#I bet one of these bitches fell down and had to remove the rest lmao

[redlenai]

My already blind ass trying to get some references of the Bunker but those damn bitches always put that damn dark filter on the show

Srsly I want to draw the damn table in the kitchen and it was a bit hard for me, but guess what, I didn’t notice they changed the seats

Like, here the seats were attached to the table (Had to increase values in this one because it was also dark as heck)

And here, they usin stools

[obeiii-mee]

Hi there! Im back, tysm for doing my HC ;;/ it was super cute, i really liked Mammons and Satans!! If you dont mind if i ask for another? Hdjsks Recently, i slipped while walking home with some pals and scrapped my knee. It wasnt too bad, but it sure looked bad lmao If you can could you do HCs for the boys reacting to MC slipping and scrapping there knee while walking w them? Im sure Mammon would have a heart attack hfjd Tysm!! Keep up the good work♡

Thank you so much! I hope your knee gets better and that it wasn’t too painful! The brothers would all be panicking in their own way but I agree, Mammon would faint or something lmao.

Hope this was OK.

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The Brothers with an MC who fell and scraped their knee:

Lucifer:

-It was a miracle you managed to convince him to come out on a walk with you at all

-The man doesn’t know when to take a break from his work

-He’s more likely to accept if it’s you asking tho, he has an obvious soft spot for you

-The others call him a suck up behind his back because of it

-You were so happy that you managed to pry Lucifer away from his desk, you were basically skipping alongside him

-Long story short, you tripped over your own two feet and fell

-Luckily, your knees and palms were the only things that got a bit scruffy

-Well, actually your right knee looked as if someone tried removing your entire knee cap with a scalpel, skin and all but adrenaline was kicking in and you couldn’t feel much

-You’ve never seen Lucifer freeze the way he did then

-His mind just drew a blank

-You were about to shrug it off and call it a day, get up and continue your walk but daddy Lucifer can’t have that

-He has six younger brothers (and a younger sister at some point) he is pretty experienced when it comes to treating injuries

-You aren’t walking for the rest of the day, let me make this clear

-He will carry you back to the House of Lamentation no matter how much you protest

-In case it wasn’t obvious already, Lucifer gives off massive dad vibes and now he’s bandaging your leg while you’re laying down on his bed

-While the rest of the brothers watch the two of you from behind the door frame because they are all equally worried

-Get ready for the three hour lecture coming your way

-He’s pissed and amused at the same time tbh

-Silly human, falling over like that and hurting themselves

-Lord Diavolo forbid you try to get out of that bed, he will drag you back and make sure you stay there until your knee is better (kinky)

Mammon:

-He was on his merry way to the casino to blow off all of Lucifer’s money and you tagged along solely for the purpose of making sure he didn’t spend all of Lucifer’s money

-You’d both be done for if he did

-But I guess fate really had it out for you on that day since your foot slipped on....something and you tripped

-Both of your knees looked bloody and damaged as hell but you were more irritated than anything

-Mammon on the other hand did a fucking double take and almost passed out

-He screeched his lungs out

-One look at your injured knees and he was ready to drag you all the way to the human realm on foot to find you a doctor

-“MC ARE YOU OK WHY THE FUCK IS THERE SO MUCH BLOO-HOLY SHIT STAY STILL DON’T MOVE! THE GREAT MAMMON WILL FIX THIS...SOMEHOW.”

