#SOMEONE can't admit that he likes being treated as a friend. and also can't give up his aspirations for evil and world domination. boooo

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"...I really don't think this is necessary, Plain Yogurt. My hair is neat enough." Healer Cookie tries to protest to Shadow Milk, who sits behind him with his legs stretched out beside each hip, trying to comb his hair icing with his fingers.

Healer Cookie. Bleugh.

It's such a generic name, it's hardly a name at all. Shadow Milk knows Pure Vanilla doesn't remember his actual name, but that doesn't make him hate that stupid placeholder any less. As a matter of fact, Shadow Milk actively refuses to call him something so bland, so he doesn't.

"But it could be so much neater! Just let me do this for you, my dear." He insists, gritting his teeth as he fights with a stubborn clump in his hair. This would be way easier if he had his claws out, but 'Plain Yogurt' isn't meant to have claws and Pure Vanilla would probably notice the scratch of them against his scalp. "You don't have any patients to worry after right now, anyway. You can relax a little."

Pure Vanilla winces slightly at the tug of the clump coming undone, but he doesn't complain, finally giving up his protests as his body goes lax. He sighs, a faint smile flickering over his face. "Alright, alright. Just this once."

They lapse into a comfortable silence as Shadow Milk continues to painstakingly smooth Pure Vanilla's neglected hair out. Pure Vanilla sits docile as he does, like a doll being dressed up, and Shadow Milk grins to himself, enjoying the thought. That's what he is, after all.

There's a delicious irony in this situation, and Shadow Milk never fails to savour it. He had known about this amnesiac spell before he had escaped the Silver Tree, but he had kind of been assuming it would have resolved itself by the time he got his opportunity for freedom. It was an inevitability that one would arise, with the two halves of that torn White Lily Cookie both locked in stasis. It encouraged her Seal to weaken faster, and Shadow Milk jumped out at the first chance he got.

Only his spirit could slip through the crack, but that was fine, that was fine, since his original body was stale and practically useless after several millennia without use. All he had to do was steal the body of a Cookie on the edge of crumbling entirely – a traveller fallen victim to a monster attack with their soul already fleeing their body in fright – and maintain its endangered state with his own magic so he could throw himself at Pure Vanilla's doorstep, the picture perfect image of a miserable Cookie in need. It just so happened that the doorstep was a dusty, ignorant one.

Well, whatever. Pure Vanilla's current state is both convenient and inconvenient for Shadow Milk. The Soul Jam is currently dormant, but it still seems to be stubbornly connected to Pure Vanilla, because it didn't react to Shadow Milk's presence or his remaining half of the Soul Jam. With it in hiding like that, it makes it legitimately impossible for him to quickly steal it back, because there is nothing to steal.

That means Shadow Milk has to use more convoluted methods. That's fine; those are his favourite kinds of methods, anyway. Slipping into the village like a wolf in sheep's clothing, carving an undeniable space for himself at Pure Vanilla's side and waiting, waiting, waiting.

When Pure Vanilla finally resonates with the Soul Jam again, he will certainly regain his memories and buckle under that unaddressed storm of grief, regret and self-loathing. Taking the Soul Jam back then will be the easiest thing in the world. Who knows, maybe Pure Vanilla will hand it over himself in a fit of grief-stricken anguish! Wouldn't that be fun?

It doesn't seem like that will happen anytime soon, though. Funnily enough, Pure Vanilla seems to be avoiding the Light of Truth to the absolute best of his ability, wrapped tight in those bandages of his and unwilling to shed them. It makes Shadow Milk laugh if he thinks about it for too long.

Denial is the first step towards Deceit, after all. First, you refuse to look Truth, harsh and bitter, in the face. Then, when you inevitably have to confront it, you turn to the veil of Deceit to make the world less unbearable to look at. And Pure Vanilla has already managed to get himself one foot on the staircase, without Shadow Milk interfering in the slightest.

It gives Shadow Milk an inkling of an idea. He could get Pure Vanilla there, surely. All he has to do is swoop in as he suffers through his returned memories and... twist the knife a little. Or a lot.

Whatever the case, he has to be there for that. The wait is sluggish, but Shadow Milk doesn't bother speeding things along himself. He could, and he definitely will if he starts getting too bored, but for now, the novelty of playing pretend with a physical body for the first time in far too long hasn't quite worn off yet.

"You're being awfully quiet." Pure Vanilla teases quietly, breaching the silence that has nestled around them. "You're usually much more talkative than this. Perhaps I overlooked a patient in need?"

He's not being serious, and his curled lips make that glaringly obvious. Shadow Milk scoffs out a laugh. "Oh, please, I've never been crispier! I just have my work cut out for me with your hair, so I have to focus."

Pure Vanilla's smile falters into a small frown. "...Is it really that bad?"

Yes, Shadow Milk wants to hiss. He's used to Pure Vanilla's visage being delicately graceful, holding the air of a king, his pale blonde hair framing his face in immaculate curves. Now it is ruffled and unkempt, the ends dirtied with the grime that floats around the village, and though some of it is removed with each pass of Shadow Milk's fingers, it is far too saturated to get rid of it entirely like that.

It annoys Shadow Milk, teetering on the edge of anger, and so does Pure Vanilla's outfit. The rags he wears as robes, haphazardly and poorly stitched together. They don't suit him at all, and Shadow Milk's director's eye, attuned to aesthetics, chafes at the sight of his doll like that.

He could dress him in much, much better things than that. Sweeping robes of black and gold, because gold has always been flattering with his complexion, made of the finest sugar coat fabric. Or blue and gold, like a night star. And if - when - Pure Vanilla lays his eyes on the Truth once more and chooses to continue hiding from it, then Shadow Milk will provide. He can give him a blindfold of silk, embroided with honey floss, far softer on the eyelids than some old bandages.

Pure Vanilla just needs to properly reconnect with his Soul Jam first. Draw it out into the open.

So, yes, Shadow Milk really does think his hair is that bad, but he won't tell him that. He's not above upsetting Pure Vanilla, but there is nothing to gain from it in this tiny instance. It wouldn't even be that funny, really.

"I'm exaggerating, I'm exaggerating." Shadow Milk reassures lightheartedly, at least satisfied with the silkiness returning to Pure Vanilla's hair under his meticulous ministrations. "I'm fixing it up now, anyway. Why, do we have to talk all the time?"

"No, of course not." Pure Vanilla's hands idly twist together in his lap. "But you usually hum when we don't talk, so..."

Shadow Milk usually hums on purpose, to make sure Pure Vanilla is always aware of his presence. It has to be a conscious decision, because Shadow Milk is naturally silent otherwise, in the same way his footsteps tend to drift along the ground if he isn't trying to make them heard. It is the instincts of a predator stalking its prey.

But Pure Vanilla doesn't need to know that, because that doesn't apply to Plain Yogurt. So, instead, Shadow Milk says, "You don't like the silence?"

"No, the silence is fine, but I like hearing your voice." Pure Vanilla admits, with that small, content smile of his creeping onto his face, at odds with his bedraggled appearance. "It's lovely."

Shadow Milk's fingers stall in his hair. His incorporeal eyes blink and squint in the shadows around the village, exactly where he has left them. Then, he slowly lowers his hands down to Pure Vanilla's shoulders, leaning forward to speak gently into his ear, a taunt and a fact, "Of course it is. It's mine."

Shadow Milk watches as the barest hint of colour rises to Pure Vanilla's cheeks. He wonders if he knows that he does that, whenever Shadow Milk gets close enough for his breath to brush his dough– no, he doubts it. Pure Vanilla knows very little, the way he is now.

"I hope I'm not interrupting something."

Black Raisin's voice is sharp and intrusive from the tent flaps, respect for Pure Vanilla muddied by a marked unhappiness. Pure Vanilla obviously can't see the withering warning glare she shoots Shadow Milk then, but Shadow Milk does, and he relishes in it. He leans the slightest bit closer to Pure Vanilla and gives Black Raisin a mocking grin past his shoulder, showing the slightest flash of his fangs before dulling them back down to Plain Yogurt's average Cookie teeth. Just a little trick of the light.

Black Raisin's expression darkens, her fist tightening at her side. Shadow Milk knows very well that she has not liked him from the beginning, and he has been gleefully pushing her headfirst towards hatred ever since. Things like this are always more fun with a little antagonism, and he gets a thrill whenever Pure Vanilla kindly sides with him instead.

"Oh, no, Plain Yogurt was just combing my hair. He insisted." Pure Vanilla chuckles, a little sheepishly and a little fondly, mostly unaware of the lethal staring competition happening over his head. He runs a hand over his own hair, as if to check what Shadow Milk has done, and Shadow Milk finally leans back out of his space. Black Raisin calms, and looks towards Pure Vanilla, who turns to her with a more serious expression. "Did you need me for something? Did someone get hurt?"

Black Raisin softens entirely like chocolate in the sun. "No, Healer, nothing like that, thankfully. I just wanted to let you know a group of us are heading out to patrol."

Pure Vanilla's face loosens into a relieved smile. "Ah, alright then. Stay safe, all of you."

"We will." Black Raisin turns to leave, hesitates, before turning back. "Oh, and the others just finished a batch of raisin buns. Feel free to help yourself."

Pure Vanilla hums in acknowledgement, but very pointedly does not answer. Shadow Milk knows why he doesn't. His eating habits were already abysmal to begin with, but living in poverty in a village with limited supplies made it even worse. He never seeks food out himself, and when it is given to him, he has a tendency to try and squirrel it away to give to some patient later, as a pick-me-up. Unfortunately for him, Shadow Milk tends to notice these things.

Once Black Raisin has left, Shadow Milk scoots back from Pure Vanilla, pulling his legs back from where they were stretched out to finally stand up. "So, should we go and help ourselves?" He challenges Pure Vanilla, daring him to refuse.

Pure Vanilla tilts his head this way and that, clearly reluctant, before tackling the dare head-on. "You can go ahead without me. I'm not hungry at the moment."

It's not a lie, but it dances on the edge of one. Shadow Milk sighs, ignoring his own budding amusement in favour of the scene. "But I don't want to eat on my own. You don't have to be hungry to eat, do you?"

Pure Vanilla hesitates for a few seconds, before reaching for where he had laid his staff, picking it up and steadying it against the ground. "...No, I suppose I don't. And I certainly wouldn't want you to be lonely."

He says it playfully, but Shadow Milk's eyes narrow at the words, his face falling blank. He doesn't respond immediately, circling Pure Vanilla with silent footsteps, not bothering to make himself heard.

The tense moment lengthens, and Pure Vanilla's expression falters with uncertainty, his head turning left and right. He had spoken playfully, so he must have expected a similar quip back, and found the silence he got instead unnerving.

"...Plain Yogurt?" He calls, with the slightest shiver of nervousness in the name. Shadow Milk comes to a stop in front of him, silently tapping his heels together with a sense of satisfaction.

"I'm here, my dear. Let's go, shall we?" He smiles, holding a hand out towards Pure Vanilla with a little snap of his fingers so he knows where his hand is. Pure Vanilla eases.

Yes, it'll take some time to get the Soul Jam if he continues to let things run its natural course, but Shadow Milk has time to spare. Even this little play in a rundown village is far better than the thousands of years he has spent stagnant, doing nothing, practically non-existent in the eyes of the world. Here, his presence makes an impact. Here, he can pick Pure Vanilla apart thread by thread and Pure Vanilla will let him, with a smile on his face.

That's all there is to it, really.

Shadow Milk hums as Pure Vanilla slips his hand easily into his palm, like he trusts him with his whole life.

"Just follow me!"

(Sweet fool.)

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MEETING THE MARAUDERS𓂃 𓈒 ❀

marauder!remus lupin x slytherin!fem!reader

synopsis – after spending a lot of time with remus and with his friends insisting on meeting you, he finally decides to invite you to spend an afternoon with them.

a/n – you can read it either as a continuation of the fourth year part of this fic but it isn't necessary because it also works as a one shot.

fluff.

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous.

remus had become a big part of your life, you even introduced him to your bowtruckle, a secret you had kept from everyone else, and he had treated it with nothing but kindness. now, he thought it was only fair to return the favor, to introduce you to his friends.

a small part of you was curious, but the other part of you, the one that had spent years being the odd one out, wasn’t sure if you could go through with it, not because you didn’t trust remus, but because people like his friends. popular, loud, charming, didn’t mix with people like you.

—i... i don't think this is a good idea, what if i don't fit in? —you asked the bowtruckle. you paced around your room, luckily your awful roommates were out, giving you the space to overthink in peace. —what if they think i’m not funny? or too quiet? what if they just —you sighed, pressing your palms against your face, —don’t like me?

the bowtruckle, entirely unimpressed by your spiral, drummed its tiny fingers against your wrist in quick, impatient taps, as if trying to snap you out of your overthinking. it chirped, as if telling you that everything was going to be alright, that remus was waiting for you, that he wanted you there with them, with him.

—easy for you to say, —you mumbled, adjusting your pocket so it could settle back in. —you’re effortlessly charming.

—i can't wait to meet her, remus, i bet she's super sweet, —lily said excitedly as she sat next to remus in the gryffindor common room.

—if she appears, —sirius added to make remus even more nervous.

—she will, —remus said with confidence, though a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. you weren’t the kind of person to throw yourself into new situations easily. he knew that. this was pushing you out of your comfort zone.

—yeah, of course she will, —james said with a smirk. —she can't miss this chance with our moony and we have to green light her.

—green light her? —remus couldn't believe what he was hearing.

—you thought we’d just let some wicked slytherin into your life without making sure she’s not, i don’t know, secretly plotting your demise? —sirius asked.

—and what if she’s not worthy of our dear, delicate remus? what if she can handle his brooding nature, his tragically poetic soul? —james added, pouting and pinching remus' cheeks.

—get off, —remus groaned, pushing james’ hands away.

peter laughed, —no, but they have a point. we just want to make sure she’s good enough for you, moony. you’ve been rejecting girls left and right for years, and now, suddenly, you’ve got someone special? we’re intrigued.

remus knew what peter meant by someone special and he wanted to brush off their teasing, to dismiss the idea that you were anything more than just a friend, but he couldn't say that you weren't someone special because you were, even if he couldn’t fully admit it yet.

