#FINALLLLLLYYYY

[jackinalex]

I read the read more about your tags and I do agree with you 100% and it’s like if there was a time like he mentioned them in a hotel room and he wanted more out of Alex than he got it’s like why didn’t you tell him how you felt then because Alex was into him then as well and I agree after all that happened instead of jumping straight into the marriage talk to your partner tell them what happened or even maybe postpone the marriage until you can decide what you really want especially when you have another option who arguably is probably better for you but I’m also biased

Lol, I'm also biased, but I feel ya! The problem here is a severe lack of communication (which men are so often guilty of). At some point, maybe they'll learn how to talk openly and honestly, but until then...we shall see.

[biidisaster99]

Tu Insan nhi, INSANE hai isiliye!

Bhai. Hum sari raat soye nahi, Ek dusre ko kaha kaha mehendi lagayi, Maggie banaya 4 baje, 12 baje sandwich khaya, maine ek bada wala dark chocolate (Akeley khaya btw) and ek redbull and ek hell piya, puri raat antakshari khela, jamming kiya and record kiya. Fir finally 7-8 baje soye.

Lekin main??? Main uth jati hu 9:30 ko, to continue my mehendi. Matlab. Kya insan hu main??? Main insan hu bhi?? Mere dost ghode baich ke so rahe hain, main love dose pe vibe per rahi hu, mera dono haath dard ker raha gain. Lekin fir bhi. Fir bhi main mehendi bana rahi hu.

Kyu???

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Infernal Shadows 06.

Synopsis: Being one of the most powerful overlords in Hell, you like to keep up with colonies and overlord plans. Recently with the new extermination date out, you hold your annual gala sooner than usual. You hadn’t expected to get in the middle of the already heated feud between the Radio Demon and the head of Vox Tech.

Warnings: She/Her pronouns used for the reader, mentions of blood, voodoo?, Angel Dust being a horn-bag, Reader is referred too as Madame to the public. Vox and Alastor feud because I live for it. SOME ROMANCEEEEEEE BECAUSE I DIDNT BUILD THIS STORY UP FOR NOTHINGGGGGGGG and they KISSSS AT THE ENDDDDDDDD, Madame being stubborn and not wanting to open up, alastor being a unconventional flirt, other overlords wanting to fight Madame, fighting, THEY KISSSED FINALLLLLLYYYY RAHHHHHHH ROMANCE CHAPTERRRRRRRRRRR RAHHHHHHHHH ENJOYYYY RAHHHHHHHHHH

A/N: IM BACCCKKKK WITH ANOTHER CHAPAPPPTTERRRRRR, I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY AND THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO STILL KEEPS UP WITH THIS STORY I LOVE YOU SOSOSOOOSOSOOSOSOS SOOOOOO MUCH THANK YOU ENDLESSLY FOR THE SUPPORT I CANT THANK YOU ENOUGH!!!! IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS CHAPTER SO THIS IS SHORT BUT YEAH ENJOY!!! As for the taglist, I’m afraid it’s closed as of right now, just because I physically cannot tag anymore people on these posts, so I’ll try to figure something out with that!

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Alastor wandered through the dimly lit corridors of his domain, his thoughts consumed by the recent encounter with Madame. The battle had been a humbling reminder of his own limitations—something he wasn't accustomed to facing. Despite his confidence and power, Madame had proven to be a formidable opponent, one whose control over shadows and icy demeanor had far exceeded his expectations.

As he moved through his radio tower, the events of their confrontation replayed in his mind. He had approached her with the usual bravado, fully expecting to bring her down like all the other overlords he’d bested. But she had met him with a calm, almost eerie composure, deflecting his every move with an ease that unsettled him. He could still hear the sound of his staff shattering under her attack, the unpleasant screech of static in his own mind as she sent him back to the Pride Ring with little more than a thought.

It wasn't just her power that gnawed at him—it was the way she had affected him. Alastor was used to being in control, to dictating the flow of events, but something about Madame had stirred feelings he didn’t want to acknowledge. She was cold, calculating, and impossibly strong, and yet... there was an allure to her that he found difficult to ignore. It was a weakness, one that he despised, but it was there nonetheless. He felt if he ignored it, it would go away. All he needed to do was to be stronger—better. Then she’d crack under him, make her the newest voice of his broadcast, make her feel so little the way she had done to him.

As he pondered over these thoughts, Alastor was brought back to the present with the realization that the meeting with the other overlords was quickly approaching. These meetings were a regular occurrence, held every few months, and were crucial to maintaining the balance of power in Hell. They were a time for the most powerful and influential figures to discuss territory, strategies, and alliances. Alastor had never missed one, and he had no intention of starting now, especially not with the recent developments concerning Madame. Maybe he could find the next overlord he could to dethrone.

Arriving at the grand hall where the meetings were held, Alastor made his entrance with his usual arrogance, his presence immediately commanding attention. The room buzzed with the energy of powerful entities discussing territory, power, and politics. Alastor mingled easily, his charm masking the storm of thoughts still brewing from his encounter with Madame. He decided to try pushing their little petty fight to the back of his mind for now.

But as the discussions swirled around him, the grand doors suddenly swung open, their creak cutting through the noise like a knife. The room fell silent as every head turned toward the entrance. The air felt cold, chilling, and the energy in the air swirled of death. Like if a reaper had come back to kill them all a second time. Madame stepped into view, her presence electrifying the air. The shadows clung to her like a living entity, her authority almost tangible. The surprise among the gathered overlords was immediate—Madame’s arrival at such a meeting was nothing short of shocking. She was never one who cared to mingle outside of her own will, and despite being advised to attend these meetings, it was rare she’d ever come.

Alastor’s eyes locked onto her, his usual smirk straining as he took in the sight. Her presence had instantly shifted the dynamics of the room. This was no ordinary gathering now; it was a battlefield, and Madame had just declared herself a major player. Alastor had never felt so small before, even in a room where some would say he had a target on his back. She made him feel like biggest loser in a game of chess. He hated this feeling.

His mind raced as he watched her, the earlier feelings of unease mingling with something deeper. He couldn’t shake the effect she had on him. This meeting was supposed to be about power, about control, but as she moved with that same eerie composure through the room, Alastor knew that his own feelings were becoming just as much a part of the game as anything else. This felt different, like something he couldn’t fight.

As Madame strode into the grand hall, her entrance caused an immediate stir among the gathered overlords. The room fell into a stunned silence, all eyes drawn to her commanding presence. The shadows that cloaked her seemed to deepen, adding an air of mystery and authority to her arrival.

A tall, imposing figure was the first to break the silence, his voice tinged with a note of surprise and curiosity. “Madame, what a surprise,” he said, his tone careful but laced with underlying tension. Even he was nervous. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your presence here?”

