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walkingaftermidnight07 · 1 year

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Kit x Ty Balcony oneshot

ackkk im so bad at writing my little intros to these so i apologize in advance lol

did i wait until new year's to post a oneshot that was requested weeks ago? yes, yes i did. in my defense. im shit at remembering to write stuff. on the bright side, i'm actually pretty proud of this one so....yeah.

anyways, my lovely friend @tys-kitty requested this a couple of weeks ago and I loved the idea so I had to write it!!! i believe it was inspired by a post by @aro-ace-cat-lady but i dont have the original post. whoops.

anyways, this is a KitTy first kiss *and sort of love confession* on the Chiswick balcony.

word count is abt 2k :D

make sure to reblog if you enjoyed it to help get this out to more people thank you very much. I am sending virtual hugs and kisses to all who take the time to reblog :)

if you want any more KitTy content from me, i have a playlist linked here as well as two oneshots of the reunion scene from sobh which are linked here and here. I ALSO TAKE REQUESTS FOR BOTH ONESHOTS AND PLAYLISTS.

anywayssss enjoy :DDDD

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Sometimes Kit felt like Blackthorn Hall seemed to be closing in on him. The shadows felt like they were growing, wrapping around him. Suffocating him. Despite everything that Emma and Julian had done to fix it up, there was just something about it…

If Kit was being honest, he kind of hated it here. It gave him shivers and made him feel like he was being watched from all directions. He couldn’t tell if it was because of Blackthorn Hall’s history, or because of the fact that it used to be haunted by a ghost, or because there was something demonic about it, lurking in the shadows…

Or maybe it was because of what happened last time he had been here with certain members of the Blackthorn family. And while yes, parts of that had been resolved, Kit still thought often about that stupid day in the kitchen with the stupid gun. And with Ty.

Speaking of Ty, he’d disappeared. He’d left the kitchen this morning at breakfast, giving some vague excuse to the rest of the Blackthorns and Tessa and Jem about some reading for the Scholomance, but Kit had a feeling that was bullshit. And now it was afternoon and Ty was nowhere to be seen. He didn’t reappear for training with Dru and Tavvy. Nor for lunch. And Kit wasn’t sure whether he should look for him or not. Was this normal for Ty?

It hit Kit yet again, as it always did, that he didn’t know Ty anymore. Once, he would’ve known without any hesitation where to find him, and whether or not he’d want to be found. Hell, he’d probably be with Ty already, wouldn’t have felt the need to look for him because he was already being included in Ty’s bubble.

Now…well…they couldn’t avoid each other. Not with everything that had been going on. But apparently they could still go without talking to each other beyond a basic level. Nothing beyond that. Ty wouldn’t even look at him. He’d been at Blackthorn Hall with his family all week, and he could count on one hand the amount of times Ty had even looked in his general direction.

Dru had been telling him he needed to fucking talk to Ty, but he kept holding it off. This was his chance, he might not get another one.

But he was so so scared. What could he even say to Ty? How could he explain to him how he felt? How could he even ask Ty what Ty was feeling? Did he even want to know what Ty was feeling? Kit feared it would hurt too much.

The door to Kit’s room opened and Dru strode in. She stalked right over to where he was lying on the bed, and she grabbed him by the ankle, yanking him off the bed swiftly. He landed on his ass on the ground, staring at her in confusion. She was glaring at him.

“Hey, what was that for??” He groaned, rubbing his hip. “That hurt, you know?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re fine, Kit, don’t be so dramatic.”

Kit stuck his tongue out at her and she cracked a smile. She offered him a hand up and he took it.

“Okay, but seriously, why did you do that?”

“Kit.” She stared at him intently. “My dear friend. My darling friend. My favorite person. My—”

“Okaaayyy, get to the point, Dru,” He grumbled.

She sighed. “I can’t find him, okay? I’m worried. He seemed kind of upset earlier, but I didn’t wanna say anything…but when he didn’t come down for lunch…”

Kit didn’t reply. He just looked at her. “Fine. I’ll look.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Kit.”

He shrugged. “Sure.”

As he left the room she called after him, “And remember what we’ve talked about! Communication!!”

He decided it would be in his best interest to ignore her snarky comment and continued on.

He immediately went to the balcony at Blackthorn Hall, because he didn’t know where else to find him. And oddly enough….there he was.

Ty’s back was to Kit, but Kit could see Ty’s shoulders stiffen as he stepped closer. Ty could clearly tell that he was there. But he didn’t turn around.

An awkward silence settled over them both. Kit stared at Ty’s back as Ty continued to pretend like he wasn’t there. He was running through things to say in his head but nothing came to mind.

“Do you need something?” Ty finally said, straightening. He still didn’t turn around.

“Yes—I mean—No. I mean—” Kit couldn’t seem to find the words. “I just…wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Finally Ty turned to him. He wouldn’t meet Kit’s eyes but he nodded. “I’m fine. You can leave now.”

Kit bit his lip. He should’ve expected this, this harsh dismissal. After everything, he shouldn’t have expected anything else.

But he didn’t want that to be it. This was his chance. To try to fix everything.

So he took a step forward.

Ty furrowed his brows. “I said you can leave me alone now.”

“I heard you, Ty,” Kit said softly. He took another step closer. He leaned against the balcony railing next to Ty. “But I think I’m going to stay out here, with you. To keep you company.”

Ty chewed on his lip, his expression torn. He looked confused, and kind of…nervous. “Are you—have you…um. Nevermind.”

“Hmm?” Kit asked, his heart starting to beat a little faster, anxious to know what Ty wanted to say.

“Nothing, sorry,” Ty said. Kit glanced over and noticed that Ty’s hands were clenched on the railing.

Fuck it, here was his chance.

“Ty.”

Ty turned his head a little quicker than Kit suspected he meant to. “Yes?”

“I forgive you,” Kit said softly. Now it was him who couldn’t meet Ty’s eyes. His stomach was all fluttery as he waited for Ty’s response.

“What?”

“A while ago, you asked me how long it would take for me to forgive you and I told you I didn’t know,” Kit continued, closing his eyes as he remembered that horrible day, remembered his harsh words to Ty. He’d still been angry then. Still been hurt. Still felt like it was impossible to love or be loved. Now he realized how wrong he’d been. He knew now that he still loved Ty, just like he had when they were fifteen. Like he always would. His anger had subsided and all he felt when he thought back to those interactions was regret. He wished he’d been there for Ty when Ty had needed him most. “Well, now I know.”

“Kit.”

Kit turned slowly to face Ty. “Yeah?”

Ty reached out and grasped Kit’s hands. “You had every right to hate me. I know that now. I shouldn’t have expected you to forgive me. You still have every right to hate me.”

“But I don’t,” Kit blinked. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you, Ty. I—”

“Don’t say it,” Ty said. “Please.”

Kit froze. His hands dropped from Ty’s. If he was honest, he hadn’t expected Ty to say it back. At least not in the way he wanted Ty to. But it still stung, not even being allowed to get the words out.

Ty peered at Kit’s face, and his own face fell. “I’ve offended you, haven’t I?”

“No, no you’re fine,” Kit said, aware how hollow his voice sounded. But he couldn’t help it. He was embarrassed all over again. “I can’t expect you to reciprocate, can I? Some things just aren’t meant to be—”

Ty’s brows furrowed. He looked confused. Then his expression became one of determination.“No, sometimes, I think they are.”

And then Ty grabbed Kit gently, and pulled him in for a kiss.

Every emotion flooded through Kit at once. This was the last thing he’d expected from this conversation. But now here he was, Ty grabbing him by the shirt, their lips pressed together—

And his entire brain was malfunctioning. He couldn’t form coherent thoughts. All he knew is that he liked it (perhaps too much) and that he was kissing Ty back. He didn’t touch Ty, instead he gripped the balcony behind him, letting Ty take the lead. He only wanted whatever Ty wanted; nothing more, nothing that could be out of Ty’s comfort zone.

Kit had expected Ty to be more hesitant, but he wasn’t. He seemed almost desperate, like he was afraid Kit would push him away. And though Kit had kissed boys before, this was different. This was Ty. And any other person he’d ever kissed was completely and utterly forgettable to him in comparison to Ty. In fact, he had forgotten them. All he could think was Ty.

Then he heard the sound of someone coming onto the balcony. A voice followed the sound. “Kit, are you out here—”

Ty and Kit broke apart and turned to the voice. It was Tessa….with a sleeping Mina in her arms.

Tessa was staring at them, surprised. Her surprise turned into a small smile.

“Am I interrupting anything?”

Ty let go of Kit’s shirtfront and Kit straightened up. “Um, no. Hi…”

“Hi, Kit,” Tessa said, outright smirking now. Kit’s cheeks flushed bright red and he noticed that Ty was looking everywhere but at Kit or Tessa. “Sorry about that. I was coming to ask if you wouldn’t mind putting Mina to bed for her nap…but you seem busy so I’ll do it. No worries.” She turned and started walking away. She called back over her shoulder with an amused voice, “You kids have fun, see you later. I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”

Kit wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. That was embarrassing to say the least.

Ty coughed.

Kit turned back to him. “I’m so sorry–”

Ty pulled him in for another kiss. This one was just a quick brush of lips but it was enough to shut Kit up and offer a sheepish smile.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” Ty said, sounding almost surprised to hear the words come out of his mouth. “So that’s what all the fuss is about.”

Oh.

“It was better than I was expecting,” Ty mused. “Probably because it was you.”

“So that means—”

“I liked it, Kit,” Ty said, moving so that he was leaning on the balcony next to Kit. He brushed his hand against Kit’s ever so slightly. “I like you. I never understood what people meant by that until you. But now, I understand what that means. I understand that feeling.”

Kit rubbed his other hand over his burning face to try and bring the color out of it. “I—I don’t know what to say.”

Ty turned to him. “Yes, you do. You’re just afraid to because I cut you off earlier. But I only did that because I wanted you to know how I felt first.”

“Ty….” Kit said slowly. “Did you really mean it when you said that some things are meant to be?”

“Yes, of course,” Ty replied. “Of course I meant it. I always mean what I say, especially when it comes to you. It’s taken me a lot longer to get there, but I know how I feel now. And I would never even consider lying to you about those feelings, because they involve you too. And because I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I love you, Ty,” Kit said after a moment of processing Ty’s words. “I’ve always loved you, ever since we were kids. I never stopped. And I never will.”

Ty rubbed his eyes, and Kit realized Ty was crying a little bit.

“Can I hug you?”

Ty nodded, and Kit slid his arms around Ty’s shoulders. Ty held onto Kit tightly. They stood like that for a long time, even after Ty had stopped crying. Kit suspected that Ty was trying to make up for three years wasted. And he was completely fine with that. Nothing was better than the feeling of Ty’s arms around him, knowing that Ty felt something for him. He didn’t want to call it love necessarily, because it was Ty’s decision to call it that and he hadn’t yet, but it was something. And Kit would take something.

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starglitterz · 2 years

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to all the boys i've loved before.

─── MISC ! // a few happenstances & endings.

─ a short series based on my own personal experiences with love and crushes. a sort of messy goodbye to all the boys i’ve loved before.

warning(s) ; angst for the ending(s), happenstances are all fluffy tho

series masterlist.

♡ HAPPENSTANCES. ; circumstances, especially those that are due to chance

A. "THOMA, can you tie my shoelaces for me please?" your clear voice rings out in the classroom as you smile at him innocently. you've only spoken to him once or twice, so it's pretty bold of you to ask him to do something for you when you barely know him. but there's no harm in having a little fun, is there? especially when you're quite certain he's going to decline. but his green eyes merely shimmer with confusion as he tilts his head, "are you serious?" swinging your legs from where you're perched on the edge of the table, you grin at him, "yes!" what you don't expect is for him to kneel down on one knee and actually start tying your shoelaces into neat bows. when he's done, he stands up and beams, "is this okay?" "uh, yeah... thank you so much!" you hurriedly say, although you're almost unable to meet his jade gaze as he leaves for the next class. the next moment, you're hiding your face in your hands, and you swear there must be steam coming out of the top of your head; how did you end up getting even more flustered when you were the one trying to tease him?!

B. "that was pretty cute, huh? the two of them playing a duet like that.. seems so romantic!" you chuckle, recalling the memory of your two pianist friends messing around on the keyboard together during a free period yesterday. "true! i swear they've got something going on," GOROU replies with a laugh from where he's seated beside you on the piano stool. "agreed 100%," you grin, gazing out the window in front of you both at the lush greenery. the two of you have been sitting here for the past hour, having a conversation for the first time ever. neither of you are any good at the instrument, but you had fun randomly pressing keys on it. "oh yeah, that reminds me. my sister taught me a melody a while ago. it's pretty easy, do you want me to teach you?" gorou speaks up again, eyes wide as if he expects you to reject him immediately. "sure!" you chirp without hesitation - it only strikes you a moment later how coincidental he was that he suggested it so shortly after you mentioned that a duet seemed romantic. however, you don't question it, nor do you mention gorou's wagging tail as the two of you play the short yet sweetly mellifluous tune on the keyboard, and it's almost like you both are the only ones in the world.

C. you cover your face with your hands, peeking through the gaps in your fingers to continue staring at the phone screen. ITTO jolts beside you, clearly thrown off by the sudden jumpscare too. the two of you are curled up on the sofa in the student lounge and watching a horror movie, although it was definitely a bad decision even in broad daylight. "holy shoot, this is terrifying!" itto's loud voice booms, and you press yourself further into his side, leaning against him as you mumble something incoherent. despite being well-aware of the fact that you are awful at handling scary movies, this was your idea, but if it ends with you practically cuddling itto you think that you might not regret it that much. as you're thinking this, another jumpscare occurs, this one showing the actual appearance of the ghost rather than just a shocking noise. you scream, but manage to muffle it in his sleeve as you quickly turn your face to hide in his broad shoulder. itto yells as well and nearly falls off the sofa, but thankfully remains propped up enough not to make you fall too. "hey, you okay?" he pauses the movie and looks at you, your face still buried in his shirt sleeve. poking your head up, you nod, "i'm fine, just surprised. it's a lot scarier than i expected." "me too," he chuckles, and you can feel his entire body rumbling with the motion, "but it's okay! we'll be able to finish it!" "yeah!" "not like we have a choice, we've got to go for class in a few minutes." "then we better hurry up!"

♡ ENDINGS. ; conclusions, a time when something is finishing

losing people is never easy, but it seems to be inevitable for high-school friendships, especially with the mess of college applications and scholarships and finals crashing around your head in your senior year.

KAZUHA graduates a year earlier than you, promises to stay in touch fading as quickly as the notes he whispered to the wind on his flute do. you can't blame him for it though, and you're merely grateful for all the memories you've made together and will forever be able to look back on with a fond smile curving your lips.

DILUC... it's a simple case of growing distance that you tried to ignore but eventually found out you couldn't stop. he develops feelings for another classmate and stops talking to his friends, you included, because now all his time is wrapped up with her alone. one of the last times you talked was when he comforted you, or at least did his very best to, after your break-up. honestly you're glad to remember him that way; as someone who was never very good with emotions, yet always did his best to make you feel better.