—she's just a friend, —remus finally said, the words almost getting caught in his throat.

everyone waited for remus to say something more, or for someone to break the tension after what they'd just heard. james and sirius shared a look, lily bit her lip as she glanced between remus and the others, and peter raised his eyes from his book as if he had heard his friend tell the biggest lie in the world.

remus was annoyed by the sudden silence. —what? she's just a friend, —he repeated, like saying it enough times would make it true, like he was not only trying to convince his friends but also himself.

james nodded, —sure, mate.

in that moment, you knocked on the picture frame and remus stood up all of a sudden, so fast that lily barely had time to move her legs before he nearly tripped over them. james leaned back on the couch, elbowing sirius. —just a friend, huh?

remus ignored them, muttering something under his breath as he reached the portrait and pulled it open. you knocked three times, just as remus told you to. he wasn't allowed to tell you the gryffindor password, so this quiet signal was the best option. a part of you hoped he wouldn’t hear it, that you could leave before anyone noticed you were even there.

you still had time to turn around, to disappear and pretend this never happened. your pulse pounded in your ears, every muscle in your body tensed. you once were made for this—groups, attention, friendship that extended beyond hushed library corners and whispered conversations by the black lake—, but now you didn't know if you could take it.

then, the portrait swung open and remus stood there, looking at you like he knew exactly what you were thinking. he didn’t say anything at first, just studied you, like he was giving you one last chance to change your mind. but when you didn’t move, didn’t speak, he gave you a small smile.

—hi, —you said first, trying to act as if you weren't panicking inside.

—hey, —remus stepped aside to let you in. his eyes moved to the pocket on your slythetin shirt. —hey there, little one.

the bowtruckle peeked out, chirping softly at the familiar voice. it seemed completely at ease, unlike you, whose heart was pounding so hard you were sure remus could hear it. you stepped into the common room. it was nothing like slytherin's, you swore the warmth of the place not only radiated from the fireplace but from the people there, everyone seemed to exist in a kind of effortless friendship.

—don't get used to it, slytherin, you will have to return to your dungeon at some point, —sirius teased when he saw you analyzing the room.

remus looked at him in terror, that's how you were received? already kicking you out? he was going to apologize in behalf of his friend, how many times would he have to do that during the afternoon? but before he could say anything, you just shyly smiled.

—didn’t realize gryffindors were so territorial.

you fought to try and not to start shaking after saying that. you could handle teasing, you had been handling it all these years but no one made it in a friendly way. but with remus' friends, it felt lighter, even if you could still feel the weight of their attention on you. remus was surprised and a bit relieved that you had followed sirius's teasing with such ease. he expected maybe a little defensive, which he could've completely understand, but instead, you handled it just fine.

sirius grinned, clearly pleased that you weren’t intimidated. —oh, we are. especially when it comes to moony.

he extended his hand, an expectant look on his face, as if daring you to take it. you placed your hand in his, matching his energy as best you could.

—don't worry, he's the worst one out of all five, the rest of us are more normal, —james got up from his place on the couch and walked toward you, his signature smirk firmly in place. he also extended his hand and you shook it.

—yeah, i wouldn’t use the word normal to describe any of us… but we’re nice people, —peter added, also approaching you. you also shook his hand, with a small smile on his lips, entertained by them.

—for merlin's beard! you're here! —you heard a girl's voice say behind you, filled with excitement. you turned around just in time to see a redhead approaching, her green eyes bright with curiosity. before you could say anything, she wrapped her arms around you and your eyes widened in surprise.

in that moment, you realized just how long it had been since someone hugged you like this, like it was the most natural thing in the world. remus got a little scared because he knew you weren't used to people being as intense as lily, and for a second, he worried it might overwhelm you. but then, he watched as you slowly and hesitantly lifted your arms and hugged her back.

—i knew you'd come,— she said as she pulled back, holding your hands as if to confirm you were real. —they made it sound like you might run for the hills!

—we did not say that, —peter said.

—you implied it, —lily shot back with a knowing grin.

sirius, moved to sit on the couch as he smirked. —smart girl. she should have run.

you exhaled sharply, shaking your head. —believe me, i thought about it.

they all laughed but they knew that you were being serious.

remus should have been the one to lead the conversation, to make this easier for you. but he was too caught up in making sure nothing overwhelmed you, that no one said anything to make you second-guess being here. so it was james who took the lead instead.

—hmm, forgive lily, she's been dying to meet you, —james explained.

—yeah, remus talks about you all the time, how could i not?

in that moment, remus came back to reality, his ears and cheeks burning. you were unsure if you wanted to laugh or shrink into the floor. your heart pounded, not in fear, but in something close to warmth. if your bowtruckle didn’t have strict orders to not make an appearance, it would’ve already started chirping, betraying your secret because if remus talked about you… you were just as guilty. but thankfully, your tiny traitor stayed put.

—this is gonna be a fun evening, — sirius declared.

lily's lips parted to say something after she realized what she just said but, once again, james saved the situation.

—right, then! —he clapped his hands together. —since moony is too busy overthinking and evans is two seconds away from adopting you, i’ll be your official gryffindor tour guide for the evening. they can get the food and the drinks

lily rolled her eyes but didn’t argue, already pulling remus. —come on, moony, — she said. —we’ve got snack duty, apparently.

you nodded slowly, assuring remus that you'd be fine. then, once they left, you looked around the common room, there were so many things that it was hard to focus on just one. james noticed your distraction and nudged you lightly. —overwhelmed, are we?

—a bit, — you huffed a laugh and admitted, still glancing around.

—don’t worry, you’ll get used to it, —peter added.

—first, the fireplace, —james said, him and peter walked by your side around the common room to show you thing by thing. —you want warmth? you fight for a seat here. sirius practically lives on that couch.

—next, we have the best table for last-minute essay writing, —james gestured toward a large wooden table covered with at least three half-empty cups of tea.

—or for pretending to write essays while actually playing wizard’s chess, —peter added. —this is lily’s and your remus' preferred study spot. no one dares sit there when they're in one of their homework moods. but it’s been ages since remus last showed up here, hasn’t it, james? any idea why?

—oh, i wonder what could've possibly distracted him, —james added dramatically, stroking his chin like a detective solving a mystery. —could it be… a certain slytherin?

you felt the warmth rush to your cheeks as all eyes turned to you, their grins filled with mischief. in that moment, sirius appeared and threw his arm over your shoulder. you tensed for a second. first lily and now sirius. physical affection wasn't something you were used to but they were effortlessly casual about it, like this was just how things worked here.

—don’t worry, slytherin, —sirius said, smirking as he pulled you into his side like you’d been friends forever. his easygoing nature made it hard to feel uncomfortable. —we tease because we care. and because it’s fun. we know you're taking good care of our moony, you've even gotten him to enjoy herbology.

—leave her alone, —lily said, slipping between you and sirius.

remus and lily had just returned, bringing snacks and drinks, though it was remus carrying everything. lily, on the other hand, had hooked her arm through yours, gently tugging you away from sirius as if to physically shield you from any more teasing.

—i'll show you the rest of the common room, while they, —she shot a deadly glance to james, peter an remus, —go and help moony.

the three of them collectively let out a dramatic huff but moved to help remus with the rest of the snacks.

—they're too much, but you'll get used to them, —lily said as she guided you toward the next part of the common room. the wall was covered in moving photographs, some of past gryffindor students, others of current ones. —this is the unofficial gryffindor history wall, —lily explained. —you’ll find pictures of old quidditch teams, past hogwarts students and prank victims...

you stepped closer, eyes scanning the frames. there, in one of the more recent photographs, were remus, james, sirius, and peter, all together. you smiled a little. remus had that same soft expression, he was pushing his reading glasses up on his nose, clearly attempting to look composed for the picture but his friends were doing everything in their power to ruin that.

you felt lily nudge you softly, —saw something you like? —lily asked. your cheeks warmed slightly again, and you glanced at her, suddenly aware of how long you’d been staring. lily giggled and tightened her arm around yours as if silently telling you that everything was alright. —you two are adorable.

before you could attempt to defend yourself, a loud voice interrupted.

—oi! evans! stop stealing our slytherin!

lily rolled her eyes, annoyed because he wanted to spend more time alone with you. you two walked back to the fireplace where the four boys where. lily let go your arm and moved quickly to stop james from eating all her favorite snack. you lingered near the couches, suddenly unsure of where to sit. you weren’t sure of the unspoken rules there of who usually sat where.

—hey, —remus said from behind you. he held a magic chess in his hands, his warm brown eyes watching you carefully, searching for any sign of discomfort. —you okay? sorry my friends hoarded you. i apologize for them, but they mean well.

you nodded, —no need to apologize, i'm okay. they're fun.

remus gave you a small, relieved smile. —come sit with me.

you nodded again. you made your way over to the couch, and though it was only big enough for two, it was small enough that your leg brushed against his as you sat. lily and james shared a similar couch, just that she had her head resting on his legs. sirius had taken the armchair, with both of his legs hanging over the armrest. peter was sitting on the rug, his back against the space where sirius' legs were supposed to be hanging and a bowl of popcorn in his hands.

—why don't you tell us about yourself, slytherin?

you felt the sudden weight of their attention, all eyes now on you. it had been so long since anyone had been genuinely interested in what you had to say about yourself that you didn't even know where to start. the words felt stuck in your throat, and for a moment, you wondered if you should just retreat back into the comfortable silence you were used to.

you cleared your throat, trying to shake off the hesitation. you shifted slightly on the couch and remus moved his hand to rest on your leg, a subtle reminder that you were in a friendly space, with no judgment, no rush, just people who wanted to know you.

—what do you want to know? —you asked sirius back.

—your family. are they wizards? —peter asked before sirius could.

you shook your head. —no, i'm the only witch in my family.

—i'm also a muggle-born! —lily said, excited. james, sirius and peter told you that they were pure bloods and remus didn't need to tell you that he was a half-blood because you already knew that.

—what is your quidditch team?

—i don't... i don't really like quidditch.

the room fell silent for a moment. three pairs of eyes stared at you in various stages of shock, disbelief, and—on sirius’ part—betrayal. even lily blinked at you, surprised, though she didn’t look nearly as horrified as the boys did. you swallowed, waiting for an answer from them. did you say something wrong?

—you don’t like quidditch? —james repeated, as if the words physically pained him to say out loud. he placed a dramatic hand over his heart. —tell me you’re joking.

—i’m not, —you admitted with a small nervous smile. —i just never really got into it. i didn't grow up watching quidditch and i don't get along particularly well with the slytherin quidditch team.

—she has a point about the slytherin team, though, —lily chimed in, grabbing some gummies from the table. —they’re insufferable.

—moony, i can’t believe you brought us someone here someone who doesn’t like quidditch, —james complained loudly.

remus looked over at you with a small smile. —don’t listen to them. it’s not a requirement to like quidditch to be our friend.

—it should be, —sirius mumbled under his breath. lily threw him the gummy bear she had in her hand.

—what do you do for fun then? —peter asked, tilting his head curiously.

you hesitated for a moment, then answered, —i like reading.

you heard a collective huff coming from the other three boys and you couldn't help but giggle. remus had told you about they hated study time and the library, always trying to find ways to avoid it.

—see? brilliant hobby, —remus perked up immediately. —she also loves magical creatures.

sirius grinned. —careful, moony, sounds like you’ve met your perfect match.

you felt your face heat up at sirius’ words, although you didn't really understood his comment. out of the corner of your eye, you caught remus ducking his head slightly, suddenly very interested in adjusting his sweater sleeves.

—i think it’s great. magical creatures are fascinating. —lily said, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. she turned to you, her head still resting on james' legs, clearly eager to hear more. —what’s your favorite?

your thoughts drifted to the little creature you carried with you. the soft movement in your pocket reminded you of it—your bowtruckle, likely tucked in and sleeping by now. you ran a hand over your pocket, as if to reassure the tiny creature that it was still safe.

—well, —you started, your voice softer now as you spoke about something that was dear to you. —i think my favorite would have to be bowtruckles.

you saw the flicker of mischief appear on sirius' eyes when you mentioned bowtruckles and you knew he was going to ask you about it. that time at the beginning of the year when he and remus ran into you and saw your little friend.

—they're small, but they’re very clever. they’re experts at camouflaging themselves. but they’re also very loyal. if they trust you, they’ll protect you. i think that’s what I like the most about them.

for a moment, all of them looked at you closely, their expressions a mix of curiosity and surprise. you felt a slight knot form in your stomach as a wave of self-consciousness washed over you. had you said too much? overshared? remus, of course, was the first to offer a soft smile, his brown eyes warm and understanding.

—wow... that's so interesting, —james said. peter and lily hummed and nodded, agreeing with him. his eyes now softened with curiosity. —it’s... cool. you’ve got this whole different perspective on magic. i like it.

—you speak about bowtruckles as if you really know them, —sirius teased.

remus knew exactly what sirius was getting at. although remus already knew your bowtruckle, he also caught a glimpse of it on the train at the beginning of the year, no matter how much you had tried to act as if it had been nothing. —of course she knows them, —remus said smoothly, cutting sirius off before he could push further. —she just told you they're her favorites.

sirius rolled his eyes, —oh shut up, moony.

that nickname again. you'd been hearing it all evening. moony. it felt familiar on their tongues, effortless. you didn’t want to seem too nosy, but you finally couldn't hold it back. —i have to ask, what’s with the nickname? why moony?

the room fell silent for a brief moment. everyone else seemed to glance at remus. he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, as if trying to figure out how to explain it without revealing the truth. he wasn't ready for that yet. the mere thought of telling you made his stomach twist.

—in our first year at hogwarts, remus was so obsessed with astronomy, —james began, a nostalgic grin spreading across his face as if he was not telling the biggest lie ever, but he had to cover his friends back this time. he was sure that when remus was ready to tell you the truth, you’d understand. until then, this would have to do.

—yeah, he used to stay up all night with that bloody telescope of his, staring at the moon, —sirius added smoothly, catching on to james’ quick improvisation without hesitation.

