#using the library to check out books I’m curious about that I’m not sure if I’ll live or not

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Burn Out

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you try to juggle hunting with school, but one day you just can’t do it anymore.

“Hey kid, we need you in the war room.”

The knock on your door followed by Sam’s voice had your head shooting up from its position on your notebook.

“What?” You mumbled under your breath, before you got your bearings. “Oh no…”

You looked down at the notebook in front of you—under the drool, there was a half-finished history report. It was due tomorrow, and you hadn’t been able to get started on it until an hour ago, because you and your brothers had been on a hunt. How could you have fallen asleep on it? You had to get this done!

“Y/N?” Sam knocked again. “Can you hear me?”

“I—yeah!” You closed your notebook—hunting was more important; people’s lives were more important. You could finish the report later. “I’m coming.”

…

“I think we should call it a night,” Dean said. You stole a glance at your watch as you put down the lore book that you weren’t even halfway through—it was almost 2 a.m.

“Good idea,” Sam agreed, slamming his own book shut and heading for his room.

“Go and get some sleep,” Dean told you, reaching over your shoulder and closing your book for you. “We can finish this tomorrow.”

You weren’t sure how that was possible, since tomorrow was a school day, but you didn’t argue with Dean. You stumbled back to your bedroom, heading not for your bed, but for your report.

…

You never did make it to your bed. You were pretty sure that you dozed a few times—or at least blinked really long—but you still ended up finishing your report in time.

As soon as it was done, you got yourself ready for school, taking a quick shower and hoping it was enough to make you look refreshed.

Your next stop was the kitchen; you were hoping you had enough time for some breakfast before Dean took you to school. Only, Dean wasn’t in the kitchen like he normally was. Curious, you checked the library, the war room, the shooting gallery, and finally the garage—not only were Sam and Dean not there, but neither was the Impala.

There were only a few options; a last-second hunt (except they would’ve told you they were going), the local library for more books (which hadn’t been necessary lately with all of the books in the bunker library), the grocery store (except the kitchen was fairly well stocked), or a diner for an excuse to get out of the bunker. You figured the last option was most likely—none of the others made sense, and the guys had to be stir-crazy after all the research. They must have wanted to let you sleep in, which meant they must also have forgotten you had school.

“It’s ok,” you mumbled to yourself. “I can still make it.” You’d have to skip breakfast, but if you ran you might still make it to class on time even without the Impala.

It was going to be a long day.

…

You didn’t make it in time, but you were fast enough to just get a tardy instead of an absence.

“Glad you could join us,” the teacher greeted as he gestured towards a seat—in the front.

You didn’t respond as you collapsed into the seat, reaching into your backpack to pull out your report when your phone buzzed.

Dean: Where r u?

So he had forgotten about school. He was probably too sleep-deprived to remember what day it was; you could relate to that. You were just typing out a response when you noticed a shadow over your desk.

“I’ll take your report,” your teacher stated, holding his hand out. “And your phone.”

“But I was just—“

“Your phone, please.”

You handed your phone and your report over without another word, hoping Dean would remember where you were on his own—the last thing you wanted was to freak him out.

“Now, if we’re done with distractions, we need to get started.”

…

You tried to get your phone back at the end of class, but your teacher assured you that—

“You’ll get it at the end of the day. Just stop by the office before you go home.”

—which was bad enough, but when he followed it up with—

“Oh, and I think you should take this back.” He held out your report.

“Wha—why?” You asked, your heart sinking.

“It was supposed to be three pages, not two. If you get it back to me tomorrow with three pages, I won’t have to dock as many points. I think it’s your best option.”

“Um—ok.” You took the report, hoping that you’d actually get the chance to get that third page by tomorrow.

“Just a page more,” your teacher said. “Maybe expound a little more on the individual paragraphs and you’ll be good. And try not to stay up too late doing it,” he added. “I’m guessing things have been pretty busy with you lately—you never used to forget stuff like this. Are you—“

“I’m fine,” you assured him. “I just…I have to get to class.”

You turned on your heel, and your teacher didn’t try to stop you. You knew he was just concerned about you, but in your life you couldn’t afford to have people be curious about you. It never turned out well.

And you just couldn’t take anything else going wrong.

…

You’d forgotten to bring your lunch or any money to buy some from the cafeteria, so you hid out in the bathroom for most of your lunch hour. You got told off by three separate teachers for dozing in class, and there was a pop quiz in the last period over reading that you hadn’t had time to do.

When the final bell rang, you couldn’t get out of your seat fast enough. You made a beeline for the office, hoping that your phone hadn’t been blown up with messages—hoping that Dean wasn’t freaking out.

You didn’t get a chance to find out; you’d forgotten to charge your phone last night, so by the time you picked it up from the secretary, it was dead.

“It’s fine it’s fine it’s fine,” you muttered to yourself over and over on the walk home. You would get home, your brothers would be fine, you’d take a little nap…

You opened the door to the bunker, but you didn’t make it halfway down the stairs before.

“Sam! She’s here!”

Dean caught you at the bottom of the stairs, his hands going to your shoulders, which he gripped tightly.

“What is wrong with you?! Where were you? Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

“Dean, I—“

Dean wasn’t listening.

“You can’t just disappear like that! Sam and I have been going insane! Of all the stupid, irresponsible things to do—“ Dean cut himself off, waving an angry hand in front of his face as if waving off the rant. He didn’t even notice the way your face was scrunching up, or the tears that were beginning to track down your cheeks. “You know what, forget about that. Forget about how you scared the crap out of us, and people are dying out there because we had to stop researching the hunt to look for you. Forget about how you made us think you coulda been dead. Where. Were. You?!” Dean’s grip was back on your shoulders, and he was shaking you. His face was tight with rage, his form towering over your own.

“I-I—“ your voice squeaked and broke, but Dean was still stiff with rage and waiting for your answer, so you tried again. Your voice was as tiny as you felt right now as you finally managed to choke out. “I was at school.” You didn’t notice the way Dean’s face changed—the anger melting from it as realization hit him like a train—because your eyes were too full of tears. “They—I—“ you wanted to tell him they took your phone, you wanted to tell him that you tried to find him before you left, you wanted to tell him you were doing your best…but you couldn’t. You couldn’t find it in you to give any excuses that could make him yell at you like that again. “I’m sorry, I…I’ll go help Sam with research.”

You ran past Dean, heading for the library.

“Dang it,” Dean mumbled under his breath, smacking the wall with his fist as he huffed. “So stupid, I’m so stupid!” He took a long moment to breathe, not wanting to look angry when he saw you again.

He had enough of a mess to fix already.

…

No one was in the library when you got there, so you went right to pulling books off the shelves.

After the first few books, you spotted one on a higher shelf. You were just reaching for it when you heard—

“Y/N!”

You turned around to see Sam heading right for you. You were already stumbling out an apology before he even reached you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—I thought you—“ you were blubbering, having not stopped crying since your encounter with Dean. Sam noticed immediately and his approach slowed as his hands rose innocently.

“Whoa, hey, it’s ok, you’re ok.” Sam continued to step forwards, but that just made you feel cornered against the bookshelf, and you started to panic as you couldn’t make yourself stop crying.

“I’m sorry Sammy, I was at school, I’m gonna help you now, I’m sorry I’m sorry—“

You didn’t notice the books slipping from your hands until they clattered to the floor. Your hands were starting to shake, and your knees were shaking so hard that you had to slowly lower yourself in a crouching position on the floor before you fell. You tucked your head into your knees, finally letting out all the stress of the past weeks as you sobbed.

“Hey hey hey…” Sam knelt down next to you and grabbed onto your shoulders. “It’s ok, just take some deep breaths. You’re ok.”

You could hardly breathe between sobs, but you tried your best to listen to your big brother’s instructions.

“Kid?” Your head lifted just a little when you heard Dean’s voice. He joined Sam next to you. “Slow down, sweetheart. Breathe.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you whimpered, taking deep breaths between words. “They took my phone and I didn’t know what—“

“It’s ok, don’t explain,” Dean insisted. “Just keep taking deep breaths for me, ok?”

“Ok.” You sniffled, grabbing on to Dean’s offered hand and breathing slowly until your sobs subsided.

“Good, good.” Dean sat back on his heels, running a hand over his face. “I should’ve slowed it down, I should’ve known we were burning you out.”

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled. “I thought maybe you would figure it out—I can help you now—“

“No, no” Sam interrupted. “This isn’t your fault, don’t apologize. And the research can wait—I think you should get some sleep.”

“And food,” Dean added. “Did you eat today?”

You rubbed your sleeve over your face, trying to stop your tears.

“You don’t have to baby me,” you said finally. “I-I can still help you guys.”

“Not today,” Sam countered. “And maybe not for a little while. We’ve been burning you out too much.”

“Look,” Dean added before you could argue. “Sometimes we can forget that you’re still just a kid, and you still have kid stuff to worry about—like school. That’s on us, not you. This isn’t your fault; we need to do better. And that starts with making sure you take care of yourself. So go get some food, and get some sleep. Everything else can wait, ok?”

You hesitated. “Ok.” You let your brothers help you to your feet, and then you couldn’t help yourself—you pulled Dean in for a hug, burying your head in his jacket. You felt his body shake a little as he chuckled.

“You’re ok kid,” he said, rubbing your back. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

“It’s ok,” you said, your voice muffled against his shirt.

“Ok.” Dean was smiling as you pulled away. “Now get going.”

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[selarina]

Synopsis: You're mad at Gojo, and he spirals.

Warnings: Mention of a fire

Getou doesn’t feel like hanging out today, but he shows up anyway — it’s routine after all, and he doesn’t want to deal with a whiny Gojo Satoru, especially since he doesn’t have you to split the burden with today.

Summoning a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Getou walks into the threshold of Satoru's house.

He looks around the house and nothing. No one.

But something felt out of place. Satoru always seems to sense when Getou walks in, and he would be out the door just as quickly as he walked in, he’d be out at this new restaurant, or this new arcade Gojo wanted to check out. But today, he's met with silence.

"Satoru?" Getou called out, his voice echoing through the cavernous house, only to be greeted by the eerie emptiness.

A tinge of panic brushes its touch against Getou's hand. "Satoru, where are you?" he called out once more.

Some rumbling and soft sounds of several thuds emanate from above him. Without hesitation, Getou ascends the stairs, driven by an insidious sense of unease.

Upon entering the library upstairs, he was met with an odd sight.

An assortment of books lay scattered across the floor, each laying at different stages of unraveling — while most of them are closed, some of them lay open — some open on the last page, some halfway through, and some open to the first page. 

Then, amidst this chaos on the floor, Getou spots the white blur of hair through his peripheral vision. He turns, finding Satoru, who seems to be very intently jotting down something in a black notebook, seemingly oblivious to his presence in the room.

“Satoru, I called for you?”

Satoru looks up, caught off guard — something must be truly wrong.

“Suguru! Today’s no good. I’m busy,” he replied, his eyes immediately flitting back down to his notebook.

Getou thinks he should thread this lightly, he’s all too familiar with the boy’s ability to brush things off entirely too quickly. His eyes roved the scene — going over the balls of discarded papers, the books, and the plate of lunch that seemed to be untouched.

"Uh," Getou began, inching closer to the boy with his hands in his pockets. He's weaving his steps across the slew of books — careful to not step on any of them. "What are you up to?"

No response at all, it’s like Suguru isn’t even here.

Suguru bends down, picking up the nearest book on the floor — an austere hardbound volume with golden lettering, bearing the title "Time Travel in Einstein's Universe." His fingers gently placed it down, only to lift another book, paper this time — it read "How to Build a Time Machine: The Real Science of Time Travel."

Standing upright, still holding the book, Getou asks, "Satoru, why are you reading about time travel? No, better question — how come you’re… reading?”

"I'm trying to time travel," Gojo replied with an unsettling nonchalance, as though he was merely discussing matters of the weather.

A few beats pass, mainly because Suguru was deciding between a simple  “Why?” and a more emphatic “What the hell?”

But because Suguru is Suguru, and he’s been equipped with the art of patience, he oppted for a measured, “I don’t think you can do that.” He makes sure to punctuate his sentence with a faint chuckle. 

"I need to," Satoru asserts, standing up as his eyes scan the floor for another book.

"Pretty sure no one can change time," Getou countered. "Not even us."

"We could," Satoru insisted, his voice unwavering. "Maybe—if we tried hard enough." His gaze then locks into Getou's, his conviction unwavering. “We are the strongest after all.”

Getou decides to indulge this because he’s just far too curious. "All right," he began cautiously. "Why do you need to time travel anyway?"

"You know how my partner is upset with me?" Satoru asked.

"Yeah," Getou replied, a weariness permeating his voice — he vividly recalls Satoru's relentless whining on the subject from the previous night. He eventually got the boy to shut up, only for him to start all over today morning — it’s part of the reason he didn’t feel like hanging out today, but you’ll never catch him saying this out loud.

"Well, if I reversed time," Gojo continued with an unnerving grin, "then they'd never be upset with what I did. Problem solved!"

Getou feels the sudden urge to chew on a notebook to satiate his frustration. “Are you serious?” he asks.

“Deadly.”

"Satoru," he snatched the notebook from Satoru's table—the very notebook the latter had been intently writing in. His eyes find themselves looking at a plethora of mathematic equations he doesn’t understand. He sighs, looking up at the man.

“Do you know anything that can help? Help me, please,” Satoru implored, his head bobbing fervently.

Getou thinks that this is surely the height of insanity. Surely, someone needs to lock Gojo Satoru up.

Speechless, Getou succumbs to laughter — like a total madman. 

He dials it down as he notices Satoru’s escalating exasperation with him. He spoke again, “You’re an idiot. How about you actually apologize to them instead of doing… whatever this is.” 

He tosses the notebook back to Satoru, who catches it with a swift, outstretched hand.

—

“Please, stop!” He rushes behind you, as Getou trails right behind him. “Stop avoiding me please or I’ll die.”

“Wow, you really are like those high-maintenance plants,” you quip as you come to a stop, finally turning to lay your eyes on the boy. 

"I'm not..." He totally is. 

“Glad to see you’re not too torn up about our fight since you’re out here at an arcade,” you say, sarcasm dripping to the floor beneath you, just a few more missteps, and Gojo could slip and fall everlastingly.

“No! I was very upset. Ask Getou,” he points to the man, who simply nods in tandem. He starts again, "Can we please please just talk this out? I'm really sorry."

"Oh? Are you?" you questioned, skepticism etched into your features. "Is that why you ghosted me for a whole week?"

"I got scared," he admits. "I thought you'd leave me."

“I considered that,” you reply, arms crossed.

His eyes widen, and you think he looks like a kicked puppy. But this was a serious matter, and you suppressed the urge to ruffle his hair.

"See—now I want to run away, so you never will," he whimpered. "But I won't, because I'm genuinely sorry, I mean it."

You stared at him, the genuineness in his eyes catching your weary gaze. You had been tired all week. Finally, you relented.

"Fine," you sigh. "Let's talk it out."

"Okay! Thank you baby!" he says, an immediate smile spreading across his face. 

"See? I told you it's not a big deal—" Getou began, his smile mirroring Satoru's. However, he falls silent when he noticed your changing expression.

“Not a big deal?” You exclaim, clearing seething with a bubbling anger. It’s seemingly a harmless sentence but something in you must have broken down at the sound of that.

"I-I mean, it's not a big deal because I'll fix it, and everything will be fine," Satoru's voice stammers through.

"It's not all going to be just fine, Satoru. You burned down my house," you stated.

“I burned down your kitchen,” he corrects you.

“Wow, I’m sorry I don’t know why I was making such a big deal. It’s only my kitchen!” You start to chuckle, a deranged sense of amusement escaping your lips as you turn to Getou, “Do you hear that Suguru? It’s only my kitchen, he says.”

Suguru gulps, not wanting to be more involved in this than he was. He turns his head away, only now noticing that everyone’s watching the scene unfold like it’s their favorite telenovela. “Guys, maybe let’s not do this here.”

"Yeah, I was done here anyway," you declared, shooting a final glare at Satoru before making a swift exit.

Satoru immediately chased after you, throwing himself out the arcade's door.

“Baby, please!” He finally comes to grip your arm, stopping you in your tracks. You look up at him, and he notices you carry no malice really — just a weariness that shows in your tired tired eyes, he feels the urge to take you home, so he can run his hands over your eyes and put you to sleep. So he can finally sleep beside you himself.

“I’m sorry, Getou’s an idiot. It is a big deal. I never should have done that. It was obviously an accident but I was just trying to be nice, and obviously… that didn’t work out as I planned. And of course, I’ll fix the kitchen, I’ll pay for everything — even add in upgrades if you want. And before you say anything… this is on me. I should pay,” he says.

"I was going to make you pay anyway. What were you even trying to do in my kitchen?"