Madame’s gaze swept across the room, her eyes cold and unyielding. “Pleasure is not the word I would use,” she replied, her voice smooth and controlled. “I believe it is time for a new alignment of power. The affairs of Hell are shifting, and I intend to make my influence known.” She said, her eyes shifting to the other overlords in the room. It was deathly silent.

A smaller, serpentine overlord slithered closer, suspicion narrowing his eyes. “And why should we welcome you here, Madame? You’ve always preferred your isolation. What has brought you to our gathering now?”

Madame’s expression remained inscrutable. “Times change, and so must we. I am here to ensure that my interests are represented. The dynamics of Hell are evolving, and I intend to be at the forefront of these changes. You should know me better than this by now, or so I’d hope.”

Another overlord with a severe demeanor stepped forward, her voice sharp with authority. “You have been a formidable force in the Pride Ring, Madame, but this is not your usual territory. What exactly are you proposing?”

Madame’s eyes met hers with unwavering resolve. The woman almost shrieked when Madame had turned almost too quickly to face her. “I propose that we reconsider our alliances and strategies. The balance of power is in flux, and I have no intention of being left behind. If any here believe they can dictate the future without considering my position, they will find themselves gravely mistaken.” Madame said, and at this, her eyes finally met Alastor. It seemed as though their little fight had pulled Madame out of her long dug out grave.

The assembled overlords exchanged uneasy glances. Madame’s arrival and her clear assertion of power had shifted the atmosphere in the room. Alastor, observing the exchange from a comfortable distance, felt the tension rise. He was drawn to her presence, not just as a rival but as something more—a feeling he found unsettling. He couldn’t deny the pull of attraction he felt toward her, but it clashed violently with his usual sense of lost control. It made him uneasy, this mix of admiration and something dangerously close to affection. But it seemed she was proving to be quite the ally.

He had heard tales of her power, of her cold demeanor and strong will, but seeing it firsthand stirred something unexpected within him. It wasn’t just respect for her strength; there was an undercurrent of desire, something he had never allowed himself to feel before. And he hated it. Hated that she, of all beings, could make him feel this way. It was a weakness, and Alastor despised weakness.

Yet, as she spoke with such calm authority, claiming her place among them, he couldn’t help but be fascinated. There was a part of him that wanted to test her, to push her limits, to see just how cold and powerful she truly was. But another part, the part he tried to suppress, wanted something more—to know her, to understand who was under all this power.

The tall overlord who had first spoken tried to regain his composure. “Very well, Madame. We will hear what you have to say. But know this: the balance of power here is delicate, and any attempt to disrupt it will be met with resistance.”

Madame inclined her head slightly, a gesture of acknowledgment. “I understand the stakes. Rest assured, my intention is not to disrupt, but to integrate my influence into the existing framework. The changes will benefit all, or none.” She said, looking around before landing back onto the previous overlord. “Though I wouldn’t mind a good fight. I haven’t had one in quite some time.”

A good fight? Had he really made himself look like that much of a fool? Her words angered him, and he fought hard not to attack her right then and there. But who knew what the other overlords would do. Alastor had a feeling he wasn’t the only one considering attempting to make her his new ally. She seemed like a sure asset to survival. Alastor remained silent, his mind racing with thoughts he wasn’t accustomed to having. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like that she had this effect on him. But as much as he tried to push those feelings down, he knew they were there, lingering just beneath the surface, making him question his own intention.

After the meeting, the grand hall slowly emptied as the overlords departed, leaving behind only the first overlord and Madame. The tension in the air was palpable as the first overlord turned to her, his gaze sharp and probing.

“You don’t usually involve yourself in these meetings,” he remarked, his tone laced with suspicion. “What do you really want, Madame? What brings you here now, after all this time?”

Madame’s expression remained unreadable, her eyes cold as they met his. “Perhaps it’s because you’ve failed to keep your so-called allies under control,” she replied smoothly. “There’s been a shift in the balance of power, and it seems you’re struggling to maintain it.”

The first overlord bristled at her words, his jaw tightening. “What they do doesn’t concern you. My goal is to keep us all in power, and I’m doing what needs to be done.”

“Are you?” Madame’s voice was calm, almost dismissive. “Because from where I’m standing, it seems like you’re losing your grip. I, on the other hand, have no such difficulties. Power comes naturally to me, and I don’t need to rely on unstable alliances to keep it.”

Her words cut deep, and the first overlord’s face flushed with anger. Without another word, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving Madame alone in the echoing silence of the grand hall.

After the overlord had stormed out, Madame lingered in her positing in the meeting room, her thoughts a complex web of plans and calculations. The conversation had been revealing; it was clear that the balance of power was more fragile than anyone wanted to admit. The idea of aligning herself with these other overlords seemed increasingly unnecessary. She could sense the cracks in their unity from a mile away and knew that exploiting those weaknesses would be far more effective.

But she wasn’t truly alone.

Alastor had been listening, concealed in the shadows, his presence undetected by either of them. He had heard every word of their exchange, and now, as the first overlord’s footsteps faded, he decided to make his presence known.

Stepping out from the darkness, Alastor’s voice broke the silence. “You’ve certainly made quite the impression tonight.”

Madame didn’t flinch at the sound of his voice. Instead, she turned to face him, her expression as inscrutable as ever. “And you’ve been eavesdropping,” she noted coolly.

Alastor smiled, though there was a hint of something darker beneath it. “Curiosity is one of my many vices,” he admitted, his eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded her. “But I must say, you’ve surprised me, Madame. Not many can make him lose his composure like that.”

Madame remained silent for a moment, studying him with a measured gaze. “What do you want, Radio Demon?” she asked finally, her tone devoid of warmth.

He tilted his head slightly, pretending to consider her question. “Oh, just a chat between acquaintances. Perhaps over dinner?”

Her answer was immediate and firm. “No.”

Unfazed, Alastor took a step closer, his smile unwavering. “Are you sure? I might know something that could be of interest to you.”

Madame’s eyes narrowed, her suspicion evident. “I said no.”

But Alastor didn’t retreat. Instead, he moved closer still, until he was near enough to feel the chill radiating from her. He could sense the coldness of her aura, a stark contrast to the warmth of his own presence. His nerves prickled with a faint anxiety, but he concealed it behind his ever-present grin.

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Business, of course. And who knows? You might just hear something you’ve been curious about.”

Madame studied him for a long moment, her gaze piercing. Finally, she relented, though her tone remained cool and businesslike. “Fine. This is strictly for business.”

