around your ignorance.

“Yes, it’s amazing what a bit of meditating can do for the soul- and body, that is,” you start, watching closely for any veiled reactions. Even within the first few words you can tell that this stranger wasn’t expecting you to be pleasant. “Out of curiosity, what did my Lady say about my condition? There are, uh, a few details that I hope she did not share. I’m sure you understand.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, the maiden is nodding, appearing eager to satisfy you. Maybe a hint of fear can be useful, after all.

“No worries, Lady Cassandra did well to respect your privacy, and we would not dare question her further. She simply explained, to her family, that you were dealing with a migraine. I only heard this because I was helping serve breakfast,” she explained, smiling softly. You’re quick to nod, mimicking her expression for maximum empathy. “Do you require anything else? I am here to serve, you must only ask.” Ah, perfect. Would she have offered this even if you hadn’t attempted to be charming? Probably, but your politeness certainly didn't hurt.

“Well, there is one thing… as long as it’s no trouble.”

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It had been a risk, asking the servant to take you to a room you weren’t sure existed, but one that had paid off brilliantly. Even if said room was nothing like you had anticipated. Who would have thought that Cassandra, you think, would be an artist? What’s far less surprising is the fact that the studio (or ‘study’, as you had called it) is a disorganized disaster. Discarded papers lie scattered around an overflowing trash can, a cabinet with an attached tool rack is missing pieces, and in one corner there are literally random shards of broken glass lying about. What is this, performance art? Part of you feels tempted to clean up the mess, if only to occupy your time. Instead, you decide to examine some of the pieces within the room. Maybe somehow they’d tell you something noteworthy about your soulmate.

First, you move to your left, where a workbench houses strange sculptures. For the most part they’re abstract, jagged edges contrasting with gentle curves, but there is one you think you understand. It’s very clearly a bust… of someone’s ‘bust’. Guess that solves the age old question of ‘boobs or ass’, you think, stifling a giggle. Moving on, you shift your attention to the exposed section of the cabinet. One row is dedicated to small vials, each labeled with a concerning ‘blood’, despite the fact that it’s clearly not refrigerated. Still, you have heard of artists painting with blood before, but you seem to recall them mixing it with something else. Perhaps Cassandra had done the same? Though you did wonder if she had any difficulty resisting the urge to drink the blood, at least prior to mixing it.

Shrugging, you continue to the other side of the studio, squatting to get a closer look at the broken glass. As expected, there’s no discernable pattern or purpose. Huh, you think, wonder why she doesn’t clean up. Maybe she’s waiting for a servant to do it? Guessing her reasoning was rather difficult, especially considering your lack of context, such as how long the mess had been here. Deciding that this was a pointless distraction, you move on to the only other thing of note in the room: An easel, in the center, with a canvas nearly as tall as yourself. So far, there’s little on it other than pencil lines, a sketch marking where to paint certain details. Only the (start of) the background has been colored. Understandably, it’s hard to make out what exactly the finished project would end up representing. Based on what you know of Cassandra and her family, however, you infer that this- with four figures, one larger than the others, protective- is a painting of the castle residents.

“Family means something to you, hmm?... I hope that mine does not miss me much, for I will never see them again,” you say to yourself, instinctively reaching out towards the art. Before you can touch it, or think better of it, the door to the studio is flying open. In storms Cassandra, fists clenched at her sides. As soon as she sees you, she’s rushing forward, pulling you away from the easel. “Hello, darling. Glad to see me feeling better, yes?” You teased, smiling wide at her. Feeling a bit emboldened by your earlier success, you go a step further, leaning in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I swear to fuck, if you touched any of my stuff-” Cassandra starts to say, intentionally ignoring the kiss, even though her cheeks get flush at the contact.

“Nope, not a single thing. Not even the broken glass. Nice touch, by the way, makes the whole space feel a helluva lot cozier,” you interject. For a few moments she holds you by your shirt collar, staring you in the eyes as if determining whether or not to believe you. Somehow, some way, she declares you innocent, releasing you with an irritated sigh. After pretending to dust yourself off, you return your attention to the central canvas. “Do you do a lot of art of your family? I passed by several pieces on my way here, though they were certainly in a different style.” Another pause, with Cassandra waiting for you to spring a verbal trap.

“Some of those are mother’s work,” she answers, tentatively, eying you closely. When you merely nod in reply, expecting her to elaborate, she starts to relax, little by little. “I doubt you passed any of mine. Mother tends to keep those closer to her quarters, or near the main entrance.” Interesting, you think, why hasn’t she addressed my original question?

“It sounds like she’s very proud of you,” you muse, still facing away from your soulmate. There’s a slight shakiness to your voice, as your mind starts to dwell on memories of your own family. Perhaps noticing this, Cassandra takes a few steps closer, one hand hovering over your shoulder, not quite sure if you needed (or perhaps deserved) any comfort. In this moment, you feel far more vulnerable than you had the day before. Taking a deep breath, you try to center yourself, before perfectly ruining whatever trust you had just established with Cassandra. “Something tells me she doesn’t know about the titty sculpture though, right? Can’t quite imagine that one being displayed where everyone can see it.”

To your immense surprise, Cassandra gives you a blank stare.

“You… you really don’t know anything about my mother, do you?” She says, after several awkward seconds. It feels strange to think that she had been furious, merely a handful of minutes ago. “If you actually behave for a while, I can show you some of her favorite pieces around the castle. Then maybe you’ll understand.” Intrigued, you debate how exactly to respond. On one hand, you did want to see the art, but on the other hand… misbehaving was your goal of the day.

“Sounds like a nice date to me. Why not start the tour right now?” You suggest, hoping to meet your ‘politeness quota’ earlier rather than later. Still, it is in your very nature to be chaotic, and you find yourself giving Cassandra an affectionate shoulder touch. It’s not at all genuine, but the two of you blush nonetheless. How could you not, when your blood was bound together, hearts made to race in sync?

“Don’t get friendly with me,” Cassandra stammers, unadjusted to the way her pulse pounded. “This isn’t a date. We’re just- it doesn’t matter, actually. As long as it means getting you out of my studio, I don’t care.” With that said, she takes your hand in her own, pulling you towards the exit. If she has any feelings about the soft touch, she hides them well… unlike yourself. Cheeks flushed, you’re half tempted to yank yourself out of her grip, hating the way your heart skips a few beats. Would I still feel this way if I didn’t know we were soulmates? You wonder, biting your lower lip to prevent any unwanted comments from slipping out. Soon enough you’d have art aplenty to distract yourself with. Hopefully.

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“My God, you were not kidding. I don’t- I can’t even think of anything clever to say,” you chime, staring dumbfounded at the several statuettes of naked women. They seemed to fulfill some other purpose, one you couldn’t parse at the moment, but you could hardly think about the details right now. “I mean, good for your mother, for sticking to a theme, I suppose,” you continue, tripping over your own tongue, uncharacteristically quiet. Clearly amused by your flustered display, Cassandra lets out a hearty laugh.

“Good to know some things can shut you up. I’ll have to keep this in mind for next time you bother me,” she teases, light-heartedly. Her words only fluster you more, though they quickly give you room to counter, much to your joy.

“Is that so? Planning on carrying around a busty bust for the rest of your life, or thinking of going the more au naturel route?” You asked, briefly sticking your tongue out at Cassandra. It takes her a moment to understand what you’re getting at, but as soon as she does she’s smacking your arm with an offended huff. Despite her irritation, the blow is relatively soft, and you swear you can see her fighting to hide a smile. “Starting to go soft on me, are you? I hardly even felt that one.”

“So you’d prefer I hit you harder? And to think you called me kinky,” Cassandra fires back, without a hint of hesitation. Now both of you are laughing, softly, like old friends sharing fond memories. It’s… weirdly nice. A warmth fills your chest, even as you try to remind yourself that you shouldn’t be happy right now. Damn it, you think, suddenly frowning, hands clenching. We shouldn’t be having fun banter, back and forth like a real couple. Not when I’ve still got wounds from her hands on my skin. Instinctively you reach up to your face, thumb running over the marks Cassandra’s nails had left behind. The touch stings, bad, no matter how gentle you try to be. Noticing your shift in expression, your soulmate inches closer. “If your wounds are bothering you, I can have one of the servants get more ointment or whatever it is we have around. I don’t want you to-... There’s no reason for you to suffer more than you need to, besides, I don’t want you complaining all day.” Of course she couldn’t bring herself to imply that she cared. Of course. It wasn’t like the two of you were actually capable of being soft for each other, obviously. All of your confusion melts down, boiled by the warmth in your chest, turning to a familiar, albeit painful, rage.

“Right, right! Because you care so fucking much, yeah? What the fuck am I doing? Why am I-” you jab a finger towards her chest, accusatory- “talking to you? Why am I pretending you're not the one who did this to me? You’re the fucking reason my face hurts, my shoulder hurts, my brain-... I can’t stop thinking about everything that happened down there. I can’t get those goddamn images out of my head, every time I close my eyes, every time I look at you. I…” You trail off, chest heaving a little, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Cassandra’s standing tall, unflinching, but there’s a noticeable regret in her expression.

“What. Are. You… going to do about it?” She asks, through clenched teeth, fighting back the full force of her emotions. You can’t tell what exactly she’s feeling, but you know that you want her to show you. Every part of you is itching for a fist fight, regardless of how stupid you know the idea is.

“Depends, dickwad, on whether or not these statuettes are properly secured,” you snap, already moving, fully abandoning all impulse control. By the time your hand grips the first sculpture, Cassandra has put you in a headlock, forcefully tugging you backwards. Panic sets in, making you try to jam your elbows into her stomach. Before long both of you are tumbling to the floor, bodies already aching, limbs flailing wildly in an attempt to hit a target, any target. In the end the air is knocked from your lungs as your head smacks against the ground. “Shit, shit, shit,” you grumble, coughing, finally processing just how much of a dumbass you were. It’s clear that at least one of the previous day’s wounds has reopened, and you feel something wet and sticky on your shirt.

“Finished, asshole?” Cassandra wheezes, sounding dazed, roughly pulling you up by your shirt collar. You nod, refusing to meet her gaze. Then she’s sighing in relief, letting you lean on her for support, holding you surprisingly close, considering the circumstances. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Again…”

#cassandra dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil: village #re8 village #enemies to friends to lovers #blunt teeth sharp tongue #got some fun banter in this one!#followed immediately by heartbreak #they want to be soft so bad #but they do not know how #i promise they will eventually be soft #you have to remember that this is still less than 24 hours after part 1 #the reader is traumatized

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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All Men Have Limits - IV

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 3,800+

Previously on…

As Y/N packed her bags, she was also brainstorming her route once she got to her safe house. She’s just stay there for a couple of nights. Then she’d leave town. Gotham wasn’t safe for her right now. And if she was out of city limits, The Court of Owls had less influence. Though she didn’t doubt they’d send an assassin to the other side of the world to hunt her down.