-It was very dramatic, he cried

-You stood up to prove that you were alright because you thought he was going to have a seizure soon enough

-OK, that helped him calm down a little

-At least now he knew your legs weren’t about to get torn off and you weren’t on the verge of death

-Fuck the casino, you were going home

-Like Lucifer, don’t expect you will walk home by yourself

-He will carry you, a bit embarrassed by his initial freak out but still eyeing your wound, concerned

-As soon as you get home and the other brothers help you out because he’s shit at bandaging, he just sits in his own pool of misery and guilt

-Your poor knees wouldn’t be so jacked up if you hadn’t come along with him today

-He was so determined to make it up to you, he stayed by your bedside like a loyal puppy with a wagging tail (flashback to the animal event)

-Overall, he almost went into cardiac arrest and was too panicked to realise you were fine

-You thought he was smothering and overprotective before? Good luck for the rest of the week

Levi:

-“See, this is why I don’t like going out. There’s always some normie laying on the groun- OH MY LORD DIAVOLO, MC IS THAT YOU?? ARE YOU OK?”

-HIS HENRY ALMOST DIED ON THE NEWLY POLISHED FLOOR OF AN ANIME CONVENTION, HE HAS VERY MIXED EMOTIONS

-You fell knees first and hurt them quiet badly but you could stand, even if the pain made you twitch a little

-This confused Levi because you looked fine even though your knees certainly didn’t

-You told him you felt alright and it wasn’t that big of a deal and he absolutely rolled with it

-But you guys still went home after that

-He said it was because you bled all over your cosplay but that’s just him being a tsundere

-Levi is usually very shy when it comes to physical contact but he firmly insisted that he help you walk home

-I mean, he knows you said you were feeling OK and maybe humans just have a lot of tolerance for injuries like that

-But he still felt it was necessary that he took you home and checked out your injuries

-He kept the mood light while disinfecting you’re wound with some help from Satan by talking about how the convention went

-High low-key relieved seeing you walk around like normal two minutes after that

-He started bitching to you about how you made him miss his the event but he didn’t mean any of it

-“Stupid normie, making me miss my favourite Ruri-chan event. You’re lucky I love you and think you’re cute....did I just say that out loud??”

Satan:

-Oh dear, why would you go out for a walk in the middle of a rainstorm? What were you thinking?

-Actually, it was Satan’s idea

-He may be a demon and the prince of Wrath no less, but he is such a sappy, cheesy bastard at times

-He definitely thinks that walking and kissing in the rain is very romantic (bet he read something like that in an erotica)

-You know what’s not romantic blondie? Slipping on a very small puddle and potentially fracturing your leg

-It was just a scraped knee but you were frustrated enough to be extra

-He’s helping you up before you even have the chance to realise you fell in the first place

-Your knee was looking pretty bad so you guys went home just to avoid any further casualties

-He’s actually chuckling all the way back while you playfully glare at him because how dare he laugh at your misery?

-Date night was ruined but at least he got to take care of you

-He knew your knee must have hurt and he felt bad but he couldn’t help but giggle a bit to himself because your fall was so comical

-Ah but he does enjoy fussing over you for the rest of the night a bit too much

Asmo:

-You thought Mammon was melodramatic?

-Take a look at this fucking guy

-He actually screeches even louder than his brother and probably falls to his knees too (but not really because those pants were expensive)

-His screams definitely got the attention of at least 10 random passerbyers

-He’s actually on the verge of crying

-I mean, can you blame him?? Look at your beautiful knees!! They were ruined

-He felt so bad for you, he actually babied the hell out of you that day

-“Asmo, it’s fine. It’s just a scrap.”

-“A SCRAP, MC IT LOOKS LIKE YOUR KNEE IS ABOUT TO FALL OFF YOUR POOR SKIN-“

-It was just a scrap but Asmo’s secret talent is being extra as fuck

-He totally spilled all the tea to the rest of the brothers when he got home

-And then he ushered you into his room

-Funnily enough, he’s pretty good with injuries. Not as much as Satan and Lucifer but still

-He pampered you for the next few hours but that image of your skin being all grazed like that will forever haunt him

-How can you not be so bothered by it?? He’d die if he was in your place

-I love Asmo just because of how dramatic he is

Beel:

-Your shoelaces were undone and of course that meant a fun little trip to the floor of Hell’s Kitchen

-Beel didn’t notice you fell at first, he was concentrating on his food and assumed you were next to him