With that, the tension between them shifted, an agreement made but far from trust. As they prepared to leave the room, Alastor couldn’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation. This was just the beginning, and though Madame remained an enigma, he was determined to unravel her secrets, one way or another, wether she liked it or not.

Later that evening, as the darkness settled over Hell’s Pride Ring, Alastor arrived at Madame’s grand estate. The ominous shadows that seemed to live within the very walls of her home barred his entrance, forcing him to wait outside. He stood there, outwardly composed, but the anticipation was a slow burn beneath his skin.

The front door creaked open, and for once, she chose to step outside rather than melt into the shadows. The sight of her made him still, his usual suave demeanor faltering as he took in her appearance. Madame was clad in a sleek, all-black ensemble that hugged her form elegantly. The way the fabric moved with her, dark and fluid, almost like the shadows she commanded, made it seem as if she was an extension of the night itself.

Alastor's sharp red eyes traced every detail, from the delicate curve of her neck to the way the dim light glinted off her attire. For a moment, he fought to keep his usual control, but the sight of her was... disarming. She was a vision of power, one that both thrilled and unnerved him. He began to wonder if having thoughts of Madame in, other ways, were something his mother would approve of. He wasn’t raised to be so, ungentlemanly.

"You look... stunning, if I may say," Alastor remarked, his voice laced with a gentlemanly charm that barely concealed the genuine admiration beneath. There was a subtle flirtation in his tone, something almost out of character for the Radio Demon, but then again, Madame had a way of bringing out what lay beneath his facade. She felt a proud sense in this moment.

Madame paused, her gaze cool and assessing, yet something softened in her eyes. A slight smile tugged at her lips—just the faintest hint of amusement or perhaps acknowledgment of his words. "Be quiet, Radio Demon," she replied, her tone as sharp as ever, but there was no real bite to it. The smile remained, even if just for a moment, before she turned away, signaling the beginning of their 'business' evening.

As Madame stepped closer, her calm demeanor unwavering, she glanced at Alastor with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “So, where exactly are we dining tonight?” she asked, her tone as measured as ever.

Alastor’s smile widened, an air of mischievousness dancing behind his eyes. “I do hope you enjoy venison,” he replied, his voice smooth. Before Madame could respond, Alastor extended his hand slightly, and with a mere flick of his wrist, the shadows around them swirled and engulfed them both in an instant. The world shifted, and they reappeared at a secluded, upscale restaurant deep within the Pride Ring.

As they materialized at their destination, Madame found herself standing on a balcony overlooking a secluded, upscale restaurant nestled deep within the Pride Ring. The restaurant was lit with soft lanterns, casting a gentle glow across the water. The air was thick with the scent of rich spices and sizzling meat, the restaurant’s specialty.

Alastor kept a polite distance from Madame as they walked to their table, though his eyes couldn’t help but wander to her from time to time. "I trust you enjoy venison?" he asked casually, glancing at her to gauge her reaction.

Madame didn’t miss a beat. “It’s acceptable,” she replied, her tone even. “But I’m more interested in why you chose this particular place. Seems a bit... quaint for an overlord.”

A small, knowing smile played on Alastor’s lips. “Ah, but that’s the charm of it, isn’t it? A little pocket of calm in the midst of all the chaos. I find it helps... clear the mind.”

Madame’s eyes briefly scanned the surroundings, taking in the dark wood paneling and the warm glow of the lanterns that lined the walls. “I suppose even demons need a break from the constant power struggles,” she mused, though her voice held a hint of skepticism.

Alastor chuckled softly as they continued following the host. “Indeed. And besides,” he added, lowering his voice slightly as he leaned in just a fraction closer, “it’s not often I get to dine with such... intriguing company.”

Madame shot him a sidelong glance, her expression unreadable. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Alastor,” she said, though there was the faintest trace of a smirk on her lips.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied smoothly, his grin widening as they stepped out onto the balcony. The cool air of the night greeted them, and the view of the pond below made for a striking backdrop. The host gestured to their table, positioned at the edge of the balcony, was isolated from the other diners, giving them an unexpected sense of privacy. The atmosphere was intimate, almost deceptively so, as if the very setting was designed to disarm and enchant.

Madame paused for a moment, taking in the scene before her. It was, as Alastor had described, a little pocket of calm. But she knew better than to be lulled by the surface. “Interesting choice,” she remarked, allowing a hint of approval to seep into her voice.

Alastor pulled out her chair with a flourish, his smile never faltering. “I’m glad you think so. I find it’s always worth it to seek out the unexpected.”

Madame allowed herself a slight nod as she took her seat. “We’ll see if it’s worth it,” she said, her tone measured, as Alastor took his place across from her. Despite the seemingly relaxed atmosphere, the undercurrent of their conversation was anything but casual. Both knew that this dinner, like everything else in Hell, was a game of strategy—one where neither could afford to lose.

As they settled into their seats, a server approached with a polite smile, ready to take their order. Alastor gestured for Madame to order first, but she simply nodded at the server, her expression impassive.

“I’ll have whatever you think is the best dish on the menu,” Madame said, her tone decisive, as if challenging the server to impress her.

The server blinked, slightly taken aback but quickly recovered. “Very well, Madame. We’ll make sure it’s something special,” they replied before turning to Alastor.

“And for you, sir?”

“I’ll have the venison,” Alastor responded smoothly, handing the menu back with a courteous nod. “Prepared exactly as the chef recommends.”

The server took their menus and bowed slightly before retreating, leaving the two of them alone on the balcony, the soft sounds of the night providing a serene backdrop. The silence between them stretched on for a moment, each absorbed in their own thoughts.

It was Alastor who finally broke the silence, his tone casual but with a hint of something more. “You know, Madame, you don’t have to keep calling me ‘Radio Demon.’ It’s Alastor. A simple name for a not-so-simple demon.”

Madame looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as if weighing his words. “I’m surprised you’d share something so personal,” she replied, her voice cool and measured. “Names hold power, and in Hell, that’s not something you should give away lightly.”

Alastor smiled, unfazed by her caution. “Perhaps, but I don’t mind people knowing my name—especially if that person is you.” His tone was light, almost teasing, but there was an undertone of sincerity that gave his words more weight.

At this, Madame grew silent, her gaze steady but thoughtful as she considered his response. For once, she found herself at a loss for words. His openness caught her off guard, and she wasn’t sure how to respond. The usual sharp retorts or calculated replies seemed out of place in this moment, and that realization unsettled her.

Alastor, noticing her hesitation, simply smiled and leaned back in his chair, letting the silence settle between them again. He didn’t push further, content with the small victory of having her momentarily off-balance. The night was still young, and there was plenty of time for the game to unfold.