—that's why we call him moony. he was obsessed, he knew more about the phases of the moon than any professor.

you hummed, nodding. it was odd. of all the time you'd spent with remus, he had never once mentioned his supposed passion for astronomy, nor the moon. you glanced at him, but he was focused on adjusting the chess pieces in front of him, as if willing himself not to look at you.

—i grew out of it, —remus said as if reading your mind.

—tragic, really, —james sighed, shaking his head. —all those sleepless nights, and for what? a nickname?

—enough about moony's past, —sirius said, —we’ve covered quidditch—disappointing answer, by the way. we’ve covered your special interests—very cool answer. what about dueling? potions? are you a secret prodigy in some terrifying slytherin skill?

you giggled, was he serious about this?

—have you ever cursed someone? —peter asked, leaning in a little, as if waiting for some grand confession.

james added. —yeah, i bet you know a ton of dark spells, don’t you?

—for merlin's beard! what are these questions? —remus exclaimed, rubbing his forehead as if trying to block out the absurdity of it all.

lily, equally horrified by the direction the conversation had taken, quickly stepped in. —do you play chess?

you let out a small laugh and nodded. sirius leaned back into the armchair with a pout.

—aw, no dark magic duels? no secret spells? —he teased.

—if you beat me at chess, we'll duel and i'll teach you some dark spells.

and sirius seemed satisfied because you two were the first ones to play. he wasted no time in making his first move, playing aggressively, clearly expecting you to struggle. but you didn't. with each move, you countered him easily. peter was the easiest to beat and james tried but just lasted a little longer than sirius. lily put up the best fight of them all, but after a long battle, she sighed, surrendering her king in resignation.

now, it was remus sitting on the floor in front of you, his legs crossed as he studied the board with quiet concentration. there was a little smile on his lips as he looked up at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back. the rest of them watched, a little amazed. there was something different about this match, something unspoken between you and remus as you played.

—they’re not even talking, —sirius whispered.

—they don’t need to, —lily murmured back, eyes flicking between the two of you.

james huffed, crossing his arms. —if they end up falling in love over a chessboard, i’m going to be so annoyed.

lily didn’t say anything else, but she could already see it. the way you and remus moved, the way you met each other’s gazes with soft smiles, the quiet ease between you—it was obvious. maybe not to the two of you just yet, but to everyone else in the room, it was as clear as day. the game ended in a draw, much to everyone's surprise. you extended your hand across the board to him, and remus took it with a light laugh.

the rest of the evening was just as great. you listened, content, as the group chatted about their various adventures, schoolwork, and the latest pranks they were planning for the next hogsmeade trip. you should come with us to hogsmeade the next time! lily said excited and they all agreed.

peter had taken your spot on the couch, leaving you and remus on the floor. your backs were leaning against the soft cushions. remus had hugged his legs to his chest, his knees drawn up as he rested his arms loosely around them. his attention on the group but his gaze drifting back to you every so often, as if checking in. every time your eyes met, there was that same unspoken connection, like a shared secret. you weren’t sure if he even realized he was doing it, but it made you feel seen in a way that was both comforting and... exciting.

it was comforting for him as well—seeing a happier look on your face, watching you laugh, relax, and get along so easily with his friends. their teasing had managed to break through your walls. maybe it was the way sirius had declared you not so bad for a slytherin. or the way james had groaned dramatically when you beat him, but still ruffled your hair like you were already one of them. maybe it was lily’s knowing looks, her quiet reassurances, or peter’s eager interest in your stories.

or maybe—just maybe—it was just remus.

because even now, as the conversation carried on around you, his presence beside you made you feel safe.

remus let go of his legs and one of his hands dropped to the floor right by yours. it wasn’t quite touching, but it was close enough that you could feel the warmth from his skin. you wondered if it was intentional. If he was testing the waters, seeing if you’d pull away. you didn’t. instead, your fingers twitched slightly, brushing against his just barely. it could have been an accident, a coincidence. but you knew it wasn’t when he turned his palm up, open—an invitation.

your fingers hesitated for only a moment before you moved your hand into his, your palm pressing lightly against his own as his fingers curled around yours. neither of you looked at each other, not directly. he kept his gaze ahead, pretending to listen to whatever his friends were saying, but you could see the small, pleased smile playing at the corner of his lips.

then, a soft chirping sound broke through the warmth of the moment. your bowtruckle, nestled in your pocket, had stirred, reminding you of something. your eyes went to the clock on the wall—it was late.

—oh, i should go, —you said interrupting the conversation as you stood from the floor, letting go remus' hands. every part of you wanted to stay just a little longer.

—i'll walk you to the dungeons, —remus stood up, brushing off his sweater as if the decision had already been made.

james smirked. —should we expect you back before sunrise, or…?

remus rolled his eyes as he grabbed his wand from the table. —hilarious. truly.

lily got up from the couch and went to hug you. this time you were ready to hug her back, —it’s been great meeting you, —she said as she pulled away, smiling. —i hope you join us again soon. in fact, i was planning to go over my potions homework tomorrow. maybe we can do it together?

—yeah, there’s also a quidditch match tomorrow. gryffindor versus hufflepuff. not the most exciting thing, but still worth watching. maybe when you and lily are done with your studying, you can join us, —james added.

you blinked, caught off guard by how easily they included you in her plans, —oh, yeah. that sounds nice, actually, —you admitted.

lily beamed. —perfect! i’ll save you a seat in the library. goodnight. and be careful, both of you.

peter offered a small wave and a genuine, goodnight, before turning back to the others. sirius, still lounging in the armchair, of course had to make the last joke of the evening, try not to hex our dear moony on the way down, yeah? we’re trusting you not to unleash one of your dark magic tricks on him. remus let out a sigh, shaking his head. you let out a little laugh with a goodbye sirius.

stepping out of the common room, you walked beside remus, your footsteps echoing slightly in the empty hallways, neither of you in a rush to reach your destination. his hands were tucked into the pockets of his pants, and you found yourself glancing at them more than once. after a moment, remus spoke, his voice softer now. —you fit in well with them.

you glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. —do i?

he nodded. —yeah. they definitely like you.

you let out a quiet chuckle, the sound almost nervous, as a strange sensation stirred in your chest, something you couldn’t quite decipher. —well, they don’t know me that well yet.

—they know enough, —he said simply.

the feeling in your chest was a mix of not having fit in with anyone for years and the satisfaction of finally finding people you were comfortable around. you almost wanted to ask what enough meant, would it be true what lily had said earlier, about how remus couldn't stop talking about you? the idea crossed your mind, making your stomach flutter. you weren’t sure if you could believe it. it felt safer to think that way, rather than consider the possibility that remus might actually think about you when you weren’t in the room.

but before you could ask him, remus gave a soft sigh, breaking the silence. —did you have fun?

you nodded, —so much fun. i didn’t expect it to be this… easy.

remus glanced over at you, his eyes softening in that familiar way they always did when he listened to you. he had a way of making you feel like what you said mattered, and that was something you weren’t used to.

—you know you hurt james' ego when you beat him at chess, right? especially in front of lily, —he said with a mischievous smile.

you chuckled. as you walked, the two of you chatted about the rest of the evening. only your laughter could be heard in the corridors of the castle. you watched as he pulled his hands out of his pockets, stretching his fingers slightly before letting them fall at his sides. if you were now the one reaching for it, would he let you?

you hesitated. maybe it was the late hour making you bold. your fingers twitched slightly, debating. testing. it would be so easy to just... let your fingers brush against his, to close the space between you. but before you could make a decision, the entrance to the slytherin dungeons came into view.

you swallowed, slowing your steps. too late.

—i’m glad you came tonight, —he said, his voice gentle. —it’s been nice, having you here.

for a moment, you just stood there, facing each other in the dim light of the castle corridor.

—thank you for inviting me, i had so much fun, —you said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips.

remus nodded. a few seconds of silence stretched between you. he looked as if he wanted to say something more, something important, but the words never came. instead, he exhaled softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

—i... i should leave before filch finds us, —he finally said, his voice quieter now.

you gave a small chuckle. —yeah, wouldn’t want detention right when we have plans for tomorrow.

he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle hug. you melted into it. he smelled faintly of old parchment, chocolate, and something distinctly him—something comforting. you still remembered the first time he hugged you. you hadn’t known what to do with yourself. physical affection had never come naturally to you, and for a long time, you had simply stood there, unmoving, unsure of how to reciprocate. but now? now, you fit against him effortlessly, as if this had always been meant to happen.

his arms tightened slightly, just for a second, as if he wanted to hold on a little longer. you felt his heartbeat, steady and calm, before he finally exhaled and slowly pulled away. but not completely. as he moved back, his cheek brushed against yours, and for the briefest moment, his lips ghosted over your skin.

your breath hitched. it was barely a touch, more of an accident than an intention, but it sent a rush of warmth through you.

remus stayed there, really close to your face. his hesitation was brief, but you caught it—the way his dark brown eyes moved to look at your lips. and then, before either of you could think too much about it, he moved. slowly, carefully, like he was giving you a chance to pull away, remus leaned in. his nose brushed against yours, your breaths mingled in the small space between you, and then he finally closed the distance.

his lips met yours, soft and unsure at first, but when you didn’t pull away, when instead you tilted your head just slightly to meet him better, he deepened the kiss. his hand, warm and steady, found its way to your cheek, his thumb tracing the edge of your jaw.

there was a knot in your stomach, tight and overwhelming. you had spent so long convincing yourself that this kind of intimacy wasn’t meant for you. your fingers curled tighter into the fabric of his sweater as if afraid that the moment might slip away too soon. and maybe remus felt the same, because just before he pulled back, he kissed you again—just once, a little firmer, like he was making sure this was real.

you looked down, shy, and remus laughed.

—i should really leave now, —he murmured, though he made no move to step away.

—yeah, —you said softly, but neither of you moved.

the castle was quiet around you, the dim light casting long shadows on the stone walls. it felt like you were standing in a moment just outside of time. remus exhaled slowly, as if gathering the will to actually leave. then, in one last act of hesitation, he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.

—goodnight, —he said against your skin.

you stood there for a moment after he left, your heart still racing, your lips still tingling. and then, with a quiet smile to yourself, you turned and made your way to the dungeons. as you walked, your bowtruckle peeked out of your pocket, tilting its tiny head before letting out a soft chirp.

—you should be sleeping, —you told it. your bowtruckle chirped again. you rolled your eyes but couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you. —did that really happened? oh, don’t look at me like that, —you whispered. —it was just a kiss, —the little creature let out another noise before scurrying back into the folds of your robes, apparently satisfied with whatever it had seen.

when remus returned to the common room, he found lily still there, waiting. she didn’t say anything at first, just raised an eyebrow as he walked in. he sighed, already knowing where this was going.

—don’t make this a bigger deal than it is, —remus said, his tone more vulnerable than any of them were used to hearing. he plopped down on the sofa beside lily as he ran his hands over his face.

lily’s smile softened as she watched him with a sympathy. she reached over to gently nudge his shoulder, offering him a quiet kind of support.

—i don’t know what’s going on, alright? it’s complicated, and i don’t want to screw it up.

lily nodded, because she understood, because she knew him well enough to recognize the fear behind his hesitation. —you won't, —she said.

he sighed, leaning back into the sofa, staring at the dying embers in the fireplace. his fingers twitched like he wanted to fidget with something, like he had too much energy left from the night despite how tired he suddenly felt.

—what do you think of her?

—she's great, i think you two make a great pair and i think that you’re overthinking again.

—am i? —he asked, glancing at her.

—yes. —she nudged his arm gently. —you like her, don’t you?

his silence was answer enough.

—and she clearly likes you too, —lily continued. —she wouldn’t have stayed so long tonight if she didn’t.

she stretched, suppressing a yawn as she got up from the couch. remus let out a slow breath, sinking into the couch. the memory of the kiss still vivid on his mind. —i kissed her, —he admitted, almost like he was still processing it himself. the words slipping out as if saying them aloud would make it feel less overwhelming. he wasn’t even sure if he was talking to lily or just to himself, still processing the fact that it had happened at all.

lily’s eyes widened, but she quickly hid her expression into something more composed. —and?

—and it was… nice.

lily rolled her eyes, though her smile betrayed her amusement. —nice? that’s all you’re giving me?

remus huffed a laugh, shaking his head. —fine. it was really nice. terrifying, but nice.

lily grinned. —well, i think she’s good for you, and i think you should let yourself be happy for once. —she leaned to kiss the top of remus' head as a good night. as she turned toward the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory, she threw one last glance over her shoulder. —and for what it is worth, i think you shouldn't let the boys know that you are, you know... exchanging saliva with her, —

—for merlin’s beard, lily! —he exclaimed, interrupting her incredulous. exchanging saliva was the grossest way she could have put it.

lily only laughed, clearly pleased with herself. —unless, of course, you want them to start planning the wedding.

she left him alone in the common room, the only sounds left being the faint crackling of the dying fire and the occasional creak of the old castle settling around him. but in his mind, he could still hear your soft laugh. it was strange, how easily you had slipped into their group, how natural it had felt to have you there. even stranger was the way he had let himself get so caught up in it all—the chess match, the quiet moments, the warmth of your hand brushing against his. and then, the kiss.

remus exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. he should go to bed. merlin help him, because he knew he was already in too deep.