-But then he realised that you weren’t and for a moment he thought you disappeared or something

-Before he turned to find you laying on the floor, curled up because life was pain and you were suffering

-“Are you OK? Or are you just tired? Belphie does that a lot when he’s tired.” Or depressed one might say

-But for real, he’s good at identifying serious wounds and less serious wounds since he’s an athlete

-He can tell your knees were bleeding way more than they should have from just a simple scrap

-He slinged you over his shoulder and carried you, calmly, back home, with a burger still in his hand

-He’s actually really collective and talked to you while cleaning up your injury to take your mind off the pain

-He knows humans are a little more fragile than demons so even though he knows it’s not a big deal, he can’t help but worry

-It’s kinda hard falling around him tho because chances are, he will actually catch you even if he happens to hold something

-He’s sad if you’re sad so please don’t cry he will bandage your scraped knee do you want the last bit of his burger to make you feel better?

-Comfort hugs afterwards!

-Which is awesome because Beel gives out best hugs :)

Belphie:

-Ah yes, another beautiful day at RAD

-Walking alongside with your grumpy and sleepy boyfriend when a random demon bumps into you

-Wel not bumps, more like shoves you so hard you fall down and tear the fabric of your pants

-While the dude shrugs it off and speeds away

-You were a bit pissed off because rude

-But Belphie was fucking fuming

-He felt so offended on your part

-I mean, the nerve of him

-He was tired as shit but he wanted to chase after him and throw hands, possibly fill his pillow with rocks and hit him over the head with it

-He forced himself to focus on you first before hunting the moron down

-He was a bit concerned when he didn’t see you come back up after you fell

-Turns out, you scraped your knee pretty horribly and now you were bleeding all over the floor

-He’s even more quiet than usual as he helps you up and half carries you to your next class

-He starts taking care of your knee in the middle of DevilDom history he doesn’t give a flying fuck

-He’s still furious by the time he gets home and most of his brothers know to leave him be when he makes that scary ass face

-No talk to him

-He angy

-“Does your knee still hurt?”

-“A bit but it’s not-“

-“Come nap with me.”

-“Why?”

-“Naps shall cure your pain.”

-“...”

-“Nah but for real come take a nap with me.”

-Next day at school, the dude from yesterday walks by him and Belphie smashes his head against the wall

-Before walking away as if nothing happened

-I stan protective Belphie

These HCs are really bad but I love them anyway

Al~

[peachywise]

just a moment in the night

an umbrella academy fanfiction // ben hargreeves x reader 

-- one shot

-- synopsis: ben and you have been friends for years. okay, maybe a little more than friends, but given his situation at the hargreeves house of horrors, nothing between you two could really happen. but maybe this night could change that. (au)

-- notes: hello! okay this is just a little one shot based on a request i got. ‘A Ben imagine where you’re teens and he’s still alive and you sneak out together and it’s cute maybe a lil steamy but mostly fluff and you guys get caught by one of the siblings’ hope you like it! also i only did one quick little edit but i’ll go through it again tomorrow so apologies in advance for any mistakes, lmao. as always, readers is they/them pronouns. 

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“What are you doing Number Six.”

At the suddenness of your voice, Ben jolted and nearly fell off his bed, but instead just dropped the heavy flashlight he had been using to read the comic he'd been so engrossed with. He winced at just how loud it had landed.

“How the hell did you make your voice sound so deep?” He whispered, “I thought you were my dad.”

Smiling coyly, you walked over to his small twin bed. “You have your spindly little talent, I have mine.” Flopping down beside him, you laid your legs over his which were under his luxury duvet. It was no consolation to this shitty childhood he had been given, but still. Gotta look at some of the positives in life at least. This thing was soft as hell.

Ben shifted over a bit to make more room for your head on the pillow. “I would argue you have a lot more talents than just that,” he tilted his head towards yours, offering you a sly smile of his own.

