#I did enjoy adding the glow tho

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Drawtober 2023 day 31: Fire

He somehow always knows the spot to show her the wonder of nature, broadening her horizon

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[amethystheartsx]

LADS MEN WITH DESI GIRL HCs.

Alright ladies its my first time making any post on my own on Tumblr, its 3 in the morning and I am on my leuteal phase so, yeah, the grammar in this sucks cuz if you haven't guessed it already, English isn't my first language, also this isn't proof read either. I just had my phone and messy ADHD brain filled with ideas. Anyways, THIS IS FOR MY DESI GIRLS AROUND THE WORLD. Seriously tho I made this because every time I read any headcanon it was hard to relate with most of the things, so I took matter into my own hand with encouragement from @syluskiwifeyyy so enjoy my Desi babies.(under the cut)

Xavier:

This boy is enthralled by you, its not just the golden tan of your skin that gets him, its those deep dark eye and luscious thick hair too.

Xavier is a foodie I can totally see him loving the Desi meal you both cook together (well you cook and he stands their holding your utensils for you, maybe pass the spices, will pout after handing the wrong one)

I see him as being a gol Gappay fan boy

Xavier will sit quietly and hear you talk about your people.

Also about the shenanigans of your relatives.

If you show him any nakhre, he will be confused at first but do his best to make you happy and fulfill your demands (and you will melt in an instant because...look at him!)

He strikes me as the guy to deeply appreciate the culture, and will actively try to learn more about it.

He will also be the kind that your parents will approve off, sweet kind caring, with government job and oh so innocent looking (but only we know the real deal hehe)

Xavier is also respecting of religion so if it comes down to it he will wait till marriage (tho I bet all boys will since they are respectful, and understanding and oh so very patient, So i won't be adding this point in the rest).

Xavier will partake in all your traditional festivities, and since your parents love him he will be there following you while holding your anchal (catch him glaring at the relatives who did you wrong lol).

Huge fan of saree's, will get you beautiful waist chains to wear over them with his initial on them (because of course he will).

Will give you nothing less then queen treatment because a that is what you deserve.

Will wakeup early just to see the the morning sun make your skin glow.

Xavier will sweep you of your feet so fast your own parents will push you towards the marriage, not to let a gem like him slip

Xavier loves when you put henna on your hand. He finds it so alluring.

I can see him holding your hand and lovingly trace the pretty patterns on it and then kiss the palm. And when he sees his name artistically hidden in the design, he.will.melt.

All blushy and giggly like the love sick fool he is.

"So does that mean we are now together forever my little star"

Rafayel.

Now this man will love the way you will dress, the vibrant colors and intricate designs of your clothing that sets you apart from the others.

He love LOVES that you wear your culture with pride.

Will buy you the fanciest of Bengals and most expensive jhumkas.

Will paint you in them, especially in the golden hours.

Sharara is his favorite because it makes you look like a princess in his eyes.

May or may not use your duppata to wear as his own (he wants to match with you come on)

Like Xavier will also hear you ramble about your relatives, but will not be quiet about it nu huh.

He WILL have a thing or two to say to them if they meet him ( but one glare from you and he is sat)

You parents do like him, yes, but most of the time they are like ???? While interacting with him.

Oh and if you show him nakhre, he will show YOU nakhre. (But you will win the contest ofcourseeee)

Rafayel not only respect culture he cherishes it. I see him integrating few things into his daily lives.

Also he will draw the most beautiful henna design on your hand, not just on occasions but anytime he feel like it, or you ask for it. (might do it on your whole body you never know)

He will share some of his lemurian culture with you too

And you both will end creating a mix of the two and make personal family tradition that will be followed with ages to come.

I feel like once you get to the point of marriage, Rafayel will make it such a beautiful and soulful day. He will be pulling all stops to make the dreamiest wedding come true, after all you are his beloved bride *sigh*

Zayne.

Congratulations you are your parent's second favorite now.

And you will be marrying him.

If zayne is not every Desi parents dream son-in-law idk what he is. (Tall, handsome and DOCTOR)

Now for zayne he loves you, so much. Everything about you is enticing to him. But damn it girl why are you getting dizzy every time you stand up.