AYATO, well, to be honest, you're not really sure what's going on with him. he's still as fun and cordial to you as ever, but that spark of camaraderie that used to be there seems to have disappeared. it isn't for lack of effort though, because the two of you still talk frequently, with you passing the same flirty compliments you always do, and him replying as smoothly. people change, and perhaps the two of you were too alike to ever be anything more than friends, so it's probably for the best that things ended this way. but there's still a tiny part of your heart that can't help but hope that you'll still be friends in college.

CHILDE was a boy you should have known not to get involved with. for all that you act like sunshines and rainbows, underneath it all you're just empty and cold, unable to give him the love he deserved and eventually breaking his heart. commitment was not your strong suit, and slowly as more and more of your friends gushed about how "i wish i could i have what they have!" "they're so perfect." "they'll last forever!", you panicked. then you broke up with him. it wasn't an impulsive decision, as you carefully thought it over for a month before realising how unfair it was to childe if you continued like this. so you told him, and he didn't take it well. in all fairness to you, you told him the truth, which was that you had far too much on your plate right now, you weren't ready for this much commitment, you didn't want to string him on. his temper flared and he said some things that actually hurt, and you got angry and said things that were equally as bad, but even once the two of you had calmed down and apologised, you knew it could never be the same. and to be honest, you mourned the loss of childe platonically more than you ever did romantically.

a/n ; uh. ignore how long childe's part is i swear i am normal about the whole situation. LMAO ok anyways idk if i like this part but! we are finally done w tatbilb!!!!! which also means i should be on my last week of exams and be totally done by june 10th !!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHH this series was pretty embarrassing to write, but i'm happy that i got to write out my experiences like this and sorta relive it all hehe <3 the only one i suffered slightly with was childe's LOL,,, but hopefully by the time this publishes i'll be proper over him i swear i'm like halfway there x_x i will say that the fact i have never met an irl xiao feels like a sign :eyes:,,, we can hope ig

#thoma x reader #gorou x reader #itto x reader #kazuha x reader #diluc x reader #ayato x reader #childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #arataki itto x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader

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strxbrymochi · 1 year

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chapter 11. tequila shots anyone?

masterlist • previous • next

synopsis: when jeno took over his family’s empire, yn was the last person he expected to see given their past. now, she’s in a relationship with one of his best friends, and he’s left wondering about “what could have been”. surely working together wouldn’t revive any unspoken thoughts. right?

word count: 1.5k

well that was awkward... YEET GG

you make your way inside jongwu's house. the loud music fills your eardrums and the flashing lights cause you to squint a little bit as you make your way through the sea of people to find your friends. it looks the same, well, for what it was worth at least. his parties definitely had a big level up from the last one you've attended.

right. the last party you attended. before you decided to move to new york and do whatever you can to escape the embarrassment of being rejected by your. best friend. i mean, who were you kidding? you were best friends for goodness sake. but a small part of you hoped you'd get the fairytale ending like most stories where they say yes.

whatever, now's not the time to think about that night. you have a boyfriend now and a stable job that just so happens to be for that same boy you've tried to avoid for the past 3 years. speaking of boyfriend, mark has really been ghosting you and a sick feeling went straight to your stomach thinking about it.

you close your eyes and shake those thoughts aside. you trusted him. tonight you were going to let loose, have fun. when's the last time you got to do that anyways?

"YO YN YOU'RE BACK!"

you turn to the source of the voice and see donghyuck approach you with a red cup in hand. behind him, jeno and renjun follow. it was weird seeing him in more casual clothing after only seeing him in suits at work. not that you've never seen him in casual clothing, you thought but quickly shove aside any thoughts and smile at the boys in front of you.

"hey guys," you say, flashing them a smile. "have you seen my friends anywhere?"

the boys shake their heads and you nod, looking around. great, you think to yourself.

"it's nice to see you here yn, it's been a while huh since we all got together." renjun says, smiling at you.

"yea, it's nice to see you guys are all doing great!" you mirror back.

"well, we'll let you go find your friends. see ya around yn!" renjun says, and he drags donghyuck by the arm who in the span of that short conversation was already taking up shots in the next table with a couple of other people from your university before you had moved to new york.

you start looking around for your friends when you hear a "did you want me to stay with you til you found them?"

you turn to see jeno standing beside you, hand rubbing his neck. he looked almost... nervous?

"it's just... i remember how anxious you get at parties or big gatherings like this and well, i didn't want you to be alone or i don't know... i'm kind of rambling right now, maybe i've had a little too drink." he says, showing you a small smile.

he remembered. "thanks for the offer, but i think your friends over there need the help more" you say, nodding behind him where donghyuck had started an imaginary performance on the table with chenle beside him and renjun trying to get the two of them to get down before someone fell.

he sighs a small chuckle before looking at you again. "are you sure? i'm sure renjun-"

you stop him. "jeno, it's fine. go to your friends." you say with a reassuring smile.

"okay. if you say so." he says before running off to his friends to help renjun.

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"and that's another win for yn!" rinji shouts over the loud music.

"seokwoo i swear when are you gonna get it in your head that i'm better at beer pong than you are." you say laughing.

"ONE MORE GAME PLEASE" seokwoo whines from the opposite end of the table.

"man are you sure?" dongju laughs beside him. "you're pretty gone."

"I CANT LOSE." seokwoo says, reaching over to the vodka bottle behind him to start filling up cups for another round.

"WAIT VODKA? ARE YOU SURE?" brie asks him panicked.

"the beer was a practice run, we're doing the real game now" seokwoo says, with dongju and rinji laughing along with him and start helping setting up the cups.

"it'll be fine brie, you don't have to drink if you don't want to," you assure her. "and anyways, we'll beat seokwoo again so don't worry" you say, laughing.

"beer pong without me? really, i'm kind of offended."

you freeze, you know that voice. you turn and you're met face to face with that smile. his smile.

"MARK?? y-you're here"

"hi baby, i missed you too and yes, i'm here." his arms wide open and you run towards him.

"why didn't you reply to my messages" you say into his chest, hugging him a lot tighter as if he would slip away if you let go.

"well, first it was the client but it wouldn't really be a surprise if i had told you my plans would it? i knew if i spoke to you i wouldn't help telling you so i just turned off my phone til i got here. that was a pretty long flight too in my defense." he says.

you smile. honestly you didn't care, you were more happy he was finally here with you.

"okay yn back off we want to say hi to mark too." you hear seokwoo say behind you.

you sniff and let mark go to say hi to his friends. "whats up dude? it's been a while."

"so i don't want to ruin the moment but... does mark know about jeno?" brie asks quietly beside you.

you shake your head. "nope, all he knows is that we were friends and we drifted apart." you say, smiling looking at mark reunite with his uni friends.

"YO, MARK? IS THAT YOU?"

the next thing you know the dreamies make their way to your group of friends.

mark stands to greet them. "yo donghyuck it's been a while!" he says, hugging his friend.

"renjun, jeno, jaemin, nice to see you boys. i hear you're all doing great now hey. big names in the business now are we?"

"well, if you don't say yourself" renjun says laughing. "it's nice to see you again hyung"

"and you two, chenle and jisung right? i don't know if you remember me," mark says addressing the two younnger men, adding a small chuckle to lighten the awkwardness.

"no hyung we've met! it's nice to see you again" jisung says smiling.

"so what brings you back to seoul hyung? i thought you were thriving in canada? or was it new york? or is this for vacation?" chenle asks mark.

"i'm here visiting, my girlfriend recently moved back so i thought i'd surprise her."

"awww hyung that's so sweet! can we meet her?" jaemin asks.

you watch mark talk to his friends and you find yourself flash a small smile. you completely forgot mark was friends with the dreamies before he moved to new york for work. by then you already had been there for a year.

"HEY YN EYES ON THE GAME OR ILL BEAT YOU THIS TIME" seokwoo shouts across the table, bringing you back to reality.

"in your dreams loser." you say, smirking, shooting another shot right in the center. "drink up."

seokwoo groans, downing the shot. but your victory is short lived when you hear your name being called. "yn can you come here for a minute?"

you get brie to take over your side as you make your way to mark still talking to the dreamies.

you show a small smile as you stand beside mark. "wait, yn? what are you doing here?" donghyuck asks, confused.

"yn noona did you hear! mark hyung has a girlfriend!" jisung says, all giddy. you and mark both fight a small laugh.

"uh guys, well here, meet my girlfriend, yn" mark says. you smile and give a small wave. that smile suddenly turns to small laughter looking at the reactions of all of the dreamies staring at you two with mouths open.

"w-wait," chenle starts. "yn is your girlfriend?"

"yup. we met in new york and well thanks to seokwoo." mark says.

you catch donghyuck flash a look at jeno but you couldn't tell what that meant.

"yo, jeno you've been awfully quiet, you okay?" mark asks.

you see jeno blink and for a split second seemed like he just got back brought into reality. he clears his throat and flashes a small smile. "i'm fine hyung, and nice to meet you yn"

"YN HURRY UP YOURE LOSING" you hear dongju shout behind you. "I CANT LOSE MORE MONEY PLEASE SAVE US"

you flash an apologetic smile to mark letting him know you have to go finish up a game. he lets you go and turns back to the dreamies who still don't seem to have processed what just happened.

"they always took beer pong so seriously" he says laughing, trying to get the awkwardness out of the room to no avail.

"ANYWAYS who wants a drink?" he says, ushering them all to the bar.

"hyung. you have so much to tell us." renjun says.

"tequila shots anyone?"

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12pt-times-new-roman · 9 months

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"Sleight burst in time" excuse me?? what does that MEAN, matthew?? (I'm sure it's just hand-waving the time disparity, which is totally fine, but I wouldn't be surprised if this actually meant something)

"You're abstaining from being undecided?" "Yeah!" Never change, Ashton.

That's the thing, though. FCG is the only one who's staunchly pro-gods, yes, but everyone else is undecided -- they don't have the information they need. Chetney is right, history is written by the winners and the gods have almost always won, they don't know the other side of the story; but when the other side of the story is something that the Ruby Vanguard wants, you'd think that would be a moon-sized red flag. The issue is that the Bells Hells are not grasping or being reminded that the Vanguard is the fucking problem.

They need information they don't have, and now that they're in a place as ancient as Zephrah, they might finally be able to find it. Questioning Predathos' badness is, well, questionable, but not unreasonable; when the Ruby Vanguard wants it, it's probably bad. But questioning whether Ludinus is evil or not, like Laudna just did? Nah. That's not a fucking question, it's not a gray area. And I also just noticed that no one has mentioned Otohan during these arguments in at least a dozen episodes, which is.... concerning.

They continue to head farther into the Gray Valley. They pass by a massive patch of desecrated ground where the ghosts of soldiers still drift, like in the Barbed Fields. "A part of history forced to relive itself over and over again." Beyond that, a hill with a massive cleft down the middle with a structure that's emanating a smell of burning meat.

is.... is that the worst group stealth check they've ever had? 7 fails against 4 successes?

Time for combat! 2 vrocks descend on them.

It's definitely interesting that Matt isn't putting them in initiative order. This is a pretty easy encounter for their level, and maybe it's because of that or because it was a failed stealth check (hence why he doesn't have a map ready), but iirc last time they tried to do combat without initiative order it did not go well, so this not being an absolute clusterfuck is a testament to their skill tbh

They continue to approach the hill. They see a stone fort, very well-built but heavily damaged, at the base of the cleft. There are a few small plumes of smoke rising from it.

Orym recognizes this as the Erudin Bastion, an extension of a temple to Bahamut built in the center of the Gray Valley to keep watch on the demonic activities here. It acted as an early warning system for abyssal incursions from the area. But Chetney, using grim psychometry has a vision, red, like he's looking through a stained glass window. Not long ago, this structure was active, people walked it; then, shouts, flames, dark energy. One by one, the screams are snuffed. Not more than a few days ago.

Well, I don't think Matt could make this any more clear to them.

The team splits up. Half of them climb up the hill with the intent to feather fall down, while the other sneaks up on the ground.

From above, they see the remnants of a terrible battle, bodies and limbs put up on pikes as decoration. Little impish demons fly throughout. A few larger figures walk about this demonic "encampment," warriors with massive swords and wings, keeping watch and looking around. They also make out three iron cages that hold humanoid captives. Lastly, on a stage-like platform, some imps are drawing multiple large ritual circles -- they're building something, preparing something.

Hey, remember last time we saw this happening? Remember how those demons were making ritual circles intended to bring more demons through? Remember how they were working for Tharizdun?

oh so that's why this episode is 5 hours long. that's big map

And, just to top it all off, a massive demon with fur and little wings lands from above.

FCG casts tongues so they can understand them. The larger demon speaks: "hurry, I must feast soon. Prepare, then celebrate."

From an alcove, something grabs one of the sentries, there's a burst of flame, and the sentry doesn't come back out. A figure emerges -- a humanoid, deep red skin, a mane of grayish hair and a beard, handlebar horns, and leathery wings. It seems like this is a fiend (possibly a devil of some kind, based on the red skin) who's taking out these demons. (the way I thought this was Ryn at first--)

Ashton putting the immovable rod in the hammer is so fucking cool!!! That's so sick. Tal really channeled Percy with that one.

Matt is good at miming??? (Also, who gave Sam access to verbs?)

Now we roll initiative. I get the feeling that this combat will take up the majority of the rest of the episode.

In one of the cages, Orym sees two figures: a female soldier with a broken arm, and a small gnomish figure with tattered Tempest Blade armor.

Fearne makes it to the seemingly-friendly fiendish creature. "Who are you?" "A friend." They, with a 30 persuasion check from Fearne, steps into the light. "I have no friends. But for now, we are not enemies." They step past Fearne and raise their sword.

Matt's using the Obann mini, so I'm assuming this guy is some kind of devil. Which has some fucking wild implications regarding the Betrayer Gods right now, if devils are actively fighting against abyssal holds on Exandria.

FCG gets stress points from using bonded blessing?

Imogen casts minute meteors! (I've always pronounced it minUTE, not MINute, but whatever.) this is one of my all-time favorite spells, and I think it's what widogast's web of fire was based on.

Their devil non-enemy flies over to one of the demons, and their sword does radiant damage! They deal a shit ton of damage (84!), and they're a fucking paladin multiclass who can cast 7th level spells.

Laudna using form of dread, unlocking the cage, shouting "you're free!", then immediately climbing into the cage herself is peak comedy.

Oh hey! Ashley remembered enhanced bond!

The devil takes more strikes against the demons. They get a flanking bonus with Chetney, so they are -- at leash mechanically -- considered an "ally." They deal 56 damage with 2 attacks, and Chetney flirts with them.

Chetney gets a kill with bloated agony! To the devil, "now, the big one." "Do not give me orders."

After three disarming strikes, Orym finally disarms the largest demon, and sends its sword spiraling to the ground.

Some vrocks come flying in, piling on. At this point, it's pretty clear that Matt intends for them to release the people in these cages so they can help, because this encounter is far more than the Bells Hells can handle alone.

FCG's spell save is 15?? That's so fucking low, what the hell? At level 10, their save should be at least 17.

Ohhhh, that's also an interesting rules interaction! Because Ashton's subclass is custom, I can't comment on it as extensively, but. One of Ashton's abilities pushes the creature they hit 5 feet away, breaking the grapple the creature had on them.