You grabbed the comic out of his hand and whacked him on the nose. “Don’t flirt with me after I caught you reading with a flashlight like your seven years old,” you laughed a little too loudly, turning towards him so your face was only three inches apart. Ben stifled your laugh by covering your mouth with his hand, his face downturned in a less than sincere admonishing portrait. “Do you want to wake everyone up?”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand and pushing it away. “I’m not the one who just dropped a flashlight on your floor, now am I?” Yeah, seemed like he forgot about that one. Before you could laugh even more at the widening of his eyes, another voice coming from behind the door and the softest knock had you shutting up fast. He covered your mouth again. What a shot to your trust.

“Ben dear, are you alright? Do you need anything?”

Grace. Even though she was all machine, she was all comfort and nurturing love too. At least from what he’d told you about her. But you knew he needed it. Just like how right now, you knew he needed to maybe not get caught with you in his bed.

“No, I’m fine mom, just trying to sleep!” He tossed back in a quiet whisper. You licked his palm and smirked as he squirmed at it, removing his hand at last.

Grace paused in silence, a tense moment of sudden quietness pulsating around the suddenly tense room. You were wondering if she had actually heard your voice and was planning on intervening, or worse, getting Reginald. But then your worries slightly eased, as she replied in that same loving tone of hers, “alright. Have lovely dreams, sweetheart.” You waited until you couldn’t hear the click of her heels going down the hall anymore before talking again.

“Wanna get out of here?” You whispered to Ben. He was already scrambling out of his sheets and grabbing your hand, tugging you up with him. You took note of his fully dressed figure—familiar dark hoodie, slightly scuffed jeans. You couldn’t help but tease him, asking, “oh, so you were expecting me? That’s a little presumptuous,” as he slipped on a denim jacket and tugged on matte black boots.

Ben smirked. “Who said I was expecting you?”

You would feign hurt, but you both knew he was lying. This little scenario of you breaking into his room, or sometimes him breaking out and meeting you at your own house, had been routine for three years straight. Back when it started you were just young teens who met by chance on a runaway night, innocent and desperate for acceptance from any source that would latch on. You gave that to one another, a friendship and a shoulder and anything else you might have needed at whatever moment. But at this point, he extended far past the term 'best friend'. And while yes, maybe you two did flirt a little too much and you wondered what it would be like if you could actually live a normal life, not having to sneak around in fear his dad would find you and metaphorically—or maybe literally— rip you to shreds, deeper feelings had never been fully explored or talked about. But they were there. It just wasn’t plausible.

At least not yet.

“Oh? Guess I’ll leave you to it then,” you quipped with a little smile. turning on your heel back towards his open window. He was fast in beating you there, crawling out first before you could even get a foot out.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled, his expression still very much amused.

Following after you heard his thud on the ground, you grabbed on to the sturdy ivy and vine snaking up the looming stone house. Thankfully his bedroom was on the second floor, so you only had to shimmy down a bit before you could safely land on the cement side of his house. You only minorly tripped this time, as opposed to the other multiple times you just completely fell over. Ben was there to grab your arm and steady you, offering a sarcastic, “graceful.”

Shrugging your jacket more snug against your body to fight the slight wind chill, you stuck out your tongue at him. “Whatever. I seem to remember you breaking your arm when you fell off the top of those monkey bars. I thought you were supposed to be some super badass hero. It took twenty minutes to stop your crying.”

“And if I remember correctly, you dared me to do it. Wasn’t my fault I was trying to impress you.”

Cutting through the back alleys of the row of houses, you veered right and back on the familiar neighbourhood path. The occasional bumps of your shoulders and accidental brushing of the backs of your hands as you ambled was a familiar comforting sentiment. “Didn’t work,” you joked, eliciting a snort out of him. “Honestly, I thought you hated me after that.”

“You did? Why?” Genuine shock crossed his face, his eyebrows scrunched together. You turned slightly away, opting to stare at your dirty white sneakers instead.