Moments later, the server returned, balancing plates of expertly prepared food and a bottle of wine. With a polite nod, they set down the venison in front of Alastor and another dish for Madame, which appeared to be the restaurant’s specialty. The bottle of wine was uncorked with a practiced hand, and two glasses were poured before the server bowed slightly and left, leaving the two alone on the balcony.

The night air was still, with only the faintest sound of the water from the pond below. Madame, ever composed, picked up her glass, swirling the wine briefly before taking a sip. She set it down gently, her gaze sharp as it met Alastor’s.

“So,” she began, her tone dripping with sarcasm, “what is it that you so strongly think I should know?”

Alastor leaned back slightly, a small, amused smile playing on his lips. “You have such a way with words, Madame,” he said, his voice smooth. “But I assure you, I wouldn’t have asked for your time if it wasn’t worth your attention.”

Madame remained silent, her expression unreadable as she waited for him to continue.

Alastor, sensing her impatience, leaned in slightly, his demeanor shifting to something more serious. “You’ve been making waves, Madame, whether intentionally or not. The power you wield, your control over the Pride Ring, the overlords—it’s drawing attention. Not just from me, but from others who are far less… civilized.”

Madame raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Civilized? And you think I can’t handle a few envious overlords without a man?”

Alastor chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Oh, I have no doubt you can handle them. But there are forces at play that are more cunning, more insidious. They’d rather undermine you from the shadows than confront you directly.”

Madame’s eyes narrowed. “And why would you be warning me about this, Alastor? What’s in it for you?”

“Consider it a gesture of goodwill,” he replied smoothly. “You see, Madame, I prefer a more… direct approach. If I want something, I’ll let it be known to all who listen.”

Madame studied him for a moment, her gaze piercing. “ Very direct and very vague, of course.” She said with a scoff, looking away from him, not noticing how Alastor’s eye twitched at her comment. It was clear he could not fool her. “And what is it that you want, Alastor?” She said looking back at him.

Alastor’s smile widened slightly, his eyes glinting in the low light. “Simple. I want us to work together. You’re strong, powerful, and let’s be honest, Madame—you’re far more interesting than the rest of them. Imagine what we could achieve if we combined our strengths.”

Madame didn’t respond immediately, her mind processing his words. She couldn’t ignore the flattery, but she also couldn’t fully trust him. She picked up her wine glass again, taking another sip as she weighed her options.

Finally, she set the glass down, her expression firm. “I’ll consider your proposal, Alastor. But know this: I’m not easily swayed by words alone.”

Alastor nodded, his smile never fading. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, mon chère.”

The night sky over the Pride Ring was a tumultuous swirl of crimson and black as the group of overlords gathered for their planned ambush. Their leader, a towering figure with an aura of dark energy, spoke with grim satisfaction.

“This is it. Madame won’t see this coming,” the leader said. “We strike quickly and decisively. She’s always so isolated. She thinks she’s invulnerable. This will be her lesson.”

A hulking overlord with a body of molten stone growled in agreement. “We’ve waited long enough. Let’s kill her already.”

Another overlord, draped in ice added, “She’s always been a thorn in our sides, thinking she’s better than us. Without her, we can consolidate our power and crush any opposition.”

The group spread out, their malicious grins reflecting their eagerness to finally take down Madame. As they prepared to ambush her, their confidence was palpable.

Madame, however, despite their past beliefs, had sensed something was amiss. Emerging from the shadows with her usual poise, she took in the sight of the assembled overlords. Her eyes, cold and calculating, swept over them.

“I see you’ve decided to pay me a visit,” Madame said smoothly, her tone carrying an edge of disdain. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

The overlord leader’s eyes narrowed, a mixture of surprise and irritation on his face. “You’re not in a position to be so composed. You’ll be begging for your life soon, Madame.”

Madame’s lips curved into a faint smile. “And you think you can do that easily? You forget yourself.”

“Enough talk,” the molten overlord roared, stepping forward with an imposing presence. “Let’s get this over with. I’m sick and tired of her.”

Just as the overlords closed in, ready to strike, a burst of static crackled through the air, causing them to halt in their tracks. Alastor emerged from the shadows, his usual flamboyant entrance turning heads. The overlords looked at each other in surprise, confusion evident in their expressions.

“Surprised?” Alastor’s voice echoed with a hint of amusement. “I’d say you’re a bit out of your depth. I think we all know I love good entertainment!”

The overlords hesitated, momentarily thrown off balance by Alastor’s sudden appearance. Madame seized the opportunity, her shadows whipping out with precise strikes, catching the attackers off guard.

The overlord leader’s eyes widened. “You’re with her?”

Alastor smirked as he manipulated reality around them, creating chaos among the enemy ranks. “Indeed. Seems you’ve underestimated both of us.”

Another overlord, speaking with annoyance, said “He’s only with her because she’ll kill him if he tries killing her. He’s too weak.” At this, Alastor felt himself grin, his aura shifting to a green tone, the way it had when he had first fought Madame.

Madame’s eyes glinted with determination. “Alastor, keep them disoriented. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Of course, Mon chere,” he replied, summoning a burst of static energy to further disrupt their opponents. “Let’s make this an entertaining show!”

The fight erupted into chaos, with Madame and Alastor working in tandem. Alastor’s chaotic influence complemented Madame’s shadowy precision, creating a whirlwind of confusion for the overlords. They fought back fiercely, but the combined might of Madame and Alastor proved overwhelming. Alastor had proven himself to be quite the asset to her.

One of the overlords, cornered and desperate, shouted, “You can’t defeat all of us! You’ll get tired eventually!”

Madame’s shadows enveloped him, pinning him down. She laughed, a smile on her face, one Alastor took the time to stop and admire as he watched her speak to the overlord beneath her.“We don’t need to defeat all of you, I was actually planning on killing you. But I guess I can rough you up just enough to make you reconsider your plans.”

As the last of the attackers fled, the battlefield fell silent. The ground was littered with the defeated, the acrid smell of blood hanging in the air. Madame stood tall, her gaze sweeping over the scene, while Alastor casually adjusted his jacket, a satisfied grin on his face.

“Well, that was quite the display,” Alastor remarked, turning to Madame. “I must say, mon chère, we do make quite the team.”

Madame regarded him with an unreadable expression. “This doesn’t make us allies, Alastor. You helped because it suited your interests.”

Alastor’s grin widened, his eyes glinting with playful mischief. “Perhaps. Or maybe I simply enjoyed the spectacle. It was a great show!”

Madame’s lips twitched slightly. “Regardless, you were useful tonight. But don’t think this changes anything.”

Alastor chuckled, his tone both light-hearted and sincere. “Of course, Madame. That’s what makes you so intriguing.”