[oceantornadoo]

you: an absolute teeth-aching bone deep want to be loved and to give love. that hollow feeling behind your chest is too familiar and you want it gone. you just want to be in love, to treat someone with gentleness and to be wanted.

your 141 bae who has been in love with you since the moment he met you: ...i'm right here

gn!reader headcanons below the cut:

childhood best friend simon: let's say you knew him before he lost his family. a scrawny-limbed blond, always willing to extend a trip to the park or a cigarette behind school - anything to not go home. you'd visit him when he started part-time as a butcher in high school, wrinkling your nose at the smell of bloody meat but staying anyways, doing your homework at the singular table in the shop. he was there when you moved away from town, for college or a new job or any life-altering decision that he was secondary to, something simon could only hope to grasp. once he leaves for the military, you mourn your relationship and move on. simon is a blur in your mind, a reminder of snow days and sweet tea summers and leaf piles and dandelion picking, on a nostalgic shelf in the untouched corners of your brain. ten years later, you've finally made a name for yourself and truly gotten out; grown roots. but you still have this soul-deep yearning, some unfamiliar-shaped hole in your chest that miraculously fills when you open your door to simon, a grown man who's tired of wanting you from afar. tired of stalking your social media and writing fantasies in his head. tired of picking people to fuck just because they look like you, then going soft halfway through because their voice isn't the right pitch. he's here, and he's ready to do whatever it takes.

best friend gaz: now this is different from a childhood best friend, so keep that in mind. gaz is always this guy-next-door type with a panty-dropping smile and impeccable manners. this notion does him some good, helps him avoid some deep-rooted british military prejudices, but it also turns you away. you check him off as nice and place him in the best friend box. you don't understand how he tracks your every move on a mission, almost always getting caught by johnny or price. you miss how he grips his pint ten times harder when he sees you on the pub floor, dancing with some stranger whose hands are a bit too low. he tells you he gets rejected for being "too nice", but really, he ignores his 27 unread DMs and flirty cafe eye contact in favor of movie nights, prank wars, your shitty reality shows. he's grasping onto straws, can't you see sweetheart? when you're drunk and turn into a cuddler, he can pretend just for a second that you truly mean it. gaz lets your hands wander under his shirt, lets you murmur your darkest fear of never being loved into the quietness of your room, leaving you to sleep on top of your covers with a kiss to the forehead. he doesn't know what's pushed him over: you almost dying on that last mission, you making out with a stranger in a bar, you you you in those pants and that shirt and that's it. he has to say something. has to put it all on the line because gaz can't live like this anymore.

best friend's brother price: it was some one-sided crush, your best friend's brother with his suave teenage ways as compared to your brutal tween phase, acne and braces on the way. it had dissipated quickly, john never the wiser, his presence substituted with trendy band obsessions and first kisses. instead, it happened at your best friend's wedding. you were both in the wedding party, some object of fate throwing you together as your best friend forced you two to dance. you were tipsy on champagne, on the happiness of marriage, that you giddily admitted your fleeting childhood crush and how much john had grown since then. and that was it. john was always going to settle down, always going to have a pretty thing waiting for him back home, he just didn't figure out until right now that it would be you. he tries to hide his affections under friendliness, not wanting to ruin your friendship with his sibling, but john has never been discrete. he's suddenly invading your life with offers of fixing your kitchen sink, painting that one spot you can't reach, moving your couch to fit your latest pinterest board. you're practically family, love - which kills all your hopes for something more, feeling like a familyzone. but john means it differently, means you're predestined to be his, already accepted and loved by his loved ones and how could he not see it before? you refuse to accept his kindness and it absolutely kills him, so he scares off potential dates and any chance of meet-cutes with an arm around your waist and why can't you see him the way he sees you?

friends with benefits johnny: it was just sex, right? you'd been the one to say it, the one to set that boundary with your fellow sergeant. you didn't think johnny was capable of more, mistaking his cheeky smirks and booming laugh for being unserious, when in reality, johnny is as serious as it gets. he tells himself he can fuck you because he'll marry you one day, that cross sitting heavy under his shirts. he doesn't wash his sheets for weeks after that first fuck, too busy inhaling the scent of you cumming around his mouth, his cock. that is, until, you tell him his sheets stink and refuse to fuck him and he pretends you're having an argument as a married couple, all intimate and bored. johnny sees a recruit getting too flirty and pulls you into a supply closet using his best distraction methods. he sways you from joining a month's long solo mission, some stupid excuse about missing your lips too much when really he knows it's a suicide mission. johnny forces you to stay over after a midnight fuck, some bullshit about simon being up at that time and seeing you in the hallway on base. in reality, he treasures cuddling you with his brawny arms, pretending you're his willingly. pretending he's made peace with you, this wild creature, never tamed but understood. he can't force himself to ask for more, too scared to lose the crumbs he's holding onto. johnny tries to hide it with a fiery personality and a thick accent, but inside? he's a complete goner.

[tsiftor]

The same way I saw someone once give Wu Yanzi a redemption by being wife beamed by Shen Yuan, I lowkey kind of wanna see it done to Qiu Jianluo...

Like, Shen Yuan does not know what type of person Qiu Jianluo is! He's just as clueless as Qiu Haitang. In this life, he was reborn as the son of a rich household. Mayhaps, it's an alternate universe where he has the same family, but in a different time period (in PIDW). Shen Yuan could still have his frail health, or he could be stronger since it's a world where almost anything is possible... all because of Luo Binghe and the wife plots. Luo Binghe is not important in this plot, though.

Anyway, Shen Yuan appears at the Qiu household because he was forced to for whatever reason. He meets Shen Jiu, and is immediately charmed because of how adorable and considerate he is. (Really, Shen Jiu felt like he is walking on thin ice because Shen Yuan is friends with Qiu Jianluo, so he didn't want to get on Shen Yuan's bad side as the consequences could be way worse if Qiu Jianluo heard.) But Shen Jiu clocks that Shen Yuan is not as fake as Qiu Jianluo after meeting him several times. Also, Shen Jiu keeps getting the ick that Qiu Jianluo fake ass persona acts way worse around Shen Yuan.

Qiu Jianluo wants to whip Shen Jiu for being so damn imprudent, but he is always hiding behind Shen Yuan. Qiu Jianluo does not want Shen Yuan of all peeps to find out about his true persona. (Shen Yuan kind of already knew mostly due to rumors, but he thought it was outrageous. Regardless, there may be a good reason for it!) Kind of want Qiu Jianluo to be slightly younger than Shen Yuan because I want Shen Yuan to fawn over a "beast". Qiu Jianluo is a beast in Shen Jiu's eyes. At the same time, while Shen Jiu refuses to admit that he's kind of the same type as Qiu Jianluo, he likes Shen Yuan giving him the same type of affection. (Y'know what they say about like father, like son or like mother, like daughter? Except this is like abuser, like abused type...? Whatever if that doesn't make sense.)

Anyway, Shen Yuan giving Qiu Jianluo head pats, v platonic kisses on the cheek or forehead, hugs, and what not. Qiu Haitang and Shen Jiu also gets the same type of affection. Shen Jiu can tell Qiu Jianluo is fucking jealous and infuriated out of his mind. Although, he is way more chill about it when Shen Yuan does it to Qiu Haitang, he fucking hates Shen Jiu to the point where Qiu Jianluo wants to kick Shen Jiu out rather than keep him to marry Qiu Haitang or have his fun with Shen Jiu. He just wants the slave GONE. However, he can't do that when Shen Yuan adores that damn fucking slave.

Forgot to mention that Qiu Jianluo's obsession with Qiu Haitang decreased as it is going towards Shen Yuan now instead.

Qiu Jianluo had whipped Shen Jiu for this before, but he stopped after seeing how much Shen Yuan coddled the slave when the slave had said his injuries was due to his clumsiness. They both know that Shen Jiu would've gotten punished way worst, maybe to death had he said the truth. However, this is Shen Yuan. That would've never happened.

Qiu Jianluo doesn't even want to find out what Shen Yuan would've done had he actually found out. (So in some case, Shen Jiu has the upper hand here.) Although, Qiu Jianluo would probably try to abuse him more discreetly in locations that Shen Yuan cannot see unless Shen Jiu gets stripped.

Thanks to that Shen Jiu was able to eat well, grow slightly fatter, be hygienic, grow taller, heal from his injuries, be educated—feel human, and not feel like the Xiao Jiu he is.

Shen Jiu still despises men, but he likes how safe he feels with Shen Yuan. He still thinks he is disgusting(?) For feeling safe with women, and Shen Yuan. Not that he'll ever admit it, but he'll use anything that will help him. Qiu Jianluo continues to belittle him, that he is nothing to Shen Yuan no matter how kind he is being treated. Shen Jiu can't tell if that jab was at him or at Qiu Jianluo himself.

Four years later(?), Yue Qingyuan comes to save Shen Jiu as he promised. That's when Shen Yuan learned that Shen Jiu was a slave, and not a servant. Shen Yuan tells Qiu Jianluo to free him, and Qiu Jianluo accepts without hesitation. This makes it easier to get rid of that slave without defiling his own hands. Sure, Qiu Haitang did complain about it, but this was the best scenario for him.

Qiu Jianluo probably sent out assassins to get Shen Jiu's head, but they all mostly failed because Shen Jiu is the scum villain that should die by Luo Binghe's hands, so he has his own type of "protagonist's halo", but in this case, "villain's halo"? The most that happened to Shen Jiu is injuries that may or may not have almost killed him.

While Shen Jiu is still feral, he isn't as feral as the original scum villain thanks to Shen Yuan's presence. Mayhaps, Shen Jiu plans to whisk Shen Yuan away once he is Peak Lord.

[pineappleciders]

I loved your older siblings has, can u do more of them ?? :3

south park main 4 with a stereotypical older sibling reader

A/N: of course!!!! i've actually gotten several reqs to do more of these so i'm gonna do the main 4!!! i hope this is what you meant :D also so sorry for this being super late i have too many drafts

stan marsh

ANOTHER SHELLY??? pray for him

his friends have seriously been getting annoyed with how much he complains about his older siblings

you don't beat him up as bad as shelly does but you do shove him out of the way and noogie him and all that. you take his hat off and make fun of his greasy hair and he gets super pissy

always angry about how you always manage to woo your parents over. how sharon treats you like an angel when you're actually an evil dick

you and shelly gang up on him all the time LOL you two plan together in your rooms about how to annoy him. like when his friends are over you constantly open the door randomly just to put him on edge

whenever he's having problems with wendy he always comes to you. you always laugh and make fun of him but you actually give really good relationship advice

despite constantly making fun of him and annoying him you actually always have his back?? when he's getting bullied or he feels scared you're always on the person's ass and ready to jump in front of him at any moment

you'd never admit it though. stan is a little shit but he's a funny evil little shit

kyle broflovski

he peeks into a room to see you playing with ike and smiling and laughing and treating him like a little angel and he compares that to how you treat him and he thinks it's unfair

what he doesn't know is that when he was a baby like ike you were constantly cooing at him and carrying him. you think you would die of embarrassment if your parents showed him pictures of you reading him bedtime stories

he thinks you HATE him. like he is 100% convinced that you are out to get him. i mean you kinda are but it's tough love yk

you hide his hat often because you know he would rather die than go to school without it. he gets all pissed and snatches it when he finds it

calls you stupid and stuff like stereotypical sibling behavior but you're really the only grown-up he can trust with issues. sheila is amazing but she has quite a temper,, you're not that great either but you always help out somehow

tattles on you when you do smth he knows ur not supposed to be. he doesn't take immense joy in being a snitch but he thinks you deserve it

eric cartman

he hates you. you're #1 on his shit-list. like seriously be careful

whines and stamps his foot when you aren't a pushover and actually make him do basic things. like how dare you be a normal human being. he hates liane too but he always clings to her when you're around

whenever you see his friends you like to embarrass him by telling them how much of a mama's boy he is. and it doesn't really work because their opinion of him can't get much lower

is constantly plotting on how to get rid of you. sometimes you find papers in his room that are either extremely complicated or super simple plans to kill you

he also tapes threatening letters to your door sometimes. you're not really scared of him, but after the incident with the tenormans, you started locking your door at night..

his friends are actually quite thankful that there's someone to keep eric in his place now. he actually acts... somewhat more normal now. it's frightening how just having an older sibling can keep him in line

although... not completely. he's still a little devil and you pick him up by his scruff like a kitten whenever you catch him plotting.

kenny mccormick

even if you occasionally lock the door on him, and tease him in his stupid little roleplay outfits, he's still quite thankful to have an elder figure in his life who can take care of him.

admittedly, it's very hard to be mean to kenny and karen, so you typically find yourself bullying kevin the most.

it's never mean-spirited though. living in a household like that requires you to stick together, and you honestly wouldn't trade your siblings for the world

you get a job pretty early to start providing for your family, and you're often forced to bring kenny and the others with you to work at your boring cashier job. kevin likes to help out with restocking while karen and kenny play dolls behind the register

you smack kenny upside the head everytime you catch him reading porno mags.

his friends either think you're awesome or think you're lame. depends on how u act and cartman probably lowkey likes you but doesn't admit it cuz ur poor😭😭

even though you're mean to him u and kenny still chill a lot together. he'll always ask about adult stuff like weed but you never entertain his goofy ideas. he might try to act more grown, but he'll always be your baby brother!!!

[greengoblinswifey]

A Christmas Reconnection—Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

summary— After breaking up with Rafe due to his treatment of Sarah and her friends, you’ve tried to move on, spending the holiday season without him. But as Christmas approaches, Sarah encourages you to follow your heart, knowing you still love him. A surprise reconciliation reignites your love, and together, you celebrate a magical Christmas.

warnings— slight angst, exes to lovers, oral(m&f receiving), fingering, daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, lots of fluff, L bombs.

Christmas was just a few days away, and the chill in the Kildare air matched the coldness that had settled between you and Rafe over the last few months. Ever since the breakup, you hadn’t had much contact with him. You couldn’t ignore how he’d treated Sarah, and it made being with him feel impossible.

Sitting on the couch in JJ’s living room, wrapped in blankets and sipping hot chocolate, you tried to enjoy the peaceful night, but your mind kept wandering back to him. Sarah sat next to you, watching you with a thoughtful gaze.

“I know you still love him,” she said quietly, breaking the silence.

“What?” you asked, looking over at her.

“I know you still have feelings for Rafe. You wouldn’t have been with him all that time if you didn’t care. But I also know you can’t stand what he’s done to me or John B.”

Your heart squeezed. “I do love him, Sarah,” you admitted softly, “But yeah, I don’t fuck with the way he’s treated you, and how he’s been with your friends, or John B. It’s just not the same.”

Sarah smiled softly, her eyes filled with affection. “I know, and I get it,” she said, her voice sincere. “But I love you both. And I love that you care about me, but I can't keep you away from someone you still love. I want you to be happy, and I know that could mean making up with Rafe.”

You felt a tightness in your chest as she spoke, torn between your loyalty to her and the love you still had for her brother, even after everything. “You want me to go back to him?” you asked.