“Because I didn’t see you for a couple months after that. I mean, I know now that your dad was just keeping you on a tight leash and didn’t want you in the public eye until it had healed. But we'd just met each other and I didn’t realize the full extent of your situation at home. I just thought you decided to write me off, or something.”

His features relaxed a touch as soon as the familiar park you two always found yourself at came into view. But you could still see the certain sadness that clung to him like transparent irreparable skin. He had discussed a bit with you over the years about his family, the truth behind the tails the media liked to circulate and the central figure of hope and justice Reginald had painted himself as. In reality, he was a central figure of despair and truthfully, some extremely damaging abuse. You only knew the extent in what the man had force Ben to do, forced Ben to become, but you could only imagine what it had been like for his other siblings as well. It was in these last three years you had known him when the academy started to crumble to bits.

You just hoped Ben wouldn’t crumble along with it.

“You were wrong. If anything, I decided that I would do anything to see you again,” he replied, his smile turning gentle and his eyes softening to that familiar kindness and sincerity you got so lost in. You tried to keep your breath steady at his comment, not wanting to elicit a reaction that would show you were in any way affected by his words or reveal just how badly you wanted to repeat the sentiment back. But then he made it easier when he added, “if only to tell you straight to your face that I hated you and did, in fact, blame you for breaking my arm.”

Heat flooded to your cheeks and a sudden laugh burst from your mouth, suddenly released from whatever tension you had previously felt. Slapping his arm playfully, you chastised him by saying, “very funny. You know, maybe your super power is actually comedy. It certainly isn’t lying.”  He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and tugged you close, hugging you tight as you continued walking along.

“Bet I can beat you to the tree.”

“What—“ you started to question but got cut off when his arm abruptly released you and he slightly pushed you back. You had to watch on pitifully as his figure became less visible in the cloaked shadows of night as he ran. What a bitch.

“Not fair!” You shouted at him, quickly chasing after him, hopping over the low chain surrounding the perimeter of the park, maneuvering and weaving your way through the various trees and flowers and bushes littered around. Ben hollered out loud, a noise of pure freedom and cheerfulness. You rolled your eyes, before skidding to the stop and the low tangle knotted tree-- the tree you two spent so much time at-- stopping just before his casual figure. He just leaned against the trunk, while you huffed and sucked in the cool air to catch your breath. He barely gave you time to do that, quickly moving towards you and grabbing you by the waist, lifting you up on the first low branch.

You lowered your hand down so he could hold on and haul himself up, though he probably didn’t really need your help. He offered a polite, “thanks,” anyway.

Nestling yourself where the thick branch met the trunk of the tree, you let your feet dangle off as Ben scooted closer, leaning his weight against your side. You took it as an invitation to rest your head on his shoulder. He didn’t complain.

You stayed like that for a while, in that natural contented silence. Both your breath and his totally in synch with each other. When you weren’t looking up at the rustling leaves, or the half crescent sky, you were watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest match your own.

“Thank you.”

Propping your chin on his shoulder so you could look up at him, you were only able to make out his distinctive features in the dark light since you knew them so well. But he looked thoughtful. A little apprehensive, maybe. But no less comfortable around you as he often was.

“For what?” You murmured, sitting up a bit better and raising your head.

Ben took a deep breath, dark eyes overlooking the empty quiet park. “For always being here. When I met you, things were really hard, and they’ve only gotten harder. But you made it better. Made me feel like a person and not just someone’s property and tool.” Quirking his head to the side slightly, his eyes met yours. “I’m not sure how much longer I could have lasted,” he admitted in a strained whisper.