Best believe he is going to take Care of your anemic ass.

Will ask for kheer whenever you feel like spoiling him and ask him what he wants you to cook for him.

Zayne is a shalwar qameez enthusiast I don't make the rules.

Its elegant, its classy, its comfy, hell he wears the men one whenever he can.

Especially with floral print and/or embroidery.

Will handle your nakhre like a pro, the fire is extinguished before it could even burn.

And he does it like its an honor for him, his sweet gentle smile and those loving eyes.

Yep zayne loves that he is the one...maintaining you (ykwim)

Brings you gajray almost everyday after work. He loves to see you wear them.

Zayne is the kind of guy will encourage you to embrace your feminity.(is thats what you want of course)

Loves your long hair, no matter the type but he seems like wavy hair kinda guy.

Will put flowers in your braids, jasmine specifically.

Zayne will also be the kind to listen and only speaking when you specially ask him too, he is a rock. The most reliable guy to have with you.

During family events he will socialize to show he is willing to be the part of, not just the family but the whole damn village (cuz you know we Desi have bi as fuck families.)

Zayne will come home to see you doing your thing weather it be work or reading or cleaning he just comes behind you and hug. "It was long day with out you meri Jan" (siiwskjsoshs).

Also also also after you are married he is the type to call you "begum" (I am throwing myself off a cliff aisisisiwow)

Sylus

Someone posted something along the lines that you will make this guy go back to his dragon roots the moment he sees you in a shiny lehnga and gold jewelry

Don't be surprised if you find yourself in a cave being hoarded away by him lol.

But no seriously he loves that you like gold or wear gold because now he has a reason to spoil you with the most expensive accessories money could buy

Now sylus is also a Saree guy but will also appreciate a lehnga too, specially when you do the twirl in them.

"Its for the culture darling" he says "the girls in Desi culture wear gold ear rings straight out of the womb" you have no idea who told him that, he just knows.

Loves it when you show him nakhre, cuz now he has a reason to spoil you rotten.

Your snobby relatives just don't exist any more lmao (jk jk...or am I?)

Sylus is also a foodie so whenever you make something for him he would be over the moon delighted, and will compliment with every bite.

This happens every single time no matter how long you two have been together.

Sylus will go above and beyond for traditional festivals. Will be doing the most honestly.

No you do not need that many pathakay, this isn't some kind turf war damn it sy.

Oh yeah your parents love him too he is so charming, suave and successful fruit seller. (They don't care where the money is coming from their daughter is now rich!)

Also out of all the guys I can only see him being a fan of cricket honestly so if you like that then you two will be having a blast watching it together.

Will stop you from throwing the TV when your team looses lol.

Sylus will always be there for not just you but your entire family, your Lil sibling got in trouble with the wrong crowd, Luke and Kieran are there to kick their ass.

Everyone's favorite damad jee.

And boy oh boy when you get to the wedding stage, yeah, this man is putting ambani to shame, mhm mhm.

Sylus will indulge in everything you ever wanted to do, will do everything your parents never let you do. He will heal that inner child of tours without even knowing.

Caleb

Cooking dates, cooking dates COOKING DATES AAAAARGH.

doesn't matter if you hate cooking, you will be sitting their like the pretty girl you are as he works around the kitchen cooking up the most banging chicken Tika biryani and all you have to do is keep your pretty brown eyes on him.

Caleb is a pilot of course your parents Love him duh.

Caleb is very possessive man so yes you will be accompanied by him where ever you are going. He just might the your duppata with his watch on purpose.

Caleb is more on the side of indo-western. He Loves you in Kurti and jeans and outfits like that but damn it you look good in everything how is he suppose to choose.

"Now we are stuck together for good pips"

Teases you about your nakhre, but will be bending over backwards to keep you happy.

Oh and you are only allowed to show him those nakhre, do it in front of any other male specie and he will be huffing and puffing and all up and over you.

"Pips let me do it for you, tell me what is it that you want?"

You two are getting Desi street food all the time even if he complains his cooking is better he will do it for you.

Caleb will occasionally snitch on you to your parents behind your back tho, but not to get you in trouble but to make sure his parents will trust him more to take care of you (hey in this house we like our men a little crazy)

What can I say he is just looking out for you.