As they left the battlefield, Madame cast a sidelong glance at Alastor. “You’re more complex than I expected.”

“And you, Madame, are a mystery I’m quite eager to solve.” Alastor replied smoothly. “Though all that can wait, I’m quite starved. Would you like to accompany me to our usual restaurant? I hear there’s a special tonight.” Alastor said in a sing-song tone. Madame sighed, joining Alastor at his side as he summoned a portal.

“I guess I could bother myself with your presence for a bit longer.” She replied, a small smile on her face as she stepped through with Alastor.

As the evening wore on, the restaurant’s ambiance shifted from casual to intimate. The soft glow of candlelight flickered over the polished table, casting warm shadows that danced across the walls. Madame and Alastor had finished their meal, and the atmosphere between them was charged with a new tension, an unspoken expectation hanging in the air.

Alastor stood up from his chair, his movements deliberate and graceful. He adjusted his suit jacket, his usual playful smirk replaced by a rare seriousness. With his hands clasped behind his back, he took a deep breath, his posture straight and his gaze focused intently on Madame. The light caught the gleam in his eyes, emphasizing the earnestness of his next words. “Madame,” he began, his voice soft yet filled with intensity. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Madame looked up from her wine glass, her expression guarded but curious. “What is it, Alastor?”

Alastor’s eyes never wavered as he leaned forward slightly, the formality of his stance softened by the genuine emotion in his tone. “When I first sought you out, it was with the intention of understanding you, and perhaps even taking your power. You intrigued me, and I thought I could manipulate it to my advantage. But as I watched you, as I saw how fiercely you fought and how you stood your ground tonight, something has changed, and I believe I can no longer keep these emotions to myself.”

Madame’s eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of skepticism and anticipation. “Changed how? Keep what to yourself?”

Alastor’s gaze was unwavering, his voice carrying a sincerity that seemed foreign to his usual demeanor. He took a small step closer, his body language open and vulnerable. “I believe, I have… fallen for you.” He said quietly. The air was still, silent. He continue. “I’ve never felt this way about a single living soul, not even while I was alive. At first, I was drawn to your strength, your control, and your resilience. But I find it is more than that now. You’ve touched something within me that I believed was long dead. My feelings for you have grown beyond mere admiration.”

Madame’s expression softened, though she remained silent, processing his confession.

“I am aware,” Alastor continued, his hands now loosely clasped in front of him, his stance slightly more relaxed but still tense with emotion, “that you do not need me. You are more than powerful and capable on your own.” He said, trying to disband any doubt in Madame’s mind. “But I want to be by your side, to fight alongside you, and only if you will have me. I’ve never felt this way before, and I cannot let this go unspoken about any longer.” Madame studied him for a moment, her emotions a tangled web of surprise and contemplation. “I love you, mon amour.”

Alastor’s smile was slowly faltering with the more silence she gave him. He felt his mind begin to race. Maybe he had made the wrong decision. But if she doesn’t say yes, surely he can’t have her be with someone else, right? Fighting her again would be hard though. She surely wouldn’t just allow him to lock her away forever right? Alastor took another step closer, his hand hovering just above hers, a silent offer of connection. “Please, say something.” He asked. At this, Madame just hummed.

Madame had grown…accustomed to Alastor. It had been months since their initial meeting, and during that time he’d stuck rather close to her. Whenever she was out on the town checking on her boutiques, he’d send her lunch or occasionally flowers. Some days while she was resting home, looking over plans and notes, a shadow would report to her with a message about how Alastor had single handedly taken down another overlord who she knew had been plotting on her for a bit. He had proven himself to be useful, but she was beginning to find it harder and harder to ignore how he had truly made her felt. Outside of a business sense. He’d invite her to tag along with him on business endeavors, and she’d sit and watch as Alastor racked up souls like if it was a game. Sometimes she wondered if he really took anything serious, and if he could ever take her serious.

She’d never trust a man. How could she when she watched her sister be crushed by one? She was afraid, being with someone meant being vulnerable, giving herself up. Giving up everything she believed in all because she’d fallen in love with a man in her afterlife? This wasn’t how she thought she’d be spending her eternity, but here she was. But, she’d be damned if she ever made the first move.

Maybe, she could trust him? Or learn too, at least.

Madame’s gaze remained steady as Alastor finished his confession. She took a moment to process his words, her expression betraying little emotion. Her posture was relaxed but maintained, the epitome of composure. She sat upright, her hands resting neatly on the table, fingers interlaced as if to keep her emotions in check.

“Alastor,” she began, her voice cool but with an underlying softness, “your confession is unexpected. I never imagined being in a position where my own feelings would be so… exposed.” Alastor chuckled at her words, his nerves calming a bit.

She briefly looked down at their hands before meeting his gaze again. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, softened ever so slightly as she continued. “You’ve managed to breach the walls I’ve carefully constructed. It’s disconcerting, though not entirely unwelcome. Your presence has affected me more than anticipated.” She paused a bit, before continuing.

“I never imagined I’d hear such words from you, let alone in a setting like this. I have spent so long keeping my emotions in check, I convinced myself that power and control were all that mattered. But you have managed to break through those barriers in ways I hadn’t thought anyone could.”

Madame shifted slightly in her seat, leaning back just enough to create a bit of distance, yet her eyes remained fixed on him with unwavering focus. Her fingers, previously interlaced, now rested lightly on top of his own hand, betraying the calm control she was trying to maintain. “Though I didn’t want to admit it, even to myself, I . You’ve brought out parts of myself that I thought were hidden away, and yet you stand here, offering me your heart and your loyalty. I’ve been so scared to let anyone in, to risk the control I’ve worked so hard to build. But with you, I feel like I can let my guard down, even just a little. You’ve managed to make me feel something I thought I had left behind.”

She adjusted her posture, her movements deliberate and measured. Her fingers gently tapped the edge of the table, creating a subtle rhythm as she spoke. Her eyes locked onto his, a tender sincerity in her gaze. “You’ve captured something in me that I thought was lost forever. And for that, you have my heart in ways I don’t think anyone else ever could.”

Alastor’s gaze softened as he took in her words, a warm smile spreading across his face. “I’m deeply moved, mon chère,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “I’ve never felt anything like this before, not even in life. You’ve captured my heart in ways I never imagined possible.”

He took her hands in his, his eyes locked on hers. “Je t’aime plus que les mots ne peuvent le dire. You are everything to me, and I’m here for you, not just because I must be, but because I want to be. I will stand by your side through all of Hell’s chaos.”

As he spoke, he leaned in slowly, his breath mingling with hers. The space between them closed as he gently pressed his lips to hers, their kiss a tender promise of his unwavering devotion, and her promise to him, to begin opening up more, and letting herself be just that, herself.