All you could think to do through the pain of the grip that suddenly seized your heart was to reach over and squeeze his hand, speaking through the burning emotion forming in your throat. “Ben, you persisted through that childhood with your heart still intact—that’s an incredible thing, something you did all on your own. I have never known a kinder, and more stubborn soul, but I met you that way. This life, it isn’t forever. Situations are temporary, people are temporary. But you can choose your family. I chose you.” Releasing his hand to look at the watch on your clock—noting the time at 12:02 A.M.— you reached over and rested both of your palms on his cheeks, turning him to face you more directly. “You survived.”

“Happy eighteenth birthday, Ben.”

Ben swiftly pulled you into a tight embrace, and it took you a second to catch your balance on the branch of the tree before wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, breathing him in deep. This was a day he’d been waiting for most of his life. One you knew his siblings had too. He could leave, legally and fully, from that house. He'd told you before how he never wanted to run off and cut himself off from his siblings completely. Those guys were his chosen family, and you understood that much. But this allowed him the freedom he craved. It was certainly something to celebrate.

Moving out of his arms, you couldn’t help the large grin that overcame your face, outmatched only by his own, despite the almost teary look in his eyes. Bending your heads together until your foreheads touched, both of your laughs rang loudly through the empty night.

His sigh of, “I’m free,” sent a sudden chill up your arms just at the sound of his jovial, intimate tone.

But you sure heated back up fast when unexpectedly his lips met your own.

Returning his slow, soft kiss with gentle encouragement, he broke away from you before it turned into anything else. You expected to meet a face just as shocked as your own, surely it had to have been a spur of the moment thing, but no. Quite frankly, Ben looked pretty fucking content with himself.

The bastard had been holding out.

“Is this how you treat people you hate? I should break your arm more often,” you smirked. Ben rolled his eyes as he reached forward, entangling his hand in your hair as he tugged you forward again, nipping slightly at your jaw as he murmured, “this is how I treat people I love, stupid,” before crashing his lips against yours a little more intensely than last time.

Well, then. You didn’t want to argue against that.

Reacting with just as much enthusiasm and fervor, you sighed against him as one hand rested on his chest, the other wrapped around his neck as if to get him closer despite the limiting scene of the tree. Ben’s lips moved across your own, before trailing to the sensitive spot behind your ear and down your neck, letting you catch your breath only for a second before he met your lips again. His hands moving down slowly to grip your hips, trailing under your shirt slightly, skimming so gently across your skin that you would have thought it was the wind if not for the burning heat that spiked at his contact.

You felt like you were falling. Truly, so suddenly falling, that your thoughts couldn’t grasp anything coherent enough other than Ben.

And then you hit the ground, and a sharp, almost unbearable pain shot up your arm.

“Klaus?” Ben suddenly exclaimed, as you groaned and curled up into your side. Please don’t be a god damn nightmare. If he thought you were his brother, then you were going to be mortified—

“Well, hello little dove. That didn’t look fun.”

Oh. No, Klaus was actually here. Alright.

As a figure bent down beside you, you could easily make out who it was simply from the furry jacket and curly silhouette of his hair. He glanced down at your arm inquisitively, before looking back up at the tree where a rather embarrassed Ben gazed down like this was some sort of horror show. He quickly caught himself mid gawk and hopped down from the tree, rushing over and bending down beside you, propping you up slightly as you cradled your arm.

“If that’s how you treat people you love Ben, then I beg of you, please tell me you don’t love me. This wasn’t at all what I expected to find on my lovely midnight stroll.” Klaus winced melodramatically.

Ben’s eyes snapped up to him, asking, “how long were you watching?” Suddenly even more embarrassed than he was before. Serves him right for dropping you.

You waved your good hand between the two to get them to shut up, before biting between your gritted teeth through the throbbing pain, “this is a lovely little get together, but could you guys possibly continue this chat on the way to the hospital?” Sarcasm was extremely evident in your tone. “I think you broke my arm.”

Now that got Ben’s attention.

“Oops.”

Yeah, Ben. Fucking oops.