“I want you to do what feels right for you,” Sarah said gently, “but if you love him, you should give him a chance. It’s gonna be Christmas, after all. A time for second chances, right?”

Her words lingered in the air. You hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth of her support and love, but still unsure of how to handle everything. “Okay,” you whispered, pulling back to look at her. “I’ll try.”

Later that night, you sat alone in your room, your phone buzzing with notifications. You glanced down at your screen to see multiple texts from Rafe as per usual.

Rafe: I’m sorry. I never should’ve treated you like that. Please talk to me. I miss you so much.

Rafe: I love you, and I’m sorry for everything. I’ve been a mess without you.

Each message made your heart ache, but you couldn’t ignore the pain of his past actions. You took a deep breath and typed a response.

We should talk.

Seconds later, his reply came.

Rafe: Yes, please, come over. I’ve missed you so much.

You hadn’t seen him in weeks, and you weren’t sure what to expect. But your heart still cared about him, despite the hurt. After a long moment of hesitation, you grabbed your keys, deciding to drive to his house.

When you arrived at Rafe’s house, you knocked on the door, and when he opened it, his face lit up, but there was a sadness in his eyes too.

“Hey,” he said softly. “I’m glad you came.”

You gave him a small, uncertain smile. “I’m not sure what to expect from this conversation, Rafe.”

“I know,” he said, stepping aside to let you in. “I just want to apologize, for everything. I was an idiot. I hurt you and Sarah and I’m so sorry. But I’ve been miserable without you.”

You looked at him, really looked at him for the first time in a while. He looked different, tired, like he hadn’t slept much. He was still the same Rafe, the one you loved in so many ways, but there was something in his eyes that told you he regretted his actions.

“Why’d you do it?”’you asked softly, feeling the weight of the words. “Why did you treat Sarah that way? Why did you hurt me?”

His gaze softened. “I was selfish. I didn’t think about anyone else. But I promise you, I never meant to hurt you. I’ve just been a mess, and I don’t want to lose you. I’ve been thinking about you every day since we broke up. I fucking love you.”

Your heart clenched in your chest, and despite everything, you wanted to believe him. You weren’t sure if you were ready to jump back into a relationship with him, but there was a part of you that missed him, that longed to hear him say these words.

“You still love me?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“More than anything,” Rafe replied, stepping closer to you. “I’m sorry for everything. And I know I don’t deserve a second chance, but if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I’ll do anything to make things right.”

You paused, unsure of what to say. You’d been hurt, but maybe, just maybe, there was room for forgiveness. After a long moment of silence, you finally spoke.

“Maybe we can start over. Just—take it slow.”

Rafe’s face lit up with a relieved smile, and he pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly. “I’ll take it slow. Whatever it takes to show you I’m serious. I love you.”

You held him back, not fully certain what the future would bring, but for the first time in a long time, you felt a spark of hope. And maybe, just maybe, this Christmas could be the start of something new.

Rafe led you upstairs to his room, where everything looked just as you remembered, his neatly made bed, the faint scent of his cologne in the air, and the soft glow of the lamp on his nightstand. He grabbed a blanket from the edge of the bed and draped it over your shoulders as you both sank into the mattress.

He pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist as you leaned into his chest. “I missed this,” he murmured, his voice soft and full of longing.

“Me too,” you admitted, your fingers toying with the edge of the blanket.

He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering a little longer than necessary. “You don’t know how many nights I sat here, just wishing you were with me,” he said, his voice heavy.

You turned slightly, looking up at him. His blue eyes searched yours, a vulnerability there that made your chest tighten. “I didn’t know if we could get back to this.”

“Losing you made me realize how much I was screwing up—not just with you, but with everyone. I’ll prove it to you, every day if I have to,” he replied.

You sighed, leaning your head back against his shoulder. The warmth of his body against yours was a comfort you hadn’t realized you’d missed so much. As you shifted slightly, you felt the hardness of his cock press against you.

He cleared his throat, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispered, “Sorry. Can you blame me? Having you this close again, it’s everything I’ve been dreaming about.”

Your cheeks warmed, and you glanced down, your voice barely above a whisper. “Let me help you.” You weren’t sure what came over you and you hoped that you wouldn’t regret it afterwards.

He tried to hide the excitement on his face but you could see it clearly. Slowly, you moved down onto the bed, pulling off his pajama pants to reveal his thick, hard cock. It had been months since you’d seen him like this, he almost looked bigger.

“Are you sure baby? You don’t have to do this if you truly don’t want to,” he said.

You shut him up by taking him into your mouth, stroking him as you did.

“Fuck baby, I missed that mouth,” he moaned.

You glided your tongue along his shaft, trailing it along the vein then licking the tip that oozed his salty pre cum. You took him back in again, this time allowing him to hit the back of your throat. Your hands went to massage his balls as you deep throated his cock and stared into his blue hues. He stared down at you with half lidded eyes and wrapped your braids in his hand, pressing you down gently onto his cock.

“Oh God, you’ve always been so good at this, shit,” he gasped.

You bobbed your head faster, each movement allowing his cock to brush against your tonsil. Rafe’s moans got louder as you spat on his cock before taking him back down your throat then sucking on his balls.

“Get it sloppy just like that baby, you’re sucking my cock so well,” he praised.

He used his hand to guide you down on him and before long, you felt him throb inside your mouth.

“Oh shit baby, I’m gonna cum, take my cum down your throat,” he gasped.

He came inside your mouth and you swallowed every drop, humming around his cock as you did. “That’s a good girl, you did so well for me,” he said.

Rafe began kissing you, trailing down your neck, his lips warm and deliberate, leaving a tingling path that made your breath hitch. He pulled back slightly, his blue eyes locking with yours, filled with a mixture of longing and devotion.

“Let me take care of you too,” he murmured, his voice low and tender, laced with a vulnerability that you hadn’t seen before.

You hesitated, your heart pounding, but the gentle way he cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb over your thighs reassured you. His gaze never left yours, waiting patiently for your response. When you gave a small, shy nod, his lips curved into a soft, relieved smile.

“Just relax,” he whispered, his hands slowly trailing down your sides as he gently took off your sweats. “You deserve to feel good. I want you to know how much you mean to me.”

Your breath quickened as his kisses moved to your thighs. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, the words sending a shiver through you. “Every inch of you drives me crazy.”

His hands rested firmly on your inner thighs, and he pressed a kiss there, his lips lingering as if worshiping the very idea of you. “Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this?“

“Rafe,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

He paused, looking up at you with a look that stole the air from your lungs. “I mean it,” he said softly. “You’re perfect. I’ll never get tired of reminding you of that.”

When his lips continued their journey to your clit, your head fell back against the pillows, your body responding instinctively to the warmth of his touch. The soft, praising words he murmured between kisses sent your pulse racing.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, his voice husky but soothing. “Let me hear you. I want to know how good I’m making you feel.”

Your hands gripped the sheets, and a soft moan escaped your lips. His name tumbled from you in a whisper, almost like a prayer, and he answered with a quiet, “I’ve got you, baby. Always.”

His movements were deliberate yet unhurried, and the warmth building in you was overwhelming. Pleasure jolted through your entire body as his skilled tongue sucked and nipped on your clit then you felt his finger slip inside you. He curled his finger, meeting the sweet spot inside you as his tongue flicked your clit and made you squirm. You had forgotten how good he was at giving head.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

When your breath hitched and your body tensed, he slowed his movements, giving you time to let the sensations wash over you. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, his tone dripping with affection. “You’re amazing. Cum for me, baby. I’ve got you.”

He tongue sped up and his fingers thrusted into you faster and as the tension built and finally released, you gasped his name, your voice filled with raw emotion. Rafe’s lips pressed against your clit one last time, his hands holding you steady as he whispered, “I’ve got you, always.”

Rafe wasn’t finished with you. He pressed tender kisses all over your face as he lined the tip of his cock with your quivering entrance.

“Do you want this? We can stop if you want to,” he said but you just wrapped your legs around him in response.

His blue eyes were locked on yours, filled with love and lust as his cock slowly slipped inside you. The air from your lungs was taken away as you felt him start to slowly thrust into you.

“I know baby, it’s okay, just breathe, I’ve got you,” he whispered, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.

You felt every inch, every vein, every throb of his cock as he moved inside you, stretching you out like he used to all those months ago. He reached between your bodies and rubbed your swollen clit, increasing the pleasure that took ahold of you.

“You’re so tight baby, I missed this pussy, missed you,” he said, voice strained.

“M-missed your cock so much daddy,” you gasped, feeling him brush against your cervix.

“There���s my girl, that’s it,” he cooed, increasing his pace.

He pounded into you harder, his cock reaching places only he could. You ground against him, meeting his harsh thrusts as the pleasure built and the coil in your abdomen threatened to snap.

“Clenching around me so tight baby, cum for daddy, cum on daddy’s cock,” Rafe murmured.

Moaning daddy like it was the only word you knew, you clamped down on his cock and allowed your orgasm to wash over you. It was powerful and intimate, making you see stars as he held you close and soon, his orgasm took ahold of him too. Rafe’s cum spurted inside your pussy, filling you up as he rutted into you slowly and whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

“You did so well for me baby. Thank you so much, you mean the fucking world to me.”

Rafe kissed your forehead gently, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back as you lay against his chest. His breathing was calm, steady, and he held you like he never wanted to let go.

“You okay, baby?” he murmured, his voice low and tender.

You nodded, still catching your breath. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He tilted your chin up so your eyes met his. “You sure?” he asked softly. “I need to know you’re good, that you’re not regretting this.”

“I’m not,” you whispered, and to your surprise, you meant it.

He kissed you again, this time slower, as if savoring every second. “Good,” he said against your lips. “I’ve missed you so much. I don’t ever want to lose you again.”

He pulled you closer, wrapping you in the blanket as he held you. His hand brushed through your braids and his lips pressed against your temple. “You know, I didn’t think I’d ever get to have you in my arms like this again,” he admitted. “I’m never letting you go this time. You’re mine, okay?”

You nodded, burying your face in his chest. His scent, familiar and comforting, surrounded you, and you felt safe.

After a while, he murmured, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He carried you to the bathroom, running a warm washcloth over your skin with the utmost care. His hands were gentle, his touch filled with unspoken affection. When he was done, he wrapped you in one of his hoodies and carried you back to bed, tucking you in beside him.

As you drifted off to sleep, his arms securely around you, he whispered, “I love you. Don’t forget that.”

The next morning, as you drove home, you couldn’t stop replaying the night in your mind. It was as if a wall between you and Rafe had crumbled, allowing you to see the vulnerable, loving side of him that you’d always known was there despite him acting like an asshole sometimes.

When you told Sarah what happened, her reaction was a mix of surprise and amusement.

“I knew it,” she said, crossing her arms with a knowing smile. “I mean, I didn’t think it would happen this fast, but I could tell you two weren’t over.”

You looked down, feeling a little embarrassed. “I didn’t plan for this, Sarah. But it felt right.”

She hugged you tightly. “Good. I just want you to be happy. And if that means being with Rafe, then so be it. Just make sure he treats you the way you deserve.”

On Christmas Eve, Rafe invited you over. When you arrived, he greeted you at the door with a warm smile and immediately pulled you into his arms. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he said softly.

Inside, the living room was cozy and festive, the glow of the Christmas tree lights reflecting off the ornaments. Rafe handed you a pair of red Christmas themed pajamas.

“Matching PJs?” you asked, raising an eyebrow with a small laugh.

“Of course,” he said with a smirk. “You’re my girl, and I wanted this to be perfect.”

You changed into the pajamas, and the two of you spent the evening cuddled on the couch, watching Home Alone and sharing a bowl of popcorn. His arm stayed firmly around you, and he would occasionally press a kiss to your temple or forehead, murmuring how much he loved having you there.

Christmas morning was nothing short of magical. You woke up in Rafe’s arms, his face peaceful as he slept. When he stirred, his eyes opened, and he smiled at you, pulling you closer.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he whispered, kissing you softly.

“Merry Christmas,” you replied, smiling against his lips.

The two of you went downstairs, still in your matching pajamas, and sat by the tree. Rafe handed you a beautifully wrapped box, his eyes full of anticipation.

“Open it,” he urged.

Inside was an elegant promise ring, the diamond sparkling in the morning light. Your breath caught as you looked at him.

“Rafe.”

“I know it’s soon,” he said, taking your hand. “But I want you to know I’m serious about us. This isn’t just some fling. I’m in this for the long haul. You mean everything to me.”

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

He grinned and handed you another gift, a scrapbook he’d made filled with photos of you two, and little notes he’d written about his favorite memories with you.

You felt a pang of guilt as you handed him the sweater you’d gotten him, you hadn’t planned to even get back together much less spend Christmas together and exchange gifts, but he just smiled. “I love it. And honestly, having you here is the best gift I could’ve asked for.”

The rest of the day was spent baking cookies, cooking Christmas dinner together, and cuddling on the couch. Rafe kept finding little excuses to pull you into his arms, kissing you softly and whispering “I love you” every chance he got.

As the evening wound down, you realized that this was exactly where you were meant to be. Wrapped in Rafe’s arms, the past forgotten, and the future full of possibilities.

[musings-ofthe-unamused]

Hello! Can I have a windbreaker request for Umemiya, Togame and Sakura with a fem reader who's close friend to the WB boys?

Reader was pining for the boys long time but didn't want to confessed despite afraid of falling in love or facing rejection so reader hid under their sleeves for sake of their friendship.

A/N: I love love LOVE windbreaker so much

Warnings: Contains mild anime spoilers!

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Umemiya:

Lover boy who kinda overwhelms you

He knows you want to confess and pines over him

Its not like you're inconspicuous about it

It gets to a point where you just bolt whenever you see him because you're so in love

It doesn't help that he's a physically affectionate man

Eventually, Umemiya is tired of waiting

He asks you out in the most ridiculous, over the top way possible

You get a bit emotional

Umemiya is a bit flustered and confused

You tell him that you were scared he would never like you in a romantic way

"How could I not? You're the girl of my dreams."