"Well," he began with a sheepish look on his face, almost ashamed. "It was our anniversary, and wanted to make you something."

“Why would you do that? You can barely boil rice,” you sigh, your eyes coming up to soothe your forehead.

“I-I don’t know. You mentioned how your ex-boyfriend made your food all the time when you guys were together so I thought you’d like that.”

“Yeah, well. Osamu was a chef, and you’re the opposite of that,” you replied, your arms encircling his in a soothing grip.

He sighed, gazing out at the street — his eyes staring down at the passing cars before speaking once more, “It’s not just that.”

"What then?" you inquired.

“I’m not good at this,” he confesses.

You maintained your steady gaze, urging him to continue.

“At this — Romance,” he clarifies. “I can’t do it so I’m always looking and copying others. I only leave you notes because you do that. I only give you keychains because Getou does that with his boyfriend. I only knew I had to invite you to work when Nanami mentioned it. I just—”

You hummed softly, encouraging him to continue.

“I don’t know how to love. It’s part of the reason why I even tried to cook. You’re so good at loving me, I can’t ever pay you back for it.”

“Satoru, you’re good at it too,” you say. “Just not in the ways I am, or Getou, or Nanami. You’re good at it in your own way. It’s about how you know when to order in when I’m feeling tired. It’s about how you pick out the stones I like for the keychains. It’s about how you showed up all the way to my Switzerland work trip when I was on the verge of a fucking mental breakdown. It’s about how you always draw something hideous when you leave notes knowing I’ll find it funny when I’m back from work. It’s about you trying in the first place,” you say.

"The drawings are supposed to be cute," he mumbled.

“I know you think that,” you chuckled softly. “And besides, I only leave notes because my mother did that for my father. We all learn from someone.”

A moment of silence enveloped you both, broken only by your gradual approach. “You can teach me, and I can teach you. If you let me.”

He sighed, enfolding you in a tight hug.

“Also, as much I appreciate the effort now, I hope you know you’re banned from my kitchen,” you mumble across his chest.

“Okay, I’ll learn how to cook though,” he says. “For you.”

“Okay,” you say. 

[lipglossanon]

Desire (I’m Hungry)

Corrupt Cop!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

<< previous installment >>

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Leon POV, dark thoughts, being filmed without consent aka Leon’s making a sex tape and reader has no clue, dirty talk, daddy kink, kissing, biting, blood kink, oral (m & f receiving), pussy spanking, clit biting, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread ✌️

today marks one year that I officially published my first Leon x reader fic that just happened to be Corrupt Cop Leon! 💜 so happy anniversary to the OG! 😘

Title from Desire by Meg Myers 💜

It’s not unusual to see a police cruiser parked outside the library on any given night. Especially when you’re inside, finishing up whatever class work you can before heading home. 

Leon leans back against the passenger door, one leg crossed over the ankle of the other, arms folded over his chest. His walkie’s turned off since he’s not on duty and he can hear the whispers of people passing him by, from the curious looks of kids to loose women giving him sultry smiles. Except for a cursory glance, his mind doesn’t linger on any single one of them. 

Drumming his fingers on his bicep, he tilts his head as he catalogs the outside of the building. He’s done this a thousand times at this point. Even before you knew he came around, when he would follow you home and watch you from his squad car. He kind of misses those days.    

The sound of a door opening pulls his attention up the library steps. Once you fully step out into the cool evening air, your eyes immediately seek him out. Satisfaction coils deep in his gut as your face breaks out into a bright smile at seeing him. Although he loved quietly following you, having you seek him out is much better. His eyes track your body as you carefully take the stairs and walk over to him. 

He only had to chastise you one time about not rushing down the steps. (You cried so prettily on his cock after he spanked your pussy raw. But the lesson stuck and he hasn’t had to remind you once, such a good girl). 

“Hi,” your soft voice hits his ears and he’s smirking at your shyness. 

“Hi, pretty girl, ready to go?”

You nod, “All set. Thank you for taking me home.”

“Of course, don’t want you getting hurt,” he murmurs, uncrossing his arms to brush a thumb across your cheekbone, “here, let me take your bag.”

Eyes fond, you hand him your book bag and wait for him to open the passenger door for you. Watching as you sit, he sees when your skirt rucks up around your thighs and it makes his blood run hot, pulse quickening in his neck. He walks around the trunk of the car, placing your bag in the back before climbing into the driver seat. 

He checks his mirrors and blind spots before pulling away from the curb. As soon as he’s on the street, his hand grips the dough of your thigh closest to the gear shift. A giddy thrum of excitement bleeds through his thoughts when he hears your little gasp. You’re so easy for him. His pretty, perfect girl. 

He no longer stifles those thoughts or impulses that once might have gotten him locked up. You invite his dark urges in with wet eyes and an even wetter cunt. Today’s special even if you don’t know it. He’s planned a little surprise, something he’s been wanting to do for a while now. 

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he watches you surreptitiously, taking in the  changing expressions as he drives closer and closer to your house. Just seeing your face makes him ache all the way down to his marrow. He wants to sink his teeth into you until he tastes blood.

“Should we eat out for dinner?”

He glances over at you and tightens his fingers, giving your thigh a quick squeeze. 

“Sure, sweetheart.”

He parks outside your house, letting you walk up to your front stoop first as he grabs your bag. You unlock the door as soon as he joins you, his hand palming your lower back to usher you into the house. Dropping your school bag down onto the floor, he uses both hands to grip your hips, pushing you back against the closed front door. 

Desire pulses throughout his body, a deep seated hunger that makes him want to crack open your rib cage and crawl inside. He’s sure your beating heart would sate this visceral reaction to the possessive want that engulfs his thoughts.

But kissing you will have to suffice for now. 

Your lips part on a sigh as he licks into your mouth, tongue greedy and hot as he tastes you deeply. His fingers dig into your skin, thumbs pressed uncomfortably against your hip bones; he gloats to himself as the twinge of pain has you arching into him. If he could, Leon would rip you apart at the seams, swallow you whole til nothing’s left. 

You whimper into his harsh kisses while your hands grab onto his chest, badge nearly pricking your fingers as you try to find purchase against his uniform. He lets go of your waist to circle his fingers around your wrists, pushing them against the door on either side of your head. Pulling back, his sea dark eyes take in your dilated pupils and swollen lips. 

Now, he thinks, is the perfect time to drag you into your room.

Leon kisses you again, heatedly, pulling you into the bedroom with little preamble. For the surprise he’s been planning, he made sure to sneak into your house earlier in the day. He then hid a camera perfectly angled on your nightstand where you couldn’t see it. 

His mouth waters at the thought of filming everything he wants to do to you. Excitement heightens his aggressiveness. He can’t wait to take you apart in front of the lens, especially without you knowing. He shivers as he licks hungrily into your mouth. 

“Leon,” you whisper when he drags his mouth down to bite your neck, “thought we were going out to dinner?”

“Well, I am gonna eat you out,” he crudely states with a grin, “but first let’s see those pretty tits.”

Biting your bottom lip softly, you step back and pull your shirt off. His eyes watch as you nervously take off your bra and drop it into the floor with your shirt. Leon lets his hands reach out to grope and pinch your hard nipples. His cock throbs where it’s trapped in his pants.

“Get naked, pretty girl, wanna see you,” he coaxes, smile wicked when you do as he says.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, he faces the camera, pulling you down into his lap, your back to his chest. The juxtaposition of having you completely naked on his lap while he’s in uniform makes him bite down on your shoulder hard. You squeal and try to move, but he wraps his arms around you, pinning you in place. 

After you settle down, his hands move to squeeze the fat of your breasts until it dimples between his fingers. Your nipples tighten even further under his palms as he runs them across the stiff buds. 

“Such a good girl,” he kisses the side of your neck, eyes glinting when they look over to the hidden device, “bet that cute pussy’s soaked, sweetheart.”

Squirming against him, you whine pitifully, grinding your wet cunt down onto his bulge, “Daddy, please.”

“Such a well mannered girl,” he coos sweetly, luring you into relaxing against him further. 

The flat of his fingers come down in a hard slap against your pussy, a sharp gasp parting your pretty lips. Leon spanks across your fat cunt until you’re hiccuping little cries, tears streaming down your face to drip onto your chest. Even with the pain, you still part your legs for him, letting him drag his fingers across your wet slit. 

He wonders absently as he toys with your clit if you’d let him bite you here, sink his teeth in your sweet little bud til you scream. That thought alone has precum dripping from his tip, making his briefs damp. 

“Such a slutty cunt,” he whispers in your ear, feeling you shiver, “like when daddy shows you who’s in charge, sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir,” you sniffle wetly. 

That ugly need to hurt you ramps up again and he pinches your clit roughly until you bleat in pain. 

“Good girl,” he chuckles, fingers softly petting your cunt, “my perfect girl.”

“All yours, daddy,” you automatically respond. 

Your voice is hoarse from all your crying and it makes his chest burn like his solar plexus is caving in.

“That’s right,” he croons, cupping your breasts in his hands, thumbs swiping across your nipples, “daddy’s got such a smart pretty girl.”

He wants to laugh at how those words make you press against him, praise making you stupid and pliant for him.

“Get on the floor,” he pushes at your shoulders, “think that sweet mouth deserves a reward.”

Eagerly, you slide off his lap onto your knees, turning around to face him. He unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants, pushing them down his thighs so he can tuck his briefs underneath his balls comfortably. His weeping cock bobs in front of your face, tip brushing across your cheek and smearing precum across your skin. 

“Kiss it, baby, show me how much you want daddy in your mouth,” he grins at you. 

Your shyness just makes him harder as you press a feather light kiss to his dick. He watches as your lips and tongue work in tandem to gently kiss and lick at his fat cockhead. You sigh hard enough he feels the dampness of your breath before your tongue lathes underneath the foreskin, lapping up the sticky precum dripping from his slit. You moan while you taste him, eyes fluttering closed as you get more and more eager at sucking him off. 

Thighs twitching, he grunts when you suck him into your warm mouth, tongue cupping the head when you withdraw, lips tightly wrapped around the tip of his dick. He feels as you circle the head of his cock with your tongue, dipping the slick muscle into his slit to draw out more precum. 

“Good girl,” he groans when your mouth drops down to kiss and suck at his balls. 

Leon keeps his gaze on you as you try to suck both of his balls into your wet mouth, whimpering when you can only fit one. Smearing your own spit across your face, you nuzzle into his squishy sac, mouthing and lapping at the sensitive skin before sucking each of his balls again. 

Whining, you eagerly lap at his sac, tongue slowly tracing up the seam. Your lips meet the base of his cock before you flick your tongue back around his balls. Reaching down, he grabs the back of your neck, pulling your mouth up to suck on his cock. A choked off moan reverberates around his dick as your lips part to sink down around the first few inches. His abs tense when he feels the spit drip down his dick onto his balls. 

“So good, sweetheart,” he murmurs, halfway tempted to gag you on his dick— maybe even choke you on it til you pass out.

More precum blurts across your tongue as he pictures your eyes rolling back, body going limp from lack of air. His fingers spasm around your neck as the tip bumps into the back of your throat. Bucking up into your mouth, the tightness around his cock increases and you retch loudly. 

“Take it or I’m going to get mean with you,” he narrows his eyes down at you.

You cough again, a wet dirty sound as he pulls his cock halfway out of your mouth only to press back in deep, the fat head kissing the back of your throat immediately. It would be easy to keep you here, swallowing around him til he came or you blacked out. His eyes cut to the hidden camera before flicking back down to you. Maybe next time he’ll try it, but for now he wants to make this last longer for the video. 

Rolling his neck til it cracks, he lets you go, watching with hidden glee as you pull off with a gross coughing fit and wet eyes. The dough of your thighs press together drawing his gaze where he can actually see a light sheen of slick coating them. Taking a hitched shuddery breath, you lean forward and kitten lick the head, soft tongue cleaning up any precum spilling from the slit down his cock. 

A flash of your mouth split open and a bloody chin makes Leon place his hands under your armpits and yank you up, turning sideways to toss you onto the bed. He crawls on top of you and kisses you hard enough to bruise. Sinking teeth into your lower lip, he brings his vision to life as he works the wet skin til it splits, the warm taste of pennies flooding his mouth. 

Growling like an animal, he sucks your bloody lip raw. He finally leans up, taking in the mess of your mouth with unreasonable pride. 

“So pretty,” he smiles down at you, blood coating his teeth, “my sweet girl.”

“Yours,” you nod dazedly, eyes blown in arousal, “m’yours, daddy.” 

He moves off the bed and begins to undress, taking extra care to set his holster and gun on top of your dresser. Once his uniform is off, he lays it out on a nearby chair in order to keep it off the floor. It just wouldn’t do to get it unnecessarily dirty. 

He climbs back onto the bed, eyes zeroing in on your bleeding mouth with the awareness of a predator tracking prey. He smiles and grabs your thighs, shoving them up until they’re nearly touching your shoulders. 

“Think it’s time I kiss my sweet girl hello,” his eyes drop from yours down to your soaked cunt, “aww, she always cries so hard for me, baby.”

He shuffles down onto his stomach, hands still pressing on your thighs as he leans in and kisses your swollen cunt.

“Greedy little pussy,” he chuckles derisively, “always begging for more.”

He slides his hands down from your thighs to the outside of your cunt, pulling your pussy lips apart to spit on your clenching hole. 

“Daddy!” 

He hears your voice crack before you gasp when he plunges his tongue into your pussy, fluttering the wet muscle as deep as possible into your spasming walls. You always taste like heaven, like he could die suffocated on your cunt and he’ll never find anything better. His eyes roll back when your slick floods his mouth, clit fat and swollen against his nose as your cunt squeezes down on his tongue.

Leon’s tongue laps at your hole before he runs the wet muscle up your slit to suck sloppily at your clit. He’s being as messy as possible; he knows you love it when your cunt’s coated in his spit after eating you out. The only thing better is when he cums all over your pussy, making you wear your panties to keep that sweet cunt wet and sticky with his seed. 

Your cries and whines fall on deaf ears as he eats you out at his leisure. He makes you cum twice before finally trying out the little earworm that has eaten away at his brain since earlier. Thighs shaking from the last orgasm, you're completely out of it when Leon dips his head and bites down on your fat throbbing clit. 

He growls and humps the bed as you thrash under him, hips trying to buck up to throw him off, hands digging into his hair but he doesn’t budge. He closes his teeth even tighter around your swollen bud and you screech, legs kicking out at him. Leon laughs at you, arms coming up and pinning your lower half down onto the bed. He readjusts his mouth and bites your clit harder than before. 

“No, no, daddy! Please!”

You sob brokenly and Leon feels like he’s going to cum all over the sheets. Letting go, Leon pulls his mouth away for a second wanting to see your tortured little bundle of nerves. It looks so swollen that it makes his jaw ache. He licks and kisses over your clit until you’re whimpering in pleasure, hips writhing as Leon bathes your cunt with rough swipes of his tongue. He works you up to another orgasm and right as your pussy cums, clenching around nothing, he sinks his teeth back into your clit with a groan. 

“Daddy, daddy! Leon, please!”

Your cunt gushes slick as the pain morphs into pleasure, babbling and pleading for more even as Leon sucks your bud into his mouth, hot tongue circling your abused clit. 

“Ready for daddy to to fuck your pretty little cunt?” He rumbles, tongue lashing across your bundle of nerves making you whine. 

“Please, daddy.”

There’s drool and blood all down your chin and he thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid his eyes upon. If he were a better man, he would tell you so. 

Leon crawls back up your body, dragging his cock against your thighs until the tip bumps against your sopping wet pussy. His eyes catalog your wince when his dick drags across your clit and he kisses you until spit runs down your jaw. Balancing himself on one forearm, he brings his other hand down to notch the tip of his cock at your soaked hole. 

“Let me in, pretty girl,” he licks up the blood on your chin as he works his cock into your cunt, “let me stuff this soft little pussy with cum.”

Keening high in your throat, you grind your head against the pillow and Leon takes that opportunity to savagely bite into the side of your neck. He can feel you wheeze in pain underneath his teeth at the same time your pussy walls flutter and clamp down on his cock. Sweet satisfaction hums like electricity in his blood. He trails kisses from the nasty bite mark up to your ear, nipping the lobe. 

“You like what I do to you, don’t you, sweetheart?” He kisses your temple before shifting until his forearms are on either side of your neck, hips rolling back before thrusting forward. 

The tight clutch of your pussy makes him dizzy with lust, knowing he can do anything to you and you’ll not only take it, but like it. The camera is practically an afterthought by this point. Leon’s focus is now on making your hot little pussy cream all over his cock before he shoots his load deep into your hole. 

“Always take it so well,” his baritone rumbles low in his chest and you shudder under him, “got daddy addicted to your soft chubby pussy, baby, always wanna be buried in her.”