[strawberrystepmom]

finallllllyyyy Friday!!!! we made it!!! blowing everyone a kiss make sure you catch it let’s have a great day

[loveshotzz]

This is the span of emotions I’m cycling through this morning knowing IM FINALLLLLLYYYY GONNNNA GET DICK FROM THAT OLDDDDD MAN!!!! But also that after next week it’s over 🫨🫠😵‍💫😮‍💨🥴🤕🫣🥵

You’re going to get 8k worth of dick from that old man today angel, and you also got to watch Leighanne in real time trick herself into writing an actual full on series despite herself. 🤡

[minubell]

ANOTHER MAIRON-CENTRIC???!!!

Finally. Finallllllyyyy.

There is at least ONE person who shares the same love for Mairon other than me.

LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW!! KEEP IT UP!!

Aw shucks thank you. I'm trying to get back into writing and art after all these exams.

I feel like I gotta shout out @ttrtru tho if you enjoy Mairon-centric content. Their comics are the best!

[teddybeartoji]

this for my little detective anon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i 1000000% understand your problem!!!!!! they don't teach criminology here either!!! i was very upset when i found out bc i had finallllllyyyy found myself something that i wanted to study only for them to just tell me to fuck off lmao. i did briefly think abt going to the "police academy" but then i did realize that i would in fact HAVE to do literal police work and uh.... look it's one thing i have zero respect for them and i just.... would make thee world's worst cop. like pls i have stolen. i have done graffiti. i've definitely been in places i shouldn't've been. i am not going to write a ticket for a person that's jaywalking ok. that's the stupidest shit i've ever heard.

and i too thought abt studying psychology!!!! but rn i just cannot see myself going back to school at all, especially since i had such a hard time in high school... i did also think abt art school!!!! i considered things like pottery and graphic design, and ofc studying film bc well.. that'd be the most logical one for me ig but i ehhh.. i couldn't figure out whether i'd want to be a director or a screenwriter and yeah. i left it there.

wahhhh i have some notion of the med field bc my bestie is also doing that and i can just see from the side how tough that can be - but i'm rooting for you okay!!!!!!!!! i hope you can still have some time for yourself and i hope you're not overworking yourself too much!!! ily

+ we are most certainly opening that agency btw

[staytinyluv]

FINALLLLLLYYYY

my personalities and i cheered

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chapter 40 ✧ i'm happy

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synopsis ✧ you've always dreamt of having your fantasy-like love story. naturally, hearing the sweet melodic ring of your love alarm was what you wanted the most, right? until it actually happened. four times.

pairing ✧ uni student! choi san x fem! uni student! reader

warnings/tags ✧ timestamps/numbers don't mean anything

note ✧ chapter out earlier than expected! (i'm surprised myself) take it as an early gift for valentine's day :3

i hope you enjoyed this chapter, as always feedback, reblogs, comments are always appreciated <3

taglist ✧ @flamingi @huachengsbestie01 @minihong99 @staytinyluv @luvpeachkes @gh9sty @dawn-iscozy @zaraxnid @latisthegenderfluidwannabealone @m-ray-72

taglist is open <3

[arctic-the-archaic]

IT’S FINALLY FUCKING HERE!!! FINALLY!!!!

@ladywolvesbayne NOW I DONT HAVE TO AVOID YOUR PAGE LIKE THE PLAGUE!!

[svtegg]

hogwarts!svt (96line)

Jun:

Gryffindor

Muggleborn and kind of an air head but he’s not stupid! Just kind of in his own world!

But very lovable!!!

Everyone knows him by first name and he’s always greeted by the groups of fourth year girls that giggle as they walk past him…

he doesn’t notice the enamoured glances and giggles though because he’s more interested in a story Wonu was telling him

Is so fascinated by everything what a precious bub, loves school so much and puts his best efforts in!

His favorite subject is History of Magic, he also loves transfiguration…and charms

He’s very invested in school but struggles a lot because everything is so different and new to him

So he’s often seen in the library for hours with Wonu on the opposite end of the table, nose buried in a Arithmancy or Alchemy book

Jun is sort of a quiet soul but sticks by his friends through anything, he once saved Chan from five weeks of detention by taking the blame for a incendio casted wrong in the tapestry hall.

He had to do three nights of toilet cleaning duty for it but Chan was very thankful

Is often late night cramming with Seungcheol, Jeonghan and Soonyoung

He’s a chaser for the gryffindoor quidditch team! A very good one as well!!!

One time he almost got slipped a love drought in a cup of tea but almost everyone at the table drank from his cup so Jun, Wonu and Joshua had to quickly come up with a potion to counteract the love potion

Let’s just say Juni has some adoring fans

Jun has a owl named Bella and almost every girl at Hogwarts hates Bella because Jun talks about her so much but never mentions that she’s an Owl

Bella is a Golden Barn Owl, and she has big black beady eyes that Jun loves so much ehshd

Works very hard and the librarian, Mrs Keddle, adores him to no end

Junhui’s wand is a 7.9 inch black Ebony wood with unicorn hair core, straight with an elegantly carved handle portion

His patronus is a Black Stallion

 Soonyoung:

Hufflepuff! Sweetest boy!!!

Half blood, his father is a muggle and his mother was a Hufflepuff as well!

He’s the happiest and friendliest boy! Has so many friends and is well liked by all the professors.. he even knows some of the ghosts and paintings around the castle

Soonyoung seats with Jihoon in lectures, often tries to write off Jihoon’s notes

Gets a slap in the back of the head

He’s a chaser for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, he is also a prefect for Hufflepuff but he doesn’t brag about it

Says he doesn’t want to be head boy, but secretly does shh I didn’t tell you that

His favorite subject is charms because it’s the subject he’s best at (except flying)

Was the first one in his friend group to discover the room of requirement

He’s often smiley and happy but will turn serious in the blink of an eye if anyone is upset, sad, crying or hurt

He’s the scariest when he’s angry out of all his friends

Almost got in a fight once when he saw some fourth years pushing a second year down the steps to the great hall

Doesn’t study a whole lot but often crams before exams and end of year tests

Soonyoung kinda wants to be a professor at Hogwarts when he’s done with school, or maybe he wants to work with dragons, but he also kinda likes the idea of working in the daily prophet…….

He cant decide really,,,,,but he’s not worried…..he has several years left still!