Imogen goes down, and Laudna challenges the demon that did it. "Let's go, bitch."

Orym makes a devastating blow against the main demon creature in protection of Laudna and Imogen and everyone in the cages.

Gods, Laudna just throwing everything into this one turn after the demon knocks Imogen unconscious, unloading all her spells trying to get away and deal damage........ cinematic glory. AND THEN Marisha using a nat1 to reinforce their love, to just simply stand between Imogen and the demon in her form of dread? peak pining lesbian romance. peak "oh god I'm in love with my best friend and I can't let the rest of the friend group know" energy. FCG gets Imogen up with a healing word, she prevents it from taking reactions, and she quickens invisibility on both her and Laudna. what a fucking turn, Laura Bailey--

"In her head, she hears, 'run away.'" "I say back, 'you do the same.'" And Imogen, because the demon can't take an attack of opportunity, just fucking bolts away.

The devil paladin takes their turn again, pumping a divine smite into their attack. They kill one demon with 77 points of damage, then darts to another one.

A voice enters Chetney's mind. "Take what you have taken. Together, we will do great things." Achievement unlocked: Travis gets a sentient sword

and the main demon teleports away. Orym, holding on to it, falls to the ground. It attempts to make an escape (♫ make an escape ♫). However, the people within the cages begin to make their way out.

As combat winds down, Fearne gets the HDYWTDT on the primary demon leader. Her spell glitters over them, causing lots of pain while looking like an absolutely beautiful display of vines and glitter.

The threat, in the moment, is quelled. Ashton checks, and the power being directed to the ritual circles is interrupted, and they are broken. The Bells Hells breaks open the rest of the cages -- in them, there are two members of the Tempest Blades (Jennis and Errana) and Bearnie, Orym's sister, tending to a dislocated shoulder. Orym bolts into a run toward Bearnie, who runs and gives him a hug. "Take it slow, take it slow." There's a heaping sob before she pulls away from Orym. "I knew they'd come for us, but I didn't think it'd be you." "It's just chance... the Tempest sent us out, just in time, it looks like." "I think so."

The devil lands nearby and approaches. "I am Tevon Klaust... I am one of the many champions of Asmodeus; some watch his domain, and others, like me, act in many realms. To some, I am known as the retribution of the Hells -- an infiltrator, assassin, and scout. To me? I do what is necessary. To whom do you owe fealty?" "Myself." "You... you are outside the knotted weave. While I know not the details, something brews in Exandria that has left my lord shaken, and me with the unique orders to, unless aggression comes to me, work with those who work under the Prime Deities or outside of them. You are lucky today that we meet on common ground; the future does not hold so much grace." "So you're working to help the gods?" "I'm working to help my god. And in some ways, all of the gods, in this moment. Remember they are brethren... this armistice has historical precedent, so do not feel nervous. Enjoy it while it lasts -- lest you seek new interests in your future? There are many gifts that are granted on certain paths."

Fearne holds his attention. "What does that entail, if I were to follow Asmodeus?" "An eternity of purpose, strength, and pleasures for those who fall under his shadow. You walk in the mud of the lowly demon princes. They are outside the divine order and likely stir in the wake of these times; pay them no mind. They are chaos without meaning." He takes Fearne's hand and kisses it. Her hand burns -- but burning doesn't frighten her. On her center knuckle, there's almost a tattoo of a black horned crown (the holy symbol of Asmodeus). "We are allies today. Perhaps, in the future, we will be allies again. The path is open; all you need to do is ask for his aid. Do you accept these terms?" "Let's do it, I'm in." "The pact is sealed... we will meet again." "Promise?" "Unbindingly."

I'm--

Oh no.

He flies up and speaks down to them. "The sky goes red to the south. I think our destinies are entwined." He teleports away.

This just made it so fucking clear that the Bells Hells know criminally little about the pantheon for people acting like they have any kind of authority to decide whether they live or die.

Bearnie led the expedition and expected to use the Bastion as a place of safety, unaware that it had fallen. The survivors were kept for a celebratory feast, for when they brought through the rest of their group. The main demon called itself Extevass the Gluttonous, a servant of Vrudaulin, a demon prince.

They scavenge for materials and head out into the Gray Valley. Bearnie leads them to a hillside, where she magically carves a cavern and closes it behind them for an enclosed campsite.

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survey--s · 8 months

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601.

Did you know that all the fish are dying out? Sure, that's hardly news.

Would you ever wear a white tuxedo? No. I avoid even wearing white t-shirts lol.

Do you judge a book by its cover?

Sure, I mean - the blurb and the photo on the cover is generally what draws me into buying a book (or not).

Do you like chips and dips? Oooh, yes.

Last time you went on a rollercoaster: Whenever we went to Blackpool - I think it was about six years ago.

Ever been to a pottery class? I took pottery lessons in school for a while. It was pretty fun.

Does your milkshake bring all the boys to the yard? No.

Who was the last person to stay over at your house? I don't think anyone has ever slept over here.

Do you like red lipstick? On some people.

Can you recall your country’s national anthem? I know the first verse, yeah.

Do you believe in ghosts? No.

Which sweets/candy would you put into your dream pic'n'mix? Fizzy cola bottles, giant strawberries, strawberry bonbons, foam shrimps, foam bananas, fried eggs, milk bottles, jelly beans, those Haribo rhubarb and custards, fizzy strawberry pencils, fizzy cola laces and flying saucers. And now I want pic'n'mix lol.

If you had a boat, where would you sail in your boat? Around the world.

Can you rap? Ha, no.

Are you a light sleeper? Yeah, I definitely can be.

When you were young, did you ever pretend to “marry” somebody? Yeah, my then-boyfriend. What is your favourite Disney film? The original Alice in Wonderland.

Do you prefer brown or white bread? White.

Have you ever spent an entire day in bed? Yeah, a few times, but I don't really enjoy it. It ruins my mental health to just sit about in bed all day.

Don’t you just find it annoying when people get too much plastic surgery? I mean, I don't really care what other people do their bodies.

How high’s your pain threshold? I can tolerate some pain really well, but other types I struggle with.

What would you wear to a red carpet event? I wouldn't attend one.

Whose birthday is next, out of all the people you know? Uh, nobody in particular is coming to mind right now.

What kind of coat are you going to wear in the winter? It depends what I'm doing. I have about six winter coats.

Did you ever go through a Goth phase? Yep.

Do you find architecture interesting? No, not really.

When on the computer do you ever think about how it all works? No.

How many songs are there in your iTunes library? I don't use iTunes.

Do you like Irish accents? Yeah. My mum's best friend is Irish and her voice is just really comforting to me for some reason.

Describe the worst date you’ve ever been on: I went to the cinema with a friend of a friend once and he didn't speak more than two words to me the entire night, lol.

When did you last go to the park? I never really go to the park but I went to the local nature reserve yesterday morning if that counts?

Which two animals would you breed together to make a hybrid? I don't know about a hybrid, but I would LOVE a mini elephant.

Do you ever forget how to walk? Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night for a pee.

Do you own a Jesus bracelet? lol no.

How far out can you stick your tongue? Not very far? I don't know, I've never really thought about it.

Do you like David Bowie? Yeah, he was pretty talented.

Would you eat a live cockroach if it made you a millionaire? NOPE.

Does it annoy you when you feel like people aren’t really listening? I mean, I'm guilty of not really listening to people so I'd be a bit hypocritical to get annoyed by it ha.

Are you the type who usually plays it safe? Yeah.

Do you want what you can’t have? Sure - a horse lol.

Ever been copied by somebody, clothing or style-wise? Yes.

Is there a point to clear nail varnish? I mean, I used to wear it to school because it was all that I could get away with.

What is the latest time you’ve ever woken up? 3pm.

Ever gotten into trouble over something you didn’t really do? Yes.

Are you currently ill? I have period pains/PMS but otherwise I'm fine.

Don’t you just hate being corrected? It depends on how it's being done.

Are there any really beautiful buildings close to where you live? No.

Natural or artificial? I mean, it depends what we're talking about. Not everything artificial is bad.

Who do you think about most? That depends on the day.

Do you have embarrasing parents? I don't find them embarrassing now I'm an adult but I definitely found my dad excruciatingly embarrassing as a teenager lol.

How often do you use the word “poltent”? I mean, that's not a word.

How’s your grandmother? They’re both dead.

What in your opinion is the most annoying noise in the world? Screaming kids or cutlery scraping on plates.

Are you any good at writing? Apparently so.

Can you speak any Spanish? I can speak a few basic words.

Do you like things from the ‘50s? I like some of the fashions and music, but that's about it.

Would you rather be skeletal or curvy? Curvy.

What’s your favourite type of cloud? Cumulus.

What’s something that really matters to you? Animal welfare.

Did that pass some time? Yeah.

#survey #surveys

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banger from gorsuch in a case over aggravated identity theft in gov't health care fraud:

MR. SURI: …Second, I acknowledge, yes, it is possible that when it's a small amount, we could still prosecute. But we'd have hurdles thatwe'd have to overcome when it's a small amount.It's going to be harder to convince a jury of fraudulent intent when the amount is extremely small. I take, however, the point of the question -- JUSTICE GORSUCH: Counsel, it seems to me you've just given up the ghost and -- and clarified things substantially that every time anyone overbills for anything, that triggers this statute, and all you have to prove -- now it may be small, as the amounts here were, $338, or it might be rounding up, a lawyer rounding up his hours to the next tenth of an hour, but that is still identity theft because you are using somebody's identity in a way that is unlawful and perhaps arguably exceeds their permission. If that's true, where do we stand in terms of federalism, given that (a)(7) speaks in much the same language and would seem to federalize pretty much every state misrepresentation claim? Where do we stand in terms of vagueness, notice to the world, fair notice to the world? I'm not sure most waiters in America appreciate that they're committing identity theft when they bill for that bottle of wine. ...

JUSTICE GORSUCH: Well, okay. Suppose we did read them the same way. Then you would concede there would be a federalism problem? MR. SURI: No, I wouldn't concede that because there's also a jurisdictional element in 1028(a)(7). That's contained in 1028(c). And that jurisdictional element ensures that every prosecution is within -- JUSTICE GORSUCH: How? MR. SURI: -- the federal government's authority. It has a list of elements that must be satisfied in order for an (a)(7) prosecution to be brought. And I grant one of them is affects commerce, but -- JUSTICE GORSUCH: Yeah. So, if he runs the credit card and it goes across state lines, good to go? MR. SURI: But this Court has held that -- JUSTICE GORSUCH: Can't you concede that's a serious federal -- federalism problem if we were to read those terms the same way? MR. SURI: No, because this Court has held that that's within the scope of the Commerce Clause. So it's not a federalism -- JUSTICE GORSUCH: Every fraud in America is within the scope of the Commerce Clause, counsel? MR. SURI: If that's a problem, Justice Gorsuch, it's attributable to the Court's Commerce Clause cases and not to this -- (Laughter.) JUSTICE GORSUCH: Okay. All right. It's our -- it's our fault. Fine. How about the -- how about the vagueness problem then? MR. SURI: I -- I -- I -- might I finish explaining why -- JUSTICE GORSUCH: Well, move on to the vagueness problem. MR. SURI: Yes. JUSTICE GORSUCH: You know, what about the vagueness problem? What notice does this provide to people in the world that they're committing a federal felony? MR. SURI: Again, Justice Gorsuch, you can avoid that problem by reading "in connection with" -- JUSTICE GORSUCH: I understand that. Put that aside. I asked you to put that aside, counsel. Please do so. MR. SURI: Yes. JUSTICE GORSUCH: Answer my question about vagueness. MR. SURI: The Court's vagueness precedents are concerned with ensuring that law-abiding people aren't trapped into being prosecuted for a violation that they couldn't have anticipated. And that problem doesn't arise with respect to either of these statutes because these statutes apply only if an individual has committed a predicate crime in the first place. So -- JUSTICE GORSUCH: Well, we -- we know, though, that the law has to provide notice not just that you committed some crime; it has to provide notice to the bad man that there are more consequences for worse crimes. And I don't doubt that the waiter who overbills for that bottle of wine knows he's committed some sort of state misdemeanor or maybe even felony, but does he know that he's committed a federal offense too? MR. SURI: The way he would know is by reading that statute and by looking at the elements and finding that his conduct fits within the most natural reading of those elements.

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The Wrong Lifetime – Nine // Wanda Maximoff

chapter eight | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter ten

author’s note: a bit late with the update today, my bad. I’m just very exhausted lol. Hope you like it though! bit beefy, just how i like it 😂

I should have realised Wanda would be a handful after literally grabbing my arse less than a metre away from her fiancé.

The final straw came when we were sat together at a table, talking to a guest who wanted to know more about the wedding plans. Y/B/N had left Wanda alone for the remainder of the evening for God knows what reason, so I was left to babysit her and make sure she didn't do anything stupid. Of course, drunk Wanda was also disobedient as well as truthful and clingy.

As the woman we were sat opposite was talking about her own wedding – the first of three, apparently – Wanda's hand kept playing with mine under the table. I shot her a serious look before slapping it away gently. That wasn't enough though, as several times after, she continued to play with my fingers and intertwine hers in mine.

Not wanting to draw attention, I pushed Wanda's hand under her thigh with hopes she'd keep it there and stop fussing. I didn't think she was even listening to the woman and the story of her wedding dress debacle, as she was leaning on the palm of her hand and watching with boredom.

At one point, just when I thought Wanda was finally behaving, I felt her hand rest on my thigh, creeping up dangerously higher. Clenching my jaw to contain both the arousal and frustration I was feeling, I flicked my foot against hers before stuffing her hand under her thigh again. Glancing at her, she was smiling innocently in my direction.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" the woman stopped mid-talk, looking to Wanda.

Wanda straightened up in her seat, flashing the woman a bright smile. "Yes. But if I may ask–"

"Oh, no..." I mumbled, already internally facepalming.

"–don't you think my almost sister-in-law is very pretty?"

My head snapped to hers as I attempted to disguise my panic with a nervous smile. The woman looked between us, waiting patiently for Wanda to continue.

"Good looks runs in the family it seems," Wanda said, stretching her hand out to caress my cheek, but I immediately caught it before she could, chuckling awkwardly.

The woman found Wanda's behaviour funny as she nodded in agreement. "The Y/L/Ns are a very good looking family indeed. Especially your fiancé, dear. What a handsome man he is."

Wanda hummed in agreement, but her eyes were only focused on me. Under any other circumstances, I would have appreciated how cute she was and been touched at her words, but now wasn't that time.

"My lovely almost sister-in-law is particularly drunk tonight I'm afraid," I spoke truthfully to the woman, offering an apologetic smile. "I should make sure she's okay."

"Of course," the woman said, nodding. "It was nice speaking to you both."

I smiled in response for both of us before leading Wanda away from the table and to an emptier-looking part of the room. Spinning around, I gave her a disapproving look.

"You can't say that," I said quietly, shaking my head. "Not here. Not now."

She licked her lips, wearing an enchanting smile, unbothered by our surroundings. "I can't help it. I'm so in love with you and you look irresistible tonight, milaya (darling)."

I sighed, my neck growing warm as she watched me with adoration. "Okay, I think it's time to call it a night."