Y/N looked around her extravagant room.

She doubted she’d ever be back here.

Things were getting…complicated.

It was a cruel reminder for why she kept to herself. People meant drama. Drama meant distractions. And distractions meant she wasn’t focused on the task at hand – which was bringing down the corrupt.

Y/N was just zipping up her duffle when there was a knock on her door.

“Come in!” She turned to see Dick walking in.

He eyed her bag. “What are you doing?”

“I was just about to go pack up my equipment in the cave.”

“No, you’re not. You’re staying here,” he confirmed.

She gave him a repulsed look. “Uhh…No, I am not. This mansion is about to be flooded with unidentified members of The Court.”

“Sure is,” Dick smirked. “But I have a solution.”

He held out his hand to show a bracelet. It looked expensive. The band was gold but there was a giant garnet gemstone at the center of it.

Dick handed it to Y/N.

“You shouldn’t have?” Y/N asked with confusion.

“I called in a favor with an old friend. She’s a magician.”

Y/N tried not to laugh, “A magician?”

Dick gave her a playful glare. “Yeah, a magician. But it’s not tricks and gimmicks. She knows actual magic.” He tapped the gemstone. “When you wear this, you’ll look like a different person. It’s a cloaking spell.”

“Why didn’t you guys suggest this right away?”

Dick sighed. “Bruce isn’t fond of metas and…magic.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier for me to just leave?”

“I would rather have you in disguise with our eyes on you, than have you out of reach,” he explained softly. “When you’re wearing this, all of us will still be able to see the real you. But not anyone else.”

“I don’t want to go to this stupid gala. I’ll just wear this and stay in my room or the cave.”

“Well…that’s the other part,” Dick cleared his throat awkwardly. “You’re gonna be my date.”

Y/N blinked in surprise. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone asked her on any kind of date. Not that Dick even asked. He more so told her.

“That wasn’t exactly a request, Dick.”

“Everyone knows everyone. If you’re by yourself, people will ask too many questions. But if you’re my date, no one will think twice why you’re there.”

“I-I don’t have anything to wear…”

Dick laughed lightly. “Alfred already sent out for a dress and shoes for you.”

“…why do I feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman?”

“Come on, Y/N. You know it’s not like that.”

Y/N remained annoyed.

“I’ll be here at your door around 8 tonight, k?” Dick gave her a soft smirk.

“Fine.”

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This was just another night for Dick. He’d been dragged to enough of these stupid galas to know the drill: wide smiles, forced laughter, and lay the charm on real thick. With the way this family handled their identities, they could’ve been a family of actors instead of vigilantes.

Dick straightened his cufflinks as he made his way to Y/N’s room.

He could hear the murmur’s of the guest from the ballroom, proving just how many people were attending for the sound to reach him in such a giant manor.

There was a part of Dick that half expected Y/N to be in her usual baggy sweaters and leggings when he opened the door. A silent protest that she wasn’t going to be anyone’s arm candy tonight.

Dick knew he didn’t give her much choice.

When his family had been discussing the situation, Dick tried to off to stay hidden out of sight with Y/N. But Alfred was having none of it. They all knew he took these events rather seriously. Especially one that was started and named after Bruce’s mother.

Dick knocked and turned his back to the door, he double checked there were no guests exploring where they shouldn’t be.

When the door opened, Dick turned around and was stunned to silence.

“Is this bracelet working on you or do I really look that bad?”

Y/N shifted as he stared at her like she’d cast a spell on him.

Dick was seeing Y/N. That was for sure.

“I see the dress fit,” he finally spoke.

What the hell was the matter with him? That’s really what he chose to say?

Though Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the comment. “That it does.”

Dick woke up a bit and cleared his throat. “You look…beautiful.”

He never had a problem charming women. So why is he suddenly talking like a total cave man?

“Don’t look so surprised,” Y/N call him out teasingly. “Just because I dress like a scrub every day doesn’t mean I don’t know how to clean up.”

His brow furrowed at the first comment. “You’ve never looked like a scrub, Y/N.”

OK. OK. He was getting back to his normal self.

“Well…” Y/N broke eye contact from her bashfulness. “Thank you.”

Dick held out the hook of his arm. “Shall we?”

Y/N inhaled, “Right.”

As soon as she hooked her hand onto Dick’s bicep, a wave of relief washed over her. She wasn’t doing this alone; she was doing this with him at her side.

“So, what’s the the plan here?” Y/N asked nervously.

“The plan is to blend in. Don’t talk to any press. And…” He smirked. “It wouldn’t hurt to try and have a good time.”

“Right. I’ll try to do that while I’m in a room possibly filled with people who want me dead…” Y/N sighed.

“Not ‘possibly.’ There will be.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. “Way to make me feel better, Dick.”

He laughed. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be with you the whole time. Damian, Tim, and Bruce will be there, too. And somehow Alfred convinced Jason to even make an appearance. You’re not in this alone, Y/N.”

“Mhmm,” Y/N answered as they arrived to the party. She didn’t bother hiding that she was still extremely nervous and on edge.

“I did really mean it,” Dick told her quietly.

His tone made Y/N tear her eyes away from the party to look at him. “Really mean what?”

“You look beautiful.”

His words didn’t fumble this time. He was confident and clear, leaving no room for doubt or insincerity.

Y/N gave him a shy smile.

“I’m guessing a drink would make this a bit easier, huh?” Dick offered.

“Yes. Yes, it would.”

Dick guided her to the nearest bar.

All the staff knew what the Wayne family looked like. Which meant the bartended skipped over all other guests and b-lined for Dick when he requested a drink, and then looked to Y/N to order what she wanted.

There was loud laughter from a group of people near them. Followed by a voice that Y/N thought she knew, but still sounded a bit off.

When Y/N looked over, she realized it was Bruce talking to a group of guests, who were absolutely fawning over him. He was smiling and laughing, and taking very frequent sips of his drink.

This was Bruce Wayne: the character. Charming playboy, debatable narcissist, and spoiled brat. But in the eyes of Gotham’s elite, he could do no wrong.

Y/N wondered if Bruce had ever considered bringing her as his date. ‘Don’t you start,’ said a voice inside her head.

Dick followed her eye line.

“Doesn’t it make you nauseous watching him like this?” Y/N mumbled.

“Not Dick. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Jason answered.

Dick and Y/N turned to see Jason and Damian.

Yes, Dick adopted Bruce’s charm. But he didn’t rip himself into pieces, building characters that were unrecognizable to the people who actually knew him. Dick’s charm was a part of his personality. His flirtations came naturally. But he only used them on people he intended on building a genuine connection with. (Though Nightwing was guilty of using said charm on targets during missions a few times.)

Y/N looked around for Tim and saw him talking to what appeared to be serious businessman. He was the only one carrying on the legacy at Wayne Enterprises. If any of the boys needed to be here, it was Tim.

“Shouldn’t you guys be making rounds or something?” Y/N asked.

Jason shrugged. “People only cared about us when we were cute kids. Now we’re just spoiled adults who are the product of nepotism.” He smirked down at Damian. “But this one isn’t out of the clear yet.”

“Don’t remind me,” Damian groaned. “At the last one, a woman pinched my cheeks as if I was some toddler.”

“I thought I was about to watch him murder someone,” Dick added.

“I wanted to,” Damian clarified.

Dick started talking to Jason about something.

It provided Y/N the perfect window with the youngest Wayne.

“I’ll sneak you alcohol if you do a mercy killing for me,” she offered Damian.

The boy looked amused but gave no indication that a deal was made.

“Your date that awful?” Jason teased as he smirked at Dick, who ignored him.

“Do you have the hearing of a dog? Fuckin’ Christ.”

The four of them stuck together for most of the night. Tim would touch base with them every so often. But he kept getting dragged away by board members or partners or anyone that wanted to kiss the ass of the future head of Wayne Enterprises.

Dick and Y/N were laughing at Jason about something when Dick’s face suddenly fell as he spotted something on the other side of the room.

“God damn it, Damian.” Dick hissed as he put his drink down on the nearest counter. He turned to Y/N. “I’ll be right back. Stay here.”

Y/N just nodded.

But then Jason seemed to spot the youngest brother as well.

“I should probably help him and do some damage control,” Jason sighed.

Y/N laughed and nodded for him to go ahead.

“Now you can see why I avoid these shit shows.”

She laughed but pushed him away, “Go help Dick.”

Now that Y/N was alone, her senses was hyper focused on the party around her.

As she reached for her drink, she noticed that her surrounding area had gone eerily quiet. And she felt far too many eyes on her. There were hushed whispers and even gasps.

“Would you care to dance?” A voice asked from behind her.

Y/N’s entire body tensed.

She turned to see Bruce waiting patiently for her response.

But the look on his face was that of a man she didn’t know.

Bruce had a charming glitter in his eyes and his smirk was arrogant.

Y/N looked around at their audience, then at the dance floor. She was desperately trying to remember the last time she danced with someone.

“Umm…I don’t really know how–” her words came out so slowly.

“How to dance?” Bruce offered.

Y/N nodded.

“You just need a good partner,” he reassured her as he held out a hand.

‘What a fucking line,’ Y/N thought as she tried not to roll her eyes. She half expected him to add a wink.

Bruce guided her to the center of the dance floor and then pulled her closer with his right hand while his left wrapped around her hand.

Y/N wasn’t expecting him to pull her so close, but their body’s were now pressed together.

Bruce moved his mouth to her ear. “Relax,” he murmured.

“It’s hard to relax when you’re using me to set up your new flavor of the week,” she criticized. “Everyone is watching us.”

Bruce may be used to such scrutiny, but Y/N had zero experience with it. And it was safe to say she hated it.

“They’re not looking at me. They’re looking at you,” Bruce corrected.

“A woman who’s not even me. It’s just the dress.”

“I’m happy you like it, seeing as I picked it out,” he commented smugly.

Y/N’s chest tightened at the revelation.

“I see the real you right now, and that’s who I asked to dance.”

Y/N wanted to make a run for it. She didn’t want Bruce with an audience. She just wanted him to herself and she wanted him as he really was.

But her brain shut down for just this song and she followed her heart.

If Y/N concentrated hard enough, she could ignore all the invasive gawking. If she closed her eyes, it was just her and Bruce. So, Y/N tucked her head into his shoulder and let Bruce glide them across the floor.

Somehow she felt that Bruce was allowing himself this as well.

One song was not enough for what they both needed and wanted.

But Y/N would take what she could.

Though what she did not expect was to finally pull away to see Bruce looking utterly heartbroken. As if pulling away from her was the hardest thing he’d ever have to do. And for the first time, Y/N legitimately considered that Bruce might want the same thing as she did.

He’ll just never act on his feelings.

If Y/N had blinked, she could’ve missed the moment of honesty and vulnerability Bruce had colored all across his face – bleeding from his eyes.

Because, the next moment, the character was back.