Your nails dig into his skin but he loves the stinging scratches you leave on him; proof that you need him just as much as he needs you. He has half a mind to drag this out for hours and hours, but he really wants to send the tape over to Chris. Smugly show off his pretty girl and the sweet sounds she makes for him. 

Leon prides himself on keeping his cool even when he’s buried to the hilt inside your deliciously hot pussy. This time, his nerves fray quicker than he’s used to; too many fun things have happened and all in front of the camera so he can look back on it later. Being able to watch your face again as he bites your clit makes his hips rabbit fast and hard against yours, pussy squelching loudly between your bodies. 

“Got me so worked up,” he laughs, one forearm moving all he can glide his fingers down your side and across your hip, seeking out your sore clit, “squeeze the cum out of me, sweetheart, let daddy give you a nice thick creampie.”

“Ohhh,” you moan shakily, “daddy, please, w’nt it.”

“You’re gonna get it,” he promises, voice dark, “you’re gonna take everything I give you.”

The hot pulsing walls of your pussy makes his hips flex harder, bullying his cock into your cervix, needing to get as deep as possible in your body. 

“Sucking me in,” he murmurs, fingers gently circling your sensitive bundle of nerves, “your sweet cunt’s made for this, isn’t she baby?”

“Yes, Leon, ‘m made for you,” you babble out, eyelashes sticking together from tears as you pant and moan, “daddy, I’m g’nna cum.”

“Fuck, then do it, pretty girl, cream all over me, work this cum into that sweet hole,” he groans when your walls clamp down on his dick. 

He swipes across your clit a few more times as he ruts his cock in and out of your pussy, grinding the fat tip across your g-spot until your back arches, a loud scream pouring from your mouth. 

“Good girl,” he praises, knowing you can't hear him, “doing so well for me, sweetheart.”

As your soft walls pulse and flutter around his dick, he adjusts his hands to hold him up above your body so he can rail you into the mattress. 

“Too much,” you whimper, “Leon, s’too deep.”

“Shhh,” he reaches down to twist a nipple until you clench around his cock, “let me rearrange those guts, baby, daddy needs to cum, too.”

You nod, tears falling down your temples to collect on the pillow and his hips snap harder— the sight of you crying on his cock always does him in quick. He thrusts half a dozen more times before his hips begin to stutter. Burying himself balls deep, Leon’s cock kicks and throbs while he spills hot sticky cum all inside your clenching pussy walls. 

While he fills your cunt with rope after rope of thick jizz, he groans long and low against your ear, “Perfect baby, taking it so well for me.”

“Leon,” you whisper lightly, hands carding through his hair and giving him goosebumps.

He settles his body weight down on you, cock plugging up your pussy so his cum doesn’t leak out onto the bedspread. 

“Gotta surprise for you,” he kisses the side of your head and slowly maneuvers until he can quickly shuffle you around to face the hidden lens. 

He pulls out his half chubbed cock, cream colored slick oozing from your pussy when he spreads it open. 

Smiling up at you, he nods to your nightstand, “Smile for the camera, sweetheart. Show’em what a messy little pussy looks like.”

He watches in utter delight as your brows pinch together before realization dawns across your face. Tears bead in your eyes and he chuckles. 

“Aww don’t be that way,” he croons, fingers digging into your used hole to work more cum into spilling out between your thighs, “be a good girl and let everyone see the creampie daddy left in your pretty cunt.”

Your cubby lips stay spread as he fingers more of his cum out of your hole. 

“So swollen baby,” he groans, fingers glancing across your fat clit, “can’t wait to watch this back.”

You squirm but he catches the hitched breath and dilated eyes. Grinning darkly, he nuzzles against your ear. 

“Maybe next time it’ll be a livestream of how I ream my pretty girl’s tight little pussy,” he kisses the shell of your ear as you moan quietly, “yeah, or maybe we’ll get someone in to watch me take you apart.”

You shiver and writhe against him, pussy sucking his fingers in even as he slowly drags them out of your spent cunt. 

“Guess we’ll need to save that for later though,” he clicks his tongue, moving away from you to shut the camera off, “now let’s go get a shower so we can go out to dinner, sweetheart.”

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Can we get a pining villain out in their civilian clothes when they bump into hero (also in civilian clothes) and recognizes them immediately, but hero doesn’t and starts friendly conversation while villain is both unsure of what to do and secretly crushing? Sorry if that’s an odd request ahhhh ^^;

Oh god.

“Jeez, I’m so sorry-” The hero picked up the books and shoved them back into the villain’s arms awkwardly. “I don’t know where my head is today, I didn’t…nevermind, the books aren’t dirty or anything? Library hates dog ears.”

The villain shook their head slowly. They hadn’t even checked.

“And you’re okay? Not hurt or anything? I didn’t hurt you, right?”

Again, the villain shook their head, even though their shoulder was pulsing in pain. The hero was quite strong. Stronger than they looked, definitely. It wasn’t like the villain had been obsessed with the idea of finding out their civilian persona.

They knew of other villains who dedicated their entire being to finding out absolute everything about their nemesis. But for the most time, the villain didn’t want to know anything about them.

They didn’t want to know what they did or whom they talked to. Or when they were visiting friends or lovers. When they went on dates or when they broke up with someone.

Because, ultimately, it wasn’t any of their business, right? And they weren’t on such a low level to force a foul gameplay onto them. Blackmailing them, kidnapping lovers…the villain didn’t like that.

However, now that they stood in front of the hero, they weren’t quite sure what to say nor what to do. They had recognised them immediately. Their widened eyes, their fingers. At first they hadn’t been sure but some scars gave the hero away.

They were obviously hiding them, pulling down sleeves and shifting a little — it was a habit the villain was used to too.

“I’m sorry again. I’m probably taking up a lot of your time already but do we know each other?” the hero asked suddenly. They tilted their head, just like last Wednesday when the villain had explained to them how to identify a fake bomb. The sunlight was hitting the hero’s eyes just right but this was probably some cruel joke from above.

The hero was one of those popular people probably. Popular at school, at work, in the neighbourhoods. Someone everyone loved, someone who was so sweet they were rotting teeth left and right.

Months ago, the villain had thought they were jealous of them but that was wrong. They were enchanted by them, wondering how a person who had gone through hell and back was still able to be kind.

“No…”

“Are you sure? You seem very familiar to me,” the hero said. They were curious, seemed intrigued by the villain. Their backstory wasn’t a secret. Everyone knew about the troubled childhood, the kidnapping and the trading. Being raised like cattle.

Everyone knew.

And the villain could relate. Opening up about it was difficult but they felt like the hero could understand, they could love them despite everything.

If the villain was even worthy of that kind of affection. They closed their eyes, trying to throw that thought into a bin.

“…I’m just a tourist,” the villain lied. Their neck was getting embarrassingly hot. Why was the hero staring at them like that? They’d never seen their expression be so soft, had never seen the little scar above their brow. Somehow, this felt like a prank.

“Hm, well, I’m really sorry for bothering you then.” The hero’s eyes fell down to the books and back up. A hint of a smile decorated their face and for a second, the hero just stood there in front of them with the busy sounds of the city passing by. “For how long are you staying?”

“…I am departing tomorrow.”

“Oh? Back home?”

“Yeah…” This was going terribly. The villain swallowed. They felt like a teenager again, too awkward to talk to their crush. In costume it was a little different. They could allow themselves to put on a show and pretend to be eccentric. But here they felt so…exposed.

“Pardon me, this is probably a little abrupt but…” Suddenly, the hero took a step forward. Their hand reached the villain’s wrist, soft fingers finding a scar a little too quickly. “…you’re really pretty.”

They looked up into the villain’s eyes.

“And by the way…the library doesn’t like it when tourists take books home either. Sending them back is such a hassle.” They tapped onto the copy on top, a volume of The Divine Comedy the villain had grabbed almost mindlessly. The hero took a step back, smiling. “See you soon, then.”

Oh god. They knew.

[jjkamochoso]

Flufftober Day 11: Ingredients and Spells

@flufftober

Fluff

Choso Kamo x gn!reader

Warnings: none

I have no idea what to do.

Choso slumped back against the sofa, his hands pushing his bangs off his face in frustration. He was a man of action; he was tired of sitting around and not chasing after his goal. He was a natural leader, as most older brothers are, and he wanted to set a good example for Yuji by never giving up. He’d been told he was personable and easy to talk to, and was a person with an especially honest disposition.

Why was it this impossible for him to ask someone out?

The person Choso had his sights set on was you, a teacher at Jujutsu High and the object of his (secret) affections. Every time he’d come visit Yuji at school, he’d always be sure to stop by your classroom and say hello, making small talk and slowly getting to know you through curious questions. There was a lot more he still had to learn about you: your hopes and dreams, your greatest fears, whether or not you returned his feelings…

I seriously need to get a grip.

Choso’s self pitying party was halted when he was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone.

Yuji: you know you’re the best big brother ever, right??

Choso: Did you get in trouble?

Yuji: no i swear ! i just forgot my lunch in my room :(

Choso: Okay? That’s a five minute walk to come get it.

After he sent that text, Choso quickly sent another one.

Choso: Never mind, I’ll bring it to you. I need the fresh air anyway.

Yuji: THANKS 😄

Choso stood from his spot on Yuji’s couch and searched the small dorm room for any sign of a forgotten bento box. He couldn’t find one, but he did find a crumpled up paper bag lying empty under his bed.

“He must’ve forgotten to pack it, too,” Choso mumbled under his breath, placing some snack packets inside. He was about to leave the dorm when he was struck with the sudden thought of potentially seeing you on his journey across campus. Running around the small room frantically, he was starting to feel frustrated.

Doesn’t this kid own a mirror?!

Not wanting to waste anymore time, he settled for using his phone’s selfie camera to check his appearance. Sprucing up his double buns a bit, he was content with how he looked and exited the dorm with a newfound sense of confidence.

All that confidence went down the drain the moment Choso spied you walking his way.

He had almost made it to Yuji before he saw your smiling face waving at him excitedly. He gulped as you practically bounded over; he had never seen someone look as amazing as you did, or have such a perfect voice that said his name with the most beautiful lips, and being surrounded by the signature scent of your perfume absolutely entranced him-

“Choso! How are you doing today?” you asked kindly, knocking some sense into the awestruck man.

“Oh! I’m, uh, I’m good,” he stuttered out, wincing at how utterly pathetic he sounded.

You pointed at the bag he had clutched in his strong grasp. “Whatcha got there?”

“Yuji’s lunch.”

Choso felt like he couldn’t breathe around you, like your very presence caused his lungs to seize up and his throat choked on every word he tried to say.

“That’s so sweet of you to bring it for him! You know, I actually just saw him with Fushiguro and Kugisaki over by the vending machines. I was heading over there if you want me to drop it off.”

What he should’ve said would be along the lines of “That sounds like a great idea, why don’t we walk over there together?”

What he actually said was:

“That’s perfect. Thank you so much.”

Choso flung the paper bag into your hands, basically running away from you, to find refuge in the nearest building to calm his racing heart. He looked beyond stupid, that he knew for sure, and he didn’t know how he could ever face you after embarrassing himself that badly. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he realized he was in the school library. Not wanting to risk seeing you again right now, he decided to browse through the endless option of books he was surrounded by.

“Ancient civilizations, huh? Sounds interesting,” he said, pulling the book off the shelf and taking a seat at one of tables in the empty room.

The book wasn’t terribly boring, but it wasn’t piquing his curiosity as much as it normally would. His thoughts kept drifting back to you and he couldn’t concentrate on any of the topics being presented to him. Turning the next ink filled page, he covered a yawn that tumbled out of his mouth. Soon enough, though, right as he was about to shelve the book once more, his eye caught the title of the next section.

“Love spells of the old world?” he read aloud to no one.

That would definitely be helpful.

He rolled his eyes, not believing what he was thinking. A love spell? Really? There was no way those could work. Besides, it’d be totally unethical and morally wrong to cast a spell on someone to change their personal feelings.

It’s a lot easier to mix some ingredients together than confess you have a crush on a person…

He decided he would read through the section just for the sake of learning something new, not because he was considering trying one on you or anything.

Nope. No way.

“All you need is honey, fresh fruit, and a candle?” he wondered, brow furrowed. “That seems too easy.”

“What seems too easy?”

Choso slammed the book shut at the sound of your voice.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” he squeaked out, palms sweaty from nervousness.

“I work here, remember?” you answered cheekily. “Actually, I saw you come in here and I wanted to talk to you about something. If you’re not busy, of course,” you added, sounding strangely cautious.

You gestured to the book lying in front of him. “That’s one of my top choices to read in my downtime. What part were you on?”

“Mesopotamian culture,” he said hurriedly, not meeting your gaze as his face burned with shame.

God, Choso was a horrible liar.

You, however, didn’t seem to notice, or if you did, were gracious enough to ignore it.

“That’s actually right before my favorite part of the book,” you told him. “It’s a little embarrassing but I’m a romantic at heart I guess.”

Choso inadvertently sucked in a breath. “Wait, you mean the-”

“Love spells,” you both said at the same time, causing you to laugh a little bit while Choso looked dumbfounded.

“Do you… believe in those?” he asked hesitantly.

“Kind of? I mean, I could see the validity in it. I prefer to keep my love all natural, though. There’s something special in those moments between two people when they’re trying to figure out if the other feels the same.” You looked deep into his dark chocolate eyes, slightly leaning in closer to him and gently grabbing hold of his hand. “Do you know that feeling?”

Choso‘s mouth went dry as he wished he found a section in the book on how to not make a fool of himself in a situation like this.

“I’ve really liked you for a long time.”

Maybe there’s a potion in there to create a hole in the floor to swallow him up?

Your eyes widened in surprise at his unexpected confession, but you couldn’t reply as words flowed from Choso like an unstoppable stream of water.

“I’m sorry that was so sudden but I’ve been wanting to tell you that for months now and I haven’t found the right time because you just made me so nervous and I was too scared to ask you out but then you caught me reading about the love spells and I freaked out and-”

“Can I kiss you?” you interrupted his rambling. Like a deer caught in headlights, Choso just silently stared at you for a few seconds. All of a sudden, he closed the distance between you as his lips pressed into yours, giving you a loving kiss that wasn’t the result of any sort of incantation.

Little did you two know, you had an audience listening and watching the entire thing from the library door that was left ajar.

“Wasn’t this the cutest thing ever?” Nobara exclaimed.

“I can’t believe Choso finally told L/n-sensei,” observed Yuji, taking a big bite of his lunch.

“The only ingredient they both needed was a dose of reality,” grumbled Megumi, grabbing his friends by their schoolbags and pulling them away before they got caught.

[kiki-smith21]

The Unspoken Bond

Wednesday Addams x Autistic Fem Reader

A/N: This is my first fanfic, and any feedback would be appreciated. Let me know if you want a part 3. (I am actually autistic, so this is mostly based off the symptoms I show, but if you have any typical symptoms of autism you wish for me to add to the story later let me know and I'll try my best. Please be respectful to all, and remember to drink water and look after yourself, cuties❤️)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: After the kiss is shared in the library, you decide to confront Wednesday about the meaning behind it.

The next day, as you walked through the hallowed halls of Nevermore Academy, an unexpected announcement echoed over the intercom: "Due to recent changes in class schedules, students are advised to check their new rosters for updated class assignments."

You glanced at the new schedule posted on the bulletin board. Your heart sank when you saw that your art class had been replaced with a new class—one that happened to be Wednesday Addams' specialty: advanced cryptozoology. The realization hit you like a cold wave; you would be sitting next to Wednesday once again.

With a mix of anxiety and anticipation, you walked into the cryptozoology classroom. The room was filled with unusual artifacts and curious specimens, the perfect setting for Wednesday’s macabre interests. Your eyes quickly found Wednesday seated at her usual spot, her dark eyes fixed on a dusty tome.

As you took your seat beside her, the silence was palpable. Your heartbeat seemed louder than ever in the quiet room. Wednesday looked up, her expression unreadable, and her gaze settled on you.

"Unexpected change of schedule?" she asked, her tone calm yet hinting at a trace of amusement.

"Yes," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the flutter of nerves in your chest. "I guess we're classmates now."

Wednesday raised an eyebrow but said nothing more, returning her focus to the book in front of her. The minutes ticked by in silence, with the occasional glance between you both.

Eventually, the teacher began the lesson, but your mind was elsewhere. You couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss you shared, and the weight of that moment seemed to hang between you and Wednesday.

When the class finally broke for a short recess, you found yourself unable to hold back any longer. You turned to Wednesday, your voice steady but soft. "Can we talk for a moment? About… what happened yesterday?"

Wednesday looked at you, her expression as unreadable as ever, but there was a flicker of something—curiosity, perhaps. "I suppose."