Togame:

Kind of clueless

He's pretty happy being just friends

Togame is also pretty nonchalant

Romance was never on his mind

You're fun to have around, a cute little thing that follows him like a puppy

But there was something about the way your smile never met your eyes

How you always looked like you were missing something

Flashbacks to his time with Choji before his fight with Sakura

Togame fears that he's just letting the same thing happen again and the people around him are unhappy

Has a talk with you. Like a really deep heart to heart

It takes some coaxing, but you finally admit your feelings

Togame is surprised to say the least... but happy

"Then... wanna go on a date? My treat."

Sakura:

Cannot handle women

Did you see his reaction when Kiryu went out on a date with a girl?

To make matters worse, he's dense as hell

He can't stand being around you and not turning into a blushing and blubbering tsundere

When Sakura does get used to you, he treats you as one of the guys

You can't really complain, can you?

You'd never have the heart to confess anyway. You doubt that Sakura would ever have feelings for you

It feels like torture the longer this goes on

And one day, after he gets into a fight and gets hurt, you can't help but give away your true emotions

"Stop getting hurt. I can't stand seeing someone I love like this."

"It's just a scra- Love?!"

Short circuits and starts flipping the freak out

Red as a tomato

"I need to leave."

Gets scolded by the others for leaving you after you confess

[serra-says]

also a little meta to think about but I can't get the entire scene of Fabian and the Bad Kids on Leviathan out of my head.

Fabian's down in the dumps. he narrowly escaped death by illithid pirate captain, then death by dumped-in-the-ocean-by-Kalina, and is ill with two levels of exhaustion, actually admits that he's scared and is hurt.

it's not a joke. Brennan gives him Ragh to talk to and to keep him company, gives him Cathilda to try and soothe him (even if that brings him up to two exhaustion levels instead of just the one he previously had) and shows him kindness.

then the Bad Kids show up, the Intrepid Heroes, and they tear into him, kick him while he's already down. they make jokes about Chungledown Bim while Fabian's obviously distressed and terrified. he tells them that Whitclaw killed numerous of his siblings and nearly killed him, and Adaine's first concern is whether Alistair is dead. no one else responds to that.

Fabian admits insecurity about his legacy and not being his own person, and Kristen slaps him. she tells him that the Bad Kids need him, and compares his behaviour to Gilear's, telling him it's a mistake to bring Gilear along and implying that bringing Fabian is a mistake too unless he manages to make himself useful to them again. Fig and Kristen joke about casting a spell on Fabian to stop him from feeling this way so he goes back to being useful.

Brennan steps in with Tracker ("You see Tracker looks at you and goes, "Jesus.""), and lets the others do a bit, before stepping in again with Tracker and having her try to defuse the situation. has her say that Fabian might be struggling and that they shouldn't yell at him.

Adaine immediately cuts in and says Fabian can't be depressed, it's just one vaguely mediocre day. Riz adds that Fabian's life "rules 95% of the time." Fabian says he watched 14 men die on his orders, and Kristen reiterates it's just one bad day.

Brennan has Tracker step in again, and say "We might be catching this at the beginning of this process." Adaine resumes to make a joke about calling Chungledown Bim. Gorgug says they're going to fix the situation with or without Fabian. Riz says Fabian got hurt because he went off without his friends, and instead with a "bunch of randos". The kids move on in the conversation.

Then Brennan steps in again, with Cathilda, who is besides Tracker the only one in this circle to offer a kind word. To attempt to help or support him. To make him feel better.

Five co-players. Five other people in the circle, watching their sixth friend play a distressed character and yes, he makes it funny, and yes there's silly names and Lou is an incredible storyteller, but I think there was definitely a mistake made in that the only person to see the situation for what it is and step in with support, is the DM.

Cathilda vows to protect Fabian, makes him feel better and helps him, and immediately Kristen tries to hold Cathilda's hand and says she's hot. It's back to being a joke.

This is a common trend in how Fabian's issues are treated throughout the series, but I think it's the first time we see it so blatantly and it's set the tone for the remainder of the season and especially for Junior Year.

Fabian's issues are jokes to laugh about. Lou makes it funny, and thus we joke around the fact that there's a teenager abandoned by his caregivers, unable to maintain his house, incredibly lonely and pressured and torn by expectations, and only ever laughed at. punished for showing vulnerability. hell, his friends even team up against him and cast spells on him in support of someone they just met simply because they decided he was rude.

I think the cast are great at what they do, and I like their characters, but I think this situation specifically in Leviathan was not handled gracefully, and the fact that Brennan as the DM felt the need to step in three times to provide what five other people at the table missed... that's something I keep coming back to, too. there's such a disregard for Fabian as anything but a bit, and I have many thoughts about it.

[heaven4lostgirls]

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, I missed u bestie!!

today my request, if you chose to take it, is a Sirius x FEM or gnreader that has a toxic friend (relatable), that is friends with them one moment but when someone 'more interesting' then y/n comes along they don't really talk to them that much. but when toxic friend needs comfort and goes to y/n, y/n gives it and they leave again. Y/n isn't completely oblivious but she/they are so kind and forgiving that they keep giving them comfort and being they're friend.

Sirius can't stand seeing his girlfriend/partner getting emotionally hurt every time, so when he finds out reader knows the friend is toxic and still cares for them, he goes ham on the friend.

(Has this happened to me? yes. Was I exactly like reader? yes. Am I still doing it? no. Am I projecting? maybe. but also want everyone to know they don't have an obligation to be friends with a toxic person.) (also sorry this was long)

pairing: sirius black x reader

summary: request above!

warnings: swearing, bad friends and bullying through friendships

word count: 1.5k

author's note: hii lovie! i missed you too! thank you for this request! i had so much fun writing this, i've been in this same position so i know how it is but i'm so thankful for the friends i have now. i hope you're okay and you've cut friends like this out of your life. if any of you want someone to talk to, my dms or asks are always open for a chat.

“Who was on the phone?” Sirius questions as you make your way back into the lounge after ending the call.

You smile weirdly at him, hesitation flooding through your system before you shrug, “Just a friend.” You reply, moving to cuddle up next to him on the sofa.

He raises a brow in curiosity, “Ellie? Alex?” he prompts you out of curiosity. You grimace, biting at your lip before turning to look at him.

“It was Y/F/N” you admit, watching as Sirius’ face cycles through emotions, shock, distaste and lastly blank.

You hate when he does this—locking you out—it makes you feel like he can’t talk to you, like he sees you as some random stranger that he doesn’t trust instead of his partner that he knows and loves.

“What did they want?” he asks, careful and controlled in tone as he looks over your face.

You shrug, “Broke up with their partner and wanted to vent I guess, didn’t really get the full story” you say with a pained smile.

Sirius huffs in annoyance, “Why’d you pick up the phone?” he asks, trying not to sound confrontational but he can’t help the fact that every time your friend reaches out, it ends up with you in Sirius’ lap with tears down your face.

“I thought they wanted to talk” you whisper, the hum of the silence in your home starting to feel like a weight on your chest.

You know you’re lying. They never call you to talk, it’s always something that’s gone wrong in their lives and they need someone to talk to when they’ve ruined every other friendship they’ve ever had but you’re too naïve to think every time their name lights up your phone that something will have changed and they’ll have actually grown to care for you.

“What did they say?” Sirius asks, interrupting your train of thought.

Your mouth twists into a frown, eyes growing distant. “They said something about cheating—a mistake apparently—I don’t know if it was from them or their partner but-" you huff.

“I feel bad,” you acquiesce with a sulky expression “they have nobody else to talk to this about, I’m their only friend” you say.

Sirius’ expression darkens.

“You know how I feel about them so I’m not going to lie and tell you that I think it’s a good idea to invite them back into your life,” Sirius says as he places a comforting hand on your own “But I’m also going to ask you to maybe have a think about why they have no other friends and why you think you deserve to be treated the way they treat you given their track record?” he sorrowfully remarks, his tone apologetic.

Grey eyes track your face as your eyes grow misty, thinking about passive aggressive remarks made to pull you down, cancelled plans whenever someone more favourable came around and heated arguments that left you questioning your self-worth.

“I just thought they liked me,” you whisper, voice catching.

Sirius’ expression crumples as you sniff harshly when tears grow in your eyes.

“You’re alright love,” he quickly mutters, pulling you into his arms as you tears start to trail down your cheeks.

It’s not the ugly sobbing you’re usually being comforted about but instead a hollow kind of sadness that has made home deep within the roots of your being.

Years and years of wasted time all accumulating to this one moment where you actually have someone to remind you that you don’t have to be the punching bag or doormat you’ve conditioned yourself to become.

“You’re not mad at me for picking up the phone?” you whisper into Sirius’ t-shirt.

He scoffs, chest vibrating under your cheek before a small kiss is placed onto your head.

“Not mad at you lovie, just think you ought to be reminded of how lovely you are now and then” he says softly as a hand rubs up and down your back.

You inhale his scent, familiar notes of his cologne and aftershave washing over you as your breathing evens out and tears dry before you move to sit next to him on the couch again.

“I think I should probably send them a message,” you say, looking to Sirius for his opinion.

He shrugs, watching you fondly, “If that’s what you want to do, that’s you decision to make.” He affirms.

You nod, “Just to say I don’t want to be friends anymore yeah?  That would be the mature route” you mumble to yourself, hands nervously opening your phone to type out the name to a familiar contact.

The text message history is a painful reminder of the one-sided friendship maintained by yourself.

Unanswered text threads, one sided celebratory greetings and call logs that are woefully unbalanced.

You blow out a breathe, shuffling to lean against Sirius for comfort before you start typing.

Sirius wraps his arm around you, reading over your shoulder as you type out the message.

‘Hey Y/F/N,

I’m sorry to hear about your break-up but I don’t think I’m in a position where I feel comfortable maintaining a friendship with you for the foreseeable future. I hope nothing but the best for you in the future but please don’t contact me again.’

You hesitate before pressing send, hand shaking in small tremors as Sirius squeezes you encouragingly.

You hit the send button before turning your phone off, turning to hide your face in Sirius’ neck as you let out a breath.

“Feeling alright?” Sirius murmurs into your hair and you nod slowly.

“I’m happy I did it, it made me feel so anxious thinking about seeing them again.” You admit and Sirius makes an odd cooing noise as he wraps you in his arms as you both snuggle on the sofa.

It’s only about 30 minutes later when your phone starts to light up with notifications one after another that you’re both disrupted from the TV show on screen.

You reach over to grab your phone as you watch messages roll in one after another from Y/F/N.

They’re volatile, hateful and mean and just about everything you knew they were but never expected they’d say to your face.

Insults on your appearance, that you’re a bad friend and that they should have known that you’d turn out to be a piece of shit like all the rest of them.

As you read, you detach yourself from Sirius, scrolling through the multitude of messages in stages of shock and grief.

When one makes you lift your hand to your mouth in disbelief, Sirius confiscates your phone, tugging it out of your hand and reading through the messages himself.

His expression grows darker the more he reads, glowering at your phone as he watches as they tear every piece of your self-worth to shreds.

It’s only when they result to calling you that Sirius gets a truly evil look on his face, without a second thought he picks up the phone as he darts away from your pleading expression and outstretched hands.

“Wrong person,” he laughs into the call without humour. There’s yelling that filters through the speaker even though Sirius has the phone off speaker-mode and held to his ear.

“Ah ah, now that’s not very nice now is it?” He says fakely, expression growing dark the more Y/F/N speaks.

“I don’t actually give a fuck what you think she owes you” Sirius mutters darkly. “In fact, I think you owe her, years of her life spent trying to help a charity case like you?” he grins as he speaks, obviously hearing the insulted response from down the line.

“You’re a sorry excuse for a friend,” Sirius growls down the line, huffing in annoyance when he’s interrupted “uh uh, still talking. Shut up and listen for once in your life because maybe something I say will stick in that dumb fucking brain of yours” he hisses, voice poisonous and dark that even you grow still where you sit.

“Maybe this is a sign to do some self-reflection about why you somehow think that everyone else in the world has it out for you when in reality you’re a soul sucking, life ruining piece of shit that poisons everyone they touch” he insists as his expression grows in delight at the silence on the other end of the phone.

“You’re an awful person that nobody wants to be around because you ruin anything good that happens to you. You think you’ve just had a bad history with shit friends? Maybe check the common denominator, how many times is someone going to have to leave you before you realise that you’re the problem?” he laughs without humour.

“Grow the fuck up and get some help. Don’t call this number again if you know what’s good for you” Sirius asserts finally before hanging up the call.

You sit stock still on the couch, eyes wide as you watch Sirius blow out a breath, swinging out his hands by his sides.

“Well then,” he says with a small smile “seems like that’s handled then.” He smirks.

You gape at him, “You’re insane.” You snort.

Sirius shrugs with a smile, walking back to the couch to sit next to you with an enamoured expression.

[goatgoesmbe]

In your opinion, what jobs 141 would have out of military?

For me, Price would work on a hospital in ER, this man can't be out of stressful situations even if he wanted, or he would work on OB/GYN. Or maybe a cop.

Gaz, my golden boy, a bit clichê, but he would definitely be a model, I can't see him anywhere else. This man would be in Vogue, and if someone questioned, he would be like "That model really looks like me".

Ghost it's extreme, we would either be a butcher, just there to pay rent, or he would do like, theater/musicals, at t first he was just there for the joke, someone like him doing this, but then he just found out he has a great voice, then he's making "colleagues" they're friends he just doesn't want to admit, then he's full on making tours.

Soap, a little bit controversial, but he at frist would try something "More like military", cop, etc. then he tried being a kindergarden teacher, and now he's full on making little activities with the children. This man loves kids.

-🐻✨

Ok, honestly i love all of these and it made sensee

And tbh ive never thought about it myself.. but if i have to think about it then..

Price: Headchef Ghost: butcher/store-clerk + stand up comedian on the side Gaz: Pediatrician Soap: aerospace engineer

Price, this man thrive in stressful situation LOLOL (so u right, but OB/GYN Price?? HMMMM yes.. EHEHEH- I think if I have him helping me giving birth, id just get pregnant again immediately)

I wanted to say firefighters, cops, and the like- but its lowkey similiar to military. So if i had to think anything way different, id say he'd be a headchef at a high end restaurant.