[mongniel]

rictusempra

member: kang daniel genre: fluff, harry potter!au summary: daniel is rough when it comes to a game of quidditch. but you weren’t a very forgiving person when he sent you off your broom and pummeled to the ground. a/n: this was supposed to be up yesterday but my dumbass thought i typed it out and queued it already (i didn’t...). FOR DANIEL WEEK, @deepdickdaniel have a happy happy birthday bitch. i didn’t proofread because i was in a rush to finish another one im gonna post today LMAO.

hogwarts was the school to be at. if anyone else thought otherwise, your wand would be pointed up their throat, asking them to repeat what they said.

no one ever questions why you got sorted into slytherin. you were competitive, ambitious, and continuously determined to be the best.

it was no wonder why you were a prefect and on the quidditch team, specifically a chaser.

a really good one at that, but it wasn’t because you were talented or anything. you worked your ass off to be as good as normal players and wanted to excel even further.

everyone was surprised the slytherin that couldn’t even fly their broom their first year was now one of slytherin’s best chasers.

anyway, you had a game. slytherin vs. gryffindor

you honestly hated playing against gryffindor because their seeker, ong seongwu, is constantly not taking the game seriously.

he thinks the game is his comedic stage but he doesn’t realize how much of an annoyance he was.

well, the gryffindor team doesn’t have a hot liking for you either.

you’re the pureblood snake with the stick up your ass. according to them....

plus you’re pretty much the only player they have a real difficult time knocking down because they can’t call you out for playing dirty since you don’t.

(side note: slytherins aren’t always evil and mean!)

anyway, in the middle of the game, you caught the quaffle from another teammate, and in the midst of tossing it back to another member, a bludger hits your left shoulder, causing you to lose balance and fall off your broom.

you fell flat on your back and felt the immense pain that came from your effected shoulder.

your immediate reaction wasn’t even to take care of yourself. it was to find the asshole that hit a bludger towards your shoulder. 

and there he was staring right at you from above. 

you knew exactly who he was. kang daniel, that idiot ong seongwu’s best friend. your automatic assumption was he’s probably the same level of idiot as ong was. 

but fuck, you couldn’t think any further than that because your shoulder was killing you. 

next thing you knew, you were getting treated and was being told that you couldn’t play quidditch until the end of the week. for you, that was already too long away from a broom.

you were heated. daniel probably did it on purpose, you thought. him and seongwu probably plotted this out so you’d step down from practices and games.

they thought they could do that to you? no.

to your advantage, daniel was in the same class as you, your favorite class, defense against the dark arts (dada)

you had a fucked up arm but you’re lucky it wasn’t your wand holding arm.

when the professor asked for volunteers for a duel, you instantly had your hand up. 

“okay, choose your opponent.”

“gryffindor, kang daniel.”

at first, he was stunned. he was goofing off with another student when you were calling him out for a duel. then your professor called him up for the duel.

daniel looked at you then back at your arm. his face said he was sorry, but you couldn’t believe that. he was going to use pity against you.

“let’s start,” your professor said.

“stupefy!” you exclaimed and pointed your wand at him. (spell to stun your opponent)

he was quick and you missed the shot.

“wait, y/n, i’m s––”

“depulso!” (spell to move the target away)

daniel flew across the room before he could finish his sentence.

“take it easy, y/n!” your teacher commanded.

you ignored him as your grip tightened on your wand. 

“expecto pe––”

daniel raised his wand up and pointed at you before you could finish his spell.

“rictusempra.” (spell to tickle your opponent)

you were laughing.... uncontrollably. your dropped your wand and fell on your knees as you couldn’t stop laughing. 

“please, sto–haha!!!” 

your professor used the spell to undo your laughter as he applaud daniel for his quick thinking.