The two of you stepped out into the quieter corridor, the hum of the old building creating a soothing backdrop. You fidgeted with the strap of your bag, trying to find the right words.

"I’ve been thinking a lot about our kiss," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "It felt significant, but I’m not sure what it meant. For me, it was... comforting. It felt like a connection that I hadn’t expected."

Wednesday’s gaze softened, her usual impassive demeanor giving way to something more genuine. "I didn’t expect it either," she admitted. "It was… unexpected, but not unwelcome. It was a rare moment of vulnerability that I don’t often share with others."

You nodded, appreciating her honesty. "What do you think it means for us now? I mean, going forward?"

Wednesday paused, her dark eyes searching yours as if weighing the gravity of the moment. "I believe it signifies a deeper understanding between us. An acknowledgment of our unique connection. It may not fit into conventional norms, but it’s real. And I value that."

A small smile touched your lips, and you felt a wave of relief. "I’m glad to hear that. I’ve always felt like an outsider, but with you, it’s different. I feel like we can be ourselves without pretense."

Wednesday's eyes flickered with a rare warmth. "We are both outsiders in our own ways. Perhaps that is what makes this connection meaningful. We understand each other in a way that others may not."

The bell rang, signaling the end of the break and the return to class. As you both walked back into the cryptozoology room, there was a newfound sense of ease between you. The shared moment had cleared the air, and the unspoken bond between you felt stronger than ever.

As you took your seats, Wednesday gave you a subtle nod—a gesture that spoke volumes. You smiled back, feeling more confident and connected than you had before.

The class resumed, but the conversation you shared lingered, a silent promise of something deeper and more enduring between the two of you. It was a new beginning, one where the past and present intertwined, creating a bond that defied the ordinary.

[lostgirl677]

Home alone

One-shot

Winchester Brothers x Little sister! Reader

Masterlist

Request : Heyy, how are you doing? I was wondering if I could request for supernatural:3Maybe something where reader is Sam and Dean's little sister (13/14) and it's set on the first episode maybe.So, basically Sam leaves her home alone because he's going hunting with Dean, she finds out just in the morning because he hasn't left a note or anything and she starts to panic, but then she calls them and they calm her down?It's ok if you can't or don't take requests, I Hope you have a wonderful day! Remember to take care of yourself:3

A/N: Sorry it took a long time. I really do hope you'll like it. Maybe it won't be exactly how you expected it.

My eyes slowly opened as the birds sang softly near my window. I began to wipe the fatigue from my eyes as I sat up in bed. I had the weirdest dream last night. One where Dean entered the flat by a window and took Sam with him to find dad. It surely meant that I missed my dad and my brother after four years without seeing them. And Sam barely mentioning them nowadays didn’t help. As the drowsiness of sleep faded, I became aware of my surroundings and noticed that the apartment was eerily quiet this morning. This silence could only indicate two things: either it was very early, or I slept in. By the window, I could see that the sun was already up. I then decided to check my alarm to finally know what time it was. It was 8 AM. At least, I didn’t oversleep. Stretching my legs, I got up and made my way to the kitchen. Passing by the living room, I noticed that everything has been left untouched since yesterday. The coffee table was still covered in books and notebooks as well as various uncorked markers left haphazardly here and there. It was curious, since Sam was pretty much the tidy type, unlike Dean and I. I definitely won’t miss the opportunity to remind him that for once I was not the one leaving a mess behind.

But weirder, when I arrived in the kitchen I saw various cups and plates left on the table and the sink. Sam and Jess would never leave such a mess behind them. But they were probably still drunk from last night. “Sam? Jess?” I finally called. The silence was deafening. I thought for a second that maybe one of them was in the bathroom. So I came to the bathroom door and knocked softly. “Sam? Jess? Are you in there?” But again, complete silence was the only answer I got. There wasn’t even a water noise or the sound of someone brushing their teeth. There was only one room left, Sam and Jess’s. Maybe they were the ones oversleeping? I finally came to their room’s door. As I approached, I immediately noticed the absence of snoring noise. I then knocked on the door. I was once again met with utter silence. Frustration was slowly building in me. So I slowly opened the door and said “I’m coming inside! If I catch you doing something unsuitable for my innocent eyes, I won't be the most embarrassed!”. But, once the door was opened, I only saw a neatly made bed and an empty room.

I let out a rather loud sigh as I closed the door behind me. Maybe they went to the grocery store, or the library? I refuse to think about anything worse. But they would never leave me without at least a little note somewhere. So,  I made my way back to the kitchen to check the fridge to see if they left me a note. But there wasn’t anything in the fridge door or anywhere else. My heartbeat increased with each passing second. Panic was overtaking me and the worst case scenarios ran in my mind. What if something happened to them? What if our old ‘lifestyle’ finally caught up to us? Anxiety was slowly overwhelming me. But I tried to reassure myself and immediately thought about the table next to the door. I practically ran like a maniac toward it, in hope of finding something. But my hopes were crushed when I didn’t find a single note on the little notepad.

My last option was the phone. Thankfully, the little red light was flickering, indicating that someone had left a message. I pushed the button and silently prayed. But when I played the voicemail, I noticed that there wasn’t any message coming from Sam or Jess. I tried to call Jess and Sam right away. But I managed to get voicemail for both of them. “Sam, please! At least tell me you’re okay. I’m anxious. Please call me back soon!” I was really having trouble breathing. I let myself slide down the wall behind me and ended up sitting on the cold wooden floor. The flood of scary thoughts came back to torment me.

I always knew what lurked in the dark. Dad had made sure of it since I was little. Hell, he practically handed me a dagger when I told him I was afraid of monsters under my bed. Thankfully, Dean and Sam always made me feel safe. Even if I was only their half-sister, Dean and Sam were always there with me and never ostracized me for not having the same mother. If anything happened to them, I didn’t know what I would do. When Sam left for Stanford, he took me with him, leaving Dean and dad behind. They were always on my mind and I missed them everyday, especially Dean. He raised me more than dad ever did. I often had nightmares where something bad happened to them. What if it already happened and Sam was the next to die? What if…? My fear overwhelmed me and clouded my mind with the most horrific visions of my family’s corpses.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the phone ringing. Without even thinking, I jumped and threw myself on the phone. “Y/N?” His voice made my heart jump. “Sam?! Where are you? Are you okay? Where’s Jess?” I blurted out in haste, almost out of breath. “Easy, Y/N. Everything’s okay. Jess is at the library. She probably forgot to tell you, sorry. She’ll come back soon. I’m…” There was another male voice interrupting him. I recognized it right away. “Dean?! Oh my god, Dean! I’m so glad to hear your voice. I missed you so much.” I practically screamed on the phone. I heard a bit of bickering when Dean took the phone.”Happy to hear your voice too, sis. I miss you too.” I could hear the smile in his voice. I never felt more relieved in my life. But suddenly, I realized that if these two were together, it meant that something bad happened. “What happened?”, I asked anxiously. There was a bit of silence before Dean replied “Well, dad didn’t come back from one of his hunts. So I came to your apartment last night to get Sam’s ass in the car and try to find dad.” So, I heard them last night. I thought that it was a dream.

“But, why didn’t you take me with you?” I asked and I knew that hurt was evident in my voice when I heard him sigh. “Listen Y/N, we didn’t want you involved in this. You finally have a normal life and we couldn't take it away from you just like that. It’s just another hunt involving what we think is a kind of ghost. It’s basically milk run for us. Soon, I’ll drive Sam back and you’ll keep living your life as if nothing happened.” “A normal life?! Are you kidding? I still sleep with a dagger under my pillow, just in case.” I heard Dean taking a deep breath. He was probably looking for a witty comeback , as always. But before he could answer, I heard Sam. “Y/N, we’re really sorry. But we didn’t know whether it was dangerous or not. We can’t risk losing our baby sis. Dean and I are going to be careful and I promise we’ll be back soon.” “We? Dean will join us?” I asked, hopeful. There was a bit of silence before I heard Dean reply “Well, we’ll see kiddo. It’s up to Sammy.” I heard Sam protesting at the nickname. “I just want to have my brothers with me.” I said, my voice cracking a bit. “I know, sweetheart.”, said Dean in a breath. “It’s a matter of days, I promise. We’ll find that bitch’s corpse, salt and burn it. We’ll be with you in no time.” He said in a reassuring tone. I smiled a little, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “What about dad?” I finally asked. “He can’t be that far. Don’t worry.”, said Sam. “Also, I’m sorry I didn’t leave a note. I didn't have the time.”, he added. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it. Just promise me you’ll both be careful and come back safe.” “We promise.”, they said in unison. “And please, update me whenever you can. I love you, goofs.” I heard them laugh. “Okay. We love you too, sis. See you soon.”, said Dean. And they hung up the phone.

I fell back on the floor, half relieved and half anxious. Trouble was definitely on the way, but at least, they were okay. I just had to wait for their next call. A sudden noise made me jump. To my relief, it was Jess. “Hey, Y/N! Sorry I didn’t tell you I was going to the library. But I figured that you would forgive me if I came back with your favorite pie.”, she said while shaking a bag. I got up and hugged her. She hugged me back while laughing a little “Wow. I know you love pie but not at this point.” She didn't know how  happy I was to see her. 

 Timeskip

Fire, fire everywhere. Jess was on the ceiling, burning and bleeding. I couldn’t do anything to help her. Dean had to grab both Sam and I before fire could attain us. Her face, her cries for help, it was replaying in my mind endlessly. I would never be able to forget it. 

Dean sat me on the curb, in the midst of the chaos around us. “Y/N, are you okay?”, he asked with a concerned voice. I vaguely nodded my head, still in shock. I couldn't even cry. I threw a glance at Sam. He was devastated. He was crying hard while clinging to me as if he was afraid I would disappear. They finally both took me in their arms. I missed that. But it was sad to have to wait for such a tragedy to finally have my brothers with me. After a moment, Dean sighed and  said “ I guess you’ll have to come with us, now.” And in no time, I was on the backseat of the Impala while Dean was driving to our next destination. 

@hobby27 @deans-spinster-witch

[dilvuc]

╰┈ chapter iii. | closer.

“This is where you could learn to read and write. I shall do my best to teach you everything I know.” Neuvillette stated, leading the taller male into the library. “These are books where you could read. It gives you information and stories you would like to read.”

“Books, huh…? I've seen children read them a lot.” [Y] mumbled, stroking Citali’s chin. “I've always been curious about it, so they read it to me.”

“You have such a soft spot for children…No wonder you're so soft towards the girls.” Neuvillette chuckled, strolling through the bookshelves to look for a book for the pyro dragon to read. “What causes it?”

“...I rather not talk about it…” [Y] mumbled as the tip of his hair turned blue. Neuvillette noticed and apologized for asking such questions. “I apologized for asking such a personal question. I didn't know that it would hurt you.”

“No need to apologize.” the pyro dragon brushes off Neuvillette’s apologies. The hydro dragon is grateful that the male has forgiven him, he must've changed or…was he always this…? Neuvillette spotted a specific book on a higher shelf. He grabbed the rolling ladder to use it to reach the book.

“So children had read the book to you. Have you read along?” Neuvillette asks as he climbs up the ladder to grab the book. [Y] looks away with his hair turning pink once again, “...It was hard…to see…cause it was blurry.”

“Oh? That probably makes more sense. You needed glasses.” Neuvillette nodded with understanding as he was about to grab the book, but his step of the ladder broke, causing him to lose his footing and fall backwards. [Y] flinched, “Neuvillette!”

THUD!

The melusine peeks around the corner to find out what the commotion was about after hearing books falling on the floor. They find something much more unexpected.

Neuvillette was being held in [Y]’s arms like a princess. The girls gasped with excitement as the two dragons stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments of time until [Y] spoke, “Are you alright? You're not hurt?”

“...I’m fine…” Neuvillette mumbled, placing his hand on his chest where his heart was thumping. Why is he feeling this way now when the two just have a truce? Looking at the pyro dragon up close, he realized how striking he is, causing the chief to blush. Neuvillette quickly looks away, “C…could you put me down…?”

“Ah. Sorry.” [Y] apologized before letting Neuvillette down on his feet. The pyro dragon reaches out and caresses Neuvillette’s face to check for injuries, “Are you sure you're alright? Nothing broken?”

“...Yes. I am unharmed. Thank you for the save…” Neuvillette looked away to hide his blush. “What is this feeling? This doesn't seem right…”

“...You should be more careful. You might get hurt.” [Y] mumbled. Neuvillette cleared his throat, changing the subject, “Ahem. I should place the books back where they belong.”

Neuvillette knelt down to put up the books and stacked them up in his arms. The girls watched as he stood up with the books in his arms. One of the melusine comes up with a plan and whispers in another melusine’s ear. The other melusine nodded and thumbed up.

“Goodness, what a mess…” Neuvillette sighed with disappointment as he was about to place the books back in place, but only to feel someone bumping into him, knocking him back against the [Y]’s chest.

“Oops, sorry Monsieur Neuvillette.” The melusine apologized, scratching the back of her head. Neuvillette brushes off the apology, “It's alright, dear. It was an accident.”

Neuvillette gasped softly when he felt the male gently grabbing onto his hands, helping him hold the book as support.

“Are you alright?” [Y] asked. Neuvillette blushed, feeling the taller male's hands on his own. The melusine high five each other for their efforts. The hydro dragon leaned off the taller male, “Pardon me. This is my fault. I must've been very clumsy lately…”

“Accident happens.” [Y] stated. Though his hair turned pink which didn't go unnoticed by Neuvillette.

“A…anyway, we should get to reading and writing.” Neuvillette said, changing the subject. How many times did he keep changing the subject today? “But first, let's give you glasses…”

Thankfully, someone has a collection of glasses for the taller male to keep. A pair of glasses with chains which made [Y] look more like a grandpa. Neuvillette sat next to [Y] and taught him how to read and write.

“It’s sorta like this…” Neuvillette pointed out the words for the taller male to write down. The chief of justice and the pyro dragon spent hours of working on reading and writing that they didn't realize that it's already dark out.

“My handwriting is still a little sloppy. Gonna need to practice more.” [Y] mumbled as he checked on his writing. He has spent hours writing over a thousand words by copying everything from the book that Neuvillette helped him read.

“You're doing just fine. You've been improving your handwriting while writing a thousand words.” The hydro dragon told the pyro dragon. “It'll improve.”

Neuvillette noticed it was dark out, “It appears that it's getting dark. We should head over to my home to get some rest.”

“Sure.” [Y] nodded.

Arriving at Neuvillette’s home, Neuvillette helped the taller male put on his pajamas. Luckily, it fit him and fit perfectly around his chest. Author-chan has a problem giving almost every [Y] big manboobs. They can't help themselves for some reason. Apologies.

“That'll do. This will be your room.” Neuvillette told [Y], pointing to the guest bed, “You'll be sleeping in bed rather than the wild. The blanket will keep you and the pillow will keep you comfortable.”

“...” [Y] tilted his head, staring at the bed. Citali leaped off his shoulder and landed on the bed, snuggled in the pillow and went to sleep. If Citali likes it, then he will. The pyro dragon plops face-first in bed. Rather than something hard, it's soft. “Ah…? Is this how it feels to be in a human’s bed? It's…soft…”

Neuvillette chuckled, “It helps you sleep comfortably. I hope you enjoy your bed. And remember to sleep under the blanket rather than sleeping on top.”

“I see. I'll keep that in mind.” [Y] nodded with understanding. Neuvillette nodded, “Have a goodnight.”

“You too, Monsieur Neuvillette.” The taller male waved.

“Just called me Neuvillette, [Y].” The hydro dragon smiled before closing the door, leaving the pyro dragon alone in his room. Although the taller male wasn't sleeping, he wanted to read and write some more. Since there are no books, he'll keep practicing writing. Perhaps practice writing Neuvillette’s name until he's able to improve his writing.

Thankfully, there's a desk near the window with some papers and a pen resting there, so he got to work.

With Neuvillette, he was in bed in his pajamas, unable to sleep after what happened at the library. His heart keeps thumping just thinking about the pyro dragon. He felt embarrassed that he wanted to curl up in a ball. The hydro dragon pulls the blanket over his head, struggling to forget the incident earlier.

“How could I let this happen? What is this feeling…?” Neuvillette whispered to himself before grabbing his blubberbeast plush and questioning it, “Do humans usually feel this sort of emotion? What is this called…? Love, is it? How could this be? We've been enemies for years then…we have a truce and now…I'm already having this feeling…”

“Just knowing him, he's an appealing gentleman with a gentle heart. This is…” the chief of justice trailed off before snuggling his face against the plushie, feeling this warm feeling picking up. “Can…two male dragons mate…?”

╭      ⁞ ❏. facts

┊      ⁞ ❏. the melusine will continue their mission to get neuvillette and [y] together, the mission shall continue!