As the party clapped for the band, someone called Bruce’s name. And their locked stare was broken.

And just like that, Y/N was snapped back to reality as if someone threw a bucket of freezing water over her.

Now that Bruce had moved on, no one bothered to keep their voices down. And the upperclass women of Gotham made it loud and clear that they were not pleased with Y/N’s presence.

“Seems he’s found his next prey.”

“She looks half his age, of course he would go for her. Typical man.”

“She’ll eventually learn like we all did.”

“I still say he was the best lay I ever had.”

“Remember when we both slept with him in the same week?”

Now Y/N wasn’t just brought back to reality – she was put in her place.

Before she could even realize what was happening to stop it, her eyes were filled with tears. She had to get out of there.

“Excuse me,” Y/N whispered desperately and she tried to push her way through the crowd.

As soon as she made it outside, she let out a gasp. The fresh air helped, but it wasn’t enough.

There wasn’t any guests outside, but Y/N didn’t feel a safe enough distance from the party. The gardens and maze were in her peripheral and it took her all of two seconds to decide that would be her safe haven.

She hurried through the maze and prayed that no drunken couples had tried to also sneak away from prying eyes.

But when Y/N reached the center of the maze, she was alone.

A fountain sat in the middle and the sound of its moving water calmed Y/N down a bit. But even that couldn’t stop her tears from finally escaping.

Y/N sat on the edge of the fountain as she tried to get a hold of herself. She could only imagine what this was doing her makeup that she spent an hour doing.

‘What a waste,’ she thought.

Her escape was short lived.

Dick called her name repeatedly from a distance.

Y/N panicked at the idea of him catching her crying. She quickly tried to hide any evidence of tears and pull herself together.

Dick finally caught up and let out a sigh of relief from behind her.

“Y/N, you can’t run off like that,” he tried to tell her.

He opened his mouth to lecture her further, but when he finally made it around the fountain and was facing her, his concern shifted.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Nothing,” Y/N struggled to speak without sounding nasally. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You were crying.”

“I’m fine,” she tried to laugh. “Seriously, Dick.”

But he wasn’t having any of it. He moved to sit next to her on the edge of the fountain. Without hesitating, he wrapped an around her shoulder and pulled her into him.

“Come here,” he muttered softly.

Why did it feel so natural for him to do that? Like he’d done it a million times before?

He rubbed her arms. “Jesus. You’re freezing.”

Then he was taking off his suit jacket and putting it over her shoulders. But he didn’t miss a beat, quickly bringing her back into his arms again.

“Wanna tell me what’s got you so upset?” Dick asked after a few minutes of silently comforting her.

“It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid to me if it made you cry.”

Y/N took in a shaky breath, feeling like she was on the cusp of crying again. “I’m just like the rest of them.”

Dick waited, feeling like she needed to say more before he spoke.

“They were whispering terrible things. But it was everything I already knew. I’m just another stupid girl that managed to convince herself that she was different.”

Dick was silent as he processed his words. It wasn’t hard for him to know Y/N was talking about Bruce, even thought she never uttered his name.

“I’ve got an idea,” Dick announced. “Let’s ditch this stupid gala. Get out of these clothes. Put on some sweatpants. And I’ll have Alfred order us as much pizza and wings as you want.”

Now Y/N wanted to cry for a completely different reason.

Dick was the sweetest man she’d ever met.

“Sound like a plan?” He asked her when she didn’t respond and instead just stared into his blue eyes.

Y/N nodded.

“We can even invite my good-for-nothing brothers if that’ll make you happy.”

Her first instinct was to say yes. They all amused her beyond belief. Watching the way they all interacted with each other was like watching a reality show. And it was always obvious how much they loved each other deep down – even with Damian, who would rather die than admit such a thing.

But if all of them were included, who knew when Bruce would eventually make an appearance. And Y/N just didn’t think she could be in a room with him again tonight.

“Just you and me,” she clarified.

That seemed to please Dick and he nodded.

“Just you and me,” he confirmed as he offered her a hand up.

When they started walking back to the manor, Dick wrapped an arm around her shoulder, keeping her close to his side.

“I’m going to ask you a question and I need you to be completely honest with me,” but she said it through a smile.

Dick looked a bit nervous, but nodded. “Alright.”

“Do you know how to order takeout on your own?”

Dick threw his head back and laughed. “How dare you!”

He pinched her waist, making her yelp. But he didn’t let her escape his hold. “Yes, I do. In fact, when I’m at my own place, I live off takeout. And let me tell you, no one can order food quite like I can. Thank you very much.”

Once they reached the second floor of the manor, the two of them parted ways to changed out of their fancy clothes.

Y/N washed her face, scrubbing the layers of makeup off. But before she could rid herself of the evidence, she noticed the smeared mascara and eyeliner.

Words could not describe the relief of putting on baggy sweatpants and a hoodie and fluffy socks after wearing a fitted gown and high heels.

30 minutes later, just as promised, Dick was bringing up a huge pizza and a box of wings to Y/N’s bedroom.

They ate on the floor. Dick managed to light the fireplace that was in there, because Y/N didn’t know what to do with the thing. The television was on, but neither of them were watching it. It was simply white noise.

Two hours later, Y/N was laughing so hard at a story Dick was telling her that she had tears in her eyes and her stomach hurt.

“I don’t believe you!”

“I’m not kidding. Ask Jason. He took my clothes and I was ass naked, running through the streets of Gotham. I wanted to kill him.”

Y/N grabbed another wing and got sauce all over her face.

“What?” She asked when Dick was watching her with adoration. “Do I have sauce on my face?”

He tried to hide his smile. “Nope.”

She knew he was lying and then purposely smeared more sauce around her lips. “How about now? Do I have anything now?”

“No. Nothing.”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how attractive am I right now?” Y/N laughed as she wiped the sauce off her face with napkins.

“11,” Dick responded without hesitating.

The playfulness was sucked out of the room when they both heard how serious his tone was.

Y/N’s face went somber as she looked down at the floor. “I’m sorry I didn’t dance with you.” She laughed lightly, “I’m a lousy date, huh?”

“That’s not true,” he immediately shot down. “This is the most fun I’ve had…” His words died out when he realized he couldn’t even remember. “Well, it’s the most fun I’ve had in awhile.”

“Me too,” she replied with a quiet sweetness.

Through her full-body laughter, she had moved closer to Dick without realizing it.

He glanced at her lips. He just couldn’t help himself.

The thing about Dick wearing his heart on his sleeve was that it was nearly impossible for him to hide his feelings, his desires. It was all in those blue eyes of his, waiting to easily be read by someone.

And while Y/N looked at him looking at her, she felt beautiful. Because that was all Dick could possibly think as he stared at her.

Neither knew who leaned in first. Perhaps this was their dance that they weren’t able to have earlier.

But they made up for it by sharing an impassioned kiss now.

Dick’s lips were softer than Y/N expected. His hands gripped her waist possessively, making it very clear what he wanted – but still being ever so gentle and soft with his touches.

One of Dick’s hands moved from her waist up her back to tangle his fingers in her hair. He tugged on the strands and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

They both could slightly taste the pizza and wings on each other’s lips, but neither of them cared at all.

The kiss didn’t last long enough for either of their liking.

But Y/N pulled away anyways, gasping for air a bit.

“I’m sorry,” she sighed.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he whispered through hooded eyes as he brushed some hair away from her face. “I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile,” he added with a smirk.

But Y/N wasn’t really sorry about the kiss.

She was sorry because she knew that things were far more complicated than ever.

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Part V

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Secret Lives

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: You and JJ never got along so your friends trap the two of you on a boat in the middle of the marsh to work it out. Only it doesn’t go as planned.

Note: Hi guys! This is my first writing piece. I tried not to do a two parter for my first one but it ended up being so long. Sorry! I would love to hear your feedback so feel free to leave me a message! Part two will be posted soon. Also I have completed a rewrite of the show with a JJ x Routledge sister pairing so keep an eye out for that! Also wanna shout out @skiesofthesketchy @malfoyfarms @collecting-stories because they were some of the first masterlists I read and I loved them and it inspired me to write my own. So thank you!

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Language, angst, very slight mentions of abuse

Part 2

Y/N Y/L/N. That’s you. Or as some like to call you, Hannah Montana. You live the best of both worlds, living it up on Figure Eight and wearing hundred dollar dresses to fancy dinners and parties, sneaking expensive mimosas to brunches with your friends, and getting biweekly mani pedi’s with your sister. Meanwhile, when you’re not rolling around in the luxuries of Kook Life, you’re rolling around in the dirt with your Pogue friends, baking in the sun on a dirty small boat while drinking the cheapest beer one of the boys’ could get their hands on. Most Kooks hated you even when they wanted to be you. And most Pogues didn’t trust you even as they tried getting in your pants.

One of them being JJ Maybank.

Kiara introduced you to her group of friends right after freshman year. The two of you were the black sheep of Kook Academy. Both your families have money, sure. But you weren’t jerks about it. You enjoy a little pampering here and there, but you’re not tone deaf and superficial like the rest of your peers. You were so grateful that your science teacher paired you two together for that year’s science fair. You instantly clicked with the curly brunette and spent most of the class talking about whatever came to mind instead of actually brainstorming project ideas. After working together for months on a science fair project with a shared passion of wanting to help save the environment, Kie finally introduced you to her best friends.

John B and Pope immediately made you feel like one of the group. Sure, they were curious about your life but you never felt like you were being interrogated with questions. They included you on inside jokes and even gave you the nickname ‘Sassy’ after proving to them that you can hold your own in a verbal fight.

Thanks to JJ.

From the start he claimed to never like you. He hated where you were from, who your parents were, and that you never had a job. He hated that you didn’t even have to try to get people to like you. In his eyes, everything was handed to you on silver platter. You had a picture perfect life and all you had to do was bat your eyelashes and show off your pearly white teeth. He couldn’t stand you.

Yet, he was dangerously attracted to you.

He loved the way your hair shined against the setting sun, he loved that you didn’t wear makeup every single day like every other Kook on the island, he loved how your white jean shorts perfectly shaped your curves, and he loved how your temper was as equally as short as his because it made you fighting with him that much hotter.

Last night was no different than every other night with you and your friends. It was quiet, spent around a bonfire in John B’s back yard. You sipped on cheap beer from the can while the smell of JJ’s marijuana smoke wafted through the air. Kie lightly strummed the strings of her ukulele while Pope and JJ bickered about the pros and cons of smoking weed.

This was your family. You had friends on the other side of the island too but you weren’t as close as you were with the Pogues. You would do anything for the people surrounding you. Even JJ. You tried to tell yourself you hated him just as much as he hated you, but you couldn’t help but feel like every other girl on this island, falling for his ocean blue eyes and golden locks. His wit and his charm. His loyalty and protectiveness of his friends. How he looked with his shirt off. How he would wink at you when he caught you staring. You wished you didn’t, but you loved him.