"No, I want to stay," she whined, but I ignored her and turned around to think about how we could leave.

Once again, I felt her hand squeeze my butt and when I turned around to scold her, I saw my brother over her shoulder, approaching us. I forced a smile on my lips and glanced at her with a glare. She grinned in response before joining my side and facing my brother with me.

"Hey, how are you?" he asked when he stopped by us.

"Good," I answered for us both, afraid Wanda would say something suspicious.

He nodded, smiling a little. "Thanks for keeping Wanda company tonight."

Using that as my opportunity, I said, "Yeah, about that. She's kind of drunk, so I think I'm going to take her home."

"Oh," he said with realisation. "I don't mind taking it from here."

I pursed my lips, desperately trying to think of a reason to stay with her. Thankfully, I didn't have to.

"How scandalous of you to want to me somewhere after hours with nobody else around," Wanda poked fun, attempting to make him feel uncomfortable. It worked.

"Oh, no– I didn't mean it like that," he said quickly, flushing at her insinuation. "Never mind." Looking to me, he added, "You should take her home and make sure she's okay. Maybe stay with her until her family gets home so you don't have to head home yourself."

I nodded, ignoring the proud smile on Wanda's lips. "Okay, see you later."

As I led Wanda outside the house and towards the carriages parked outside, I gave her a grateful look.

"Good thinking back there."

She chuckled. "He's so easy to manipulate."

"Not nice," I said, but couldn't stop the amused smile from playing on my lips.

The two of us got in the back of the carriage after I gave the driver her address and settled in. Wanda was quick to tilt my head towards her and connect our lips, but I pulled back quickly, making her frown.

"You've been very frustrating this evening," I said with a warning tone. "We get home and you get to bed. That's it."

"Well, that hardly seems fair," she said with a shake of her head. "I believe I behaved."

I tried not to laugh. "In what world, love?"

She smiled widely, eyes darting to my lips. "Some alternate universe."

"Smooth," I played along, before facing forward. "Sober up, dear. The ride isn't long."

When we reached her house, it was a struggle getting her to her bedroom, but it was an even bigger struggle getting her dressed. I managed to get her dress off, but she kept trying to kiss me as I tried to put her nightgown on. Between fits of laughter, she pushed my hands away and made me step back.

Hands on my hips, I stared down at her with a ghost of a smile on my lips. "Are you done? You can't just sleep in your bra and knickers."

She laughed, sat on the edge of her bed and looking up at me with tired eyes. "One kiss and I'll let you dress me."

"Definitely no." I shook my head. "We both know what happens after one kiss."

"When will there ever be an opportunity where we're alone together in my home?" she tried to make a point, but her accent was especially heavy, entwined with her drunkenness and making it harder to believe her logic.

I rested my hands on her shoulders and leaned my forehead on hers, staring into her eyes with amusement. "My beautiful love, you are drunk. We will not have sex when you're drunk."

Her hands tugged me closer by the waist as she smiled up at me. "But I know what I want. And I'm certain it's you."

"Not now," I repeated, removing her hands from my waist.

She pouted and I chuckled before kissing it away. Her tantrum seemed to tire her out as I was able to get her dressed after that, managing to tuck her under the covers.

"Stay with me," she mumbled, fingers clawing the air as a gesture for me to join her.

Nobody would be back for a while, I realised, and nobody was home.

"Fine," I gave in quickly, before kicking off my shoes and jumping into the bed beside her.

She grinned, snuggling into my side and breathing out contently. "Ya tak sil'no tebya lyublyu (I love you so much)."

I kissed the top of her head, holding her close and hoping she couldn't hear the rate of my heartbeat pick up. "I love you, too, Wanda."

We stayed like that, in each other's arms, until I sadly had to get up and leave her. She was asleep by the time her family returned, her face relaxed and without the constraints of reality. I smiled to myself, feeling overwhelmed with how much I was in love with her. I was lucky to have met her, I knew that much, but I was also unlucky to have met her under our circumstances.

As usual, I couldn't help but wonder what could have happened if we weren't in the wrong lifetime...

I kissed her once more, whispering an 'I love you' to her, before leaving the room and wondering if one day I might be able to stay under the covers with her, cuddling until I fell asleep, too.

—

"It won't take long, I just need to give him this," Wanda said nonchalantly, referring to the notebooks in her hand. "Then we can grab lunch."

I nodded and the two of us walked down the street until we located the Maximoff Publishing House. I'd been here a few times when visiting my brother and it always gave me a fuzzy warm feeling, my brain formulating daydreams where I could be published, too. But that's all they were – daydreams.

Wanda held the door open for me as I walked in and I gave her an appreciative smile before she followed after. She led the way to her brother's office at the back of the building and we passed several desks – editors, authors and other employees alike – before reaching it. Through the window, Wanda and I could see Pietro sat behind his desk, pen working away at some papers.

"Piet," Wanda called, knocking on the door.

He looked up and grinned, instantly motioning for us to come inside. I followed after Wanda and closed the door behind us before stopping in front of his desk.

"Y/N, I'm so glad you came!" he exclaimed, standing up and stretching out his hands ecstatically. "I didn't think you would if I'm being honest."

I tilted my head, bemused. "Er... pardon?"

"Piet, she doesn't–" Wanda started, making me look to her. She cut herself off with a sigh, massaging the bridge of her nose and shaking her head. "Oh, God."

"I'm not sure what's happening here," I said with an awkward chuckle, before taking the notebooks from Wanda's hand and dropping them on Pietro's desk, "but these are for you. Wanda said you left them at home."

He chuckled, pushing the notebooks to the side, before reaching into his top drawer and throwing some pages before me. "These are genius, Y/N."

My brows creased together with confusion as I lifted the pages, looking through them to see what had got him all happy. As my eyes skimmed the writing, my heart dropped. This was my writing.

"H-how did you get this?" I stammered, looking up at him.

His eyes flickered to Wanda and I immediately put the pieces together, my gaze falling to her. She smiled bashfully before avoiding my eyes. She'd given him my work without telling me? And she'd tricked me into coming here for this?

"I want to sign you," he stated, clasping his hands together. "Your work is amazing, arguably better than you brother's. You really undersold! And the fact that these are just excerpts means your actual completed work is even better. And I want it here at Maximoff Publishing."

My palms were sweaty as I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know what. He wanted to sign me? Like, properly sign me?

"Y/N?" Wanda prompted, making me look her way. She watched with encouraging eyes, nodding to her brother.

I swallowed hard and looked to Pietro. "I'll have to think about it."

My family's reaction would not be kind, I knew that now. All my life I'd been hearing about how it was unladylike and unattractive for a woman to be a writer, how I should just leave the writing to Y/B/N. He was the writer and I needed to get over it because nobody would want to publish me. Yet, here we were.

"Y/N, what are you saying?" Wanda asked, resting a hand on my forearm to get my attention. "You've talked about being published for ages."

I was beginning to regret mentioning that silly fantasy to Wanda. If I'd known she was going to give my work to her brother, I never would have said anything.

"It's fine, Wan, she just needs time to mull it over," Pietro said dismissively, before smiling at me. "I do hope you'll decide soon though."

I forced a small smile his way before turning to leave. When I reached the empty hallway, Wanda was quick to run after me, tugging me backwards so I would face her.

"Why did you do that?" I asked instantly, frowning, feeling betrayed. "What made you think I wanted this?"

Her fingers touched mine gently as she looked between my eyes. "You've told me you wanted this. I know you want this."

I shook my head, letting go of her hand and stepping back. "I can't believe you took my work and gave it to him without asking. You shouldn't have done this, Wanda. You're making waves and–"

"You deserve this," she proclaimed sternly, silencing me. Her eyes were fiery as she stared hard. "You deserve to get the credit, too. Not just your brother. It's about damn time, Y/N."

My lips pressed together firmly as I held her stare, though she was winning as she told me everything I'd wanted to hear. Just once, somebody believed in me, but I was so used to hearing otherwise that it felt foreign.

"Pietro wants to help," she said, expression softening. "He recognises talent and you have it. Maybe I should have asked before giving him your work, maybe I shouldn't have. But I know that it was the only way to push you. You're so content accepting what other people want that you don't chase what you deserve."

Her passion and belief for my work warmed my heart to the core and I was certain that I'd never been more in love with her than I was now. She didn't have to care, but she did. For once, somebody did.

"Nobody will like this," I muttered, half-convinced but still worried about the drawbacks. "It could destroy your brother's career. It could backfire."

Wanda shook her head, stepping forward and resting a hand on my neck, thumb stroking the skin comfortingly. "He wouldn't take the risk if he didn't believe in you."

I placed my hand over hers, taking it between mine as I squeezed it gently, gratefully. I didn't know what else to say, since she'd countered all of my arguments. Everything apart from my family's reaction, which she couldn't control.

"I did this for you," she murmured, before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in for a hug. "For you to finally get what you deserve. So that you can make your own money and nobody can take it from you."

She paused as I returned her hug, though I was pondering her words, not knowing she felt that way. It sounded like she'd given this some thought. More than she was letting on.

"Especially if you get married," she added after consideration, and I pulled away, ready to say otherwise, but she closed her eyes and shook her head. "No, I know you don't like talking about it, but it needs to be said." She opened her eyes and I realised they were glassy with unshed tears. "I need you to be okay when it happens. I don't–" She sucked up a breath, smiling to relieve the tension, though it was full of pain. "I don't want some man owning you."

"Any money I make will belong to him anyway," I said, knowing she knew the world we lived in.

A downhearted chuckle escaped her lips. "You wouldn't allow that, Y/N, we both know that."

She wasn't wrong. But the thought of even being married to somebody that wasn't her made my heart crumble in my chest.

"Just think about it, okay?" she asked pleadingly. "Promise me you'll think about it? Properly?"

I nodded, reassuring her with a sad smile. "I will. I promise." She sighed with relief, tense shoulders relaxing. I continued quietly, "Thank you, Wanda. For all of this. For everything."

She nodded, before laughing to distract from the tear that slipped from her eye. I felt bad, but there was nothing I could do. She was so concerned about my future without her and it pained me to see. We never talked about it – an unspoken agreement – because it was too difficult to accept.

"Come on," she said, changing the subject. "Let's go get that lunch we came here for."

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I hadn't made up my mind about the publishing deal, but I was starting to veer towards a 'yes'.

A few days passed since Pietro made the offer and I hadn't told anybody of it. Only Wanda knew and she hadn't brought it up since, clearly not wanting to pressure me into a decision which I appreciated. It made me realise that I really wanted this for myself. I deserved this for myself, even if I'd been taught otherwise.

It was those few days later when the Maximoffs came over for dinner and it was the first time I'd seen Pietro since he made me the offer. When he greeted me at the door, he smiled brightly.

"I assume you haven't made a decision," he noted.

"You assumed correctly," I said with amusement, though I could tell he really wanted to know.

"Very well," he said with a shrug. "I guess I'll just have to change your mind."

I quirked a brow, wondering what he meant by that, but he simply walked past me and into the living room. Wanda smiled at me next, squeezing my hand and greeting me with a hug.

"You okay?" she asked lowly, a hint of concern in her eyes.

"I'm good," I promised. "Are you?"

"Yes," she said with a small smile. Just like her brother, I could tell she wanted to know what I was thinking.

After our two families conversed in the living room for a while, dinner was served by our servants and we all took to the table to continue our chatter.

"So, Pietro," my father started, looking across the table to him. "How is business going at the publishing house?"

I should have known what he would do when he glanced at me with mischievous eyes.

"It's going great," he answered my father respectfully. "We've actually sought out a new author to add to the list of names we represent."

My eyes widened when I realised what he was doing.

"Oh, really?" my dad asked with surprise. "Who is he?"

Pietro looked in my direction and I forgot how to breathe. "It's actually your daughter, sir."

All eyes fell to me as I locked my gaze on the cutlery beside my plate.

"Y/N? You want to sign Y/N?" asked my dad for clarification.

"I do," he said with a grin, and my face was heating up the longer this conversation went on. "Wanda saw her work and thought I'd be interested. I am. I think she'd make a great fit at our publishing house. And if she has a manuscript to show us, then I'd love to publish it."

"You did this?" Y/B/N asked Wanda with raised brows, jealousy intertwined in his voice.

"Yes, I did," she answered, unaffected by his irritation. "She's really talented."

I risked glancing up, smiling at Wanda appreciatively. She nodded in response, the corner of her mouth lifting adorably, making my heart flutter.

"She really is," Pietro agreed, before looking to my dad who still seemed taken aback. "She probably got that from you. Writing seems to run in the family."

My dad looked at me across the table, his eyes softening. All of our conversations flashed to mind where he claimed he was discouraging me for my own benefit. But now, everything he'd thought wouldn't happen was. Would he still be against the idea?

"D'you really think she'd sell?" he finally spoke, looking to Pietro, and I couldn't contain the smile from my lips.

"Yeah, don't women struggle with their first book?" my brother asked, and when I examined his expression, I saw the distaste.

"I actually think she'd do really well...," Pietro began to explain, before going into a long rant about numbers and sales and past examples.

As he spoke, my brother got progressively more frustrated and I frowned, wondering why he couldn't be supportive like our parents were being. Did he want to be the only author in our family that bad? Or was he just afraid that I wouldn't help him with his own books anymore?

"Thank you for explaining all of that," my dad said once he was done. He smiled, impressed, looking to me. "I actually love the idea."

I felt lightweight when he said that. Things were actually starting to look up for me. My dad was actually supporting my passion and it was all I'd wanted to hear since I was a kid. Trying to hide my elation behind a smile, I took a sip of water.

"Maybe Pietro is just trying to sweeten Y/N up so he can propose," Y/B/N suddenly said, making me choke on my water.

Looking to him with disbelief, he had a friendly smile on his lips, but I saw right through it.

"Y/B/N," Wanda scolded beside him. "Don't joke about that."

"Yeah, I can assure you that's not the case," Pietro added with a chuckle, unfazed by my brother's bitterness.

"I know that," I said reassuringly, before glaring at my brother. "You don't need to dignify him with a response, Pietro."

Changing the subject, my mother spoke up with a laugh. "Well, I think this is delightful. Y/N has always loved to write and I used to think it wasn't an appropriate future for a young woman, but if you are saying it could be, then I'm fully supportive of the idea."

I smiled at her, unable to believe she'd actually said that. She was the last person I thought would approve.

"Pietro has a good eye with these things," Oleg pointed out. "If he thinks it'll be successful, it will be."

My parents began to talk about how writing was something I'd loved for a long time, but I wasn't really listening because I felt overwhelmed with happiness. Pietro caught my eye, winking playfully, and I hoped he knew how grateful I was at what he'd done. Under the table, Wanda's fingers laced through mine and I didn't let go. Giving her a sideways glance, I thanked her with my eyes. She smiled widely and I tried very hard not to kiss her.

"...it's not the conventional route, but Y/N deserves it," my dad said, and I perked up with realisation.

"Maybe Wanda could break the conventional, too," I said, wanting to repay the brunette beside me.

"What do you mean?" she asked with furrowed brows.

I gave her a smile of disbelief. "Wanda, your art. It's stunning. Everything you create could easily sell for hundreds of pounds."

Her lips parted with surprise as she struggled to find words.