┊      ⁞ ❏. neuvillette was gifted a blubberbeast plush from a certain duke

┊      ⁞ ❏. [y] was flustered after he captured neuvillette like a princess. he thinks neuvillette looks beautiful

┊      ⁞ ❏. [y] will sometimes wait for citali’s approval

[y] when he couldn't read:

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[http-paprika]

There Was Something Here Once and it lingers in the air

small town au / call of duty x female reader / taglist open / wc 2030 / warnings light swearing / no use of y/n / ship not yet decided / no beta, my grammarly hates me

making a place for herself in aberdeen is not without its struggles, and not without more problems.

She tugged at her light cardigan, glancing over at the fan that sat in the corner of the diner and questioning why they even needed it with how cold it was outside. A blank document sits open on the screen of her laptop, a promise to try to write daily failing miserably as she spent her lunch break away from the small public library. The waitress walks up, refilling her cup of coffee again and glancing at the club sandwich that’d gone untouched before hurrying away to attend to the other patrons. Mostly loggers finishing a shift and grabbing a bite, all dressed in worn down workwear, a contrast to the suits and ties she used to see on her lunch breaks before. 

In the corner of the diner, the doorbell rings as a new customer walks in. She glances down at her keyboard again, willing her hands to move. Hadn’t she been dreaming, talking, and wanting to write this novel since she was a girl? How many years in the making had she been plotting it up through tedious university lectures just for the actual act to be daunting, intimidating her with the idea of failing. 

“Oh, hello again.” The steady voice of the tow truck driver lilts through her ears, she perks her head up to look at Johnny. He’s still in his blue coveralls, but there’s a new, noticeable oil stain on the front pocket. “Never seen you in here before, mind if I join ya?”

“No, yes. I’m sorry, I’m just all over the place today.” She sighs at the admittance as Johnny sits down across from her in the booth. He grins at the waitress when she brings by a menu, greeting him by name. In a small town like this, she was sure it wouldn’t be long before everyone knew her name, and she theirs. Though, names had never been a strong suite of hers. 

“Yeah? What are ya doing on there?” He asks, nodding to her laptop and her face burns in embarrassment. She did not like to talk about her writing, there was something so private about it that opening up was like if she were to be completely exposed in the diner. Mortifying. 

“Work.” 

“Work?” 

“Yeah.” She nods in seriousness, trying to convince him that’s what it is. But Johnny doesn’t look convinced, a grin on his face as he smiles. 

“That’s the same excuse I tell John when I’m sitting on my ass.” He winks at her and that burning from earlier reappears. “Don’t worry, I won’t keep asking. If it’s private, it’s private. But, I am curious, what does a librarian exactly do? It can’t all just be checking in and out books, can it?”

“Well, um,” She blinks, trying to collect herself and find the right answer for her lunch partner. “Stuff.” 

“Stuff?” 

She nods at Johnny, swallowing the realization of how pitiful she is in conversations. Always had been since she was a girl, it made her and her father alike. Much to the disappointment of her mother. 

“I’ll have to come visit soon then and see you do… stuff.” Johnny decides with a boldness in his voice. And when the waitress comes to take his order, she realizes that that’s the way Johnny is. Bold, proud, and bright like the sun. It’s a wonder he chose to stay in this town, should he have spread his wings out anywhere else, he would’ve been a star. 

“Okay.” She says, her voice sheepish and low. A glance at her watch causes panic to hitch as she realizes her lunch break is about to end and she needs to hurry back. “I’m sorry, I hate to be poor company but I have to go.” Fishing through her tote, she sets down enough money for her meal and coffee. She takes another swig of the caffeinated beverage before shoving her laptop back into the bag.

“Don’t worry about it, you do what you need to do.” He assures her with another warm smile, she nods back slowly before the panic hits again, the bell in the nearby church steeple ringing loudly to signal the changing of the hour. 

Out of the diner, across the little square that marks the downtown of Aberdeen, her loafers dig into the muddy grass. Her breath comes out into little huffs as she hurries back into the tiny public library. The door whines on its hinges from the force she applies to yanking it open. She winced in fear that it would fall right off, but it slams behind her causing her to jump out of her skin. Claire, her older coworker, sits at the circulation desk and quirks a brow up at her, the thin-rimmed glasses she always wore perched on her pointed face. There was a similarity to a crow that she couldn’t strike down, the way Claire was always watching from those beady, black eyes left her uneasy. 

“Sorry.” She mutters, bowing her head whilst walking behind the circulation desk to her tiny cubby. It wasn’t much smaller than the one she’d had before, one little plant dying in a plastic pot, the postcard Beau had sent her, and one of those cheese motivational cat posters that a coworker from her last job had given her when she left. There’d never been much to her name, she didn’t have much growing up and never felt the need to want more than she needed. So, besides the boxes of books waiting to be unpacked in her cottage, clutter wasn’t something she acquired. 

“Enjoy your lunch?” Claire asks, walking up to her desk with a box of books from a different library in the same system. It settles on her desk with a thud, and she can feel the heaviness in Claire’s gaze. Her punctuality when it came to time today was not the greatest, first with the car slowing her down and now this. 

“Yes, sorry I was running behind. Today’s just one of those days.” She sheepishly responds, hoping Claire could spare a sliver of sympathy towards her. Hasn't she ever run late before? 

“Mmm.” The elderly woman draws her mouth into a thin line, her hands resting on her bony hips. “Those are the interlibrary loans, they need to be sorted.” 

“Of course. I’ll get to those right away.” She nods, hoping the old crow would leave her alone. 

After giving her a dirty look for long enough, the door to the library opens again and Claire’s attention is quickly drawn away to greet the patron. Grumbling, she opened the box, sifting through the different books. A stack was quickly formed for one patron, and an appreciation formed for someone she didn’t even know. Whoever they were, she was certain that they were responsible for keeping the tiny library open. 

She glances up from the assortment of books, looking over at the circulation desk where Claire was helping a young mother check out various picture books. From the few days she’d worked, the conclusion had been drawn up that only the elderly or young mothers stepped foot inside the stuffy building. She’d yet to see anyone that fit the description of loggers and frowned, they were a key demographic in Aberdeen but couldn’t be bothered to read. Back in the city, she’d done so many outreach programs to try and engage with members of the community that weren’t represented in the library. Perhaps that needed to be done here. 

“Claire?” She asks gingerly, stepping up to the circulation desk once the patron has left. 

Claire glances up at her, carefully pulling off the wired glasses and cleaning them up. “Can I help you?” 

“Well, I was just curious about our patrons.” She wished Rosemary or Clint, the other two people who held positions at this branch, were there for her to speak with. But they were out doing god knows what, and the question continued to persist in her mind. A determination to fix a situation had always been one of the few things she stood out for. 

“What about our patrons?” Claire sets the glasses back on the bridge of her thin nose, evidently not interested in whatever tangent she was about to embark on. 

“Do the loggers not come in very often? I’ve only ever seen one or two.” She says, voicing her thoughts. “Should there not be something done to try and bring more of them in?” 

“That’s not for you to worry about.” The response is sharp, almost painful with how Claire says it. Like somehow she’d suggested a foolish idea, one that would’ve been better never said aloud. “That’s Clint’s job. Focus on your work.” 

Dejected, she nods and returns to her desk, trying hard not to look over at Claire again. The crow had only grown meaner with any interaction she tried to strike up. What she’d done to deserve the reaction was outside of her knowledge. After all, she was a competent enough librarian if nothing else. 

“Do you ever visit the library on your own?” She asks Johnny, sitting in the small office of the auto shop to finally speak with John about her car. A poor attempt to keep herself from worrying about the state of the vehicle, she needed a running one. 

A flush of embarrassment crosses Johnny’s face and thinking back to the conversation they’d briefly had in the diner, the answer is clear. “No, uh, not since I was younger. I’m usually not downtown, don’t even think about it and definitely don’t read as much as I should.” 

She nods, not passing judgment towards his words. It was understandable, so many people tended to neglect the library, not even considering the public service. 

“What would change that?” 

Chewing the inside of her cheek, she tilts her head to watch as he thinks. Johnny fumbles with his hands, trying to decide on an answer that isn’t seen as offensive. She’d asked the question to hundreds of different people in an attempt to connect with the community. No one ever seemed to be able to give her a satisfying answer for change. 

“Well, to put it simply, the car’s fucked.” John states, stepping into the office and running a hand over his mutton chop beard. A hard day of work is visible in his stance, he slouches against the desk as he takes the time to explain the issues the car had. In his words, he was supposed it had run as long as it had with all the underlying issues she’d failed to notice in her haste to pack up and move on. “Probably be cheaper to look at selling it for parts and buying a new, well, used one.” 

She slumps in her chair, trying hard not to bury her face in her hands. Cars were expensive, even used cars. Moving wasn’t cheap either, she’d already spent what little money her grandmother had left her to help with the house note. Where was she going to scrape together the money for any sort of running car? 

“Hey, it’ll be alright,” Johnny tries to console her, putting a hand on her back as she drops her head. “I’m sure something will come around, right John?” 

The older man doesn’t say anything, lost in thought as she mutters to herself over financial stress. Wasn’t moving to Aberdeen supposed to make her life easier? Small town living sounded so idyllic until reality sinks in, problems hit. At least in the city, she had access to buses, even if they weren’t the cleanest and meant waking up much earlier than she would’ve liked to get to work on time. Here, she was reliant on whatever goodwill the people of Aberdeen had. And she wasn’t expecting much more after the grace shown to her that morning. 

“Right, John?” Johnny asks again, looking at his boss with annoyance. 

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” John continues to run his hand over his beard, clearly absent from the conversation at hand. His behavior causes her to finally sit back up and blink, confused as to what exactly was happening. “There might be someone I know who could help your situation.”

[pigeonpeach]

I just want to be the one you love

Jean x reader

A/n: not my best work but i tried. Enjoy!

Summary: childhood crushes finding out they’ve been in love with each other the whole time.

It seems like as long as you could remember that you has been in love with Jean. Hopelessly pinning that you would be by her side forever, that you would wake up each day to see her next to you, kiss her goodnight, lay on her lap, hold her hand, take her last name… You knew that such things were outlandish. She’s the Acting Grand Master now, she hardly has time for you. But you still find yourself reminiscing in the past.

Jean always was a social girl. Everyday she’d study then go to the library to study, then go down to the bakery in Mondstadt’s city to meet with her best friend: you. Life as a kid was easy then. Her little sister was just born but she didn’t have much time to play with her. She is just a baby after all. But you were someone she liked being around.

“Jean! Jean!” You said holding with you a basket. “My mom says that the library just got some new fiction books! Lets go check them out!” You grabbed her hand.

“Oh but my mom says I need to study more-“

“Just switch the covers! Easy!” You smiled.

“Actually that’s smart.. i guess as long as she doesn’t know… lets go then!”

If you asked Jean’s parents, they tolerated you for her sake. But they were busy at each other’s throats to care about her personal life. You fueled her curiosity and fed into the little rebellious spirit she had. Of course she was always careful. But oh how she loved sneaking snacks with you during sleepovers.

“Your house is huge! Oh my god you guys actually have like hallways!” You smiled as you walked through the Gunnhildr manor. It wasn’t like Diluc’s home but still you lived in a cottage at springvale, luxury is always surprising.

“I’m glad you like it. My Mom says that you can stay over for the night, you can sleep in one of the spare rooms.” Jean held your hand as she guided you through the hallways. It felt like you were a mouse, everything was so huge and clean. Everything was so tidy, fresh flowers in every vase, family portraits with gilded framing, and detailed wallpaper. You loved it.

“Aw.. what good is a sleepover if we aren’t in the same room.” You pout.

“That was just a offer, I didn’t want you to sleep on the floor. But we have to be careful because Barbra is a light sleeper.” She said. You nodded excitedly.

That night you two were too excited to go to sleep. You chatted about this book from Inazuma about these two opposing samurai ladies who fell in love and ended up married. Before you knew it however it was getting dark.

“That’s weird, we should’ve had dinner by now..” Jean said. “I didn’t even notice we weren’t summoned for dinner. I’m sure we can go ask the maids whats up.” She hopped off the bed, with you following suit, the two of you making your way downstairs. There was a muffled sound coming from somewhere. But it sounded like a argument. Instantly Jean stiffened. “O-oh… lets head back to the room.. i think there’s something going on down there.” She said. You noticed she seemed more down now.

“Oh! I packed snacks for us to share! We can have those if you’re really hungry.”

“That should work. As long as we don’t make a mess.”

You sat at Good Hunter now, where you worked now. Honey roast wrapped for later. A thought crossed your mind, maybe you could give it to her as a gift. And if she didn’t want it well Amber would. Amber loves meaty dishes. Your heart raced a little as you walked up the stairs, taking turns and turns to the Knight of Favonius headquarters.

“Say Jean, whats your take on love? Like what do you look for in a partner.” You two lounged on a blanket at windrise.

“L-love?” She seemed surprised.

“Yes. I’m just curious.” You added.

“W-well… I guess loyalty is one… maybe someone gentle and sweet. With.. a um..” she looked at you in a way that sent your heart racing for a moment. “Dedication… someone who would expand my horizons. Maybe a good chef, I always prefer meals made by loved ones.. What about you?”

“Definitely someone strong, chivalrous, like with you I value Loyalty and devotion. But I want someone really devoted, beyond normal means of dedication. Someone who would do anything for me, and preferably taller.”

“Interesting..” she said.

“Its been awhile hasnt it.” You said with a smile as you walked in her office. You noticed the look in her eyes as she saw you.

“What a pleasant surprise.” She sat up in her chair fixing her hair. Seems you caught her a bad time. Her hair was a mess and she looked sleep deprived.

“I brought you some lunch if you’d want it.” You said putting the food infront of her. She seemed quite hungry.

“Your timing is perfect actually. I haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

“What?” You said alarmed. “Jean what have you been doing to yourself! You can’t run the country on s empty stomach!”

“I know I know, its just it slipped my mind.”

“You should know better! You need to prioritize yourself sometimes you know. If you knew you were this deprived I’d have brought you a feast!” You sit across from her.

“Thank you, I’ll make sure to feed myself more properly next time.” Jean said. “So, how have you been?”

“The usual, around windblume is when business picks up. There’s lots of tourists these days.” You laid back in the chair. “Alot of the Knights come by too, but I hardly ever see you come outside nowadays.”

“Oh that.. I’ve been swamped with paperwork recently. You’ve heard of the dark night hero? Well he- they just attacked a relatively important fatuus and now they’re trying to get me to track them down.”

“If you ask me, I’d expel them all out of here. Tell goth it doesn’t matter what that pants guy gave him, we can’t have dozens of personel from another country occupying mondstadt!”

“Unfortunately that kind of situation is one Varka has to do.”

“that lousey… ugh. I’d tell them you’re doing your best but you’re not in charge of protecting them from anything. If they push further just bluff and say you have the authority to kick them all out.” You smile.

“You’re direct as always.” She smiled faintly. “Again, I can’t do that.”

“Well maybe what you need is a little break. Come outside! The weather is wonderful!” You said.

“I’d love to but-“ she looked up from her paper at you, for a minute, it felt like she was younger again, being dragged along by you to adventure she’d cherish afterwards. “Sure. Why not.” The smile on your face when she said those words, oh it cured her stress immediately. Your presence calmed her more than she knew it would. Feelings rising to the surface that she hid for so long. Yet… she didn’t mind it.

Jean looked at you, she just gotten back from training. She noticed you taking little peeks at her from your book. “I feel like I’m a mess.” She grimaced sitting next to you. “Its so hot out.. the sweat is practically pouring from me.”

“You look great though. I mean.. your muscles are coming in.” Gesturing to her arms.

“That’s good. But I’m parched, luckily i packed… oh no!” Jean opened her back to realize her bag was soaked. She quickly took everything out.

“Just lay them out in the sun.” You said. Luckily she didn’t keep anything too important in that bag. It just held her more comfortable clothes.. and now empty water bottle.

“Here have mine.” You said offering her your bottle. She took it.

“Thanks, i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“You would be fine. You’re a strong woman.” You said.

But you were wrong. The worst part about her job was waking up early, when she’d have to leave her wonderful dream behind. When she’d so comfortably be dreaming of you, her hands wrapped around a pillow. Those dreams were her favorite. Still Jean had to go on with her day. That was until she paused. She’d been in love with her childhood best friend for years now, years of subtly flirting and playfulness never coming to be… she was going to change that today.

“Jean?” You said, you hadn’t expected to see her at your door, at this hour.

“I- can i come in.” She seemed rather flustered. In her hands was the biggest bouquets you had seen.

“O-of course.” You said. She walked in, sitting on your couch.

“I-I have to tell you something.” She said, you sat next to her. It was still pretty early. The sun just barely having risen.

“Alright. I’m all ears then-“

“I love you.”