“Hellooo, Y/N?” John B waved his hand in front of your face. You hadn’t even realized you’d been staring.

“I’m sorry. What were you saying?”

John B smirked but didn’t say what he was thinking. He always thought you and JJ were acting dumb when it was clear as day that the two of you were attracted to each other. He always caught you two staring at one another when the other wasn’t looking. You two would always ask about the other person when they weren’t there even if it was just to throw a sharp jab behind their back.

“I asked you what you were up to this weekend.”

“Oh,” You shrugged. “Probably run some errands, babysit my neighbor’s kids...”

Just like Hannah Montana, you also lived a secret life. Your life wasn’t as perfect as everyone thought it was, but you’d never admit to it. Your mother would be crushed, your friends would find you stupid and pathetic, and you would hate yourself even more than you already did.

“Good. Sunday we’re going to check out the surfing competition on Seasill Beach. JJ’s trying to qualify for it next year.”

Your smile immediately dropped. “Sunday. Oh.”

“Already got a spa day planned, Princess?” JJ smirked from across the way.

“I, uh,” You tried your best to fake a grin. “I’m sorry. I can’t go. I already have plans.”

You held you breath as you waited for someone to respond. This was the third time this month you flaked on your friends without a good explanation. You never knew what to tell them, only that you had plans. You were afraid if you said anything else, they’d find out you were lying.

“Again?” Kie stopped playing her ukulele to look at you. “Seriously. Is there some secret boy we should know about or something?”

You scoffed. “No.”

You felt the most guilty lying to Kie. After all she was your best friend. The one you were supposed to be able to share everything with, even the stuff you couldn’t tell your parents.

“Kie’s right. You bailed on us last week last minute too,” Pope said.

You opened your mouth to say something, but your head wasn’t working fast enough to come up with a lie.

“We all knew this day would come.” JJ’s smirk was gone. He flicked the butt of his joint into the fire and claps off the ash from his hands. “Hannah Montana dips her toes into the wild life. She feels free and independent long enough to decide she’d rather go back to her cookie cutter life and live with all the privilege that daddy has to offer.”

The word ‘daddy’ physically made you flinch. Your eyes narrowed in a tight glare as you dug your fingernails into the palm of your hand, hating that this was the way JJ thought of you.

“J...” John B tried to warn him but JJ didn’t listen.

“No, seriously.” JJ stood up. “I bet the reason she’s not telling us what all her ‘plans’ are is because she knows you’ll all be disappointed. Me? Well, I couldn’t care less whether you hung out with us or not. In fact, I’ve been praying for it. So tell us, Y/N, what are you doing that you won’t tell us? If it’s not some dude, then maybe you decided you’d rather be a Kook. Are you going to fancy lunches and riding yachts across the ocean? Maybe you’re spitting in the faces of the people who work to make your life easier. Maybe -”

“JJ!” Kie yelled.

You stood up, your vision turning red and your skin going hot. Usually you could take JJ’s insults. You were use to JJ throwing your family’s money in your face, trying to make you feel bad for something you can’t control, but this was too much. Because now he was calling you out on your loyalty to your friends. And he was so far from the truth.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” You said. The other three stood up when you took a step in JJ’s direction. John B stood close to you. He didn’t know what you were going to do, but he’s never heard your voice so low and threatening in a long time. The other time was with a Kook who was giving JJ shit. Ironically. “For me to just leave.”

“I didn’t stutter, did I?”

“Well I hate to break it to you, but I’m not going anywhere. In fact, because I’m such a nice friends, I’m going to give you some free advice. First, the last thing you want to question me about is my loyalty to the people who’s lives I would put before my own. Second, I would suggest removing that stick up your ass because it seems like your way too uptight to handle it.”

JJ glared at you and didn’t move to respond. A part of you was surprised he didn’t have anything to come back with and the other part of you was relieved.

The thick tension between you and your friends was suffocating. Your night had been effectively ruined by a simple question. But the sad part is, you didn’t even know who to blame. JJ, or the other man causing most of your guilt and grief.

“Y/N/N...” Kie tried stopping you as you gathered your stuff to leave.

“I’m out of here.”

You stormed out of the backyard and into your car. There was only so much you could take until you broke. And you were not going to give JJ Maybank the satisfaction of seeing you break.

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You couldn’t fall asleep last night. JJ’s words kept replaying in your head like a bad song stuck on replay. You wanted to hate him. You wanted to blame him for not trusting you. But instead, you hated yourself. Because you’re the reason he can’t trust you. Cause you have secrets you don’t want shared.

Your thumb hovered over his contact. Not JJ’s. The man who’s made your life a living hell for the last sixteen years. You wanted to scream and cry and slap him in his face. But instead, you stayed frozen in fear. Like the little pathetic girl he says you are. And you hated yourself more for proving him right.

Your attention was taken away when someone busted through your bedroom door out of breath. Kie immediately went to your drawers and pulled out the first bathing suit she could find and threw it at you.

“Kie -”

“We need to go,” She said. “Get dressed.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Pope and John B ran out of gas doing grocery runs for Heyward. We need to get them with the HMS Pogue.”

“Where’s JJ? Why can’t he help you?”

“He’s working,” Kie said quickly. “Come on.”

***********************

You and Kie found Heyward’s boat stranded in the middle of the marsh like Kie said it would be. John B and Pope were waiting for you on the back and thanking you both for coming to help. You hold the gas as they helped you onto the boat. They directed you to the tank while they helped Kie.

As soon as you made your way to the front of the boat, you heard the engine of the Pogue rev and take off. You dropped the gasoline gallon and sprinted to the back of the boat where they left you. John B and Pope waved back to you as Kie drove them back to the Chataeu.

“What the hell?” You yelled at them to come back.

“You and JJ need to work your shit out!” John B yelled back to you.

“What...” You mumbled to yourself before you heard the sound of heavy footsteps running towards you. You gasp in surprise when a sweaty JJ passed you to glare at the boat that’s getting smaller and smaller by the second.

“What the fuck?” He screamed.

“There’s food and blankets in the cabin!” Pope yelled back.

“We’ll come get you in the morning,” Kie said.

You clenched your teeth together with frustration. JJ looked just as pissed off and small part of you was disappointed with that. He turned around, cursing to himself and hitting random shit in his way.

This was going to be a long day.

***********************

After four hours, you and JJ still hadn’t spoken to each other. He took over the cabin while you laid out on the back of the boat. Your head was running with different thoughts. Should you try to make up with JJ? Should you just continue to ignore him? Should you tell him why you can’t go to the surfing competition tomorrow?

You didn’t know what to do but you knew you couldn’t sit here in silence anymore.

You reluctantly stood in front of him with crossed arms. He was smoking a blunt and looking out into the setting sun. If you were friends, you would take a picture of him right now. The pink sky painted his skin perfectly.

“What?” He said without looking at you.

“Seriously?” You raised one brow. “We’re asked to do one thing on this boat and that’s all you have to say?”

“I’m not sorry for what I said last night.”

“Neither am I.”

“Fine.”

You rolled your eyes. The problem with both of you was that you’re both stubborn. But if the problem with JJ couldn’t be fixed today, you didn’t know how much longer you would be able to put up with his rude remarks and assumptions about you.

“What the hell is your problem?” You said.

“My problem?”

“Yeah. Your problem. You’ve been treating me like shit ever since Kie introduced me to you. What could I have possibly done to make you hate me so goddamn much?”

JJ shook his head in annoyance. “I’m not doing this.”

He got up and walked to the back of the boat where you were sulking not even five minutes ago. You followed him like the stubborn person you were and you continued to grill him.

“I’ve tried so hard to be your friend. I’ve bought you drugs, I’ve even done yours and JB’s laundry. I put in a good word to the tourons who ask about you at boneyard parties. I laugh at your jokes, even when they’re about my friends. I try so hard to be on your good side and you still want nothing to do with me!”

“Because you’re a Kook!”

“So?”

“You have everything. Money, family, friends, a future. I don’t trust you because I don’t know what the hell you want with us. What do we possibly have that you can’t get on Figure Eight? Hm? Are you trying to prove a point to your mom that you don’t need her? You trying to prove to your dad that you’re a tough girl and don’t need his money or protection to keep you safe? Huh?”

“You know what your problem is? You don’t listen! I’ve told you time and time again that I don’t care about any of those things. I hang out with you guys because you are my friends. I have a good time when I’m with you. Why is that so hard for you to get?”

JJ scoffed. “Please. You don’t think I see you constantly checking your cell phone? Making sure no one can see who you’re texting? If we’re such good friends, why won’t you tell us what you’re doing tomorrow? You always have ‘other plans’ and then you never tell us what they are.”

“Because that’s none of your business!”

“If my friends are going to get hurt because of some lying bitch then it is my business!”

You were breathing so heavily, you were basically panting. Your blood felt like it was boiling under your skin and your head felt fuzzy with lack of thoughts. You didn’t know what to say, truly lost for words.

JJ took another step closer to you. You’re so close to him, you can feel his breath on your face and see every mark on his skin. You never knew he had a scar right above his brow or a freckle under his ear. He smelled like weed and sun sunscreen and his breath like mint. Had you not been fired up with rage, you would have thought he looked hot and maybe even made a move.

But now it was the last thing you wanted to do.

“I’m sick and tired of you spoiled brats getting everything you want. You’re nothing but a spoiled rich kid who doesn’t even know the kind of privilege she has if it hit her in the face. You can’t relate to anything we have to go through. You don’t have to get dirt underneath your fingernails to make a buck. You don’t have to wonder where your next meal is coming from. You wouldn’t last a week on the Cut because you’ve never known what it’s been like to live the life we do!”

“You don’t know anything about me!” You snapped. The heart in your chest felt like it was being shredded to pieces by a rapid wolf. You felt like you were being torn apart one by one with each insult he threw in your face. Little did he know, he was wrong.

“I know enough to never want to see you again. I will never accept you into our group of friends. Don’t you get that? So you can stop playing the nice girl act around me and go back to Sarah Cameron and the other Kooks that you still hang out with despite knowing everything they’ve done to us. To Kie!”

Bringing up the fight between Kie and Sarah was a low blow and JJ knew it. It was something you always struggled with because you continued to be friends with both of them separately. At first, they were both mad at you but then accepted your friendship when they came around to loving the idea that you would fight for both of them. You tried getting them to talk and make up, but both of them refused. Maybe you should just stick them on a boat in the middle of nowhere and force them to work it out.

Although, clearly your experience with it wasn’t going so well.

“That’s not fair.”

“Yeah, well life’s not fair sweet heart. But you wouldn’t know about that.”

You thought the fight last night was bad. But this one took the icing off the cake. You wished so desperately that Kie had just trapped you both in a locked room, so at least you had the chance to break out and run away from the darkness that was clouding around you.