"That's not a bad idea, you know," Iryna said with thought. "Especially if Y/N's signing goes to plan."

Oleg groaned playfully, looking to my father. "This is happening so quickly... our girls are growing up, Y/D/N."

My dad chuckled alongside him as I stroked the top of Wanda's hand with my thumb. She squeezed it gently and I smiled to myself.

"You'll make tons of money," I said with certainty. "Your work is incredible, Wanda."

"I'll make enough money to support the both of us," Y/B/N said, doing a terrible job at hiding his frustration.

I looked over Wanda and to him with a hard stare and fake smile. "It's not even about the money to be honest. Maybe it's just about Wanda doing something she loves."

He nodded in agreement, though his eyes glared daggers at me. "I agree. And I won't stop her. But there's no need to sell her work. She can still practice her craft as usual. Heck, I'll even get her a studio."

I quirked a brow challengingly. "And what if she wants to sell it?"

Y/B/N clenched his jaw behind a forced smile. I ignored the warning look Wanda gave me in my peripheral and didn't dare look away from my brother's gaze. This was a side to him that I definitely didn't like.

My mum suddenly laughed to clear the air, but it was nervous and concerned. "Ah, sibling rivalry. Such playful nonsense."

"I believe the dessert is coming out now," my dad added, stealing the Maximoffs' attention away from my brother and I. "We're having soufflé."

With a final glare to my brother, I returned to eating. Any chatter of Wanda and I's potential careers ceased and my parents attempted to make the rest of the meal worthwhile.

As much as I wanted to be excited at the possibility of accepting Pietro's deal, especially since I had my parents' support, I couldn't help but think about what just happened with my brother. What was his problem?

When the meal ended, we all had some tea in the living room before bringing the evening to a close. At the door, we said our goodbyes to the Maximoffs and I was sure to thank Pietro.

"You didn't have to do that back there," I said as we shook hands, "but thank you. I think I know my answer now."

"Anything for my sister's best friend," he said with his signature charming smile. "And I hope it's what I think it is. Though, I suppose you won't tell me now."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Not now."

"Soon, I hope." He nodded conclusively. "Have a good evening, Y/N."

Wanda shoved him out the way before I could respond before pulling me in for a hug. Pietro didn't seem offended as he gave me a knowing look over her shoulder. I stared back inquisitively, but got distracted when Wanda broke the hug, finding my eyes.

"You okay after what happened?" she asked gently, eyes subtly gesturing to my brother who was bidding her parents a goodbye.

"I'm okay," I reassured her with a smile. "Thanks for tonight."

She returned my smile. "Thank you. I think my parents actually took me seriously for a change."

"It's the least I could do," I told her, fully aware of everything she'd done for me.

Her smile widened, eyes flickering to my lips conspicuously. I shoved her gently, knowing what she was thinking and reminding her that we were in front of both of our families right now. She rolled her eyes playfully before stepping back.

"Such a handful," I mumbled jokingly.

When they left, the first thing Y/B/N did was storm off to his study. My parents exchanged glances before looking to me.

"Be nice," my mum warned.

"We'll see," I muttered under my breath, looking in the direction he'd gone.

Oh, was he about to get a piece of my mind.

#wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen #marvel #mcu

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Batfam AU Snippet

"A snack, Master Tim, Master Danny, while you work on your homework."

Danny scrunched up his face, but Tim gladly thanked Alfred, snagging up a cookie before turning back to his English assignment.

"Doesn't that bother you?"

English was immediately forgotten. Danny was initiating a conversation. More to the point he was doing so about his feelings on something. Tim had theorized he'd be the easiest one for Danny to open up to, being a 'normal' kid before his adoption, and it looked like he was right. And now all he had to do was not waste the opportunity. "Does what bother me?"

"Being called 'Master'." The discomfort was plain on Danny's face. "I mean, I have my own discomfort with the word-"

Oh Tim was definitely filing that juicy clue away.

"-but even beyond that. Doesn't another person calling you Master feel wrong?"

Tim gave Danny a co-conspiratorial grin. "Do you want to know a secret I don't think anyone in Gotham outside Wayne Manor know?"

Danny pursed his lips, but didn't comment, so Tim continued. "In proper British butler parlance 'Master' refers pretty exclusively to children. It's basically Alfred-speak for 'Kiddo'."

Danny lost his sour expression and now just looked confused. "But he calls-"

"Bruce that. It's a little joke of his, basically that he's as much a kid as you or I. And yes, Bruce is very aware of this." Tim pointed out before Danny could think it was a private jab of Alfred's.

"And he's okay with this?" Danny asked, disbelievingly.

"Very. It's...you ever notice how in all the old movies and stuff butlers are always referred to by their last name? Jeeves, Wadsworths, Higgins. But Alfred is Alfred, not Pennyworth. He and Bruce are a lot closer than they let on, unless you know how to look."

Danny looked thoughtful. Tim wasn't sure what his thoughts were, at least not yet. But hopefully he helped alter the mental image Danny had about Bruce. Now to figure out Danny's history with the term 'Master'.

468 notes • Posted 2021-04-25 16:13:19 GMT

BatFam Snippet

"Danny, we need to talk."

Danny was already stressed with having to deal with Vlad having been there earlier. Wayne having to talk to him in that tone sent his anxiety through the roof. "What about?"

"Your past. As Danny Fenton and Phantom."

"No-you can't-you can't know-" But obviously he did. Danny had messed up and he was known and it was over, it was all over.

"Danny breath," Bruce commanded. "I want to help you."

"That's what he said." Danny was hyperventilating. "I can help you with your powers. I can help you. Well, the last time a millionaire we a secret identity and underground lair expressed a desire to help me and adopt me, I ended up in a power nullification box while he tried to kill my Dad, so no thank you!"

Bruce didn't have time to unpack all that, even if some things suddenly made a horrible kind of sense. Staying in Wayne Manor must have been traumatic for him. He hadn't expected Danny to know he was Batman, or that it would actually make it harder for the kid to trust him.

"Danny, I've read your parents' thesis on ghosts." Danny flinched. "And they read like a hate crime. One that it sadly looks like the government has bought into." That was a new description. "What do you mean a hate crime?"

"These beings, though capable of rational thought, are other. They don't have real emotions, can't feel pain, and only exist to cause suffering to humans, therefore it's not only perfectly fine to do horrible things to them but morally justifiable to kill them," Bruce summarized. "It's exactly the kind of rational people use to commit atrocities on each other. And while I certainly don't wish your parents dead." Facing professional censure, yes. But not dead. "Given your abilities I don't think you're be safe in that environment, much as I wouldn't trust people who champion conversion therapy with the well being of a queer teenager. And I don't think you feel safe there either, or you wouldn't be trying to hide on the streets of Gotham."

"They love me," Danny protested weakly.

"But they don't love all of you."

Danny wilted.

"Danny, right now there are two factions trying to claim you, your parents and Vlad." He assumed from what Danny had said earlier. "And neither would be safe places for you. And you can't tell child services why without putting a bigger target on your back for a certain government agency."

"I'm sure you can handle yourself in a fight, but a legal battle is something else. I have the double bonus of being a very public figure who'd be hard to make disappear and a good legal department. I can keep you safe until you're no longer in danger, then help you find a new home."

That caught Danny's attention. "A new home?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "You've made it very clear you're not happy here. Once your physical well being is assured, the priority is your emotional well being. And if here isn't a good place for you, I want to find somewhere that it." That was...Vlad would never give him up. Never. "Ideally, where would you place me?" "With Superman's parents." Bruce answered without hesitation. "Superman's parents?" Danny asked in disbelief. Bruce shrugged. "They have experience taking care of metahuman children. They're very humble and down to Earth. Their farm has plenty of space for you to fly. And one only has to see the son they already raised to know it's a good loving home. But that said, they are getting on in years and I don't know that they'd be up for raising another teenager. But you asked for the ideal and that would be it."

Okay, this was a lot he needed to go over. But...later. "Okay, but before we tackle anything else, there's something I need to tell you about Vlad..."

487 notes • Posted 2021-05-08 20:54:18 GMT

Danny was a puzzle.

In his defense, Danny had put a lot of effort in making sure no one in this house got to know him, so Tim didn't feel bad about thinking that. Honestly he was half surprised his new foster brother hadn't already fled from Wayne Manor, given how much he actively seemed to dislike Bruce.

Maybe he was afraid of something bad happening if he ran? Bruce's resources gave him an extremely long reach and while Tim knew he would never do anything to harm Danny, or any child, Danny obviously wasn't sure sure of that.

He'd wondered for a while why Bruce hadn't tried to find Danny a new home where he'd be happy. given how much he'd hated being there and refused to get to know Bruce. But Tim had realized the answer when Danny's eyes had flashed green once in frustration.

There are all sorts of things that could cause a kid to be running scared on the streets, but for the most part child services could hadn't them. A metahuman kid running scared? That could be the same, or things far more dangerous. And Bruce wasn't going to let the kid out of his metaphorical sight unless he knew Danny would be safe.

The trouble is Danny wouldn't talk to them, not about himself in any way. So it was hard to gauge what he was running from. So Tim had been working on solving the puzzle. Speech patterns and terminology put him as a New Englander, though not one from a place with very thick accents. He had a strong distrust for the rich, and it was clearly personal. So either he'd suffered at the hands of someone with money and power, or his family had been the ones with money and power and he'd witnessed it's affects first hand. He also had an aversion to labs and scientists, which lent credence to the idea that he was running from more than an unpleasant domestic situation. Aside from the glowing green eyes, Tim is almost sure at least one of Danny's powers is stealth related, because being able to sneak around anyone in this house is a god dammed superpower and Danny seems to do it effortlessly.

It wasn't enough, not nearly. But every day was another chance to grab new pieces of the puzzle. And hopefully when they had enough pieces, Danny could be safe

654 notes • Posted 2021-04-24 17:50:16 GMT

A continuation of the snippet I did based off @redrobin-detective's post

"Do you sleep?" Danny suppressed a groan. He really wasn't feeling up to Youngblood right now. "Yes. I'm part human. I need sleep."

"When do you get it?" "Not often enough." Danny grumbled, getting ready for a fight. But to his surprise Youngblood was gone.

"He does need to sleep and he doesn't get enough of it." Youngblood supplied.

"How'd you find that out?" Sydney wondered. "I asked." Youngblood said simply.

"That matched what I, Technus- Master of All Things Electronic and Beeeping, have discovered from the records the machines held at his place of schooling." "And what did you discover?" Skulker prodded.

"Before he became the Ghost Child, his school records were positive. Solid Bs, good attendance, no behavioral issues. For the next month afterwards he became clumsy, after that, when we started poking at Amity, he starting missing classes, falling asleep in classes, and all his grades fell. Also something about multiple altercations with some human child named Baxter?"

"Dash Baxter." Johnny supplied. "Football star. Guy's been bullying Danny since forever."

Sydney's head swung around. "What?"

Johnny looked uncomfortable. "Look, Jazz really needed someone to talk to, okay, and I was being a good boyfriend."

Kitty crossed her arms. "You were trying to steal her body."

"I was trying to be a good boyfriend to you," he specified. "And that meant being who she wanted me to be, which was someone she could open up to. And she's really worried about her brother, so she talked about him a lot. So yeah, Baxter came up, since he's been target Danny since at least Middle School."

"I have to go." Sydney said, abruptly leaving.

They let him. They all knew bullying was a sore spot and he would need some time.

"So what we have is he's a guardian who's territory has been violated repeatedly, his human survival needs are only barely being met, his home is extremely unsafe for him, and literally the only three people who care about him are all human teenagers with little to no power because no one with power or authority can be trusted to help him." Ember summed up.

"He's going to break," Kitty whispered. "I don't know how he hasn't already."

"He's tough." Johnny reassured her. "And we're going to fix things."

"I can set traps to keep the vermin from getting through." Skulker offered. "We should probably still make forays into Amity to keep him from getting suspicious as to our intents. We'll just keep it to well after school or on weekends."

"But not too late, so he gets some sleep." Lunch Lady recommended. "I should check his fridge while you're at it. He's so skinny, he must not be eating right." "His parents will have sensors and traps," Technus advised. "Let me disable the first." "That's an excellent idea. I may be able to assist." Skulker offered. "I wonder if Sydney would want to help with the Baxter Guy?" Youngblood wondered. ~ Dash stepped out of the shower. He must have had the water on hotter than he thought, it was so foggy everything looked gray. He wiped the condensation off the mirror and a pair of glowing red eyes glared back at him. "BUUUUUULLLLLLYYYYY..."

713 notes • Posted 2021-02-27 22:37:54 GMT

Danny Phantom AU

Starts with reveal going wrong. Oh they still love him. That's why they have to cure him. He'll feel so much better one they've removed that nasty ghost essence corrupting him. Sure he says that will kill him, but that's just Phantom talking, trying to trick him into not getting help.

Danny escapes and flees Amity, feeling very bitter. Thankfully Sam made sure he had a back up plan if things went wrong (because she inherently doesn't trust parents). A Bug Out Bag was waiting and his destination set.

He sent out two messages before ditching his phone. One was to Valerie, promising her she'd never have to deal with Phantom again, but asking her to keep the town safe from ghosts. The other was to Vlad. "You know that advantage I always said I had over you? I don't. Let go or die. Those are the only two options she gives."

Danny had two criteria for his destination. It had to be a big city (people are less nosy) and it had to have it's own hero or heroes (so he wouldn't be tempted to reveal himself as Phantom). He picked Gotham, because it seemed the easiest to fall through the cracks.

Danny does not fall through the cracks.

To be fair, he's a dark haired blue eyes kid with a troubled past and strong moral compass. The adoption papers are like, half filled out.

But here's the thing. Danny is highly against the idea of being adopted by Bruce Wayne. Millionaire who puts on an affable front, but is secretly extremely dangerous and has a secret alternate identity where he can be threatening and also wants to adopt him is, well, it sets off some very specific alarm bells.

(He finds out about Bruce's secret identity day one. He phases through the floor of the mansion to see if there's a secret lair like Vlad's hidden lair and what do you know.)

So Danny does not trust Bruce one inch. But then Vlad shows up, talking about a joint project between Dalv and Waynetech and Danny (VERY Hidden) realizes that Vlad is planning something against Bruce.

And like, for all he distrusts Bruce, he knows how evil Vlad is. So he's going to have to save him, somehow without revealing himself to Vlad.

Bonus: Danny couches his mistrust of Bruce as believing Millionaire only get there money through criminal means (cause he's not letting on he knows about the secret lair) so Alfred tries to go over financial records with him to prove that false. In the process it's discovered Danny's 'bad at math' is a learning disability (dyscalculia) and he starts learning how to cope with it,

1031 notes • Posted 2021-04-24 12:34:50 GMT

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The One That Got Away-Dream Was Taken

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'You're gonna be there, right?'

Y/n bit her lip, reading the text message for what felt like the millionth time. She had texted him 40 minutes ago, yet no reply. This had become so much more common recently and she had no idea why. Maybe it wasn't such a big deal, but it felt important to Y/n. Clay would never leave her on delivered for more than ten minutes. Even when he was streaming, he'd text her before he had begun, telling her when he'd be finished.