“Wait… can you say that again?” You felt a bit shy all the sudden. You had always been the more confident of you two, able to hold your own. But now you were flustered.

“I.. I have known you for almost my whole life, and each memory of you.. has been a light in my life. I’ve cherished every gift and every word you ever gave me. I’ve longed for you to be in my life forever. I want to grow old with you, I want to come home to you, and every moment without you has only made my heart grow fonder of you. In my sweetest if dreams you’re besides me in my bed, and then I find it hard to wake up. I find myself looking for you in crowds… when you visited me recently.. i knew I couldn’t hide my feeling’s forever. I- I am deeply in love with you.” She said. You paused as you processed what she said. Your own heart racing.

“Jean… did you think I’d reject you?” You said, noticing how she shakes and quiver. “I’ve been dropping hints for our entire childhood almost.” You couldn’t help but smile. You notice the relief in her face as you say so.

“I-i worried i was over analyzing things. I had always brushed it off because you were always so forward..”

“Maybe I should’ve been more obvious then.. but i love you too Jean.” Your hands in hers, you looked into her eyes with a smile.

“It.. I’m sorry i just… I’m so happy right now I can’t really think straight.” The smile on Jean’s face was akin to patch of sunlight in the rain. Her hands grasped yours firmly, she raised one of your hands to press against her cheek. “I love you. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You said, leaning into a kiss.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

I’m going to toss my hand in and try something new let me know if it makes sense. Also, I wasn’t sure what to tag so I tagged a little bit of everything lol.

Gareth was on book return duty. Taking a book from the over-growing pile of books, opening the back to check when it was taken out. Before going to the persons name and stamping that they returned the book.

Moving his ringed fingers up he swooped his hair off to the side a bit. Not sure if he enjoyed the middle part yet, deciding to give up on the product and just let it fall loosely down the sides of his face.

Moving he picks up the hobbit next. Tapping his fingers to the rhythm of a Black Sabbath song. While Eddie seemed to be going through a hard core Metallica phase Gareth was enjoying the stonerish vibes of early Black Sabbath. While he preferred Ozzy, Eddie enjoyed Dio more. If the Dio shirt sewn on the back his vest said anything.

Flipping the book over, a piece of paper falls out of the book. Groaning Gareth rolls his eyes as he moves bending down and picking up the face down page that had landed itself on the carpet. Kids really needed to fucking learn how to remember to pull shit out of their books before returning them because Gareth was not going to go on a witch hunt to return shit.

Glancing down he raises a eyebrow feeling rather impressed with the drawing in front of him. Looking around he was curious to see if who ever returned this book would still be here. He moves rolling back to the desk quickly as he checks who had the book last.

Will Byers.

The kid must have forgotten to pull it out, using it as a book mark. It was a pretty sick drawing of a boy. Who after a moment or staring Gareth recognizes as Mike. He snaps his fingers as he spins in a celebratory circle of knowing who it was. It was a very detailed piece of work, a little sad as he looks closer. Noticing scratch marks from where the pencil dug into the page a little to much, leaving not only scratches but little idents as well.

He carefully folds it back up, hoping that it wasn’t to weird to be carrying around a fellow hellfire club members portrait. Gareth had heard Will also played but it seemed like he was avoiding the club.

Who knows and who fucking cares.

Gareth decides to make an acception just this once. It would be a pity if this drawing was thrown away. So he uses his library access to look up the kids locker number. Abusing his powers if you will, as the stupid thing makes a soft beeping noise as it loads up. Rolling his eyes he slams the side of the computer a little before groaning loudly when he realizes he’s only made it go much slower.

Huffing to himself he begins to work on returning the other books. Forgetting about the whole thing until he went to shut the computer off. Quickly scribbling the number down and sliding that along with the drawing as he gets ready to leave. Picking up his flannel vest and sliding it over his shoulders as he picks his bag up and starts to leave. On a mission to get this drawing slid into the locker. But his plans are forgotten as Eddie stumbles in a run, nearly knocking him over in the process.

“What the fuck Eddie!” He sounds annoyed, glaring his best resting bitch face at the other who simply grins. Softening Gareth’s reaction just a smidge as he shakes his head trying to stay annoyed with the other as he begins to close the library doors. School had been let out almost a hour ago, so why was Eddie still in the school.

“I need your help, I have this friend right. And I’m trying to get him to read the hobbit. And well he has this problem. Where he can’t see the tiny words … and read at all because the words move. I heard there were talking books. Hypothetically where would I get one of those Gare bear.” His ringed hands are clamped shut, in a sign of pleading. He’s pretty sure the guy was going to drop to his knees and start begging for his help.

Gareth rolls his eyes as he pops the library key in his pocket. Forgetting about the two papers inside as he raises a eyebrow. “You mean audiobooks?” His tone is a smidge patronizing but that was just Gareths lack of self awareness when it comes to tone.

“Yes that!” Eddie snaps his finger as he moves to wrap his arm around Gareths shoulder, slowly beginning to move him around a bit. Ignoring the uncomfortable look the other has just for a second before quickly pulling back when he realizes his mistake. “Sorry Gary, wasn’t thinking.”

“Kind of hard to do that with no brain.” Gareth says in a slightly dull tone. He was exhausted and ready to go home. Curl up in a ball and watch Voltron or something that was really easy to digest because there was no working brain cell in his head right now. Something that was very typical of him after reading so many names in one sitting.

“Oh you pain me Care Bear. You pain me so.” Eddie dramatically tosses his head back before he straightens up a bit more serious. “Though where would I find these ‘audiobooks’?” He puts quotations around the name as he does a side shuffle down the hall so he could keep looking at Gareth.

“Hawkins free library, should be a small pile. If they don’t have the hobbit then you’re going to have to read it to this person.” Gareth says, grin pulling its way to his face as he watches Eddie grow flustered.

“No can’t do that, um- okay! Thank you Sir Gare’alot, you’re character shall have many rewards if this pans out.” Eddie salutes before he’s stumbling backwards and sprinting down the halls before a teacher caught him.

Gareth rolls his eyes as he leaves the school, forgetting all about the drawing until it fell out on his bedroom floor. Pinching his eyebrows together he groans as he realizes that he was going to have to return it first thing in the morning or else it was never going to be returned.

Which he does as he fiddles with his drumsticks in one hand and carry’s the folded paper with the other. Grumbling under his breath as he realizes the boy was currently at his locker. Silently pulling books from the top shelf as he gets ready for first class. Gareth should be to but this was something he had to do, his brain was refusing to let him back out.

Sliding up against the lockers he tries to muster his best Eddie impression but instead he ends up seemingly more bitchy then before. “Think you forgot this in your library return.” He says tilting his head a little as he holds the paper out between his two fingers. Watching the shy boys eyes grow wide, face blooming red as he snatches it quickly and hides it in his locker. Hands shaking and he looks like he’s about to piss himself.

Gareth realizes now that this situation could be misread, he really should start to look out for every outcome possible as he groans. Pulling his flannel out like a drug dealer with a trench-coat. Revealing the little rainbow pin that hides itself on his belt loop. Wills shoulders relax a bit as Gareth moves awkwardly patting his back.

“It’s cool man, but Mike fucking Wheeler?” He teases with a amused smile. “Way more sheep in the sea or whatever,” he grumbles a little with a soft flush to his cheeks as he stumbles over his words with the way the other looks at him.

“Freak!” A fit of laughter is heard right before Gareth is slammed into the locker. Groaning as he glared at the guy who did it. Moving to throw his drum stick at the back of the assholes head before Will stops him. Hand barley wrapped around his wrist to stop him.

“Not worth it man, only going to get your stick broken.” Will says gently as he lets go of his hand before stepping back a little closing his locker door. Gareth felt so embarrassed, heart racing as he wished he could meet someone new without some asshole ruining it for him.

“So, freak huh?” Will asks gently with a soft smile. “I don’t know if you’ve heard but I’m Zombie boy.” He awkwardly holds his hand out for the other to shake.

Gareth furrows his eyebrows before he decides the other wasn’t picking on him. Wrapping his hand around the other in a shake as he grins gently. “Sounds like we are from some marvel comic, freak and zombie boy.” He jokes. Watching the way the others eyes bright up with excitement.

The damn breaking as they both start to talk about everything and anything they can within ten minutes. Info dumping as much as possible.

So I set this up to where that it could be purely platonic greatwise with byler in the background or romantic greatwise with one sided byler. It’s up to interpretation (: for that, I just wanted Will to make a friend.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Byakuya Togami and Yandere Toko Fukawa

They choose you 

Whether you seek one of them out or avoid them entirely 

They cage you in

One of them seeking you out enough to entice the other to gain interest as well

If its Toko its an immediate enticement

That she makes quite public 

So now she frequents between following you and Byakuya

And for the record Togami is not jealous 

He’s curious

Who could be so much more alluring than him to shift the crazy woman’s attention

“Don’t misunderstand me, this is mere curiosity.”

Suddenly his new case-study is keeping him awake at night with worry

Is this how it feels when Toko pulls at her braids and raves about you being too weak

It’s irritating

He can hardly focus on winning this game if he’s worried about you

“M-master c-c-can I take them now!? T-they k-keep wandering away!”

“Yes. Make sure they join us on our…morning reading.”

“YES SIR!”

Toko is more likely to annoy you into doing what she wants

But if you have a high tolerance for her whining

Genocide Jill is more than happy to cop a feel step in

“AAAhhhh baby~ you turn me on honey~!”

This is the thing they seem to bond over because their idiotic dearest is far too friendly to survive the killing game without them:

“Uhm Toko did you need something?” 

Naegi spoke to the trembling girl in the cafeteria, the odd one out for the usual participants of the meeting. You didn’t look up from the breakfast you made not all that keen to interact with the nervous writer; leaving the others to deal with her. 

“Yeah! Did you finally come to hang out with us?” 

Asahina chimed flashing an amicable smile which only seemed to make Toko shiver and curl into herself. 

“A-a-all of you, back away! I-i don’t need you giving me your nasty germs while I’m on a mission for Master!”

“A mission? What mission has the progeny sent you on this time?”

Celestia pressed, ignoring Toko’s stuttering insult, as she continued to sip at her tea.

“N-not that its any of your business b-but I’m supposed t-t-to bring (Y-y/n) to M-master.”

“Me?!” 

You looked up in confusion at the girl, looking up to meet her eyes as they went from darting frantically to half-lidded and blushing deeply. Her shaken demeanor changed to something more…aroused. Hugging her body and shifting her thighs, a wide smile spread across her face.

“M-m-orning Master (Y/n)! Master Byakuya wants you to meet with him in the library!” 

“Eh?!” 

You tiredly rubbed your hand against the back of your head letting it drag to rest on your neck. You didn’t bother hiding your expression of exhausted-bewilderment as you scrunched your nose. Naegi looked on with sympathy as you slowly began to finish up your food, all under the intense staring of Toko. 

You eventually stood up dutifully throwing away your garbage even as she eyed the utensil you mouth had graced moments before. Walking to the door with a shake of your head and shrug of your shoulders you tried to convine Naegi, Asahina, and Celestia all of which had a range of worried and curious faces. 

“Hey. Beside me Toko.”

“Y-yes Master!” 

Forced to spend as much time as you did with Toko of her own volition you had a pretty good grasp on what she aims when interacting with you. After enough of the ultimate moaning and loudly admiring your behind, you’ve found the best way to keep her in check. You could feel her fingers hover around your open hand. You didn’t pull away, you didn’t have to. She already pulled her hand away holding it up high as she enthusiastically mumbled to herself. Speeding up you made your way to the doors of the library.

“About time you arrive. I sent the rat to obtain you hours ago!” 

Byakuya Togami sitting in his claimed arm chair, sneered from behind his lowered book. Squinting your eyes in curiousity before turning to look at Toko who was twiddling the tips of her fingers nervously. 

“W-well I-I d-did take s-some time t-to s-search Master’s rooms…f-for murderers of course.” 

Togami  groaned holding two fingers to push his glasses up as he balanced the book in his lap.

“That’s fine,” he waved his hand at an arm chair deep within the library. “Put them in their place and return to your post.”

“Y-yes Master!” 

She didn’t hide her pleasure about getting to push you to the seat, letting her hands wander even as you swatted at her. Only stopping when you were sat in the swallowing warmth of the arm chair. 

“So? What is it you need from me? Its awfully suspicious that you’d specifically call me out like this.”

The progeny flashed a devious smile, bringing his book up once more. 

“On the contrare, my imbecile, I’ve formally decided to ensure your safety. By instilling the efforts and capabilities of someone who’s killed before.”

“What?!” 

“Who better to thwart a killer than one of our own.”

You sat up, genuinely prepared to dart out of the classroom only for Byakuya to stand up, walking beside Toko who was nervously fidgeting. They both stood in the only path you could’ve taken but that wouldn’t stop you. For all the talk Byakuya was known for you knew he couldn’t actually do anything against your own physical prowess and Toko was hardly an obstacle. 

Seeing that you had no intention to stay he put his arm out not to stop you but to beckon Toko. 

“Alright bring her out.”

“N-n-now? B-but I w-want to spend time with (Y-”

“Toko.”

“Achoo!” 

Immediately Toko’s demeanor changed to one of physical insanity. Her tongue grew long, smile widened to accommodate and herstance was much more confident. You faltered watching her step forward to you.

“Whoooooo! Genocide Syo makin’ an entrance!”

“G-genocide Syo?”

Sticking his nose high Byakuya smugly explained. 

“Yes. Genocide Syo officially named the Ultimate Serial Killer has over 20 kills–”

“Hey don’t underestimate me?! I’ve got exactly 37 under the ground babes!” 

She darted towards you faster than you could dash, backing you into the chair. Letting her cage you against the plush cushion of the chair, you could barely register Byakuya’s gloating.

“We’ve decided to follow the plebian motto: strength in numbers,” He smugly stood there uncurling a chord and holding it taut as you met his gaze. “Stay still. This is just to ensure that you uphold this…motto.”

“So what?! You plan to–ack keep me here!? They’ll notice I’m gone, you have to realize that!”

You tried to reason, wiggling helplessly to evade the unafraid touches licks from Syo. Your struggling ceased when Toko or Syo pulled out a dagger-like scissor lovingly gliding it along your cheek. She nuzzled against your other cheek joyfully looking into your widened eyes.

“We can’t keep you here forever as much I’d looovvee to do that! Master says we just can’t ever leave you alone!”

“But then I can just tell-”

Narrowly grazing your ear Syo stabbed the scissors into the couch, making your heart beat in horror as you went limp to her menstruations. With you no longer inching away and her hand no longer occupied she squeezed you tight; holding your face against hers as she curled herself into your lap.

“I’d advise you don’t do that. You’d ruin the game that way and we’d rather you not get hurt while we have our fun.”

“Yeah~!And its just so much easier to get my rocks off if you’re not runnin’ away! Mmm! You’re so soft you just make me wanna~!”

“Syo”

“Yeah?! Are you getting lonely over there, Master! Want to join us? D’ya want to come over and hop on this–”

“Syo! The chord. Tie them.”

“Of course Master!!”

[the-mountain-flower]

The Exiled and The Outcast

 Chapter Four: Something There That Wasn’t There Before

The next night, Dainix returned to the fireplace. As soon as he sat down to light the fire, he heard a skittering on the floor beside him. He looked down to see something new: a small piece of flint alongside a smaller piece of steel.

“For the food.”

Dainix turned back to find no one else visible, but he recognized the voice.

“Thanks.” Dainix turned back to the fireplace, starting the fire much easier this time.

Falst let his presence be known again a few minutes later. It was risky, but he decided it was worth it to try and find out more about the unexpected visitor.

They seemed to know he was there immediately.

“Here’s these back.” The stranger placed the firestrikers on the ground in front of Falst. Then they held out another piece of food, something different than the night before, but it smelled just as good.

Falst took it gingerly. “Why?”

The stranger frowned. “I’m sorry, do you not like it?”

“No!” Falst reflexively held the food close, though the stranger didn’t make any appearance of trying to take it from him. “That’s not- I mean, why are you giving me this at all?”

The stranger didn’t respond at first, kind of looking like they were choosing their words carefully. “You didn’t try to take anything else from me, just the food. And I have enough to share.”

“...Thanks.”

Food in one hand, Falst grabbed the firestrikers- which he hadn’t expected to be returned- with the other, then began to run off again.

“I'm Dainix, by the way.”

Falst stops in his tracks. “What?”

“My name, Dainix.” The stranger- Dainix- responded. “What's yours?”

For a while, he contemplated not answering. Then, deciding there probably wasn't any harm in it…

“Falst.”

They repeated this little routine every following morning and night. Falst offered firestrikers, and Dainix would prepare food for two. Falst would accept one, then disappear.