You were most upset that this was how JJ thought of you. You didn’t know if you would have the same devastating reaction if someone else had said these things to you. You wanted so badly to be friends with the blonde Pogue. You saw the way he interacted with his friends and you wanted to be a part of that small circle so badly, you would almost do anything to be in it.

But you didn’t think you could last another second of being belittled and tormented with JJ’s outspoken feelings towards you. You wished there was a rewind button so you could go back to bed and hopefully never wake up and you’d lock your door so Kie couldn’t break in.

You swallowed back the tears that threatened to fall and admit your defeat. You wanted to find the nearest corner and crawl into it and escape the murderous glare of JJ Maybank. JJ was wrong. You didn’t have everything. Because in this moment, you still wanted him. And you were just realizing that you never will.

“You judge me by the surface. You’ve never once tried to get to know me. You don’t ask. You just assume that I’m like every other kid on Figure Eight. You don’t know where I’ve came from. What I’ve been through. What I live with. You don’t know my plans for the future or my hobbies or even my favorite color because you didn’t ask!” Adrenaline pushes through your veins like a wave of energy. You’ve never felt so powerful but so small in your life.

“All right. So tell me,” JJ said. “Tell me whatever story you can think of that will change my mind about you.”

You paused, standing there face to face with someone who will never accept you. You were suddenly overcome with so many emotions you didn’t know which one to choose from. Anger, sorrow, fear, confusion, shame.

You couldn’t believe you even thought about telling JJ your story. A story that you haven’t even told Kie. The story about how you were actually born and raised on the far end of the south side. How your dad use to abuse your mother right in front of you before she managed to escape when you were eight. For six months you lived in her car before she got a job as a housekeeper at a cheap motel used mostly for hookers and their cliental. Her employer let you live rent free if your mom accepted a cheaper pay check. During one of her shifts, your mother ran right into Andrew Y/L/N. No, he wasn’t one of the hooker’s clients. He was actually on the property looking to buy out the place. Even though he was a Kook, he looked through the housekeeper’s uniform into my mom’s heart and loved everything about her. He took her on a couple dates, then less than a year later, married her. You changed your last name to his because you didn’t want any relation to your father anymore. You thought the man was scum and deserved to rot in hell for everything he put your mom through. You hated him and even wished for him to die. Sometimes you even thought about doing it yourself. But then you saw him again. At a gas station in the middle of The Cut. You couldn’t believe he recognized you and you were even more shocked he had the audacity to talk to you. And you listened. He told you how sorry he was. How he never meant to hurt your mom. How he missed his baby girl and wanted to be in her life again. You fell for every word because a part of you you didn’t know existed missed having a biological dad.

That was your biggest mistake.

He didn’t change. He was still the same bastard he was eight years ago, using violence and threats with people much weaker than him to get what he wanted. He loved guilting you with your new luxuries. How you now had everything right under your fingertips after you left him to wither away with nothing. He said you owed him. Because you were his daughter and you were supposed to love him unconditionally. And you fell for it every time. He never hurt you like he hurt your mom. A few slaps here and there but nothing to leave a mark to get your mother questioning.

So now you were trapped - trapped in his world and in his life. Using your own money that you actually worked for, little did JJ know, to pay for his bills, his drugs, and sometimes, even his bail.

You didn’t tell anyone about this secret life because you didn’t want anyone to make you feel any more pathetic and weak than you already felt. And most importantly, you didn’t want to hurt your mother by telling her you’ve been supporting the one person she’s been trying to protect you from.

And you were about to risk that by telling someone who probably still wouldn’t care about you even after hearing what you had to say. You are who you are. If JJ didn’t like you now, he shouldn’t like you after telling him your story, anyway.

“No.” You shook your head.

“No?” JJ scoffed. “I’m finally asking you tell me something and you’re saying no?”

“Because you don’t care, JJ! Not really. You think knowing my sob story is going to get you to like me? I don’t need a pity friendship. I am who I am because of shit I’ve had to overcome. And this is me now. So if you don’t like it, then fine. We’ll do it your way and call it quits.” JJ didn’t say anything as you turned around to find somewhere to pass out in hopes of getting morning to come faster.

You found a blanket deep into the cabin and pulled it over your body, shielding yourself away from the world. You hoped the darkness would sweep through your head so you wouldn’t be plagued with torturous thoughts about your past or what’s going to happen to tomorrow. You cried - you cried because even after JJ ripped into your like a zoo animal, he still hated you.

JJ was wrong. You didn’t have everything. Because you didn’t have him.

***********************

Surprisingly, the sun rose sooner than you expected it to. Sleeping on the swaying boat wasn’t as awful as you thought it was going to be. In fact, it was kind of peaceful with the stars above you and the sound of moving water right under you.

The morning wasn’t so calming. You were slapped in the face with memories of the night before. Your stomach twisted at the thought of being face to face with JJ again. You knew what you had to do and thinking about it made you sick and depressed.

You pushed yourself up and checked the time on the radio. 8:03. Anxiety instantly flooded through you. You only had two hours to get home to be ready in time to run ‘errands’ with your dad.

You looked out to the back of the boat where JJ was looking into the horizon, probably waiting for your friends to come.

Fresh set of tears pricked your eyes at what’s to come. You loved your friends and you even loved JJ. But you couldn’t stay with the Pogues. You didn’t want to make JJ any more uncomfortable than he already was and you were afraid the constant fighting would push your friends further apart. You didn’t want to be the reason for that.

You pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders and walked next to JJ. Without a word, you looked out in the same direction he was looking and admired the morning sun.

Surprisingly, JJ was the first one to speak. He looked at you and instantly felt guilty all over again. He tossed and turned all night contemplating on whether he should wake you up to apologize or just wait until morning. He knew he wasn’t being fair. You’ve done nothing but tried to earn his trust since day one. You accepted him for all his flaws and he couldn’t do the same for you. Yeah there was the phone thing and not telling the others what you’re up to, but it wasn’t like you were constantly in his business. If you see him with unexplained bruises, you don’t pester him about it. If he comes back to the Chateau in a pissy mood and blames it on a fight with his dad, you try to make him forget about it with a distraction instead of making him tell you what the fight was about. Why couldn’t he give you the same respect?

Truth was he wasn’t so much worried about his friends getting hurt as he was getting hurt. He liked you more than a friend should which would make your departure from your friends that much more heartbreaking for him. He never felt this way over a girl, let a lone a Kook and he tried so desperately to hate you. But it didn’t work. Instead, it made him feel like the biggest asshole in the world. He wanted to fix what he broke. He told himself he still had time left. His friends weren’t back yet to get him.

“Listen, Y/N -”

“It’s fine, J,” You sniffled. This time you couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks. You tried blinking them away which only made them fall faster. You hated crying in front of people. Your dad always said it was a sign of weakness and you believed him. You wouldn’t be surprised if JJ laughed in your face right now and called you a loser. “It’s done.”

“What are you talking about?”

JJ’s heart physically broke when he saw your tears. He had never seen you cry. Not even out of joy. He couldn’t believe he was the cause of this. That he had made someone as beautiful and as kind as you actually feel bad about herself. He wished he could take back time and start over. He wished he gave her a chance from the beginning. He wished it wasn’t too late.

You both looked up when you heard the engine of the HMS Pogue. In the distance, you could hear your friends laughing and calling out to you, not yet realizing their plan went to shit. You had to make this quick.

“The last thing I want is to get between you and your friends. You don’t have to worry about me hurting anyone, especially Kie. I’ll back off.” You said, making JJ’s brows furrowed in confusion and his heart raced with worry. “I’m giving you what you want. I’ll stay out of your life.”

JJ couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe he drove you to do the one thing he actually never wanted you to do. “Wait. You’re leaving?”

You looked JJ in the eyes and he wished you didn’t. Because for the first time, he didn’t see the light behind your eyes or the little crinkle in the corner when you smiled. They were dull and lifeless, making him sick to his stomach.

“I didn’t stutter. Did I?” You used his words from the other night and it felt like a stab in the heart to JJ.

JJ was left speechless which almost never happens. He wished he could say something, anything, to make you feel differently, to tell you he was wrong and sorry. But nothing came out. He could barely breathe.

“Hey you crazy kids,” Kie’s voice pierces the air, jokingly and airy. If only she knew that wasn’t how you were feeling.

“Missing a key or something?” John B joked alongside her.

“You should have called us sooner!” Pope added.

When the boat came closer to yours, they finally got a look at the two of you. They were shocked to see you silently crying and looking like all the life had been sucked out of you. JJ looked mad but they couldn’t tell whether he was mad at you or them or himself.

The three of them went sick with anxiety, suddenly wondering if this was a bad idea. Kie tried to get you make eye contact, but you wouldn’t look at her. You couldn’t look at any of them - afraid you might actually break completely if you did.

“Y/N/N...” Kie said softly.

“You guys okay?” John B asked wearily.

JJ helped Pope tie The Pogue to Heyward’s boat and hopped on right after. Pope traded spots with JJ and came up beside you and stood there awkwardly. He didn’t know what to do either.

You looked up at him before he could come up something probably stupid to ask. “Can you drop me off please?”

Pope glanced back at his friends and nodded. “Uh, sure. John B will probably get you there faster though if you -”

“No, it’s okay,” You said. You didn’t think you’d be able to handle being in an enclosed space with JJ for another minute. You just wanted to go home and forget the past two years ever happened. “I’ll stay here.”

Pope shrugged at his friends when you trudged back into the cabin and curled yourself into the corner. You didn’t know what the next few weeks would be like, but you hoped they go better than the last twenty four hours did.

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Written for @clarensjoy‘s Hinny Fic Fest! Prompt #28: “Just... talk to me. Please.” Thanks to Ina for the quick beta :D Summary: When Ginny Weasley is eleven years old, Tom Riddle changes the course of her life. But she’s only eleven, so she doesn’t see it at first. TW: Coded/implied assault. Mild smut (later excerpts). ________________________________________________________ When Ginny Weasley is eleven years old, Tom Riddle changes the course of her life.

But she’s only eleven, so she doesn’t see it at first.

All she knows is that Tom talks to her when she’s lonely, although to say they merely talk would be a staggering understatement. She hears his voice more than anyone else’s. She sees his face when she sleeps. She cries to him, bonds with him, pines with him. She thinks of him so often — regardless of if they’re actually talking — that it doesn’t even occur to her that some of these thoughts might not be her own.

She doesn’t even realize he’s entered her until it’s too late. Until he’s done it. Until he’s made her do things… shameful things. Things she’d been embarrassed to report to her parents. She knows full well she’d only be met with reprimands for making herself vulnerable in the first place.

When she tries to ask her brothers for help, a tiny part of her is happy they don’t. How can she possibly explain this without feeling a hot, aching brand of shame deep in her soul? She’d have to answer some ghastly questions, ones that would make the whole situation even harder to believe. The thought of taking Veritaserum makes her shudder; she’d have to admit — perhaps to a Ministry stranger — that she did enjoy parts of this.