Tonight was an important night, they had been planning for this for months. A few members of The Dream SMP server had come out to Florida to meet up. They had planned to meet up for dinner and maybe a bottle of wine at Y/n's house afterward.

Y/n admired herself in the mirror, she wore a black dress that complimented her body well. She felt gorgeous for the first time in weeks. Usually, she didn't rely on items to make her feel good about herself. Clay was always there to compliment her or assure she was pretty. But recently, he just seemed to disappear.

It felt so hard to connect with him recently, Clay had become so quiet. Every time she texted him, she was left on delivered for hours if she wasn't left on read. It was rare for him to even send a brief text back to her nowadays. Weeks had passed since the last time Y/n was able to see Patches or hang out with Clay.

At this point, it felt like Y/n was at war with herself. Half of her was so demotivated, maybe it was time to finally leave Clay alone. The other half was demanding they had to keep trying, their friendship was just going through a rough patch right now.

'You know why you're trying to hold onto this friendship, you have feelings for him.' Y/n swallowed hard while the thought of Clay appeared in her mind again. It was true, she had grown a small crush on her blonde friend. But it wasn't her fault, It was because of the way he use to be so protective of her. The way his face lit up when he laughed. The way he just knew something was wrong. 'But that doesn't matter. It's obvious he'll never feel the same way about you.'

Before she had gotten another chance to argue with herself, Y/n's phone had buzzed. Clay? ...Wilbur.

'Hey, I'm gonna uber to the restaurant in the next few minutes. On your way?"

Letting out a sigh, she typed away. 'Getting in the car in five minutes.' She took one more glance at herself in the mirror. "He's going to be there, I know it."

"Y/n!"

"George!" Y/n smiled, picking up her pace as soon as she spotted her friend. Their arms wrapped around each other, holding one another tight. "It's so good to see you."

George let out a short laugh, "It's good to see you too, Y/n." He pulled away from the hug. He had dressed in a suit, they had planned to meet at an expensive restaurant for the night. It was recommended by Clay, it was one of his favorites.

"Anyways, we should go find our table, I think Wilbur's already here."

The pair walked side by side, friendly banter being spoken between them as they entered the restaurant. Nostalgia immediately hit Y/n as they passed through the doors, it wasn't her first time here. Multiple times in the past, Clay had brought Y/n out to eat here. The first time they ate here was the first time she had seen him in a suit.

"Y/n?"

"Oh, yes?" The h/c girl had quickly snapped back into reality, looking to her right. "I'm sorry, lost my train of thought for a moment."

"It's fine, I think I see Wilbur." George motioned to look across the room, there at a round table was another friend from the UK. Wilbur sat down, looking at something in his lap.

Biting down on her lip, Y/n had to fight back the urge to yell aloud; "Wilbur!" And run to him. When the lanky man had noticed his friends, he smiled and stood from his chair.

"Wilbur!" she whispered quietly, trying not to disturb the other tables. Quickly she shuffled over to give as big a hug as she could.

"Y/n!" He whispered back, returning the exact energy she gave.

One by one, more and more friends had arrived. Everyone seemed so happy to see each other. Eventually, it seemed as though each person was lost in a conversation... besides Y/n. She had been staring down at her phone, she was still left on delivered by Clay. 'What a dick.'

"hey, Y/n." Her head shot up, looking across the table. Niki sat there with a smile, "Just curious, is Clay showing up tonight?"

Y/n's smile faded for a second, only to reappear. "I... I doubt it. I haven't received a text message back from him, and he hasn't answered any of my calls for these past few days." She ignored George and Nick, who gave each other a certain look as she spoke. But at this point, it didn't matter. Clay wasn't going to ruin Y/n's night with her friends.

"Here, let me try and call him... would that be alright, Y/n?" George was already standing as he spoke, his phone in one of his hands.

She flashed a faked smile at him, "Yeah, I don't care, Gogy."

With that, George had excused himself from the table, already beginning to pull up Clay's contact before he even reached outside. Y/n help her breathe for a moment, watching her British friend disappear around the corner, out of sight. Usually, 'out of sight, out of mind' made sense, but not in this case. Y/n could feel her stomach doing backflips as she glanced from her phone, checking the time, only to look back to see if George had returned yet. It practically felt like time had slowed down, trying to drag these few minutes out as long as possible.

When George had returned, Y/n could already tell he didn't have good news. Just by the look on his face, she knew Clay had flaked out on all of his friends.

"Clay's gonna be a little bit late, he's bringing a surprise with him."

"A surprise?"

What surprise could Clay possibly be planning? Whatever it was, Y/n hoped it would be something to help keep their friendship from breaking apart. "Did he mention how long it'd take for him to show up?"

"He said, 15-20 minutes."

"So let's just order drinks now, he can get whatever he likes when he shows up.

If time wasn't slow enough while George was on the phone, it felt like she was stuck in time. Y/n had begun to pick at her nails nervously, this was going to be the first time they saw one another in weeks.

"Hey," Y/n felt Wilbur place a hand on her shoulder, pulling her out of her thoughts again. "Look."

She glanced up at the entrance. There he was, wearing the suit she had seen him wear for the first time. A giant grin was on Clay's face as he walked, he looked to his left. And there she was... a blond-haired girl wearing the exact same dress Y/n had picked out for tonight. Y/n could feel her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

"Hey guys," Clay spoke as soon as he came into earshot of his friends. Looking over the table, his eyes looked with Y/n's for a short second. "I want you to meet Elise."

One by one, Elise had introduced herself to each of Clay's friends. But when she reached Y/n, it felt like a stab in the stomach. "Omg, hi! You must be Y/n!" She was pulled into a quick, bone-breaking hug, "I love your dress! Oh, we're matching! How cute!" She just seemed to perfect, she was so much better than Y/n.

While an extra chair had been pulled up the table, everyone was lost in conversation. Except for Y/n, she had stayed quiet. Every now and then, she'd look over to Clay, who sat across the table. Their eyes would lock every couple of times, a strange feeling laid in the pit of her stomach when it would happen.

It seemed as though Wilbur had caught onto Y/n's anxiety. He was quick to offer his hand, allowing his friend to hold it under the table. Wilbur had always been a good friend to her, if Y/n wouldn't tell Clay about something, she'd turn to her brunette friend. So of course, he knew about her feelings towards Clay.

After placing everyone's orders, Y/n just couldn't take it anymore. Standing, she moved across the table. "Clay, could I get a moment to speak to you outside?"

"Uh, sure... Y/n." He was hesitant to stand. Before leaving the table, he had whispered something into Elise's ear.

The short walk outside was quiet. There was obvious tension between them. When the front doors opened, Clay had begun to speak. "I-"

"No. Not right here. Around the corner." Y/n didn't stop walking, making a direct beeline for the alleyway on the left of the building. She could hear Clay let out a sigh behind her, only making her fight the urge to yell a brief; 'fuck you,' at him.

When they were finally around the corner, she had turned on her heels to face the 6'3 man. "What the fuck, Clay?"

"What?"

" 'What?' You don't get to ghost me for weeks then reply with, 'what?' Do you know what a dick move that is? Where have you been?" She practically hissed at him, crossing her arms as she spoke. If it was possible, steam would leave her body from how upset she was.

"I've been busy, Y/n."

"Busy? So that means you cut me out of your life? After being friends for months?"

"You aren't the most important thing in my life, Y/n. You should know that." It was Clay's turn to give Y/n a nasty look. But at this point, she didn't care.

"I know, I shouldn't be the most important person in your life, Clay. But that doesn't mean shut me out of your life." She snapped at him, pushing herself up against his chest, "You know what would've been nice? Not being left on delivered or read. It would've been nice if I could receive a text every now and then catching me up about your life."

"As I said, I was busy."

"Busy! That's your only excuse, pathetic. I can tell you're busy, you have a girlfriend and I never got to meet her."

"Well,-"

"Am I the only one who didn't know about her?"

Clay froze. he knew this was the end of the line for him.

"Clay." His silence spoke loud enough. "I'm happy for you, I really am. But... it fucking hurts, you know." Y/n let out a short giggle, she could feel her eyes watering. "I loved you, you know. I loved you so damn much. If you told me to do something, I'd do it with hesitation. But it's crystal clear the feelings aren't mutual."

"Y/n..."

"No, it's fine. I'm gonna leave. Don't worry, I've ruined the night, I'm sorry. Enjoy your time with your friends, Clay. Don't let me rain on your parade any longer." Y/n had stepped back, trying to move past her friend.

"Y/n, listen to me."

"Move, Clay. God damn it."

For a few seconds, Clay continued to try and catch her attention, refusing to let her past. "Y/n, shut the fuck up. Listen to me." Out of frustration, Clay had grabbed onto the girl's shoulders, pushing her against the wall. Y/n looked down at the ground, batting back tears. "Y/n..." he sighed, moving one of his hands under her chin gently. Carefully, he made her look up at him. He always hated seeing her cry.

"I'm an idiot. A big one. Y/n... I love you too. I just didn't think you felt the same, so I decided to push you out. I looked for love somewhere else and I found Elise. But Y/n, I really do love you."

"No, you don't..." Y/n whispered softly, she shook her head as a dumb smile appeared on her face. "If you loved me, you would've made a move. You wouldn't have closed me out of your life for weeks. You wouldn't have found someone new to love. Please don't bullshit me, Clay. You know I'm not stupid."

"Y/n..." clay could feel his heart begin to crack, it hurt to see her like this.

"Please just let me go," her voice was soft as she spoke. He really did hurt her heart. "I want to say goodbye to my friends."

"I..." Letting out a sigh, he stepped back, "alright."

Clay watched as Y/n disappeared around the corner, wiping tears from her face. Why was he such a fool to let her go?

Y/n smiled as soon as her table came into sight. It would all be quick and easy. As soon as Elise noticed her, she stood from her seat. "Oh my god, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just a bit chilly outside," Y/n replied, pulling Elise in for a hug. "It was so nice to meet you. You're such a lovely girl to talk to."

"Right back at you," Elise smiled at Y/n, taking her seat again.

One by one, Y/n gave each of her friends a hug goodbye. When Wilbur held her, she was quick to whisper something brief to him: "Walk me to my car?" Wilbur nodded, taking her purse for her as they walked out. On their way out, Clay had passed by them. He kept to himself, looking the other way when Y/n came into sight. When he was out of earshot, Wilbur spoke up.

"Are you okay?"

"Honestly, no. I just wanna go home and cry." Y/n let out a huff of breath. She was speed walking to keep up with her tall friend.

"Do you want me to tag along?"

"Please." As the night continued on, it seemed like both Clay's and Y/n's moods had changed drastically. While Y/n was at home watching movies and laughing with one of her best friends, Clay was stuck in the place that reminded him of Y/n, thinking about how she'd be the one who got away. Did it hurt him? Yes, but he deserved it. He was the one who ruined it all. Nothing would be the same after tonight.

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visd3stele · 3 years

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The beauty and his beast - wolfstar fic

summary: two different nights, years passed, some things changes, but some never do

TW: nightmares, PTSD, trauma, non depictive child abuse, themes of suicidal thoughts

A/N: I loved writing this, but I am so nervous about it. What do you think?

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fanart credit picture down below: @lunopal

Ragged voices licked his ears. Three different ones overlapped in a cacophony of hissed whispers and dooming laughs. From where he stood in the middle of his cell, Sirius could see a silhouette standing in the open door. Open, because there was no way he could escape. Three Dementors floated in a circle around him, so fast he could barely tell them apart. Black smoke, a burning smell and shadows whirled under low hoods, bringing him to his knees.

The man in the door curled his lips in a terrible grin. The Dementors were his and with each mind they broke, with each soul they ate, the wizard gained a sense of pride and morbid joy.

Sirius knew it. He knew the man, back in his school years - how far they seemed now! But Sirius also knew he was delusional. The Dementors bow to no one. They have no law, no caretaker, no master. Only their purpose.

Continuing to swirl around his frail body, sinked in to a third of what it used to be, bony edges poking out through dirty thin layers of clothing, the Dementors closed in on Sirius. Flashes of memories flew before the Animagus' eyes. James' empty ones, still open in a silent plea for his sacrifice to be enough to save his family, his brown hair dipped in his own blood, body angled in an unnatural position with his hand stretched forward above his head as if reaching for his best friend. Lily's tears, yet to dry and evaporates, stained her too pale face, the red of her hair sprayed around too lively; no blood pools formed around her lifeless body, laid on its belly as it fell onward, as if leaping away from her son, so the baby won't have to see it. And finally Harry, his godson, crying in his crib, a brown-red crust shaped like a lightning forming on his forehead; his green, small eyes, swollen, puffy and trimmed with red followed his godfather as the man turned his back on him and ran outside.

Sirius cursed loudly, beginning to shackle the chains trapping him in place in case he tried to escape the daily visit of the Prison Warrant and his guards. But the now twenty five years old has stopped trying to run a long time ago. What good would it be? There was nothing - no one - waiting from him out in the world. No, Sirius trashing around the cold, dirty dais, snapping the metal biting in his wrists, bruising his effervescent skin and almost cracking his bones as well was his attempt to run from his own mind. If he could just wipe the haunting memories away with a shook of his head, a twist of his back or punching and kicking the thick walls.

Fragments of thoughts he wasn't sure belonged to him invaded his mind. "Your fault. Traitor. Another Black." And, worst of all, one pained howl, a desperate scream in the night. Sirius wasn't sure if he heard it, or the dark creatures around toyed with him, but Remus' wild, feral yell of pure hurt reverberated inside the bars of his mind. The young wizard shut his eyes closed tightly, hoping to brush away the sound, the voices. Failing to do so, he released a scream of his own, only a hint of Padfoot, the big, black dog, his alter ego, printed in it.

The thirty four years old man yanked up. The bed sheets were soaked in his sweat, the blanket throwed on the floor. Sirius passed a shacking hand over his face, feeling the hot air leaving his mouth in short breaths, than big inhales with no exhale, the burning of tears on his warm red cheeks and the running nose. His lips felt sewed together all of a sudden, as chill after chill entered his body, cooling off his face too quickly.

It was just a nightmare, he knew. He escaped Azkaban, has been a free man from over a week already. But Sirius Black couldn't let the twelve years in prison go. The things he saw there, what the Dementors showed him day after day, carved their way in his brain, refusing to leave. Yes, he may have been wrong: his family and living friend welcomed him back. Harry was warming up to hid godfather, Nymphadora Tonks was eager to know her uncle, Andromeda even reached out, sending letter after letter and Remus - well, Remus hugged him tight and apologized for believing that filthy rat's lies. The werewolf spent his days, from first ray of sunshine until the last drop of sunlight. But the nights he went home. The nights when ghosts came to play, wounds teared open and pain leaked like blood from Sirius' heart, Remus was gone.

He tried to remember a time they didn't share a bed - before Azkaban, of course. Not in a sexual way, though it came to that in the late years of Hogwarts too. But simply for the comfort they each found in the other. It started in the second year, Sirius recalled.

Four twelve years old boys in a room seemed like a receipt for disaster. In a way, it was. After finding out their friend's secret, James, Sirius and Peter decided to sneak in the herbology cabinet, get Mandrake leaves and become Animagus. Seeing as they got away with it, the four created their enchanted map and become the Marauders, messers Prongs, Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail, waltzing their merry way through Hogwarts.