Falst had stopped keeping as close of an eye on Dainix as he used to, doubting he'd find anything new at this point. He even ventured into the library while Dainix was still in there, though he didn't exactly announce that. It became clear to him that Dainix was looking for something in particular, though Falst didn't know what.

It wasn’t any of his business, but… well he supposed he could only live in proximity to someone for so long before getting curious. After all, Dainix wasn’t the only one here who spent a lot of time in the library.

One day, Falst noticed Dainix’s frustration at apparently trying to figure out the library’s organizational system. Falst had figured it out a while ago, though not by any intentional search, he'd just put it together over time.

This gave him an idea. One that might make Dainix's search a bit easier, and therefore get him out of the castle sooner.

Dainix entered the library again in the morning, not looking forward to another day of the same so far-fruitless attempts. He didn’t expect his search to be easy, but that didn’t mean he didn’t wish he could find something soon!

He didn't notice anything different at first. It wasn’t until he almost reached the study desk with a couple books still open, that something caught his eye.

On the side of a bookshelf, under an illegible label, were runes scratched into the wood.

Emissary magic: A-D

He checked the shelf in the next column over. Sure enough, it had a similar addition.

Theoretical: A-F

A cursory search revealed that the scratched-in runes marked all of the shelves now, including the ones that Dainix had figured out on his own already. Even the few with labels that were technically still legible but difficult to make out, had their contents translated onto the wood.

That night, Dainix asked an admittedly expected question, and Falst’s hopes of his attempt at helping going unspoken were dashed.

“I noticed the labels scratched on the shelves. Was that you?”

“Yeah. So?”

“Thank you.”

Falst shrugged.

“You've been to the library a lot?”

Yes. Falst tried not to get too attached to anywhere he stayed, since it was inevitably temporary. But, if he were to have a favorite place in the castle, it would probably be that.

He gave another shrug. “I've been here for a while now.”

Clearly smart enough to not push the subject, Dainix wordlessly held out the firestrikers for Falst to take.

Falst hesitated, then shook his head. “Keep it. I can get more.” He knew where to find some leftover supplies in what was probably the castle staffrooms.

“Oh, thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” This time, Falst didn’t bother to run away as fast as he usually did.

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Just pretend the alphabetical order thing works with the Aurora runic alphabet...

This chapter got done way faster than the last one huh… to be fair they were initially drafted as one chapter and got split in two, so it makes sense. Plus, I was stuck in a bit of writer's block for a while but recently started going at it and writing a lot, hence the almost-month-long wait for an update immediately followed by the next one being only a few days. Also the amount of writing I've been able to do makes me really happy :D This chapter reads a bit messily IMO, but this that ended up what was working best for the story progression. Don't worry, it gets more put-together soon. Remember to drink water, eat food, take your meds (if applicable), and get enough sleep. Love you all, and have a great [insert time here]! <3

[saturnsconstellation]

The adults are talking — upcoming (soon on Ao3)

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pairing: James x Regulus / Remus x Sirius

word count: 3777

summary: Pandora would bat her eyes at him. She had resorted to non-verbal begging, since the verbal option hadn’t changed the Black boy's mind. “I am not going to be your little experiment on this, Panda. Now, leave me to my reading, will you?” He sighs, but it was no use. The dark skinned girl was decidedly not going to back down. “But Reggieeee!” She begs again, her voice all but a whine, “It’ll only last a couple minutes! I promise it’ll be quick, I just want to check if this works!” That was true. Pandora had no interest in keeping Regulus a 6 year old child forever; She’s curious to know what he was like, sure, but that was beyond the point of her experiment. All she received was silence and an eye roll. Gosh he was hard when he wanted to be. From the corner of her eye, Pandora could make out two figures entering the library; it’s a pity she can’t listen to what they’re laughing about, they seem to be having much more fun than her. It only takes her a second to figure out who both figures belong to. Then, a thought crosses her mind. “What if I convince Sirius?”

Or

Pandora wants to test a new potion on Regulus, but he’s clearly already decided he was not interested. All until she brings his brother into the mix, and things go… a bit wrong.

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chapter 1

Pandora was running low on options. Evan had denied the mere mention of the possibility, Barty had laughed in her face, She was scared to even bring the idea to Dorcas, and now Regulus was staring at her as if she was insane.

“Pandora,” he starts very carefully, closing his book slowly to match his wary tone, “you want me to be the subject of one of your… demonstrations?”

“Correct.”

“In which you plan to turn me into a toddler?”

“Only for five minutes.”

“Pandora.”

“Regulus.”

He sighs, exasperated. The type of sigh always gave Barty or Evan when they were being a bit too insufferable for his taste. That sigh was never directed at Panda, which to her, was a half failure half success. “No.” He states finally, opening his book much faster than he had closed it. Reading from where he left off.

“Oh, come on Reg!” she pleads, clamping her palms shut, “I can’t use a rat on this one, trust me I would if it worked, but the subject has to be human.”

Without lifting his eyes, Regulus announces: “It’ll go wrong.”

“Do you really have that little faith in me?” Grumbled Dora, only to be met with a smirk and teasing eyes. “I hate you.” She groans, throwing her head back on the chair she was sitting on.

“Not more than I do.” Was his muttered reply.

“Merlin, Reg. I’m not serious.”

Pandora led her knees to her chest, letting both her arms wrap around them. Her long and curly blonde hair was a mess of a bun; she was procrastinating, always putting it back up when it fell instead of brushing it like Evan had demanded of her. One day, he was going to drag her back into her dorm and brush it down while muttering how irresponsible she was; just like when they were children.

The day today was quiet. Mostly because they were both skipping their classes in the library, but it was also fairly peaceful. Regulus was reading some old book he had brought back from the Potters that Christmas, and occasionally Pandora would bat her eyes at him. She had resorted to non-verbal begging, since the verbal option hadn’t changed the Black boy's mind.

“I am not going to be your little experiment on this, Panda. Now, leave me to my reading, will you?” He sighs, but it was no use. The dark skinned girl was decidedly not going to back down.

“But Reggieeee!” She begs again, her voice all but a whine, “It’ll only last a couple minutes! I promise it’ll be quick, I just want to check if this works!” That was true. Pandora had no interest in keeping Regulus a 6 year old child forever; She’s curious to know what he was like, sure, but that was beyond the point of her experiment. All she received was silence and an eye roll.

Gosh he was hard when he wanted to be.

From the corner of her eye, Pandora could make out two figures entering the library; it’s a pity she can’t listen to what they’re laughing about, they seem to be having much more fun than her. It only takes her a second to figure out who both figures belong to. Then, a thought crosses her mind. “What if I convince Sirius?”

That sure did catch Regulus’s attention. Unfortunately, not much of it.

“My brother? He’d rather eat dirt.”

It was Pandora’s turn to roll her eyes. “Exactly. If I convince Sirius to be my Guinea pig on this, you have to join. But, if I fail, I won’t bring it up again and I’ll get you that muggle book you want.”

“Pride and Prejudice?” Asks Regulus, visibly interested now.

“Yes, whatever that is.”

It takes him a moment to think. He looks between her and Sirius, who was swaying his hips to a song Peter was singing and that Regulus was too far away to hear. He gave in, ultimately. He would do anything for a copy of Pride and Prejudice. But not without narrowing his eyes and giving Pandora his ultimatum:

“You have until Friday to convince him. If he says no more than three times than you’ve lost. You cannot try and get him to agree through Remus or James. It has to be his decision, and his decision only, understood?”

“Yes!” Pandora leaped out of her seat, throwing herself at Reg and kissing him on the cheek with such force she thinks she may have bruised him. “I’ll be back Friday!”

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Sirius never expects the things that happen in his life. But he always had, somewhat, an idea of why they were happening. He’s gotten detention? Minnie found out about a prank they pulled the day before. Practical test he didn’t know was coming? He most likely slept through the lesson. Can’t remember where he put something? Well, have you looked at his things? Self explanatory. But Pandora Rosier appearing behind him with a rat's nest of hair, wide eyes and maniac smile? He has no clue why this is happening. Perhaps she’s gotten the wrong Black.

“Oh, how you’doin Rosier? Regulus’s reading over there.” He balances on one foot while his other leg is stretched out in front of him. His body is horizontally bent backwards so he can point at Regulus, who hasn’t moved an inch since Sirius had noticed him. Pandora’s smile continues big and unsettling as she fidgets with her bracelets.

“I know!” She chirps, “I’m here for you!”

“Me?”

“Yup!”

Sirius stands on both his feet again. Pandora was a bit smaller than him, maybe a bit taller than his brother. Her eyes are big and pale blue — ethereal, even — and she has dark brown freckles covering her cheeks and nose bridge. She was just as beautiful as her twin, maybe even more so, though they were both extremely alike. Sirius’s face contorts itself to demonstrate just how confused he is, “have I done something?” Is his first question. He doesn’t recall wronging either one of the Rosier’s, but then again, they could’ve been collateral damage from one of the marauders' pranks. The smile on her face tells him that’s not the case.

Pandora was shifting her weight from her tiptoes to her heels very quickly. As if she was trying her best to contain her excitement; it reminds Sirius of a butter beer bottle after it’s been roughly shaken one too many times. “No! Actually, I need your help.” Was her response, and Sirius doubts he’s ever been so confused in his life.

“My help?”

“What help?”

Peter rounded the corner. He had left some time ago to search for History of magic VOL. III; Sirius quite literally had forgotten about that, he had forgotten anything the moment he set eyes on the blonde haired-crazy eyed girl beside him.

“My help,” He explained, vaguely, to his friend; who approached him with the same book he had gone searching for.

“You’re help?” Peter turns to Pandora, then back to Sirius, “with what?”

“Well…” He’s caught up in his own train of thought, realizing Pandora hasn’t yet elaborated on what she needed him to do. Sirius most likely wouldn’t mind; Pandora was one of the nicest and possibly most interesting people Sirius had ever met. She was intriguing but also awfully simple; her morals were all based more on kindness and selflessness than logic, and sometimes Sirius wonders how one Regulus Black — selfish and manipulative Regulus Black — would associate with her of all people.

He turns to her at the same time Peter does, “Uh…”

Pandora’s smile got impossibly wide, and the sound that came with the fidgeting of her silver bracelets was near maddening, “I need you to be my subject on this project I’m working on.” She blurted out, almost too fast for Sirius to comprehend. Almost.

“I-“ Sirius opened his mouth once, twice, then shut it again. He whipped his head to look at his mate, who coincidentally had done the same with him.

Alright. Maybe he did mind.

“Excuse me?”

He was sure he had heard it wrong. He had to have heard it wrong. Subject? Him? What ever may have made her think, even for a second, he’d accept? Alright, maybe he did jump head first into dangerous situations and perhaps doing months of research and work to figure out how to illegally become an Animagi proved that point. But willingly taking one of Pandora’s potions was like playing quidditch without gear while blindfolded and under the imperius curse. You’re submitted to unbelievable circumstances, without knowledge to be of any use and completely out of yourself. He’d done it before and, Merlin, what he’d do to erase that experience.

For a second, her smile falters, but she puts it right back on for the big announcement: “I need you to take a potion I brewed.”

“Absolutely not!” Sirius all but shouted.

Beside him, Peter muttered something in between rushed laughs and ran off. Traitor, Sirius thought, but he’d have to deal with that later because Pandora’s face falls so fast Sirius could blindly believe he’s killed Evan. “What? Why?!” She asks, genuine sadness irradiating from her voice. Oh, now she’s making him feel bad; goddamn it.

“Dora- may I call you Dora?” She frowns and tries to reply, but Sirius doesn’t wait that long, “Dora, look. You’re a brilliant witch, and even more of a brilliant woman. And that’s the problem, you see- it’s not you or your work. It’s just that I believe I’m not qualified enough for the job. I’ll put in a word with James and Remus for you, though. Promise.”

Pandora looks at him like he’d just kicked a puppy and told her she was a disgrace to her father’s name. So he takes it as his sign to leave. It’s not like he remembers why he’s there in the first place anymore anyway.

“Sorry, Dora! See you around sometime!”

“But-“ The beautiful blonde girl tries to grasp his attention, but he’s already out the door and off to wherever the rest of his other friends are.

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“She wanted my help! Out of all people! Can you believe that Prongs?” Sirius sat on his usual spot on the table; stuffing his face full with the food in his plate as he explained, rather appalled, the situation he’s been exposed to in the library earlier today. “And then Pete-” he turns to punch the smaller boy, not too strong as to not actually hurt him. “-left me! you traitor!”

Peter, who was half way from finishing his drink, lets out a muffled yelp before cleaning his mouth with his wrist, “Oi!” He calls, laughing, “It’s not my fault! She wanted your help! Remember?”

“Well, you could’ve at least stayed for extra support, Wormtail.” James replies from his chair, smiling while taking a bite of whatever was on his fork. Sirius lifts both his arms, stretching them to point at the darker boy.

“Thank you! This is why Prongs is my favourite.” He confesses, only half joking.

From directly beside him, Remus cries, turning quickly to face him, “Oi!” A frown formed on his forehead as his lips began to make a slight pout.

“After you, Moony. Always after you.”

Marlene reached for a piece of grilled potato on his plate, Sirius let her. “So what happened later anyway?” She asks, mouth full of her stolen meal as she leans over her crossed arms.

“I told her no, said I put in a good word with Remus and James, though.”

“I’m good.” Says James, laughing loudly.

“Hard pass.” Remus replied right after, a grimace on his face. Everyone burst out laughing at that. James took the opportunity to try and take another one of Sirius’s potatoes. The long haired boy fought this time, grabbing his own fork and hitting James’s with it, forcing the other to retreat, laughing.

“You lot cannot leave my food, ye?” He let out, blowing a strand of hair that escaped his messy bun. Remus, on his right, noticed this a little too quickly; the taller boy put down his cutlery to fix his boyfriend’s hair.

“Can you ever do your hair like a normal person?” Remus grumbled, putting it back up, using the hair tie he had kept on his own wrist the whole day for when something like this happened. Removing Sirius’s wand, handing it to him.

Everyone seemingly ignores this, instead Lily asks “What was the potion for? maybe I could help.” Her beautifully painted nails were visible as she used her hand to cover her full mouth as she spoke. She was beside Remus, so Sirius had to bend forward to see her.

He shrugs, “Dunno, didn’t let her finish.”

“Sirius Orion Black!” James exclaims in a high pitched tone that resembles his mother. He stands up and leans forward over the table to give a hard tug at Sirius’s ear lobe, causing the other boy to hiss in pain. “That is no way to treat a woman!”

“OW! but-“

“He’s right, Sirius,” Mary, who is sitting in front of Lily and beside James, steps in. She doesn’t give him much of a glance when she continues, “Did you truly just… run off?” Mary questions, cutting a slice of her beef and placing it in her mouth gracefully.

Sirius watches everyone around him turn to face him, expecting an answer (even some other people, who have been eavesdropping). He feels his skin from his face all the way to his neck burn in embarrassment. “Well, when you put it like that-“ he mumbles, right hand on his aching earlobe. As if planned, everyone (including the eavesdropping students) let out a collective groan. Some even go as far as face slapping.

“Oh, don’t be dramatic!” He says, loud and clear so he’d be heard. “She came to me with a favor, I denied! It’s not that big of a deal, people! I’m sure she didn’t even care!”

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“He ran away!” Hisses Pandora, meanwhile, at the slytherin table. “He didn’t even stay to hear what potion! What a fucking-“

“Don’t beat yourself about it, Panda,” From her right side, Regulus had a big smile on.“He’s always been something of a coward.”

“You also said no.”

“But he didn’t run, did he?” Was Evan’s turn to speak, quickly taking his friend's side and defending him. “I mean, he did say no, but he didn’t run away from the proposition.” Her brother bit down on his fork, dragging in between his lips. Barty, beside him, gawked at that far too long for Pandora’s liking.

“I suppose…” was her only response as she forced her eyes away, and onto her untouched plate. She hadn’t even as much as taken a single bite out of it; after her failure today, her appetite had fled along with the midnight black curls of Sirius Black.

“You can’t let that ruin your mood, Dora,'' a smooth voice spoke from the side that wasn’t occupied by Regulus. Dorcas was braiding her newly brushed hair, making sure not to make the braids too small or tight. “Why don’t you eat a bit to relax? You always get caught up with your potions, you need to take more care of yourself.”

“But Dory-“

“I’ll have Barty feed you again.”

There was no more complaining. Pandora took a few bites out of her meal, then a sip out of her water, all while shooting a harsh glare at the back of Sirius’s head.

Obviously, her subject didn’t have to be Regulus or Sirius. It didn’t need to be anyone in specific, and she was sure if she’d only take the time to ask Lily, the ginger would accept in a heartbeat. But Dora couldn’t even get in the ratio of three feet before dissolving into giggles and running away; so there was that. But now, her pride had taken a beating. And Pandora wasn’t even the prideful one, it had always been Evan. Which explains his sorting into Slytherin, and hers into Ravenclaw.