He takes a couple extra curriculum classes,,,Ghoul Studies, Magical Theory and….muggle art

One of the regular victims of Jeonghan and Joshua’s pranks, one time the two older boys broke into the Hufflepuff commonroom to put a family of 7 bowtruckles on the wood frame of his bed

He made friends with all of them and they still live on his bed

Soonyoung calls them the Greenes

Soonyoungs wand is a light brown Cypress wood, 10 inches with a unicorn hair core

His Patronus is a Nundu, an east african magical creature that looks a lot like “a cross between a tiger and a pufferfish. They inflate the sacks on their neck and then expel their breath which contains a potent mix of diseases and toxins”

 Wonwoo:

A full on ravenclaw

His grandparents where ravenclaws, his parents where ravenclaws, he’s a ravenclaw

Quiet, philosophical and clever!! So clever… .Top of his class actually

Seatmates with Jun

But he doesn’t rub it in anyones face, he just goes on w his day like he’s just another student

Quickly became the tutor in his friend group, his patient and calm temper helping the others feel comfortable enough around him to freely ask him questions

His favorite subject is Study of Runes, History of Magic and Arithmancy

Basically all the hardest subjects

Everyone knows the headmaster gave him a timeturner but he never confirms it, even though Seungkwan and Soonyoung wont stop asking Wonu to take them back to when Mingyu fell of his broom during a Quidditch match

Starts taking Alchemy classes in his 5th year because Joshua begged the headmaster to let Wonu take it at the same time as him

He starts extra curriculum in third year….two years before everyone else

He studies all the required classes as well as Alchemy, Advanced Arithmancy, Magical Theory and Art

Wonu is so good at charms that on days where he feels especially happy he’ll conjure tiny birds,butterflies or small twinkling stars to float above him

Is extremely good at drawing out the galaxy and the constellations on the roof above him with his wand and Soonyoung often asks him to project a sunset or some northern lights under the roof in the library when theyre sat studying for an exam

Wonu has a white and brown Maine Coon cat named Pocha that loves him

She never leaves his side and Wonu had to get permission from his Professors to bring the cat with him to class or else she would claw at the door the entire lecture

Wand is of Beechwood, 11 inches with a unicorn hair core. Its dyed silver with a gradient black handle similar to a bark texture

Wonus patronus is a Caracal

Jihoon:

The sorting hat used almost 20 minutes to sort him, but eventually he was put in Ravenclaw

Mostly because of Jihoon’s drive to learn and master new skills. His willingness to learn and better himself is his key Ravenclaw core

Roommates with Wonu, and Wonu’s huge cat

Says he doesn’t keep any pets but both Wonu and Seungcheol knows about his little hognose snake that he keeps in a discreet enclosure on his bookshelf named Merlin

Keen duelist, one of the best in his year

Beater for the Ravenclaw quidditch team, he might be small but once he knocked a Hufflepuff chaser right off his broom and then managed to swing himself all the way around the broom to swing at the bludger one more time while upside down on his broom

His favorite subject is Defense Against The Dark Arts…..and Charms

Takes Muggle Art and Muggle Music studies from is 5th year on

He’s also the leader of the music club at Hogwarts, it’s a small group that basically are a band that play music with both magical instruments and muggle instruments

Amazingly good at Wizards Chess, but never plays unless its to shut up Seokmin or Soonyoung

Jihoon and Vernon often bond over their shared interest in music, both muggle and magical

They often use the room of requirement as a place to listen to some of the CD’s Vernon brought from home

Is very good friends with the Slytherin house head, and often spends time in the Slytherin common room

Honorary Slytherin student? Probably, but deep down he’s a proud ravenclaw

He tends to keep to himself, his small friend group being enough socializing for him

Is good at everything, doesn’t need to study but does it anyway (mostly so he can spend time with his friends but that’s a secret)

Often looks out for his younger buddies, making sure no one picks on them

Jihoons wand is a sleek Blackthorn with a dragon heartstring core from a Norwegian Ridgeback. 9.7 inches with a luxurious looking metal handle

His patronus is a Hippogriff

[jxnnihxrmoso]

[desideriumwriter]

FINALLLLLLYYYY someone said it

idk the hairstyle just doesnt fit him

hot take: boyband spencer reid is overrated and honestly one of my least favorite hairstyles…

[eliottxmaxence]

BABY GOT VERIFIED

[mournsblush]

FINALLY!!! HE HAS FINALLY COME HOME!!!

[percyitis]

Watch "JEON SOMI X KEY #XOXOCHALLENGE #SHORTS" on YouTube

[ladyelissarose]

Warnings: LOTS OF FLUFF.. you’re welcome 🕶🤍 a maybe a little bit of angst towards the end.. but all is well.

Long Lost Christmas Wish

Chapter 3

 Bruce’s POV 

While the children ate their sweets he went to the living room where the bright Christmas tree stood gloriously with all the different colored lights and the ornaments that were scattered everywhere all around,

  ‘The little kids definitely decorated the tree.. there’s absolutely no order whatsoever... well at least they tried and it still looks like a tree right?... I remember helping my mom put up our first Christmas tree.. it’s was actually nice back then.’

  Looking at the tree from top to bottom he saw how there were no gifts, 

  ‘Damn if only those bastards didn’t get to Y/n last night.. there would’ve been gifts.. but they destroyed them all... well.. this Christmas can’t go on without presents.. I’m going to make a few calls.’

  Time ticked away and the day was almost over after enjoying the blissful weather, Y/n and Bruce would run into each other throughout the day as they did activities with the kids, sending him a smile each time she passed by gave Bruce butterflies and bright pink cheeks he tried his best to hide. Y/n stuck with the girls and Bruce was forced to stay with the boys, only because they insisted and wanted to be around him and get him out of his comfort zone. And that only happened because Alfred told the boys to mess around and talk with Bruce, though Bruce was an adult and these boys were teenagers and some a little younger, they all still had Bruce running around and doing things for them and with them. Bruce thought it was going to be a terrible experience and that he’d probably not be good enough for them, as far as make them comfortable and happy in his presence like they were with Y/n, but he soon found out that all they wanted to do was be around him. Making him feel warm and good inside, a feeling that he hadn’t felt in while because of kids.

  Y/n’s POV

 Y/n checked the time and realized that it was soon time to sit around the tree for presents, but she hadn’t told the kids that she didn’t have presents that year,

   ‘Shoot I didn’t tell the kids!! Oh no what am I going to do... ughh there going to hate me and the little ones are going to cry!! Why can’t you be real Santa! This is your job and because you aren’t real you failed! Ughhh!!!’