She’d have to watch even more of her agency slip away, right in front of her eyes, as her body betrayed her yet again. The mere thought of the sort of mortifying confession that might slide off her tongue is enough to shut her up… enough to keep her from being even more persistent.

Ginny just lies awake at night and grasps at the straws in her spinning mind until her head pounds from the exertion of trying. She’s desperate to remember something — anything — from the swaths of time that just disappeared. She eventually reaches the conclusion that perhaps she’s forgetting on purpose; perhaps she’s protecting herself.

She just hopes and prays that the memories won’t slam into her sometime in the future with the force of a freight train.

She ultimately decides it’s a blessing, really, that she doesn’t get help. After all, she’s spent eleven years trying to convince everyone that she’s not a baby. It would be the worst kind of setback to ask for help now, just as she’s gained some independence.

When she chucks the diary in the toilet, she’s confident she’s handled it herself. Her mother wouldn’t be thrilled that her only daughter found herself in this situation, but Ginny likes to think she’d be proud of her resourcefulness. Proud of her only daughter, who’s finally taken control.

Still, Ginny keeps her head down, keeps her face impassive, keeps her cloak pulled tightly to hide the deepest blush of regret that crawls up her chest whenever she thinks of Tom.

Then the worst possible thing happens: Harry gets ahold of the diary. The second she sees it with his books, she can almost hear the entire world crumbling beneath her feet.

She only has a single thought: No. She can’t let him. She can’t let Harry, of all people, have open access to the thoughts that have plagued her for months. The thoughts (the lurid, inappropriate thoughts) that she’s had about him.

So she steals up to Harry’s room and snatches it back, her heart pounding in her throat. She’s long past the point of needing the diary itself to hear Tom’s voice, but seizing it again — letting him inside of her again — doesn’t exactly help.

Because right from the off, this time is different. The diary hums against her fingers, throbbing in her palm; Tom hasn’t said a word, but she knows he’s going to punish her. She lets out a strangled choke, her eyes rolling back in her head. He’s going to make her regret her little stunt of chucking him in the toilet, isn’t he? Yes. He’s going to make her rue the stupid, impulsive part of her that thought she’d find a way out.

Her last thought as she loses consciousness is that maybe death will end it. Maybe in death, she’ll truly be free.

Ginny doesn’t die, though — and to her surprise, she can’t even hear Tom when she wakes in the Chamber. All she knows is that Harry’s there. And Ron. And… Lockhart? Seriously?

Shit, maybe it would’ve been better if she died. Then she wouldn’t have to endure the remnants of this mortifying, twisted nightmare. Then maybe she wouldn’t have to sit there and sob as Dumbledore and McGonagall explain this to her parents.

She just lets the tears flow as her father yells, as her mother makes incredulous sounds. With every intonation and raised voice, a single word thumps against her skull: Weak.

Weak. Weak. Weak.

She’s weak.

But at least for now, she’s alone in her own mind. At least for now, it won’t happen again… not like it has. In retrospect, she reckons she should’ve known better to think he’d ever truly left. Because Tom Riddle has already become her past, present, and future. She just doesn’t know it yet. _______________

Tom takes a different form during her second and third years at Hogwarts. He isn’t entering her or forcing her to do things or beguiling her with his charm and feigned interest, but he’s there nonetheless. He’s dancing, taunting her in the edges of her periphery… crawling in when the weather changes and everything grows cold and dark. Whenever she does poorly on an exam — especially in the winter months, the anniversaries of when things went from Vaguely Bad to Horrifically Bad — she swears she can feel his sneering lips pressed to her neck as his high-pitched cackle resonates in her brain.

“You’re a baby,” he jeers, his face split into a predatory grin. “I can’t wait to see how else you fail.”

When Ginny catches a glimpse of the way Harry peers at Cho, Tom only reinforces how she’ll never compare. “Look at her,” he taunts, and Ginny can almost see the leer curling his lips. “She’s poised and beautiful and perfect. She looks like a woman. Why would Harry ever want a girl?”

And he says it so much — and Ginny thinks it so much — that she starts to believe it. He’ll never want her, will he? It’s clear Harry likes girls, women, who don’t need rescuing. Why would he want someone who’s been tainted with darkness?

So Ginny moves on… slowly. She finds strength in other ways. She uses quidditch to regain trust in her own body, the trust she had before Tom made her question her own muscles and movements.

She even dates, as she feels a normal teenager would. Not that she breathes a word about Tom to any of her potential suitors. She knows they couldn’t handle it; most boys couldn’t, not that she blames them. She knows untainted boys would respond like her friends have: by awkwardly clearing their throats through a whispered, “Oh” or a strangled, “I’m so sorry.” Then they’d treat her like she’s made of glass, and it would ruin things.

Because if there’s one thing she won’t tolerate, it’s someone making her feel weak. Weak gets you in trouble; weak ruins your life and makes you undesirable. No matter how much Tom loves to bother her in winter, she’ll never let anyone see the resulting weakness.

_______________

Ginny considers herself fortunate, really, that Tom doesn’t outwardly come up when she ends things with Dean. It’s an accomplishment that she escapes from that relationship relatively unscathed. Her darkness didn’t accidentally show itself or lay there, sprawling and naked, for him to pick apart.

It’s different with Harry, of course. She knows it will be from the second he kisses her in the common room. He’s the first one who doesn’t need to see her in a mask of normalcy and constant contentment. He’s the first one who understands that she’s not asking for an apology or reassurance when she accidentally drops a sad piece of her backstory into a casual conversation.

On the few occasions when she does say things like that (because, again, she doesn’t have to watch her words with him) Harry just holds her closer, her ear pressed to his beating heart, as he runs his calloused fingers through her hair.

And Ginny thinks, for once in her life, that perhaps there’s an unspoken value in sharing that sort of darkness.

_______________

She tells Harry the full details of Tom pretty soon after they start shagging. She knows the war’s over; she knows they’ve kind of won. She also knows a well-adjusted person would have left this bit behind… but she reckons neither of them will ever be well-adjusted, really. They’re the sort of couple who cries when they hear I love you but remains stone-faced at funerals of their friends. For Harry especially, she knows that love presents as something that makes him feel uncomfortably warm, almost smothered. It can be a prickly, painful, cloying sensation… one he doesn’t always know how to respond to. With everyone else, he’s afraid of saying the wrong thing. Of seeming either too flippant or too mindful.

But as their bodies connect, as they rock together in the dying sunlight, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulses inside her, he doesn’t have to pretend, either.

Harry’s angry when she tells him… but not with her. He’s angry Tom ever made her feel that way. He’s especially angry with the worst of what Tom said: that on the off-chance Harry did want her, he’d only want her for sex.

Harry brings it up several months after her initial admission.

“You know what I think about a lot?” he slurs, his finger tracing the curve of her breast as she lies naked beside him.

She quirks a brow; no, but it doesn’t seem like a rhetorical question.

Harry sighs, flopping over to his back. “I mean, I know it’s horrible and everything,” he allows, raising his hand in warning, “but seriously, I can’t help but be confused that Tom thought I’d be good enough at sex to use anyone for anything in the first place!”

There’s a moment of silence.

And then Ginny cackles, shaking her head against the threadbare pillow in her bedroom. Harry joins her, pressing her against his side.

“I’m glad we’re both fucked up,” she says, when the giggles subside. “I reckon normal people are boring.”

“Probably,” Harry agrees, his hand unconsciously toying with her hair. “Guess normal isn’t really my type, though.”

“Oh, so you prefer funny and traumatized?”

Harry smirks. “I prefer you.”

_______________

Tom doesn’t come back in full force until she falls pregnant the first time.

Maybe it’s because they hadn’t planned on this— and regardless of how misty-eyed and excited Harry is, they definitely hadn’t planned on it.

Maybe it’s because she’s certain it’s a boy, which carries certain burdens as the son of the Chosen One.

Maybe it’s because she’s feeling a similar loss of control, like her body isn’t her own.

But mostly, she reckons, it’s because she’s plagued with the near-constant thought that she’s doing something wrong.

She had a glass of wine before she found out (strike one, Bad Mum). She trips on her trainers and lands on her bum (very, very Bad Mum). She starts spotting at 12 weeks after she goes for the only jog of her entire pregnancy (horrifically Bad Mum; utterly unfit to raise a child).

And all of this spins around in her head, faster and faster and faster, until she sees Tom’s face again one night. “You’re fat now,” he mocks, his voice a cruel whisper that slithers into the space between slumber and consciousness. “The nerve of you, thinking you’d do something so selfish as staying in shape at a time like this. I can’t wait to see Harry’s face when you tell him you’ve lost the ba—“

She bolts upright in bed, her heart pounding, and throws the blankets off to peer between her thighs. A ragged chuckle of relief escapes her lips. Nothing. There’s nothing, the baby’s fine, and—

“Ginny?”

Shit.

She bites her lip and turns to Harry. He’s peering at her, his expression exhausted but alert. She hates that look, she really does; it reminds her too much of when he’d woken from his own dreams, right after the war.

“A nightmare,” she whispers, brushing his hair from his eyes. “Only a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”

Harry sighs and grips her hand. He knows better. “Just... talk to me. Please. You don’t even have—“

“—It’s Tom,” she cut across, biting her lip. She feels guilty enough for waking Harry when he’s got work tomorrow; she’d better make it quick. “It’s just… stupid pregnancy shit, taking the form of Tom. Or maybe it just is Tom, somehow. I don’t really know.”

She throws her hands in the air before settling back against the headboard. And then, in a small voice: “He just… he’s so great at making me feel stupid.”

There’s a beat.

Harry reaches up to cup her cheek; she leans into the warmth, unsure if she’s finding more comfort in the familiarity or the gesture itself.

“Well,” he says slowly; she can tell from his tone that he’s biting his lip, even if she can’t see it in the darkness. “You’re not stupid. But it’s also not stupid that he still makes you feel like that sometimes. Does that… make any sense?”

Her lips twitch in a soft smile. “It does. It makes sense. I just... I hate feeling weak.”

Harry chuckles and pulls her against him. She sighs into the crook of his neck, her eyelashes fluttering against his skin.

“I could use a lot of words to describe you, darling.” His fingers dance on the gentle swell of her belly; he always sounds so pleased when he touches her, especially here, like he can’t help but feel chuffed that he’s actually knocked her up. “But I’m afraid that weak doesn’t make the cut.”

Ginny giggles. “I’ll just have to settle for mad, I reckon,” she manages through a yawn. What is it about his bloody heartbeat that always settles her?

“Mad it is,” he agrees, kissing her forehead.

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“It’s him again, isn’t it.”

It’s not a question. But if it were, the answer would be obvious.

Ginny’s staring out the window, her whole body poised and anxious. Every fiber of her being is taut. If she had a bit more self-awareness, she might compare herself to a hunting dog who’s just sensed a pheasant.