Somehow the black haired Gryffindor had offended her, and not even she understood why; after all, he wasn’t the only one who had denied her request. All her friends had done it, which was precisely what led her to this situation in the first place. So why did she feel a tinge of shame and anger every time Sirius threw his head back in laughter? Why was she so upset? Had this feeling surged when he said no, or when he ran?

“Pandora, you’re starting to look psychotic,” said Barty, whose lips were upturned in a smile that made Panda wary, “I don’t mind, of course, but you’ll burn a hole through his nape if you don’t stop.”

“He ran!” Repeated Dora, obviously still upset, but this time in a grunt. She aggressively picked up some spinach and led it to her mouth, slowly chewing on it, then swallowing it with more water. “He didn’t even hear what I had to say!”

Evan, sitting directly in front of her, crosses his arms and tilts his head to the side. Brows furrowed as he threw her a question, “Well, what about reverse psychology?”

“Reverse what?”

Evan straightened his posture with a wicked smirk, one Dora has always admired. The first time she remembers her brother smiling like that was when they were 8. Evan had an absurd idea on how to jump through their house's second story window without getting hurt, and when she asked how, that was when he gave her this wicked, malicious half smile. Crooked and missing teeth showing.

The missing teeth were replaced by new ones, of course, but that did little to change the feature that made him so particular.

“Psychology. It’s a muggle thing. You mess with the mind without using magic.”

Barty’s mouth went agape, “You can do that!?” He exclaimed, both palms on the table, elbows bent as if he were about to abruptly stand.

“Yes. And actually, it’s fairly simple. You convince the other person that what you’re suggesting is a bad idea, then you’ll have them thinking about it. And everyone, especially Sirius, likes to do things that are a bad idea. So ultimately, he’ll give in.” Once Evan was done, he had Pandora and Barty with their jaws’s slack on the floor, Dorcas smirking; mildly impressed, and Regulus, always the negative and skeptical Regulus, rolls his eyes violently, “That doesn’t work,” he announces, looking back down to the food he was meticulously cutting, “there’s no way it’ll work.”

“You’re right, it won’t.”

Regulus pauses, looking at Evan with an eyebrow raised. “What?” He asks, just as confused as everyone else.

Pandora frowns; looking in between the two boys, who are seated diagonally across from each other. Evan props his chin on his palm, elbow on the table to support him as he looks Regulus dead in the eyes and repeats, “you’re right, Reg. It won’t work.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do, really.” Evan sits straight, eyes so relaxed it's unnerving. “I suppose now that I do think about it, it’s not that good of a theory. I mean, there is no way something that powerful isn’t moved by magic.”

From the corner of her eye, Panda see’s Regulus move uncomfortably in his seat, placing his silverware down and intertwined his fingers, “I didn’t say that-“

Evan interrupts, “I mean… it’s kind of like the stars, if you think of it. They’re magical and-“

“Stars aren’t magical,” defends Regulus, eyes narrowed. Pandora knew astronomy was a sore topic; it was one of the few things Regulus would take to the heart and defend with his soul. Evan knew that as well. Reg continued, hands still folded on top of the table, although right now they look far more threatening. Maybe Pandora should take his knife. “They’re celestial corpses with their own light. They’re composed of molecules of gas, hydrogen and other elements. It’s actually been explained by this muggle book Remus lended me.” Regulus is glaring at Evan now, all while the other boy is smiling kindly at him.

“But they’re floating around in space and they never hit each other, that must be magic-“

“It’s not magic, it’s science. Magic and science complement each other. And the stars do collide for your information.”

“And psychology?”

“Unrelated!”

“So… science can explain why giant glowing balls of gas float around in space, hitting each other, but can’t explain how the mind works?”

“That’s not what I-“ Regulus shut up, then opened his mouth again, just to shut up once more. Pandora’s eyes were wide open. Psychology may not be magic, but if it’s enough to leave Regulus Black speechless, then it was enough to at least give a chance.

“Think this is the first time R.A.B’s out of words, ain’t that right, Dork?” Barty laughs, drinking whatever was left of his water. Dorcas promptly ignores him; instead, she shoots Panda a knowing look, one that definitely meant she was to leave, right now. Pandora finishes her dinner faster than she ever thought she could.

Barty, however, was too drunk in love to notice any of this. Praises to Evan fell out of his lips like soaring water spilling from a broken tap. “Didn’t know you were that smart, Evy. Not that I ever doubted you, of course, but- I mean… a muggle subject? That’s beyond impressive.” The confession came out in a low breathless voice paired by a sigh at the end of his sentence. Pandora, who already knew where this conversation would lead, braced herself for the inevitable.

“Hm, suppose I should do you next?” Asked Evan, matching his not-boyfriend-it’s-complicated’s tone.

“Please.” Begs a very pathetic looking Barty Crouch jr.

“That’s enough,” Pandora chokes, abruptly getting up to leave. “I’ll talk to you lot tomorrow, I have something to do before I head up to the dorms. Dorcas,” Pandora gave her a kiss on the cheek before continuing, “don’t let Barty convince Evan to do anything stupid and Regulus,” another pause to place the same chaste kiss on a very sulky looking Reg’s cheek, also to quickly comb his curly hair down, “Make sure they get the dungeons.”

“No kiss for us, eh Rosier?” Crouch complains, pierced lips pouting.

Pandora was almost six feet apart now, not far enough not to hear, but enough to yell back. “Dory’ll kiss you goodnight for me!”

“No fucking chance.” Was the last muffled thing she heard before leaving the Great Hall and making her way out of the castle’s bounds. If she wanted to make herself unforgettable, Pandora might as well be prepared for such.

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Edit: THIS WAS NOT PROOF READ! ALL MISTAKES WILL BE CORRECTED IN THE ACTUAL FIC 😭

Okay so I felt bad for saying I was going to write a lot, but school is CONSUMING me 😭 this is only chapter 1, chapter 2 is in the writing!! Hope you guys enjoy this because I did not.

@adoringreg @eclipcesblog @moonywastakenn @barely-functioning-frog @theheartofthestar @staringathesunbabe @starchaser-shipper

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Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt16

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Marvin was back in the library and he’d been in that library for a week; reading, taking notes, getting annoyed, and falling into a routine of sorts as he did what Henrik said he was supposed to do and got settled into the House. 

He wasn’t aware of the time as he strolled between some shelves, taking a break from the current magic book he was reading and curious about what else the library offered. Marvin had already found the comics and manga Jackie had mentioned and, admittedly, read a few issues and volumes but he wasn’t going to tell Jackie that since he had a feeling his ears would be talked off. Maybe after he finished a series he’d mention it, but even then he wasn’t sure. 

When Marvin first ‘appeared’, as everyone called it, Jackie’s rambles were irritating but the longer he was here, the more Marvin realized it wasn’t really the rambling that got to him during that time. He was just on the verge of a mental breakdown at the sudden shift in realities and anything set him off. Now that he had accepted his new life, and had some consistency, Marvin discovered that he was used to Jackie’s excitement, hell, sometimes he found it…comforting. 

“These are romance books,” Marvin said to himself with a chuckle. “Curious to know who these are for.” He picked up one of the books and flipped it over to read the summary on the back. "God, this sounds so cheesy. Who reads these things?” 

“Hey, Marv!” Jackie’s voice spoke behind Marvin, but when he turned around, he didn’t see him. Marvin looked to the left, to the right, and still didn’t see him and he decided to look up a bit.

“Why are you on a bookshelf?” Marvin asked.

“Better view.” Jackie shrugged. 

“You must be a mixture of a cat and a dog.” Marvin chuckled as he returned the book to the shelf, accidentally leaving it so the spine stuck out a bit. 

“Would that make me like Catdog? You know the cartoon with the cat on one end and the dog on the other? Maybe not Catdog, since they’re two different people, so like a hybrid? A cat who barks or a dog that meows?” Jackie rested his cheek in his hand as he thought about it. 

“What about one of those little furry things you’re not supposed to feed after midnight?” Marvin suggested.

“Gremlins!?” Jackie laughed and bounced off the shelf, casually landing next to Marvin. “Did you know that there’s a scene after several Gremlins are killed that there's one in the background with a knife in them and they’re still moving? Like twitching and stuff which means that either it’s like slowly dying or it survives and that’s a whole different thing to think and worry about.” 

“I only know them by name, I haven’t seen the movie.” Marvin made his way back to where he’s claimed for his ‘researching spot’. 

“Movies.” Jackie corrected. 

“Are you putting those on the list as well?” 

“You have to at least see the first one.” 

“I guess I can handle that. Is this before or after the Twilight marathon?” 

“After. But we have to finish Avatar the Last Airbender first and we gotta watch the live-action as well. The show, not the movie. I wouldn’t put you through that.” 

“Is that our plan for the night?” Marvin was already tidying up and putting the last of the books on the coffee table.

“I’m actually going on patrol tonight after I get some dinner,” Jackie said. 

“Patrol?”

“You know, check around the city for signs of danger. Heroes do it all the time. You can join me if you want.” Jackie pulled his mask out of his hoodie pocket and put it on his face. 

Marvin thought about it for a second. He’s been cooped up in the House for a while, going out sounded like a nice break in the monotony. Plus watching Jackie bounce around and potentially singing his own theme song sounded entertaining to witness.

“Sure. Why not?” 

x~x~x

Marvin leaned against a street lamp, texting on his new phone, messaging the others on the ‘Septiceye Group Chat’ while Jackie was chatting it up with some ‘civilians’ as he had called them. So far, the patrol was just him and Jackie walking around the city. It was nice exploring the place when he wasn’t trying to escape. They got a treat from a bakery, tea and coffee from a cafe, they even popped into a frozen yogurt shop and tried a few samples before sharing a cup since they were beyond full by that point. It’s been a really nice and relaxing evening. 

You two enjoying your date~?

Anti’s text got Marvin to roll his eyes and he didn’t even respond. He tucked the phone back into his pocket with an annoyed huff. Marvin’s annoyance turned into a chuckle at the sight of Jackie casually holding up the largest fellow of the group he was talking to with one arm, holding them up like they weighed nothing. The others were all shouting in shock and taking pictures. 

Eventually, Jackie put the person down and the group were all laughing and saying he was cool. Marvin saw the brightness in Jackie’s face, the way he could tell that if Jackie was an actual dog, his tail would be wagging fast enough to cause a tornado. For a man who was likely strong and fast enough to snap the neck of everyone in the city in a matter of minutes, he was pretty adorable. 

“You all have a good day!” Jackie waved the group off, using that ‘hero voice’ Marvin caught him doing when he wore the mask. 

“Done with your fan club?” Marvin asked. 

“A good hero always has a great standing with civilians.” Jackie was still using that voice, chest puffed out and closed hands on his hips. 

“It helps when the hero is a dorky sweetheart.” 

“Well-I’m-I’m just-” 

And there’s Jackie’s actual voice. 

“Is it time to head back? The sun set a while ago and most of the shops are closed.” 

“It is getting late.” Jackie looked around and stiffened at seeing a woman strolling down the other side of the street. “Oh, shit.” He suddenly slipped away into a nearby alley. 

“Shouldn’t you go see if she-” Marvin didn’t get to finish before Jackie was yanking him into the alley as well. “What in the world, Jackie?” 

“She lives in the apartment above that store, she’ll be home in a moment,” Jackie whispered. 

“Why do you know that and why are we hiding?” Marvin used his regular volume and Jackie shushed him. 

“It’s nothing I just-”

“I will yell for her if you don’t tell me.”

“Marv, please-” Jackie’s eyes widened when Marvin took a deep breath and he waved his hands between them in a panic. “Okay, okay, I’ll tell, just don’t yell.” 

“Who is she?” Marvin lowered his voice to a whisper.

“She’s…I went on a date with a while ago. She called me a freak of nature that deserves to die alone and ghosted me.” Jackie confessed with a sigh and then tried to bury that sadness with a weak chuckle. “Not the worst date I’ve been on but not the greatest either. There was this other girl I went on a coffee date and she was really sweet but we just didn’t click and then this one guy-where are you going?” Jackie caught Marvin when he started walking off.

“I just want to talk to her.” 

“No!” Jackie held both of Marvin’s arms and tugged him back.

“I just want to talk, that’s all.” Marvin tried to free his arms. 

“With you, words are a lot more deadly than a weapon.” 

“I do have a pocket knife.” 

“Marv!” Jackie pulled fully this time and held Marvin to the wall so he could see him face-to-face again. “It’s fine. I’m over it. I just don’t want the awkwardness that would happen if she sees me, not unless I have to.” 

“Well, Mr. Fine and Over it. You currently have me pinned to an alley wall in the middle of the night, and you’re close enough that if I lifted my head slightly, we’d be kissing and it would be even more awkward if someone saw us like this.” Marvin waited as Jackie looked down at them and quickly held his arms up as he stepped away. 

“I just didn’t-I didn’t want you to-she doesn’t need-” Jackie’s blush was hidden by the dim lighting. 

“Let’s go back to the House and try to get an episode in before calling it a night,” Marvin suggested and Jackie’s body relaxed with relief. 

“That sounds really nice.” Jackie made sure the one woman was gone before leaving the alley with Marvin. 

Marvin held his hands behind his back as they walked, his fingers and phone glowing green for a moment before what looked like a small streak of green lightning jumped off his fingers and danced across the street. It headed for the shop Jackie pointed out and traveled up the wall, slipping through the crack of the partially opened window, and right when they were out of earshot, the lights in the apartment went out. 

A night of inconvenience while searching for new light bulbs would suffice. 

And what Jackie didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. 

[mama-qwerty]

for the wip ask game I am quite curious about “Chasing the sun”

Chasing the Sun is basically my Eclipse origin story for my verse. At the moment Callie has just rescued him from dying from an infected injury on his arm, and he's thinking he'll simply play the secret agent to get the goods on humans for his father. (Even though he's not quite sure why he's on Earth to begin with.)

Got a bit of the next chapter started.

“Mom?” Silver’s voice wavered a bit as he called her, and she turned to find him peeking out the front window closest to the door. Callie moved closer, giving his bristling forehead fan a quick brush flat. “What’s up, Bug?” A quick check made her frown. The Pearl Clutchers were here. A group of xenophobes who had paid her a visit after she’d taken in Silver, touting the utter tripe of “Earth for humans!” and generally making it very clear that the alien children who’ve come to call Green Hills home were decidedly and completely unwelcome. She uttered a soft grunt, before looking down at the hedgehog with a little smile. “Why don’t you head into the kitchen for a snack, huh?” she said, giving him a little stroke on the muzzle. His eyes flicked to the window. He wasn’t stupid—he knew these people. And he knew why they were here. “Go in the kitchen, Silver,” Callie said, her voice a little quieter and more serious. She didn’t want him anywhere near these people, or overhearing anything they had to say. “Take your friend with you. Go on.” The boy hesitated for a moment, before nodding and heading back. With a breath to calm herself, Callie opened the door and offered the group on her porch a tight lipped stare. “I was expecting you people at some point. I imagine you’ve got a book burning to get to later, so let’s get this over with.” Her comment was met with disgusted noises, and a few of them exchanged glances. There were six total, and while she recognized them from around town, none were any she would call friends. Or even acquaintances, really. One of the group stepped forward. Callie couldn't immediately place her name, but had seen her and her twin around town. Had a run in with them, in fact, as she and Silver had been shopping one day. They were both in their late 60s, at least, and wore identical frowns, their mouths pulled down and deepening the lines at the edges. “We understand you’re keeping a dangerous creature in there.” Callie cocked an eyebrow. “That’s an odd way to say ‘a hurt and lost child’, but in the interest of moving this along and getting you people the hell off my porch, let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” That drew another few glances, when a younger lady spoke next. “Is he in there or not?” Her brows furrowed, a look of annoyance on her face. “I think we have a right to know when there’s a monster in town.” Callie turned and pegged her with a cold stare. “He’s a child, and if you must know, yes, I’m looking after him. I fail to see why that’s any concern of yours.” “The safety of our children is our concern,” she replied, her eyes flicking down to the bandage on Callie’s arm. “He injured you. What’s to stop him from going after any of us? Our children?” “He bit me because he was delirious with fever and an infection that nearly cost him his life,” Callie said, and kept from speaking through gritted teeth by sheer will. These people really got her ire up. “He has done nothing threatening since.” “He’s a danger!” the woman said, and Callie finally placed her as the mother to one of the brats who came to the library every week. “He should be muzzled, at the very least! For all our safety!” There was a murmur of agreement behind her, and Callie took a small step forward, ready to bite steel and spit nails. “Your precious little Jacob bit me three times last month,” she said, her voice tight and sharp. “I assume his muzzle is on order?”

My girl has no time or patience for this bullshit.