Not everything was merry and joyful, though. And despite their reputation, the wizards could be grave and serious when need be. Like one night, when Sirius woke them all up with his cries. The grey eyed boy stood on top of his bed covers, knees drawn to his chest, hands tangled in his shoulder length hair. He leaned back and forth, trembling. Front teeth bit in his lower lip to prevent him from making more noises as silent tears rolled down his face.

The other three boys thought Sirius saw a mean spirit, the haunted glassy look in his eyes only proving their theory further. But no danger threatened in the shadows of their room. No monster lurked in the darkness.

James was the first to get up and surf his way to the pure blood. Remus followed closely behind while Peter watched everything from the safety of his bed. Sirius' episode truly spooked him.

"Padfoot, mate, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. 'm sorry. Go back to sleep."

James and Remus changed worried looks at the sourness of Sirius' voice. Their friend would usually be the epitome of confidence, yet now he seemed to desperately try to shrink and disappear. But it was late and they were tired, so the boys decided with a swift nod that they'd pick up the subject in the morning and climbed back under their covers.

Remus jolted awake. Two out of his three best friends were sound asleep. Sirius still stared at the wall in front of him, breathing jerky. Due to his fine, superior hearing, the werewolf discerned the Black boy's muffled whimpers, sounds that kept him from sleeping.

"Sirius, why are you so afraid?" Remus whispered.

" 'm not afraid, Moony. Sleep."

"Can't. Werewolf remember? I hear you trying to not cry. You can cry, you know."

"I know." Sirius said in a tone that clearly showed he doesn't. With a sigh, Remus threw away his blanket, slipped his feet in his shoes and trailed his legs over the dorm's brick daises until he reached his friend's bed. The brown haired boy signed Sirius to scoop over, which he did, to both wizards surprise.

Later, when talking about that night, Padfoot admitted he was too tired, too shocked and too lost in his mind to think and only acted on auto pilot.

Remus brought the blankets to cover them both, still seated as they were. "Do you need a hug?" Sirius hesitated before answering, but eventually he nodded twice, a quick movement as if the boy was ashamed to admit it and wanted to pass unnoticed.

But Remus smiled softly and wrapped his hands around him. Sirius clinged onto his friend. The warmth of the gesture, the cozy closeness of a settled, stable body, a person that cared deeply about him and only him as a being, set the restrained tears free. Remus held Sirius until his body stilled and he could feel no more tears soaking his pajamas.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Sirius swallowed, but the words demanded to be spoken. "Yes."

"Alright. I'm gonna ask you questions and you can answer with yes or no. It's your choice if you want to elaborate. Sounds good?"

"Yes." Sirius said and for a moment his usual, ironic self showed up.

"Was it a nightmare?"

"Yes."

"About your family?"

With a shudder, the grey eyed boy forced out another "yes."

"Your brother?"

"No."

"Your parents, then. Did they - did they do something to you?"

"Yes." Remus' arms tighten around him and he clunged harder to his friend as well. In the safety of the Gryffindor dorm, shared with his most trusted peers, comforted by the scarred boy he became an Animagus for, Sirius stumbled over his thoughts. The dream weighted heavy on his mind, but he didn't know how to let free of those horrible images that haunted him. Not images, memories. Sirius feared that if he said anything they'll become real. Not that they weren't, but they happened in the past. Talking about them, invoking them, would feel like living through them again.

And yet, part of him wanted to talk. He needed someone to know. Sirius couldn't be sure why. Maybe to hear that it was nothing, that it was ok and he shouldn't be such a weak ship. Or maybe to hear it was normal and he wasn't alone. That is how parents love and his didn't hate him after all. Or just to show someone how broken he were, hoping to be picked un and patched.

So, speaking slowly, but evenly, Sirius retailed his nightmare to Remus. In his sleep, the twelve years old boy was hanging some muggle posters in his room: bands, promo for concerts, normal things a boy his age would own. He smiled broadly, music turned on quite loud, muggle music, when his parents bursts in. Walburga and Orion both yell, but Sirius can’t understand what they’re saying. It’s pretty clear they are very upset with him, though. And the reason couldn’t be more obvious.

“Sirius Orion Black!” his mother shrieked. “Ungrateful, worthless child! You are a stain on the family’s name.”

“You should be ashamed of you. As much as I am for being your father. Well, say something. Look how upset you made your mother!”

“Sorry,” he’d try to say, but his voice would break, too small to be heard by the angry adults. Which only worsened their state. Sirius watched frozen in terror as Walburga took her wand. Only his head seemed to be able to move, and he was shacking it vigorously, wiping his cheeks with it. The young wizard tasted tears on his tongue as he repeated the same words over and over again “no, please, ‘m sorry!” It did nothing to help.

Remus stayed in his bed that night.

°•▪︎~▪︎•°

The moon shone mockingly on the window. Last night has been a full moon and Prongs, Padfoot and Wormtail failed to properly contain Moony. It happened quite a lot in their first days as Animagus. As normal, they got better over the years, the four boys falling in rhythm like an oiled machine. By the time they reached excellency, though, mistakes happened. James, Peter and Sirius thought less of it, but Remus took it badly.

As he laid in the dark, blanket drawn to cover his head as he hugged his knees on the side, the young werewolf tried to remember what happened last night. What if he killed someone? What if he will next time the boys won’t be able to restrain him? Is it worth living like this, a danger to himself and the ones around? What if he hurts his friends?

“I can hear your mind working from over here y’know?”

Remus straighten up in shock. “Padfoot?”

“Well, it’s not the Fat Lady. What’s on your mind?”

Remus shrugged, but Sirius wouldn’t stop pestering him until he poured his deepest fears and doubts.

“You won’t”

“How do you know this?”

“You won’t, Moony,” Sirius said more firmly this time.

“Alright.” Remus clearly didn’t believe him and his worries still troubled him as he turned to lay back down. He heard footsteps, then felt the mattress shifting as another body climbed over his bed covers. “I know because I am Sirius Black and you are my friend.” Less than an hour later, both boys were sound asleep.

Sirius slept in his bed that night.

°•▪︎~▪︎•°

It became a tradition. At first, they'd wait until one of them woke frozen in pain and panic, then they'd stay together and talk silently until they could sleep again. Later, Sirius and Remus would wait until James and Peter were out to decide who's bed to sleep in, knowing one of them - or both - ought to need the comfort.

The man kept trembling. His sobs caught in hiccups, leaving him out of breath. He did it. He left Harry for revenge. He practically made the choice for James and Lily, selecting Peter as secret keeper. His brother died and instead of mourning him, Sirius rejoiced bitterly in his cell - until he found out how he betrayed the Dark Lord.

He was just another Black. An evil presence in the world, despite his efforts. Gryffindor or Slytherin, it mattered not when his genes crafted him. Sirius tried so hard to be good, brave, loyal and the only thing he managed was to disappoint everyone. He was a nuisance and a burden and the a stain on the world. It'd be better if his sorry, useless existence would be wiped off the surface of the Earth.

Such thoughts clouded Sirius' mind when a light knock pulled him out of his head. "May I come in, Padfoot?"

The man almost broke at the nickname. Only one single person now would know to call him that. The weight of the realization hit him and another wave of tears carried the air from his lungs.

Receiving no answer, Remus kicked the door open, worry written all over him. The werewolf was panting and sweating from running, eyes wide close to terror. "Padfoot!" Seeing his oldest friend's state, he rushed to his side and hesitated only a moment before drawing him in for a hug.

"Nightmare?"

"Yes."

"Azkaban?"

"Yes."

"Dementors?"

"Yes. They-" Sirius gulped, shame tightening up in his throat. He was a thirty four man, for Godric's sake! And yet he cries like a baby. But the path he and Remus trailed off to, simple questions, any type of answer, so familiar and soothing he couldn't stop. "They tortured me. Showing me their - James and Lily's - death over and over. I left Harry, Moony. I stepped inside the house, saw that beautiful, brave child, suffering and I took off after bloody Pettigrew!" Before Remus could say a thing, Sirius continued, teeth so barred that words barely spitted out. "I heard you screaming too. I don't think that was real, but it sounded so broken, Moony. Twelve years, over twenty four full moons alone. 'm so sorry. It's all my fault."

Remus inhaled sharply, pulling Sirius even closer to him. He rubbed circles on his back, leaning to whisper in his ear "It was not, Padfoot. I should have trusted you more, star. If anything, it's my fault for spending so much time alone. So much, in fact, that it seems I neglected you, our agreement."

“It was my fault.” Sirius insisted.

“No,” and not letting him time to argue, Remus added “I know so, Sirius, because I am Remus Lupin and you are my... friend.”

Sirius pulled away only to find a reluctant smile playing on Remus' face. His body reacted before his mind could process its moving. He moved on the right side of the bed, still avoiding the other wizard's eyes. "Why are you here, Remus?"

"I couldn't sleep either. Thought to check on you as well. And good thing I did. You looked..." The professor didn't know how to finish that sentenced. Hollow. Empty. Dead. Scaringly close to death, in fact.

"Merlin! Thank you, Moony. You don't look bad yourself."

Remus chuckled. "Are you feeling any better?"

"No. You?"

"No."

Both men laughed. A bitter sweet sound passing through silence, taking with it any sign of discomfort that existed.

"I'm glad you came."

"Me too."

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wearepurplejackets · 3 years

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Crazy theory of this week (cause again, I really need to sleep!)! #JSHK

I don't know exactly why and I assume this information because Teru seems a character that know some relevant sh*t in the story. (He also hates Hanako to a point of no return so... Not maybe the most reliable opinion BUT!)

Anyway, chapter 70 gives two interesting povs. Teru's and Hanako's.

Teru explained to Akane what was going on inside the school under his own conclusions.

Nº6 did all of this, "kidnap a maiden" thing because he wanted to keep protecting this land (Aka the school, that was built on it.)

The Supernaturals of the school threaten alive ones so they keep existing and with that, they protect the school. But they... are losing the power to do that. ("The knife has been very subtle" eh Teru.)

Why exactly? Because this motherf*cker was in love with the girl that was planned to be sacrificed in the first place:

By advising Akane, Teru implies there is going to be a confrontation in the future. "Be careful because Hanako-kun is an evil spirit and in the future I'm going to need you to defeat him." Now we are in chapter 79, we know Teru has a dream. And to make it true he needs Aoi-chan too. In this chapter, he even gave a protection charm to Aoi-chan. Because he knows what's going to happen next and he knows what's going on. He knows this was all planned by Hanako-kun (And he is right. Mostly.) When he reach for Akane-kun in that place, and see Aoi-chan with him, he realizes there is nothing he can do in that moment. And for sure, that he is coming back for her. She is necessary for his own move, and Teru is about to do something pretty soon.... So, we will know sooner or later. We know the Minamoto were part of the village that sacrificed girls just to be safe of the Evil (Which I think is the sh*t that "lives" in the cursed red house. And also in the Fake Tsukasa Yugi we all have seen in the school messing around and not Hanako as Teru believes, the only thing he doesn't know. We can assume that Hanako as a ghost took all responsibility for Fake Tsukasa's crimes...), Teru explained everything in this chapter, he even changed the way he was speaking in order to doesn't sound rough.

(Akane-kun is so relatable here...) Teru knows about Hanako's setup, but not about Tsukasa at all I think. And we have seen Tsukasa (the fake one) just causing chaos. But Hanako, well he is more elaborated. So I guess he thought the evil spirit was just Hanako by himself, when in realise Hanako just wanted Yashiro to live longer. It's like when Tsuchigomori saw him smiling with Kou and Yashiro and told him: "Didn't expect you to want friends at this point." Because Hanako was always a lonely spirit that God put into the school to "atone" his crimes (which I believe are: none.) Another day I'll write some theory about why Hanako is going to come alive, again, because maybe he is not as dead as we think... wait for it!

There are still a lot of questions. Why was Yashiro to be sacrificed in the first place? Why is she a kannagi? (Cause if she is a kannagi cause again, she is going to die soon as all the characters had said, well that's a f*cking paradox.) And what is Teru planning? This way the school is safe and as an exorcist he doesn't have to worry anymore, so why? Hanako did his job. They will lose their jobs as exorcists? Even if the school is sealed more supernaturals will appear in the city and now without the 7 mysteries they have lost a great ally to beat them... Or he needs Aoi-chan to fight this evil spirit who he thinks... is Hanako(?) We might think for sure the school can be attacked now the 7 mysteries are gone... (I also believe the death of his mother is relevant to his interests now...) We will see.

That was Teru's point of course. But that's not all.

This is when everything starts to falling apart. Because, before Hanako appeared in front of Yashiro, she was destined anyway to die young. Okay, right? But how? He wanted to protect her, so he messed up with all the school mysteries ("he was the traitor all the time" the one who weakened them) and they lost their powers to protect the school of... other things. (The night Aoi-chan was kidnapped by Nº6, the supernaturals were all over the place.) I mean, he doing all of this is the reason Nº6 came out of his hole to kidnap some random girl and ending all just fine and the 7 mysteries dissapeared for good... But is not that easy.

What have we been learning so far? Yes, Tsukasa, Natsuhiko and Nanamine started everything with Nº2. Tsukasa's wishes make everything dangerous. But it was Hanako the one who, with the idea of ending these dangerous scenarios, also weakened all the 7 mysteries in the future. He was even judged for it in chapter 61, night of the kidnapping. So: it was to get dangerous anyway? If he just had let the mysteries go wild like they were in the past of the story Yashiro might died even sooner because Nº6 was going to appear in any case? He was going to appear the night of the sacrifice and take Yashiro you like it or not? Yes, but... for this scenario to occur we need: chaos. Because without it, there is no need of protecting anything. (Yashiro's remaining life and Tsukasa's decisions are so related that it actually hurts...)

So my conclusion is... (Hanako needs to take a break.) I think at first Hanako thought that maybe keeping the school without strange incidents was the best way to keep Yashiro alive, Nº6 shouldn't show up to protect the school that night, and everything would be fine... YES, but this is when Tsukasa (the fake one/real evil spirit) comes out on stage. And Hanako/Amane undestands everything is bigger than he believed. Even if he fix a mystery with Yashiro, another will get out of control. There is no stop. He couldn't do anything. If he didn't protect the school, Yashiro dies. And if they keep destroying the yorishiros, the mysteries then lose their powers and can't protect the school either way, so Yashiro dies. (Yashiro dies in every possible line because of that chaos. Because Nanamine's wish and Tsukasa's existence.) There was no escape, he even tried to wish for a fake world (thanks Number 4) where Yashiro could live happily. But that didn't end really well... So the only final way to help Yashiro was... sacrificing another human (which is also... something like what happens when you make a wish in the red house... right).

What Hanako commits is not really different from what Tsukasa does, even if his reasons are compelling... And the same happened in the moment he presumably killed his brother. How much power has the Red house over Hanako? How much of him is himself and how much of his soul is changed cause the evil spirit of the red house? And in the end, Teru said the 7 mysteries threaten but they also protect. That implies Hanako is the one who weakened all of them (having the role of the leader too) and he seems like the bad guy or the traitor, when he just did all of it to protect Yashiro (and the other kids for sure!), so he is just doing what he thinks is correct. He didn't help other mysteries go berserker in the first place but at the same time he let Aoi dies for his own desires. "If she is not Yashiro, then is fine. She wanted to die..."