But self-awareness is the furthest thing from her mind. Not when she’s worried about her babies. And she’s worried about all of her babies, yes — but there’s something especially triggering about the involvement of her little girl. Her only girl. Her girl, who’s exactly the same age as she was, right when—

“He’s here!”

Ginny scarcely hears the words leave her lips as Pig flies through the air and into their open window. Safe. She hasn’t even read the letter yet, but she can tell from Lily’s messy scrawl across the parchment, from the agreed upon symbol of a tiny dragon, printed in the corner, that she’s safe.

Ginny has to draw a deep breath to stop herself from bawling with relief.

“Told you she’d be fine,” Harry murmurs, wrapping an arm around her waist. He rests his chin on the crown of her head as Ginny rips the letter open, nonetheless desperate for the proof she knows she’ll flnd. Desperate for confirmation that her baby’s made it to school all right. Desperate to know another little girl — her little girl — won’t find herself violated and alone.

Ginny reads the letter through a veil of tears and presses it to her chest when she’s done. Safe. Her baby’s safe.

A few minutes later, she turns to Harry with an apologetic shrug, brushing the tears from her eyes. “Ready for dinner?” she asks, gesturing towards the door. “Or did you want to stay inside all day and mope about having an empty house for the first time in ages?”

Harry rolls his eyes, but a smile plays at his lips. He mutters something under his breath that distinctly sounds like not sure which of us was doing the moping, darling.

But Ginny’s happy to ignore that as she links her arm in his. She’s pleased to go to dinner and drink too much and laugh too loudly. It’s just another reminder of what she has… and how she almost didn’t have it, at all.

Because while Tom Riddle might be her past, present, and future, Ginny will do everything in her power to ensure he never defines another little girl’s life like that.

Ever again.

#HinnyFicFest2021 #harry/ginny fanfic #harry/ginny #invisible stranger #tom riddle

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Make Me Feel Better - Chapter 1

think of this as a sequel to bubble bath! don’t worry, there will be some flashbacks here and there! I’ve no idea how long I’ll make this so bear with me! hope y’all enjoy this! ao3 link!

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“Y/N, let’s go play!” Elise giggled as she ran into your room.

You were half asleep. “What?” You asked, your voice all groggy.

“Get dressed. We need you to come play with us.” Elise replied before exiting the room, giving you no time to argue.

You sighed as you pushed the covers and got up. It was one of those rare times where you slept in your room instead of Alcina’s. She’d been up late and you’d come to your room to get something but ended up curling up on the bed and falling asleep in a matter of seconds. You knew Alcina had come into the room at some point to find you asleep, but left you in your bed so she didn’t wake you because the smell of her perfume was still wafting through the air. You made your way downstairs to find Daniela, Elise, and Victoria standing by the door waiting for you.

“Listen, human, you’re in charge of the games we play so they better be fun.” Daniela said before she walked out the door.

Elise smiled at you. “Dani’s just grumpy we made her get up so early. Vic’ll help you out with games.” Elise said before she disappeared.

“And then there were two.” You said with a small laugh.

“Come on, Y/N, we’ll have fun and Dani will start to warm up to you.” Victoria hooked her arm with yours and the two of you went to go find Daniela and Elise. The four of you ended up mostly playing tag because it was all Daniela wanted to do.

“Hey, Daniela, can we play something else now?” You asked. You were getting tired of being chased around.

Daniela frowned. “I don’t want to play anything else besides tag.” Daniela replied.

Victoria rolled her eyes. “Dani, we can play more tag later. You told Y/N that they were in charge of games so let them pick the next one.” Victoria said.

Daniela shook her head. “Why are you taking the human’s side? You’re my sister, you’re supposed to agree with me!” Daniela replied, her voice was a little loud.

“Victoria’s right, we can play more tag later. How about we play some soccer? That’s fun and you still get to run around too.” You said as you walked over to her. “I know I’m not your favourite here, but I’m trying to make it work with you.” You said.

“Whatever, human. No matter how hard you try, it’s not going to work. Mother may have fallen for your charm, but I’m not going to so leave me the fuck alone. Do you understand? Stop trying to be my fucking friend. I don’t want you here. I want you dead. Why don’t you fucking understand that? Are you not smart enough to see all of the signs? All of the times I’ve tried to make you fuck up so Mother would turn her nose up to you and let me break you like the fragile little toy that you are?” Daniela practically screamed at you. You slowly began to back away from her, but for every step backwards Daniela took one step forward. “I’ve tried to tolerate you and all of your modern day bullshit, but I am fucking sick and tired of it. Vic and El may be impressed and fascinated by whatever the fuck wifi is but I don’t give two shits. And just for the record, it’s called football not soccer. But then again, you’re not smart enough to understand that are you? You’re so pathetic. Maybe I should just kill you right now. Mother’s not here and my sisters won’t do a damn thing about it.” Daniela threatened. You were honestly scared for your life, tears were forming in your eyes at her words.

“Daniela!” A voice boomed across the field that the four of you were in. You turned to see Alcina standing a few hundred feet away. Knowing her and her super hearing, she probably heard most of what Daniela said. Alcina started walking towards where you all were standing, it didn’t take her long to get there. “If I ever hear you disrespecting Y/N like that again, not only will you lose your tongue but I will ground you for a century. Do you understand that?” Alcina asked.

Daniela rolled her eyes at her Mother. “Like I give two fucks, Mother. Can’t you see what that disgusting human is doing to you? To your daughters? It’s like they have you under some kind of spell that you can’t break free of.” Daniela said before she looked at you. “You will not get away this. Watch your back, you piece of shit.” Daniela said before turning into a swarm of insects and heading towards the castle.

You looked between Alcina and her two other daughters before you started running towards the garden, tears falling down your face.

“I’ll take care of it. Go find your sister, girls. Take her to Mother Miranda for right now, I’ve no time for her and her foolishness.” Alcina said to her daughters before heading after you. “Y/N, dear, where’d you go?” Alcina called out as she stopped in front of the gardens. It was quite huge and she really didn’t want to come look for you.

You could hear Alcina’s voice from where you were in the gardens. A part of you wanted her to come to you and comfort you, but there was another part of you that just wanted to be alone. Ultimately, you decided that it would probably be best to let Alcina comfort you after the harsh words her daughter spewed at you.

“Alci, why does Daniela hate me so much?” You asked as you walked into her open arms. Your tears had dried up, but you could feel more forming as you thought about what Daniela said. “She said that I was a fragile little toy and that she was waiting for you to let her break me.” You said, your voice was almost a whisper but Alcina heard you.

Alcina picked you up and held you to her closely. “I won’t let her hurt you, Y/N.” Alcina replied. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, I promise.” You nodded against her shoulder, her words of some comfort to you. You pressed a small kiss to Alcina’s shoulder as she carried you into the castle and made her way to her chamber’s.

Once in there she laid you down on the bed. You whimpered softly. “Alci,” You started, not wanting her to leave you, but she cut you off.

“Shh, cel mic.” Alcina said. “Everything will be fine, I promise.” Alcina always kept her promises. That brought you a semblance of peace. It was comforting to know that she would always be there to protect you and would do anything she could to make you feel better.

Alcina walked into her closet to get something and brought out a box, it wasn't small. "This is for later." She said with a small shake of the box causing it to rattle a bit.

You nodded your head and lifted your arms up mentioning for her to come over to you, she did so. "Cuddle?" You asked. Alcina let out a small laugh but laid down next to you in the bed regardless. You laid your head on her left arm and she wrapped the other one around you, squishing you against her boobs. "Nice and squishy." You murmured into her breast causing her to chuckle.

Alcina pressed a small kiss to your forehead. "Do you want to tell me what happened, Iubirea mea?" Alcina asked. You shook your head. "I'm sorry about Daniela." She whispered.

"It's not your fault, Alci. I... I pushed her too much, I think. Ever since I got here, I've just been trying so hard to get her to like me. Victoria and Elise love me, I can't tell you why, but Daniela just hates me. And I can feel it every time we're in the same room together." You said. You moved your head a bit to look up at Alcina. "She only ever calls me human, Al. And a piece of shit. And pathetic." You laughed dryly at the words as you looked back down and started playing with your hands. "Maybe..." You trailed off, you didn't want to finish the sentence.

Alcina raised her eyebrow. "Maybe what, Y/N?" Alcina asked.

"Maybe I should go. I've obviously made Daniela's life and living hell and I didn't even think that that would be possible to do considering the fact that she's a va-" You cut yourself. You heard Alcina sigh, but she remained quiet. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." You said. "I'll, um, I'll be right back. Okay, Alci?" You got up from your comfy spot on the bed and made your way over to the door.

Alcina frowned and sat up. "Where are you going, my dear?" Alcina asked. You looked back at her and just shook your head before leaving the room. You waited outside the door for a few seconds to see if she'd follow but you didn't hear any movements throughout the room so you made your way downstairs to grab your jacket.

"Natalie!" You called out and a servant appeared right away.

"Yes, Y/N?" Natalie replied.

You hugged her. "If Alcina asks where I am tell her I'm in the gardens. I won't be there, but tell her that I've said not to harm you under any circumstances for lying to her on my behalf. Alcina can get angry very quickly and very violent, but she listens to me, sometimes. I'm sorry to put you in this position, but I need you to do that for me, okay?" Natalie nodded her head. "Thank you." You said before letting her go and heading out the front door of the castle.

It was Autumn so it was slightly chilly in Romania. You knew that Alcina would go looking around the castle for you after a while until she ran into Natalie. You trusted the servant more than anyone else that worked there. She'd gotten not too long after you and the two of you hit it off quite well. Natalie wasn't just any servant, she was the Head of Staff. She was appointed the position five months into being there when you and the Mistress of the castle got together, the position having formerly been yours. The thought of just up and leaving Castle Dimitresu and Alcina made you sad, but you kept walking further and further away from them.

You made it into the village before nightfall. You were able to find a room at the local inn in the village. The room wasn't as nice as Alcina's or even your room at the castle, but it would do for tonight. You sat on the bed and pushed yourself upward until your back hit the headboard and brought your knees to your chest. You turned the light off and just stared between the window and the door. A part of you was hoping that Alcina had been outside looking for you, but you knew that she wouldn't enter the village at night, not even for you.

You were still in the same spot when the first crack of dawn started seeping into the room through the window. You hadn't slept a wink, scared that you'd wake back up in the castle dungeons. You knew that that's where Alcina would take you if she got you back, she'd leave you there for a few nights, keeping you in the darkest cell of the dungeon, away from all the creatures that may lurk around in there. She always made sure that they didn't mess with you, occasionally having either Victoria or Elise come down there to check on you. They would sneak food down there for you and wait until you finished it before leaving, it allowed them to make sure none of the creatures got any ideas on how to enter the tightly locked cell.