Its stressful, working in cramped space with the heat and all, they need someone level headed like him who could also command people.

Gaz being a model just made sense, ofc- but for some reason i had this idea that it would be a cliche where he never even think of working in that field.

He just be minding his own business and then suddenly this guy scouted him, offering him a job as calvin klein model or something. Which sounded like a scam, Gaz thought it was a scam, but apparently not.

That, or one day he agreed to model for a friend's little online shop. It was nothing big, but somehow he went viral and now there are a lot of people seeking to recruit him, offering a hefty amount of money.

That, or he would be working at a job that work directly with people to help them.

He's also very kind, empathetic, and always wanted to help people. So.. (again if its not fireman and smtn similar to miliatry) he would make more sense to work in the hospital, he'd work in ER or be a pediatrician. EMT also works for him

Ghost being a butcher, because that what he would do if he never went to military. And I LOVE LOVE HC when its something people wont corelate the character to but just make sense, like what u said, theater/musical

Some other things i think he would do.. are stuff that's not too extreme, idk why- but compared to the others, outside of the military it made sense for him to have a comparably chill job. Well maybe not chill chill, but it's something that he could do with his brain off, letting his body move in autopilot, like working in a store, or bartending.

BUT- just like musical, I could actually picture him doing stand up comedy on the side LOL

Soap being kindergarten teacher would be great, coz i HC him having a big family and so he was used to handling children (cousins, nephews, nieces, and all). BUT the thing is- he treated every children like they were part of the MacTavish, which means he often play too rough with them. The kids are having fun, they're fine, but parents don't like that. He would also do great working as a football coach for kids.

And, I feel like he would need a job thats often stimulating, he's also very smart so I can picture him being a detective actually, or high-end engineer (aerospace, biomedic, nuclear, etc)

He's that one unemployed guy who got a job at NASA as his first job after a long time, bro gotta stop applying at indeed, now he be going to mars in an hour

[thequietkid-moonie]

hello! platonic lighter zzz hcs with a teen!reader where he is sort of like a father figure?

Being a father figure for teen!reader

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Lighter Lorenz ]

[ Zenless Zone Zero ]

I like Lighter in a more romantic-silly way but i have to admit that he could be an AMAZING father/guardian/mentor! He is so silly but also so so soooo cool!!! I love him <3

Lighter can be quite silly and forgetful, not really caring much about small things, but after everything he has being throught have lead him to learn and mature a lot, to become the person he is today

In all honestly, the first time you approached to him Lighter have underestimated you, seeing your feeling as a simple admiration of a young and easily impressive person, but the more you insist and grow closer to him the more attached Lighter grows to be with you, when he less expected he already sees you as family too

Lighter stay for a long time in the duality of being incredibly caring and protective over you but insisting that you are just like a friend for him, it has to be you or any of the sons of Calydon who make him realice how much he actually means for you that he will admit out loud that you are like his family (still, he need to think carefully about this)

Lighter just grows to like you as much as you do like him, he even takes some pride in the fact that you see him as a father figure and tries to actually be a good mentor and guardian (as long as you don't only admire him because of the fighting because fights is something he doesn't really care much about), still Lighter doesn't admit it out loud often, no matter how obvious it is that he is attached to you he insist on saying that is nothing

As well, since you grow to be so close to Lighter you will end up getting to know the rest of the sons of Calydon, easily welcoming you as family and even telling you stories about Lighter (some makes him look cooler while others are just embarrasing him, he tries to stop them from embarrasing him but is more likely that he won't be able to), also, Lighter is quite teased because of you and how he actually acts like a father with you, but at the end is just wholesome fun because all of them couldn't be happier about both of you! After all, is a relasionship that makes happy both and thats what matter

Despite the fact that in the Outer Ring things are way too diferent at how are in the city Lighter still wants to make sure to teach you a lot about surviving and life, since you trust him and even sees him as some kind of father he wants to thank you and honor the way you see him by being an actual mentor, slowly growing to be closer to you and share with you all he have learn throught the years

Lighter still remember all the mistakes he did on te past and how inmature he used to be, he has already made peace with his past but if he can save you a couple of annoyances he will definetly will, he wants to prevent you from being reckless but if he can't stop you at least he will be there to help you don't get in too much troubles or end up getting injured

Lighter becomes quite protective over you, he will be willing to teach you how to fight without a problem if thats what you want, but at the end it won't really matter even if you become as stronge as he is, the moment someone dares to send you threat, even if it is indirectly, he is imediatly in his way to intervene and warn the idiot to don't even dare lay a finger on his unofficial child you unless they want to get in a big trouble

Also, if the case is that you have both of your parents Lighter will still act as a father for you and will just try to befriend them, respecting them but not backing off now that he have grow to care for you so much (but it may be awkward for a while), but if the case is that at least one of your parents is negligent or even abusive then Lighter will protect you from them too, after all being your parents doesn’t give them the right to treat you this way

[sanjarka]

Sleepover Saturday ask: Any head canons about Katniss and Peeta during gbt you'd like to share?

well sometimes i get a random urge to write some gbt everlark dialogue in my notes. it will probably never get out of said place but the general idea is they take it slow but also not. it's more like at first they just orbit around each other, then they're friends, then they're absolute best friends learning all sort of new things about one other. being intimate in a way they've never been before. with a lot of deep introspective conversations.

i imagine a good amount of arguments. something along the line of katniss feeling like shit about the way she treated peeta in mj to him saying something similar to i'm not perfect either katniss. when i felt rejected i basically ignored you for six months. but then katniss gets upset because why can't you just admit that i hurt you, be mad at me, for once in your life be angry at something. be angry with me. i deserve worse (because i do see peeta as honestly someone who would avoid any confrontation if possible). but then really peeta gets even more mad because it's you kat. it's you really that feels unjust in being mad at me. and obviously she had no issue with saying that she hates him in mj. but before? not really.

like idk i felt like she should've been pissed longer at certain things. that's why her hurt at the train really stands out for me. her saying i want to tell him how much i already miss him but that wouldn't be fair of me. because she has every right to tell him i've saved your life. and i'm sorry but you should be grateful. but she doesn't? no no instead she's heartbroken. instead she recognizes that he's being unfair yet doesn't want to be unfair herself. and she doesn't even expect an apology from him and is surprised by it, and when he yells and throws that lamp she is again worried for him. it's a headcanon sure, but i think there is something in katniss that takes responsibility in other people's pain after her mother's depression. cause if she were a better daughter, or easier to love her mother surely wouldn't have been sick. right?

and then of course i could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve you comes out. and now it's so complicated. and they're both upset. and sad. and then they're talking about prim. and then they're talking about gale and that pain and that guilt that followed katniss. still sometimes does. how even with him she never just allowed herself to be annoyed. it always came back to how she didn't see the situation correctly or how she owes him something or how she's not fair.

then katniss's mother calls and says she would want to visit (it's about a year and a half at this point of gbt) and katniss is having very complicated feelings about it and she is so hurt and then peeta's trying to understand her but he's also being slightly pushy about the whole thing because your mom is trying, isn't she? give her a chance but then why do we never talk about your family peeta? why do i always have to guess and never know? because i want to know you so i want to know them. and was that really the only time she hit you? and of all things he doesn't want to talk about this the number one on his list.

but the point is eventually they talk. and will talk. will continue to change and think and reflect and learn each other. and maybe she will always need to push peeta to accept his anger and maybe katniss will write him letters because it's more comfortable than speaking. especially in the beginning. it's an ongoing thing in both of them. accepting, not just one another (cause that will be easier, much easier) but themselves as full and flawed beings. but they like each other, and find a way to like themselves too. they grow back together!

they also have fun, and swim at the lake, and paint his bakery, and learn how to play guitar and ride a bike. and katniss sings and peeta paints. and he starts kissing her occasionally, after a particularly bad nightmare, and she likes it but doesn't know how to say it. now this is the part they're careful with. a bit too much. peeta never wants her to be forced into anything ever again and katniss doesn't want him to feel like he has to love her again just because he did before (but he never really stopped did he?)

but then one night, while they're touching up a portrait in their memory book. the one they did a long time ago but something isn't quite right they noticed. well really peeta's fixing just the right shade of burdock's eyes and katniss is starring at him and his eyelashes and he can feel it, just like he did before, and he turns and there's no one to interrupt them and then katniss is touching him, and his face, and his eyelashes and sorry you gotta a little bit of paint there but he knows he doesn't and then he's kissing her or she's kissing him and they're kissing very very much and katniss panicks and runs. because it's so much like the beach and those kisses she didn't dare let herself think about, but actually who is she kidding she's been thinking about them more and more but remember the last time. the last them you felt giddy and excited over this boy's kisses. remember the shattering and the pain. and she's running but he's fast too because this matters and she can't just leave. and just as she's getting ready to go out of the front door he's right behind her and the doors close and maybe there are tears in his eyes. and maybe katniss is crying now to. and she really feels it now. all the love and need and how it really isn't that different than all those times before but now she knows. now she's aware of herself in a way she hasn't been in years. and they do not want to mess this up. they really don't. they can't.

and he's saying please. don't run. i want to talk and she turns around and he's right there in front of her, everything she wants, everything she ever wanted. bigger than life, always so powerful and she doesn't want to talk. all they've been doing is talking. and she said that out loud of course and the she kisses him and just like on that beach he tries to stop her, to have them plan this whole thing out but it doesn't work like that does it. and he's lost too now. in that need. and the hunger. and it happens. the so after and the whispering and the you love me real or not. and real. very very much real. since the red dress, and the two braids and the valley song and the bread and the kiss on the bruise real. he says it after her actually. the i love yous. in the morning. and there are all these talks to have and things to figure out but it will be okay. they have each other!

[dyns33]

The Best Friend part 2

Yes I made a lil 3 parts series for Homelander and his bestie.

If Y/N had to give John one good point, it was that he had been honest.

He could have said nothing, and she probably would have never known.

But at the same time, he wasn't completely stupid, and it wasn't a good idea to keep secrets like that.

Because he himself didn't like being lied to, promising that it would never happen between them, but also that he was giving Firecracker power over him, who could have threatened to tell her everything if he didn't do what she wanted.

Maybe she was blinded by admiration at the moment, claiming that she was at his beck and call and that she wouldn't ask for anything in return, but John knew people. He couldn't trust her.

"I'm not attracted to her at all, I told her that."

"… That reassures and consoles me enormously, John."

"Look, I understand that you're angry. But it was just once, just once ! A moment of weakness. I was exhausted, a lot of things had happened, you weren't there…"

"So it's my fault ?"

"No." He growled before sighing, trying to keep his cool. "I didn't say that. She was very persuasive. How does she know that I… Anyway, it was a mistake. I can fire her, she's no use to me. That idiot is loyal, I can ask her anything I want, but one word from you and she's gone. I can even kill her if you ask."

A lot of people wouldn't know how to react in this situation.

Normally it wasn't a good idea to upset the Homelander. You had to agree with him, not cry, not yell, not talk back. It was already an accomplishment that he admitted he had made a mistake.

Maybe he hadn't apologized, but Y/N was probably smart enough to know that he was sorry and that she should forgive him.

Anyone else would have eventually said sorry, taking the blame on them and making excuses for his cheating.

But besides the fact that she had been his only friend during his childhood, John loved Y/N because she wasn't afraid of him. And that meant she wasn't going to give in when he had hurt her.

"Your solution to a problem always has to be murder. Really, John, we're not eight years old anymore."

"Exactly, that's why we're talking like two adults."

"I'm waiting."

"What ?"

"For you to act like an adult."

Then John chuckled. He put on his eternal air of a guilty child who pretended not to understand what he had done wrong, disturbed that someone dared to corner him in this way, him, the great Homelander.

But seeing that Y/N was staring at him without saying anything, waiting, he quickly regained his seriousness, hiding his embarrassment behind a mask of annoyance.

"I just told you that I wouldn't do it again. She doesn't attract me at all, she's pathetic. I only love you. I've only ever loved you, since forever. The others were nothing, distractions, puppets. You're the only one who really knew me, who made me happy."

"I'm waiting."

"You don't want me to cut her in two, and I can't go back in time by flying around the Earth in the opposite direction of rotation contrary to what some idiots think, I don't see what I can do."

"Apologize."

"… Sorry." he mumbled, looking down, showing a pout.

"No. Better than that, John. Give me your most sincere apologies."

At this point, someone else would already be dead, or at least facing a furious and threatening supe, ready to use his lasers to silence her.

But Y/N was really not just anyone. Realizing that she would not change her mind, John mumbled, hands on his hips, before displaying his fake stage smile.

"I'm so sorry."

"I'm still waiting."

"… I should never have done that, it was pathetic of me. I love you more than anything and I shouldn't take it for granted, you deserve to be treated with respect. Forgive me."

"Hmm. Almost but not yet." she decided, holding back a smile.

She was still angry, but Y/N was ready to forgive him. After all these years, she knew how John was. She knew he would never have said the word "sorry" if he didn't mean it, and he wouldn't have confessed anything if he didn't really care about her.

But the moment was tasty and she wanted to make the most of it, so that he would learn his lesson well.

"What ? You want me to get on my knees ?"

"That would be a good start."

"… Fine."

Y/N had said that as a joke. In truth, she didn't really know what she was waiting for, only that she wanted it to last a little longer. It was impossible to tell whether or not she liked seeing John at her feet, staring at her with fear.

"I'm sorry. Don't leave me."

"Oh, John…"

"I know I can be difficult. You're always good and patient with me, even though I don't deserve it at all. I love you. If you left me, I would die, truly. The day they took you from me, I thought I was having a heart attack. I couldn't breathe. I would destroy everything if you disappeared again."

It wasn't exactly a reassuring statement. It could even have been taken as blackmail or a threat. But John would never hurt Y/N, she knew that.

He would kill everyone else, leaving only them, but he would tear off an arm rather than hurt her.

Tenderly, she stroked his hair, then his cheek, before leaning in to kiss him.

"I forgive you, John."

"Hmm."

"I love you too, I'm not going to leave you."

"Thanks."

"Get up now."