I also believe Teru and Hanako are destined to fight again, that Nº1 should choose in which side to support. That something bigger is coming, with the supernaturals, the Red house, the Minamotos. And they will have to leave their differences behind to defeat a real evil. (N°6 is an air head btw.)

It also interesting how Hanako didn't want to destroy Nº1 Yorishiro either because, as Teru said too: It could come in handy. Akane was even in the moment Nº6 took Aoi-chan. He also was there with Yashiro first. He is there to protect even if he will sacrifice his own lifespan. He is important for what's coming next, I don't think the other two mysteries of time chose him because those stupid reasons they said...

#jshk #jibaku shonen hanako kun #tbhk #tbhk manga #jshk manga #jshk spoilers #jshk theories #hanako kun #yashiro nene #nº6 #aoi akane #akane aoi #teru minamoto #toilet bound hanako kun #this is so long im so sorry #i need to sleep now #bye!!#love you lots

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cryptiql · 3 years

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untitled god song

pairing: bakugou/m!reader (trans reader in mind you can see it if you squint but can also be read as cis)

words: 2k

warnings: themes of religious trauma, homophobia, mentions of blood, the author projecting their mommy issues

a/n: this is purely self indulgent, don't mind me 😩✋ (written in first person)

i wish i had known him before the pain started. perhaps it is a fools dream to think that his presence would have solved anything, and it is likely that he might blown me sky high at the time, if given the chance, but i often ponder his place in my narrative. he is nothing less than a king—nay, a god—and what else am i to be except his humble servant, adoring him in the only way i've been taught?

i would bruise my knees as i kneel for him, and should he turn me away, i shall be lost and without purpose. but he does not, and instead, he snorts out a laugh and pulls me to my feet, roughly squeezing my cheeks together with a shit-eating grin. he'll tell me a joke i've heard a thousand times, and yet i laugh with him anyways, the pads of my fingers idly tapping the pulse on his wrists.

"dumbass, at least take me out to dinner first."

i never thought i'd ache to hear such a demeaning nickname, but it's like birdsong to my ears, and i long for the myriad of butterflies it provokes.

i would heed his every word like a faithful disciple, and—if i knew he would not use this power for the wrong reasons—carry it out without question. he'll roll his eyes at the notion, far too prideful at the idea of being praised, and card hands through my hair, gripping softly. "right. and if i told you to go to bed before five in the morning, would you listen?"

my smiles are genuine, as they all are with him.

"no." i wish my mother had been more open-minded; more loving to those she claimed were goners. maybe then, i could still call her my mother, and not a snarled version of her first name steeped in vinegar. maybe she could have met him, and maybe she would have keeled over in the process, but that is how we put it "killing two birds with one stone".

he was a fallen angel if ever i saw one—emblazoned in smog and ravenous inferno, the pieces of child-like innocence turning to ash. something happened to him when he was a kid, just as all gifted children, and oh, what a fool i was to let my gaze dawdle on his gorgeous form. but i will never regret it—no, not ever—for there is no such feeling that can compare to his eyes on mine, burning with a mind-fogging intensity.

it was instantaneous, the moment my thoughts turned on me with malicious intent, her voice ringing out like a gunshot.

you'll never be him.

his hand slots with mine perfectly; deliciously warm and comforting in a way i haven't felt in years; and hauls me up, the flecks of dirt and rubble from the road clinging to my jeans.

"watch it, pretty boy. i won't always be here to save you, y'know."

my heart batters against my ribs like a caged bird, screeching and wailing to be set free, and i wonder in a haze if i've died. judgement day must have come early, i think, not realizing that it was spoken aloud until the blonde quirks a brow inquisitively. he does not speak on the matter, but continues on his merry way, leaving my helpless; hopelessly enamored; and praying that we will meet again.

no, i could never be him. but i am like him. he has a sureness in his walk and fervor in the way he talks that is only recognizable when i look in the mirror. and we do meet again. it is a shame, however, that i must burden him with the weight of my past. i remember too often the troubles of my youth, even when all has passed into fleeting memories that haunt me as ghosts do to an abandoned house. yet, i still live in this house, and the ghosts are here to keep me company.

i remember the church, first and foremost; nestled between the barren country road and the outback; a beacon of hope to all those who stood in its doors. the luster of freshly polished wood still sits in my mind, accompanied by the echoing remnants of dulcet tones and multicolored bands of light, glaring from the stained glass windows and dancing across the musty carpet floor. the doddering pews were just as uncomfortable as the poorly padded chairs squatting in the front row, but every sunday, they were filled to the brim with hungry worshippers. they sang praise as though they were starved, but i was too young to understand for what. i am older now, and i still don't understand. all i know is that despite its reputation, the church was a cursed place, and i should never set foot in it again lest i go mad. i remember the creaking stairs which lead downstairs, and the winding halls that reeked of torment where shadows loomed. the paint was corroding and foul, and my conscious always loitered too long on the merlot stain on the ceiling; its origin unknown, but nevertheless urging my stomach to twist with nausea.

i remember the feeling of tall grass grazing my ankles; itching horribly from the old moth-eaten socks i was forced to wear. it had become second nature—running and hiding from my problems, from the church, from her. i shall never know a greater animosity than the likes that my mother encouraged, although unintentionally, with her pressuring views and sickeningly sweet smile. it's fake, and i would know, because ours are the same.

we are too similar, and i am sickened by the fact. will i become the wretched woman she is? will i fail to be the father i've dreamt of being? it is an easy thing to fall prey to haunting questions, and it serves as brain rot for every moment of silence that leaves me clawing at my skin, trying to reap the memory of her touch. then i began to think—about nothing and everything—and it does not stop. i will be kind; unforgivingly so, and without biased judgement; like my mother never was, and i'll make her hate me for it. i will grow in leaps and bounds, not for her sake or for god's, but for mine, as it always should have been. i will drink and curse with reckless abandon and kiss who i damn well please, because in no life does she have have the power to make me something i'm not. why should i feel sorry when the tears she wept were forged by my own blood; by the childhood memories locked away to rot in my subconscious? yes, she has suffered too, but it is through clenched teeth and raw-bitten lips that i must confess this, for her suffering was born in me and grew from a seedling into a thorned flower, nourished by her hatred and mine. she'll tell me the lie of all mothers before her: that she knows best, and i'll never know joy that is not from my savior's gracious hands.

one day, when she lies not with words but in silence, under worm-filled earth and withering pastures, i'll tell her that she was right. i'll tell her, with his hand in mine, that my savior arrived with hellfire in his eyes and fury unrelenting. his tongue holds venom that would make the devil blush, but he tastes of a sinful sweetness that i've drowned in more times than i care to count.

mother you should know, my god is like no other. he has a broad chest and muscles, i attest, that are sculpted like fine marble and smooth to the test.

my god is a man who loves other men, unashamedly; in all that is true; and kisses me like real people do. and i know it sounds silly, and a bit cliché, and he'd surely make a mockery of me if ever he heard, but i love him. i love him as passionately as you she does lord above, and it is a crime in itself how much i crave him, so yes, i will burn for this—not because my mother said so or by the ancient script that foretells it, but because i promise it. i promise to let neither hell or high water deter me from that which gives me life, and i'll do so with a ring.

"you hear that mom?" i'll whisper in the dead of night, his body flushed against mine in the most delightful way; his fingers curled into my nightshirt, pulling me closer as listless mumbles fall from his parted lips. he is dead to the world amid his dream ridden stupor, but still leans into my touch when i smooth back the wild tufts of hair to kiss his forehead.

"i'm gonna marry him." part of me wishes she didn't live on the other side of the planet, just so i could rub it in her face, but i won't give her the satisfaction of seeing me again. i won't let her think she's won, because i know, and katsuki knows, that he and i are one in the same.

i do not know who i should thank for my stubbornness, be it my mother or my father, so i will thank the pain they both caused me, for it made me stronger than they ever could. no, i did not become a better person, because the scars have yet to heal from how deep they cut, and the smell of blood still lingers, and i am angrier than i once was, but i cherish my wounds. the stench of my agony has long since been subdued, and i have learned to swallow the sickness it evokes. and yes, this anger is unhealthy and i've chosen not to purge it from my mind like the weed it is, but how lucky am i to have found one whose malice rivals my own?

the tales of his glory have littered my notebooks in smudged ink. you would hate him, is scrawled messily on the last page, but i only feel giddy with excitement. you would hate him for his spite and his unapologetic behavior, and that is why he's perfect. he's everything you hate about this world, but everything i love.

so when she gets to heaven and asks the angels "why?", they'll tell her it was him who made the devil cry. him, who held me like she should have—could have, if she hadn't terrified me—and who chased the nightmarish visions of her from my weary mind with his callous palms and soft-spoken reassurances. i wish i had known him when we were young; when things were not so simple and i needed a hand to hold; but i suppose we'll have to settle for faded photographs and stories told through the bitter aroma of alcohol. that's more than enough, i muse to myself, legs hooked over his as i rest my head on his shoulder, keening softly at the gentle scrape of his nails on my scalp. his arms wind around my waist as he mutters something along the lines of "i love you", his lips curling into a smile, illuminated by the televisions glow.

so when they ask of my religion, i will think of only him. i will recall the way he looks at me, the sound of my name on his tongue, the feeling of his lips trailing between the valley of my breast; featherlight, cautious and unfitting for a man of his nature. i've written songs of praise, all dedicated to him, and if only he knew, oh how smug he would be. but i love him, i love him, i love him. and when he spins me around like a marionette, it is with overwhelming pride and joy that i tell him this, and with rose hued cheeks and bashful grumbles, he tells me the same. so mother, wherever you are, i hope you know i've found my god.

#💥.katsuki #bakugou x trans reader #bakugou x trans male reader #bakugou x male reader #katsuki bakugou x male reader #male reader insert #mha x male reader #boku no hero x reader #bakugou x you #trans reader

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bibi-ii · 3 years

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Chapter 3

Fanfic masterlist

After the ghost groom case, we went back to the heaven.

Ling wen took us to the telepathy hall where the other gods gathered.

"Greetings to the royal highnesses"

"Hello, we're here to report what has happened on our mission" xie lian said

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"So that's what happened, I can't believe General Pei didn't end things with her earlier."

"Um, excuse me, seniors, but could you provide me with some information?"

"Yes, of course, royal princess"

"Would you happen to know anything about silver butterflies?"

Gasps and whispers echoed through the hall

"Why would you ask that, royal princess?"

"Because i saw them at Yujun mountain and the juniors had a strong reaction to this news"

"They belong to one of the ghost kings,hua cheng.

"Who are the ghost kings?"

"The four Demon Lords of the ghost realm that have caused the Heavenly Officials the most and greatest disasters. They are currently He Xuan, known as Black Water Submerging Boats. Qi Rong, known as green ghost. Bai Wuxiang, known as white calamity and Hua Cheng, known as crimson rain sought flower."

"Hua cheng? What did he do?"

"He's beaten 33 Gods and burned their temples in a single night. Did he do anything to you? Were you hurt in any way?"

"He didn't do anything to me"

"Oh, well. You best not get involved, royal princess. He is very dangerous."

'is he really that bad?'

"Y/n? What are you thinking about?" Xie lian asked

"Nothing. What are you going to do now, xie ge?"

"Maybe go to the mortal realm and build myself a temple"

"Mind if i join?"

"Sure, let's go"

Timeskip

Xie lian and I just finished tidying up this old temple

"Y/n, I'm going to go gather some scraps so we can sell them for profit, I'll be back before supper." Xie lian said as he gathered some supplies and headed towards

"Alright, be careful"

A few hours later

"It has been a while, why is xie ge not back yet?"

At this time, i hear the xie lian's voice as he came back, getting off of the wagon.

"Thank you for letting me stay here, lian gege" I hear a unfamiliar voice said

I opened the door and see xie lian and a young man about our age.

"Xie ge, what took you so long? Oh, who's this?"

A/n: I'm pretty sure everyone who watched the donghua and read some of the novel, you already know that hua cheng is san lang. so the characters will address him as san lang but i will address him as hua cheng.

At this time, hua cheng's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

He finally found her.

After 800 years, hua cheng's heart fluttered again for the first time after so long.

"Hi, I'm y/n. What's your name?"

"U-um san lang"

Xie lian reached over and whispered

"You've just met my cousin and you've already fallen head over heels for her. Good luck, she has many suitors but has been all rejected"

San lang looked at xie lian with a surprised face and a blush from the previous teasing.

"Well, nice to meet you"

"Y/n, he'll be staying with us for a while, if you're fine with it" xie lian piped in

"Of course, come in, i finished supper. San lang, if you don't mind, you'll be sleeping with xie lian on that bed"

"It's completely fine, don't worry about me" he smiled

I slightly blushed at his kind-hearted smile

"Well, rest early" i say to xie lian and san lang

The next day

I woke up and freshened before going to the small kitchen to prepare breakfast when i heard xie lian walked in yawning.

"Good morning, where's san lang?

"He's outside sweeping. Speaking of him, don't you think he's strange?" Xie lian said

"If you think he's strange, then test him."

"I have, but nothing unusual has happened"

"Being strange doesn't mean dangerous, don't bother him"

"Oho, you just met him last night and you're already defying your cousin" xie lian faked cried and whined.

I ignored him and went outside to call san lang for breakfast

"San lang, come inside to eat breakfast"

San lang skipped over and smiled

"Thank you, mei mei"

A/n: mei mei means little sister in chinese. I changed the plot so hua cheng is older than y/n

I blushed and nodded

"You're welcome"

At this time, some of the villagers barged out carrying a unconscious old man.

I rushed over

"What happened?"

"I don't know! He came into the village asking for help before he collapsed."

"San lang, help me bring the man into the temple"

San lang and I brought the old man into the temple and laid him on the hay mat.

"Xie ge, do you have medicine to treat him?"

Xie lian handed me the medicine and i dabbed it on the injury.

But, something wasn't right.

Suddenly, the man woke up coughing.

"What happened? Are you alright?"

He then told us he was from crescent's pass and about all the terrible things that has happened.

San lang comes up to him and offers the man water.

But the man denied and said that he wasn't thirsty.

San lang, xie lian and i looked at each other and nodded.

The man runs towards the door but san lang's reflexes were fast and launched a chopstick at him, leaving a puddle of mud on the floor.

"He was a puppet. But why would he tell us this? What is crescent's pass and what happened? Xie lian said

"Let's ask ling wen"

"I tried to persuade her but she said to stay out of it as it is dangerous"

At this time, there was knocks at the door.

Xie lian opened the door and turns out, nan feng and fu yao were standing there.

"Greetings to your highnesses, nan yang and xuan zhen sent us to protect you if you might travel to places with danger."

"Who are they?" San lang asked

The juniors looked inside upon hearing the unfamiliar voice.

"Who are you and why are you living with the highnesses?" The juniors asked and tried to restrain him when i stepped in front of san lang.

"He is a friend of mine, do not worry. We'll leave now to go to crescent's pass. Does anyone have a teleportation spell?"

"I do, royal princess”

"Then let's go"

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