  Y/n’s heart felt crushed as she heard them all giggling in the theater room while watching a Christmas film. Tears began to form in her eyes as she felt guiltier and guiltier by the second, Y/n promised herself she would get them exactly what they had asked for, they had written their wishes and placed them neatly under the tree. But after the uneventful night Y/n was left empty handed as her gifts were destroyed and stolen, and she was so preoccupied during the day she hadn’t remembered to replace the gifts or at least tell the kids earlier that she’d get them the next day. Walking away from the theater to give herself some time to compose herself before admitting the truth to the kids, she heard Alfred call the kids out of the theater to the living room,

  “Who’s wants presents?!”

 ‘Shoot he did not-‘

  “Me me me!!”

  “Ooo I want to open mine first!”

  “Finallllllyyyy!!”

  She heard the chanting of the kids as they ran out of the theater room, and immediately made a beeline to the living room as she began to think of her apology. But to her surprise as she walked over there she heard cheering and the kids were all sounding very amused, peeking her head in to see what was happening, she saw all the kids picking up their presents from under the tree and passing them out. 

  ‘Omg what just happened?’

 She then felt a light tap on her shoulder and heard a very warm voice say,

  “Merry Christmas Y/n.”

  Without turning around she said in a low whisper,

  “You did this?”

  “Yes... but the kids don’t need to know that. Here.. I got one for you.”

 She turned around and saw Bruce holding a small gift for her, it was a little white box that was wrapped with a bright red bow. Y/n didn’t get the gift but instead wrapped her arms around his neck and took him in for a loving embrace. 

   Bruce’s POV 

Leaving Bruce shook of her reaction he didn’t move for a few seconds, which Y/n felt right away and let go saying sorry,

  “I’m so sorry! I-I was just-well y-you know- oomf!”

  Out of surprise Bruce grabbed her again and hugged her, he didn’t need to say anything, he hoped that his hug was enough, he soon felt her arms snake around his waist as she deepened it. It was like if his heart grew three sizes larger, he felt very warm inside and felt a joy that was all to overwhelming, he leaned his head on her head and breath in her scent of peppermint and vanilla, wishing he could live amongst the embrace of her scent forever. It was all to magical.. it was angelic. Soon they let go and she looked at him with eyes of adoration, he knew she saw the same through his, he handed her the gift and said, 

  “You can open it whenever you like... I need to go-“

 Y/n grabbed his hand gently but it showed her desperation as she relied,

  “Oh! Your weren’t going to stay?”

  A few minutes before he had found her he had seen the signal shining in the sky peeking through the window, he knew he had to go, even if it hurt him to leave his angel that stood in front of him with her wings spread out for only him to see. He snaked his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her in to give a warm kiss to her head, he let her go and promised,

  “You’ll see me again.. I promise.. just enjoy your night with the kids.. and get home safely.”

  She sent him a small smile as her promise to be safe, letting his hand go she said,

 “Be safe Bruce.. and Merry Christmas to you too.”

  Sending her a small nod with a tilted smile he walked out of the building but not before turning back to see if she was watching him go, when they connected eyes he sent her a last wave and walked out.

   Y/n’s POV

 Y/n clutched the gift against her chest and felt butterflies all over inside. She let a tear slip or two, but soon she was approaching the kids as they called out for her, as she sat on the couch next to the younger kids they all thanked her.

  “Thank you for my gift!”

  “Yeah Miss Y/n!! I like mine!!”

  “Thanks for thinking of us!!”

  Bruce had told her not to tell the kids that he had done it, but to instead take the credit, she didn’t know how he knew that she had lost the other gifts, but she let that sit in the back of her mind as she paid attention to the kids as they began to open their gifts. Seeing them all happy from the youngest to oldest made her heart soar so high as she fell harder for the children, her love and compassion for them burned in her chest to see each one getting the gift he or she had asked for. 

  Later that evening...

 After spending a couple of hours eating cookies and playing with their presents, Y/n helped tuck the youngest kids to bed and made sure the older ones were in the privacy of their rooms and warned them nicely to keep it down for the sleeping little ones. They all promised they would as she bid them goodbye and a last Merry Christmas. As well as making sure the staff ladies would be fine she soon was walking out of the building and walking into a fresh pile of snow, digging her hands into her long white coat she felt the box she had put there, which was Bruce’s gift to her. Y/n could feel the silky red bow against her fingers as she fiddled with it in her pocket, she walked into her car and turned it on with the heater. Engulfing herself in the warmth of her vehicle she took out the box and opened it, and inside was a smaller red box, with excitement and curiosity she opened it, to find a necklace with a diamond angel on it. 

  ‘Oh my goodness how sweet... it’s so beautiful!’

  Tears filled her eyes at the beautiful jewel she held in her hands, fingers shaking with overloaded joy she clasped it on, using her rear view mirror to see how it looked, she saw how perfect it was. 

  She touched it as it sat against her chest beautifully, she felt her cheeks burn for how much she smiled, and soon was pulling out and heading home, and in the meanwhile she caught sight of the Batsignal and thought of Batman.

  ‘I see this is how he spends his Christmas.. poor man.. I wish he got more credit than he does now.. protecting the city and doing his best to stop crimes.. probably going home alone after that-‘

  “OH MY GOD!!!”

 Tires screeching loudly she stopped at the entrance of the alley where her apartment was to see a body at the head of her car, she had almost hit him. Jumping out of the car she ran to the front and called out,

  “Are you o-... Batman?!? Oh goodness are you ok!!”

  Batman’s POV 

  He had been outnumbered that evening and was beaten brutally by at least 12 guys that jumped him by surprise. That usually didn’t happen to him, but that one night he was distracted keeping an eye out for Y/n, he was attacked from behind.

  He heard a soft familiar voice call out to him as his eyes shot open. He took in the appearance of his savior, all in white, with the beauty and compassionate he knew all too well.

‘Y/n?’

  “Batman it’s me Y/n, remember? Here.. let’s get up yeah? Come on.”

  Batman saw something shiny sparkling off her chest as the lights of her car hit it, squinting his eyes he soon made up that it was the necklace he had given her a couple of hours ago, at seeing it dangling from her neck as she tried to help him sit up, it gave him an adrenaline like no other. Sitting up straight with a few painful grunts escaping his lips she calmed him down,

  “It’s ok it’s ok.. we are a few feet away from my house. You’re injured pretty badly, I can help you.”

  He looked down at her body and saw her once white coat now covered in dirt from the ground she kneeled on to help him, her curls were being tossed around by the wind and her eyes held nothing but worry. 

  ‘How does she still look so angelic?... god I can’t get enough of this...’

 Y/n brushed off some of the snow from his shoulders that had piled up from laying there for a while, his cape was gone and he looked a mess, she felt terrible for him and reassured him,

  “I’m going to help you ok? You’re going to be ok... can you let me help you?”

  Locking his blue orbs with her shining and teary eyes he was able to mutter a low,

  “yes....”