“y/n is a strong competitor. i’m very impressed, daniel,” he said.

that just made you more angry. you even heard daniel thanking the professor.

you grabbed your wand and walked out of class. you didn’t want to hear this anymore, nor did you want to see daniel. he broke your arm and got complimented. what’s next? your prefect spot going to him?

kang daniel. the name made you boiled. 

you did your best to avoid him. the mere thought of him bothered you. 

but little did you know, he’s been trying to find you. literally, he’s been really bothered and feeling extremely guilty for sending that bludger your way to the point where you broke your arm.

when your arm healed, you slightly let your guard down and... well... it lead to an interaction... with him... kang daniel.

“hey!!”

you turned to see daniel waving and jogging over to you with a goofy smile on his face.

your instinct was to get out of there whether it was via your legs or broom. you just didn’t want to talk to him.

he was fast though for a muggle and he had his hand on your shoulder (the one that was injured not to long ago by the way) when he caught up to you.

you bet your eyes were doing its best to burn his hands until they were off. daniel caught the hint and laughed sheepishly as he removed his hand.

“what do you want?” you asked him.

“i just want to say sorry for breaking your shoulder. my aim was totally off and you were going at full speed.. i... i felt so bad for hitting you. i’ve been finding the right chance to talk to you, but you seem like you were avoiding me.”

“well, i was. you broke my arm and humiliated me... twice. defense against the dark arts is my class and you made me a fool.”

“well, you would’ve probably killed me if i didn’t do anything. plus, i thought the rictusempra spell was a better method to you know... not stupefy you but stop you from throwing me like an unwanted doll.”

“it would’ve been less humiliating if you stupefied me,” you mumbled.

“next time, i’ll stupefy you then!”

you glared at him for even saying that.

“you’re really... stupid or something.”

“no, i’m just trying to make it up to you. what do you want me to do? i’ll do your homework––”

“as if your grades are better than mine.”

“i’ll give you some quidditch pointers! look, you’re good, but i know you didn’t start off that way. i can teach you some stuff you probably don’t even know about.”

the offer was tempting, actually.

“fine, but if i see ong seongwu within a two mile radius, i’m leaving.” you just needed a condition to make it seem like you weren’t completely into the whole idea with being around daniel.

“deal. no, ong seongwu.”

these one-on-one sessions were actually useful.

you actually took his pointers seriously. daniel was surprisingly good... he could’ve been a really excellent chaser if he wanted to with the way he can throw the ball.

“nice catch!” he shouted from the other side and soon flew over to you, “you’re doing really good. if not even better than before.”

“... thanks...” your eyes wavered before you toss the ball over to him, “let’s try that one more time.”

you weren’t used to his smiles. no matter how many times he does it to you.

at times, he would laugh too and you really didn’t know why. you were strictly cold towards him, but in return, he was... warm.

it was the next slytherin vs gryffindor game.

you were talking with your teammates and when you were on the field, your eyes found their way to daniel. 

he was talking to seongwu and they were laughing with each other. 

you felt uncomfortable. you wanted to take your eyes off of him, but you just didn’t. when he noticed, you tightened your grip on your broom and your eyes moved in panic.

but he was just smiling at you, waving like... always.

you did your best to ignore him, but during the game... he was alluring. so much so, you thought you were being charmed.

your head wasn’t in the game and you glance at daniel from time to time during the game that you almost got pulled out of the game.

“listen, screw your head back in or i’m taking you out of the game.”

“sorry. i’ll focus.”

and you did. you ignored daniel because he really was a distraction... smiling at you randomly during the game. how rude.

you took ignoring daniel to a new level though, so you didn’t even see him coming when you flew right into his lane.

the two of you bumped shoulders and the impact had you off your broom again.

“daniel!”

you had no idea why, but his name was the first to come out of your mouth. 

you expected to hit the floor again, praying that you wouldn’t break your arm again, but daniel swooped right down to you and caught you by your waist.

you can hear his heavy breathing as his head rested on your shoulder.

“i... caught... you this time.”

when he saved you, your heart was racing and it was not from the adrenaline from falling... and the butterflies just wouldn’t stop. 

you really didn’t want to admit it, but you liked a gryffindor.