"Hmm. I don't know, I like the view." he said with a small smile. She followed his gaze, still leaning over, understanding that this way he had a full view of her chest and crotch.

The small pat he took on your head made him snicker, as did Y/N's falsely outraged look.

"I know another way to make it up to you."

"It wouldn't really be a punishment."

"I'll just be a little sad if I can't find any milk. But we could also do something to change that."

"Why are you never serious ?" she sighed, rolling her eyes.

The apology ended like that, because she received a call that caught her full attention. Y/N didn't look at John either, who never left her, dangerously serious, and fixed on her stomach.

[tinesleftnipple]

JITD Episode 24 (non-final) Script Synopsis

Episode 22

Episode 23

"A New Chapter"

Name changes: the Louvre -> "la Rive Droite" (the right bank of the Seine. Will call if Seine for brevity), Wei Wenchuan -> Wei Wenxuan

Shot of new broadcast: famous entrepreneur WZH and son suspected of hiring to kill, using the Beehive and other entertainment establishments to keep and harbor escaped convicts. 27 felons have been exposed, and the Wei image is shattered.

Voiceover from the Demons: this is a day full of surprises, this day is the end of past events... and is also the beginning of future events.. it revealed some shocking truths, but also made people further perplexed...

Pei su and Du jia finish listening to the end of the chapter of Demons from the Reciters. Pei su asks what Du jia wants to do, now that Du guosheng admitted to everything and all they are waiting for is the court verdict. Du jia jokingly asks Pei su if he can't afford his large appetite anymore, and Pei su takes a look at SID and says of course, even he must mooch off of someone else for food.

Du jia grows serious and parallels trauma to drugs. Sometime he wonders why he turned out the way he is, to the point where he doesn't recognize himself anymore. He feels like an outsider to "ordinary" people, unable to achieve "ordinary people milestones". Even when the criminal has been caught, the fear, distrust, and insecurity remains. Pei su is silent but Du jia tells him he loves talking to him. Pei su replies that normally out of social courtesy, he should reply with some comforting words. But he doesn't want to say them.

Pei su tells Du jia everyone is shaped by their environment, and Du guosheng has shaped part of Du jia's flesh and blood. If it were Pei su, he would carve that piece out. He is not the one staring into the abyss; he is the abyss. Pei su gives Du jia a sinister smile.

LWZ honks his car from across the road and Pei su turns to gesture to LWZ that he will come in a moment, then tells Du jia to drive his car away. Pei su gets into LWZ's car and they go home.

Montage of scenes:

Tao ze on a date with Tang ning. They are watching a horror movie, and they hold hands after a jump scare.

After work, XHY offers to treat Lan qiao as thanks for last time (taking down WZH). They go for hotpot.

In the hospital ICU, the doctor tells Yang xi that her mother survived, but is not in good condition and that she should prepare for the worst.

Pei su standing at the window, watching LWZ leave, then makes a call.

It's night. At the graveyard, LWZ and Du ju stand in front of Huo xiao's grave. After, they go for a drink. LWZ complains and asks for a raise - it's hard making money for a family. LWZ asks Du ju to tell him more about Huo xiao. Du ju tells him that Yang zhengfeng, Huo xiao, Zhang zhaojin, and Pan yunheng were all his classmates and they were close friends. Once they began working, Yang was the most experienced. Zhang would pay for everything every time they met up (his younger brother is a rich businessman). Pan had the worst temper. Huo xiao was the youngest of the 5, and completed a masters degree during his spare time. The 327 case was the first big case Huo xiao took on after being promoted to vice team leader.

LWZ asks Du ju about what happened that night at the Seine. Du ju recalls that after they discovered Du guosheng's fingerprint, they searched for security camera footage but found none. Huo xiao never gave up. Flashback: Du ju receives a call from Yang telling him Huo xiao has died. At the morgue, the police informant Laomeizha tells them Huo xiao often faked fingerprint evidence, and would use it as an excuse for extortion.

Laomeizha was the only survivor of the Seine fire. Du ju tells LWZ that Laomeizha had worked with the police on many previous cases, and they saw him as a brother. Besides Laomeizha's testimony, Huo xiao's autopsy also showed he was in an altercation with the Seine's manager. They also found a stack of fingerprints in his home. At the scene of the crime were remnants of a notebook with Huo xiao's handwriting, which listed recent businesses Huo xiao visited. Everyone involved testified that they'd received threats from Huo xiao. At the location where Du guosheng's fingerprint was first spotted, a bartender recognized Laomeizha.

LWZ questions where the money is, if that's what Huo xiao's motive was. Du ju answers that they did find money in Huo xiao's home, along with medical results. His mother was diagnosed with cancer.

LWZ asks why Huo xiao had to act alone. Du ju goes silent. Du ju admits that if Huo xiao was wronged, then it means there is a mole in their team.

In the car, LWZ calls his father, asking for documentation of the initial Zero Degree project.

Morning, at SID. The team are holding a meeting. LWZ sums up the events of the Du guosheng case, and highlights that they will reinvestigate the Seine fire case. Some team members complain about not having new years' break. LWZ continues: ten years have passed, and all the evidence and people involved are gone. Huo xiao has no remaining family members to bother them. But if SID cannot be a place where no one cares about right and wrong.

At LWZ's apartment, Pei su steps out of the bedroom wearing a full SID uniform.

The SID team continue their briefing on the Seine case. WZH refuses to admit that the Seine was a part of his industry. There might be other people involved. "Laomeizha", real name Yin chao, had broken contact with the police and left the city for many years. Tao ze and Xiao wu leave to go find him. LWZ asks XHY to investigate some people: "greetings to shatov", and the suspicious Lunyuncheng security guard that likely switched out the security tapes twice.

Pei su arrives at the door and sees Lan qiao listening in on LWZ and XHY's conversation. Lan qiao doesn't want to be left out of their operation, so LWZ asks her to work with XHY.

LWZ takes a look at Pei su all suited up and asks what special occasion it is. Pei su jokingly mimics Lan qiao, complaining about being left out. LWZ fixes his police badge. From now on, Pei su will be a part of their team. LWZ asks Pei su to always tell him what he's doing and where he's going. Pei su replies he will advance and retreat along with the team. LWZ flicks his forehead and says SID only advances, never retreats.

Pei su shows LWZ drone footage of a man suspected to be A13. Du jia made another visit to the village at the ecological park, and found evidence of Shepherd Dog being monitored. If SID hadn't captured the Shepherd Dog, the Reciters would have killed him. LWZ points out if the Reciters' goal is to expose Huo xiao's wronging, only monitoring Shepherd Dog was not a foolproof plan. Pei su smiles at LWZ, and LWZ realizes the Reciters must have had planted people in the ecological park, the most likely one being Yizhiyan, who had the most contact with Du guosheng.

LWZ rushes off to interrogate Yizhiyan, but remembers something, and puts a pile of case documentation into Pei su's arms. He tells Pei su to bring them home and he will sort them out when he has the time. Pei su smiles watching him leave, and picks up some loose sheets that fell out. Closeup shows interrogation notes from Wang xiao and Liang yujin. Pei su seems to realize something.

LWZ and Xiao wu interrogating Yizhiyan. Yizhiyan tells them the Beehive gave him an order to poison Du guosheng, but "they" asked him to keep Du guosheng alive, and in return "they" will send him somewhere safe. Yizhiyan confesses he only knows one person from that organization, A13, and confirms it is the man in the drone footage.

Pei su is waiting for LWZ outside the interrogation room. Pei su points out that the day Wang xiao overheard Liang yujin and her friends talking about WWC's birthday party, Liang yujin was not actually at school. But Liang yujin confirmed what Wang xiao overheard was true.

Pei su and LWZ head to Yufen to look at security camera footage. On that day, a janitor had followed Wang xiao into the bathroom. The janitor was carrying a high quality voice recording and audio playing device. What Wang xiao overheard in the bathroom was just an audio recording.

The security guard at Yufen is startled - he does not recognize this janitor as staff. LWZ texts XHY for him to also investigate the janitor.

Tao ze and Xiao wu arrive out of town to find the whereabouts of Yin chao. A local policeman, Kong weichen, greets them. They go and visit Yin chao's twin brother, Yin ping, who is reluctant to let them into his home.

XHY is quick to reply with information on the janitor (Zhu feng), because she has a criminal record. 20 years ago, Zhu feng's newlywed husband was out buying groceries when he was stabbed to death. The culprit had an intellectual disability and was placed in a facility. However, the records for this case is not complete, and some information is sealed - only someone Du ju's level can access it. LWZ asks why, and Pei su is the one who answers: this was one of the cases from the initial Zero Degree project.

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Radioapple Thoughts that live rent free in my mind

Alastor being the most jealous bastard in Hell because he's a possessive and obsessive little shit whose love only manifests as intense, crazed devotion

Lucifer knows by heart Alastor's measurements and has made many clothes for him, some he even sewed by hand

Alastor is jealous of Cat Alastor (no one gets it because the cat is basically him??? Or maybe not??? What even is that thing???)

Alastor's cane is sentient and it will play some love songs if Alastor is ever lost in his thoughts of Luci or sharing a quiet moment with Luci

Alastor is jealous of Angel Dust (Al, Angel flirts with everyone, chill)

Lucifer is the strongest being in Hell, period, and Alastor goes feral whenever he sees his little King show his true powers

Alastor is jealous of Adam (he knows Lucifer would not want anything with the guy that almost killed his daughter, but still, he feels nauseous when Luci talks about his time in Eden with the first man for a friend)

Lucifer, despite mostly using he/him, doesn't really have a concept of gender and he abhors gender roles in general, meaning he'll take whatever form he feels more comfortable with himself at the moment... And meaning Alastor will dress him up in all fashion choices from his time period as much as he can

Alastor is jealous of Lilith (ok, that one is forgiven. Also, it's always a treat to see the little king plead him to not hunt his ex wife even though his entire face is yellow and his eyes are twinkling in gratitude)

Lucifer and Alastor don't engage in sexual activities frequently, but they do adore the intimacy of being naked and vulnerable with someone who chose not to kill you. Shared baths where they clean and polish each other's hooves are common

Alastor is jealous of his own shadow (again, CHILL, that's literally a part of you!!! It just wanted to give Luci a pretty flower!!!!!)

Instead of a wedding band or a promise ring, they gifted each other rings made with the bones of their own ring fingers. In fact, body parts being used as accessories become very common for them. Lucifer usually gifts cufflinks while Alastor gifts earrings

Alastor is jealous of Stolas (that's the literally the most outlandish one, like, Stolas is a hellborn noble, Luci is only his boss. Ok, maybe they bonded over the bad divorce, the shitty parental figures, the beloved daughters they have no idea how to interact with... But Stolas has a boyfriend! That he clearly loves! Do not kill the first friend Luci made after the divorce)

The only times Alastor willingly watches TV is when he cuddles with Lucifer in the couch and they spend the next hour shit talking Vox' show

Alastor is jealous of Vox, but he'd rather be shot again than admit it (Luci said he wouldn't mind a quickie with the TV guy and said TV guy's far too much interested in Alastor's relationship with the King [Alastor, please, he likes you])

The "keep the musical pieces at 2 per day" rule is not for Charlie, but for them

Alastor is jealous of Alastor (all Luci did was make an offhand comment about Alastor looking more handsome while alive. Thank God time traveling is not possible for sinners)

Lucifer has terrible abandonment issues and Alastor being willing to fight for their relationship against threats that aren't even there while not even once blaming Lucifer for other people's action makes him feel very loved

Still can't eat Stolas, Alastor. Nor Angel. Nor the cat. Adam might give you a tummy ache.

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I just saw your Maternal Pull ideas, and I can only imagine hero hero name is

The Maternal Hero: Mama Bear

"Midoriya? Do you have a name planned?" Midnight asked. Her face was sort of fixed, prompting giggles from the class as they remembered how Midoriya treated everyone around the school. Even the teachers, even Nezu were treated like children by her.

It was her Quirk, Mashiro knew. She was bound to act like a mother to people who needed it. And as she put it, when Mashiro asked, everyone who goes into heroics usually needs someone to care for them.

Then why, he pondered as he propped his cheek on his fist, staring at the front of the class as she walked towards it, giving a LOOK to Mineta, who guiltily wiped something off his board, did she not treat Mashiro as a child? She seemed pleased not to, admitting she didn't have many friends due to her Quirk. She was always drawn to care for people who lashed out at them for trying to mother them. Or they would take advantage of her need to be a mother.

He liked being an exception to a rule. He'd been treated as boring by everyone he knew for so long. However, Mashario also just... he wished he had some of her attention like the others did.

"My hero name is Mama Bear!" Midoriya said.

"Uho?" Mashiro jerked, staring in shock at the front of the class where Midoriya held up her name card. She met his eyes with a grin.

"Man, I wonder when we'll choose our names." Midoriya wondered. "I wonder what everyone will come up with?"

"I already decided Tailman would be mine," Mashiro admitted.

"Really? That's cool," Midoriya said as she ate some food from her bento. "Though I can see some people calling it lame."

"I thought about that, but... I like it. It's simple and true. I am a man with a tail."

"Ha! You have a point," Midoriya laughed with a nod. She ate some rice, keeping her chopsticks in her mouth for a minute in thought. "I like it."

"Thanks. Have you thought of yours?" Mashiro asked.

"Man," Midoriya laughed, eyes closed for a second. "I used to call myself Lady Might or Mighty Girl. I don't think those would fly."

"Ha! Probably not," Mashiro agreed, laughing. "How about Mama Bear?"

"Oh, that would be funny." Midoriya laughed.

"A friend suggested it," Midoriya grinned at Mashiro as she stood at the podium. Midnight smirked, shrugging.

"Can't argue it fits," the woman said with a dramatic shrug, where she lifted both hands up as she did, bending her elbows to fan her hands out to the side. She even tilted her head to the side in emphasis.

"No, you can't," Midoriya nodded before she jerked her head to Midnight. "Have you eaten anything today? Coffee doesn't count."

Midnight did a dramatic flinch, covering her face. "I had an early morning patrol! I haven't had time."

Mashiro blinked and laughed as the event occurred in front of him.

Maybe he had some attention after all.