You slid off the bed and made your way outside. There were a few villagers out there, most of them heading to work wherever they could find it. They didn't take one glance at you, too busy with their own schedules to pay you any attention. You walked with your head down and at a slightly fast pace until you ran into something, into someone. Your heart rate quickened and you closed your eyes. There was no way Alcina had gotten to you so quickly.

"Y/N, is that you?" The person asked. You looked up in surprise.

You blinked a few times. "Heisenberg?" You replied. He nodded his head and you wrapped your arms around him before quickly pulling away. "Did Alcina send you? Is she here?" You asked, glancing around the village to locate the 9-foot tall vampire.

Heisenberg raised his eyebrow. "Why would my si- Y/N, is everything okay between you two?" Heisenberg asked. You opened your mouth to speak but the only thing you could do was break down crying. Heisenberg immediately threw his arms around in a hug. "Hey now, let it all out. Why don't we go to our special place. Would you like that?" You nodded against his chest. Heisenberg turned around and you got on his back. He knew that you were exhausted and would barely be able to walk to the place he was talking about. Just like the first time you'd met him and was on his back, his heartbeat had lulled you to sleep.

#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #heisenberg #lady dimitrescu's daughters #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village

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Claiming Ones Own

This chapter was a pain to write. It's not perfect but will do as brain seems to want to focus on the next chapter hay ho! Enjoy. Cross posted on AO3.

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Chapter 4 - Bedtime Disasters

By the time the trio had finished their meal it was late/early, depending on your viewpoint, but one thing was certain was that it was past Marie’s bedtime. This may have been a good point to try and get her to sleep, but given that a) they are bats, sleep is for the weak as Tim would state and b) Marie had been fed probably not the wisest proportion of chocolate in the last few hours, sleep was not really on the cards any time soon.

Cass and Jason worked in tandem clearing the table and storing what remained of the takeaway in the fridge. Jason had managed to demolish a significant amount unsurprisingly, so there wasn’t much to box up. Marie stood fascinated, watching the adults dance around each other with practiced ease, taking in all the subtle communication they gave to each other.

As Cass started to wash up the dishes, Jason sighed and set off towards the bathroom. Despite his grumbling’s Jason knew it was his safest course of action. The Alfred threat looming over him was not worth the energy fighting over and simpler to just do the task. Alfred, for all his neutrality, was wrapped around Cass’s little finger (much like Bruce), and now Cass was providing him with a great grandchild would give her more protection of Alfreds disappointment. He doubted it would be long till Pixie learnt that skill from Cass either. Pixie had a charm about her and was already working her magic on him and Cass.

Seeing Jason leave, Marie bouncing with unspent energy, quietly followed to see what he was up to. Washing dishes seemed boring to her, and she had already seen the kitchen. She knew where the chocolate was stored which was the key important factor. Silently she shadowed Jason, that was until he went towards the remains of the battle zone.

“No trick here Pixie, I’m just cleaning up the mess. I’m not gonna get you wet, promise. You can watch if ya like or have a look around the apartment. No escaping or running, we’ve just got ya and don’t want to have to save you again from some more bastards!”

The little huff of air as her response got Jason to chuckle. “We care about you Pixie. Cass claiming ya means your family now. Like it or not you’re stuck with us. Cass won’t give you up easily” Jason replied before starting work on tidying the bathroom.

Marie flitted around the apartment observing them both, wondering off briefly exploring before returning to see where they were. Over the meal they gained a small amount of trust, it was clear to see they meant her no harm so was letting some of her walls down for the moment appeared to be ok. She didn’t completely trust them but she didn’t not trust them.

During her apartment adventures Maria found a thing with buttons on. Inquisitively she pressed some of the buttons. She squeaked in surprise as the TV turned on. Cass heard the noise escaping her daughter and ran into the room in a panic. Heart pounding. Was her daughter ok? Has she hurt herself? Has someone however unlikely broken in?!!!

Relief flooded through Cass as she arrived on the scene, Marie hypnotised by the tv showing some baking show. Easing into a smile, Cass went and grabbed a couple of blankets and draped one round her shoulders and one around Maries. Gently guiding Marie to her lap on the sofa they both snuggled on the sofa to watch the baking show while Jason finished off.

When Jason finished, he found the pair fast asleep wrapped up tight in blankets with the TV and lights still on. As he turned the TV and lights off, two drowsy heads glared at him as he backed away before settling down to sleep. ‘Pixie is such a mini Cass in the making’ flashed through his head.

Jason woke to loud banging on his door, groggily he sat up and with a sleep ladened voice groaned, “What do you want Cass”. The woman barged into his room, “Missing” ‘Marie is missing!!! We slept on the sofa, when I woke, she was gone!’ “Help Jay!!”. Slowly shaking he sleep out of his body, Jason finally registered what Cass was saying and appearance. Cass was unnervingly jittery and had glimmers of fear and worry marking her face. To catch Cass’s mask cracking freaked Jason out.

“Fuck” Jason jumped out of bed. His head finally catching up with the conversation. Cass was scared. Pixie had disappeared between the time he’d gone to bed and Cass waking up. Street kids were tricky, they knew how to escape and avoid trouble. Giving what they saw of her on the streets, she had the potential to slip out the apartment without triggering the alarms. They were set up for those slipping in, not out. He thought that they had reassured her enough to stay the night and well hopefully trust them.

“Shit! Fuck! Where have you looked Cass? Are you sure she’s left the apartment?” grabbing some joggers to slip on, Jason walked over to the semi frantic Cass.

‘Looked in living room and bedroom. I couldn’t see her. Doors and windows locked still don’t think she left but I’ Cass looked up at Jason, her anxiety was showing ‘I panicked. Need help to find her’

Systematically the pair hunted the apartment. Looking in all the unusual places a child could hide. Pixie was appearing to be an expert at disappearing.

Throwing caution to the wind Jason looked in the blanket cupboard. Almost missing it, Jason could see a glimpse of hair poking out. Jason could only smile. His niece was hidden, you could barely see her, under the pile of blankets and right at the back so only if you were seriously looking for her. Leaving the girl who seemed content to rest Jason strode off to find Cass.

“Hey Cass, you can chill now. I found your gremlin. She is in the blanket cupboard all nested and asleep still.”

The visible effect of those words surprised Jason as tension and anxiety left his sister’s body. ‘Thank you Jay’. His niece had really wormed her way into Cass’s heart, and his heart too.

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Being a mother was surprisingly more complex than Cass had thought as she reviewed her first almost week.

Meal times had been an interesting challenge to overcome with Marie demanding chocolate ALL the time. That was until Cass thought of chocolate milk. This seemed to appease her quirky child, so though at times convincing her to try new things was harder than it should be, Marie was more co-operative. At least now meals were not food covered in chocolate spread or succumbing to chocolate bar demands.

Taking Marie shopping had also been an experience she, and Jay, would rather forget. Marie disappearing for 30 minutes had caused an awful lot of fraught feelings for Cass and Jason as they hunted manically for her. When Marie reappeared she seemed quite content with a collection of jewellery and nonplussed about the chaos and anxiety she’d left behind her. Her pickpocketing habits would need to be addressed as she kept the ring she obtained but she gifted the rest to Jason and Cass. The gift given would have been sweet if it a) wasn’t stolen and b) she didn’t think that she needed to buy love/care. Shopping also unraveled that the girl was particularly picky about clothes and distrustful of strangers. All in all, it resulted in a lot of stress for the Wayne adoptees. Shopping trips were now off the table for a while if Marie was involved.

Though these were issues and problems, Cass felt she had managed to overcome them or at least manage to for the most part. Ok, that was a lie but she had plans semi in place.

Her current headache at this moment in time was sleep! Well more the waking. She wasn’t sure how she would survive a month of parenthood at this rate. Every, and she really did mean every, morning Marie was missing only to be found in another location. It was causing her more distress that she’d like to admit.

She had hoped that the first blanket nest situation the first night was a one off. Turns out that was a no. Jason was finding it all too amusing as well!

After night 1, night 2 was spent coaching Marie to sleep in her bed. Buying a new bed hadn’t crossed their minds after the shopping fiasco, and Jason wasn’t currently willing to relinquish the spare room. Something about his guns and personal space. Getting her into a soft bed still required too much chocolate bribery. Waking up to Marie missing. Again. Freaked Cass out. Eventually she was sound curled up in a suitcase on top of the wardrobe.

Night 3 Cass slept in the bed with Marie, hoping that it would convince her to stay in the bed all night. That failed when she was found asleep under the bed. At least that time it was semi easy to find the girl.

Night 4 Cass burrito’d and swaddled the girl up in blankets. Restricting her movements may help her settle and remain in bed. That failed too. Marie was found sleeping in Cass’s wardrobe this time. Slightly easier to find again.

By night 5 Cass was close to pulling her hair out. The morning drama’s were getting to her and Jason finally conceded the spare bedroom to her daughter. The amusement was still there but not as strong. That was a sort of win, Marie gaining her own space and hopefully learning to trust them more.

That was a complete disaster as Marie disappeared again this time. The girl was eventually found wrapped in a blanket nest in the kitchen cupboard amazingly hidden behind the food. An impressive way to hide. Chocolate wrappers were also found.

‘Jay! Help. I don’t understand. Why won’t she stay in bed? What am I doing wrong?’

“You’re doing great Cass! Chill a bit. Pixie is eating more than chocolate and we are finding her quicker each day. She’ll run out of new hiding places soon which will mean we will find out her favourite space to sleep”

‘Nooo Jaaay! Help! Please she needs to learn to sleep in bed. I can’t introduce her to Alfred otherwise. He’d want to meet her. Which brings the rest of them. And I don’t want to loose her! The others would be too much!! Please! Please! Pleeeease Jay!!! For Alfred if not meee!"

Jason could do without the morning stress too and Cass did raise a good point about Alfred and the rest of the bats. Sighing, Jason pondered over what Pixie was doing and recalled his time adjusting to the manor.

“Cass, she likes small safe, hidden spaces. Open spaces leave her vulnerable and open to attack. I think she knows that we won’t do that, but it's a hard habit to break. Plus she is a stubborn girl, a true bat I guess. I know I didn’t like the big rooms at the manor to begin with. Perhaps we can create a safe nest in her room to see if she’ll stay. A small safe space. The room is too big currently for her to be used to it.”

Smiling Cass nodded. The logic sort of followed.

That evening Cass and Jason worked together to make a blanket fort nest in the corner of the room. Marie watching with curious eyes. Playing with the ring she’d taken to wearing on a chain. When Cass started to take the bedding off the bed into the blanket fort, Maries eyes’ turned to saucers as she worked out what was happening. Tugging on Cass’s arm ‘Marie help?’ caused Cass to smile in pride and nod. Marie was starting to sign more delighting Cass and semi trusting them.

The next morning Cass woke to find Marie still dozing in her blanket fort and smiled! This obstacle was conquered.

Note: thank you to PickledPlumFan on AO3 for the chocolate milk idea/concept.

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