You and Caleb will always be fighting for your lives during ludo and you will flip the board cause why is winning again and again, its YOUR game for fucks sake.

But if you want to short circuit his brain just put those pretty tanned legs of your on display, even tiny bit. He is gone. Caleb exe has stopped working.

When he confesses to you he does it in the mist sharukh khan way possible (ifykyk)

Is pretty sappy and romantic. On your anniversary he will learn and okay the song "suraj huwa Madham" on his guitar (ajwhwusjs)

Every time you bicker he makes it up with gajray as well.

[bisexualhedgehogs]

I had a silly idea about a possible way Shadow could meet the Wachowskis again after falling back to earth, so I wrote something for it. I'll make an ao3 account at some point and post it there as well. Warnings for injuries i guess? Nothing too bad tho.

Anyway enjoy my dumb one shot (also hints of possible sonadow but way too early for either of them to understand any feelings yet)

Shadow's first thoughts after landing hard into the ground were how dizzy and cold he was. He had to think for a moment, had he survived that blast? Must have. You dont feel this sore all over if you're dead. He groaned and slowly rolled onto his back and looked up at the sky. It was a vibrant shade of blue, similar to Sonic, he realized. He hoped the idiot was alive as he watched some clouds go by. He was so distracted by his anger the last few days that he had not noticed how beautiful the sky was during the day too. He could feel the burns on his skin start to heal, and he stayed there for a while until the sun began to set. Then he had to force himself up and search for his disgarded inhibitor rings. Luckily, they landed nearby.

Once they were found, he tried to figure out where he was. He was in a crater among some tall snow-capped mountains. He had landed in some sort of dense wilderness. The view was wonderful, but the air was starting to get even more of a chill. His gloves had partially disintegrated during his fall through earths atmosphere, and he could feel the cold on the pads of his hands. Honestly, he could feel it down to his core, like his bones were cold. He had to move though.

He checked if his air shoes were still in tact enough for him to glide instead of walking, and thankfully, they were. He didn't have enough chaos energy at the moment to just teleport down the mountain. His lower left leg was trying to heal from what he guessed was some sort of fracture or strain, and putting weight on it was incredibly uncomfortable. Even gliding still hurt, but he was able to ignore it for now. He had to. He stopped to hide in various small caves and under fallen tree roots when he thought he heard humans nearby walking around or needed to rest his leg.

After over a week in the forest, around dusk, he came across a large sign that read, "Welcome to Green Hills." He moved slower as a brief rain and snow shower mix blew through. He shivered and tried to stay hidden as he approached town. He realized the glow from his shoes could give him away, and now he had no choice but to walk, which turned into a limp.

"Fuck, maybe I did break something," he hissed as he stopped to rest again. The lack of food was slowing his healing. He ended up taking his shoe off on that foot and carrying it. The weight of it was hurting too much. He realized he had never felt grass under his bare feet before. It was nice, even if it was crunchy and cold.

He continued walking along the road, avoiding stepping in any patches of snow as best he could, just out of sight in the treeline. He was lost in thought when a deer ran out in front of him and startled him enough that he used what little chaos energy he had to move. Big mistake since he didn't have a specific location in mind. He panicked and landed hard on the road, directly in front of a large pickup up truck that had swerved to miss the deer from seconds ago, and it did not have time to brake fully. The pain in his leg and blinding headlights in his eyes made him freeze as his ears went flat against his head.

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About 10 minutes earlier, Sonic was helping Maddie load some groceries into the back of the truck. Normally, all three boys would tag along, but with Tom still healing and insisting he needed the air, Knuckles and Tails stayed home to prevent any accidental added stress. Sonic tagged along since he did not like leaving Tom's side yet.

Speaking of Tom, there was some short bickering between the two adults, as Tom had snuck into the driver's seat while she was loading everything into the back.

"It's 15 minutes back home, let me drive. Please? I drive with one arm all the time."

Sonic laughs, "Yeah, when you're stuffing your face full of donuts, but you could still use that arm."

Maddie groaned, "Okay fine, but if you're so healed and competent now, you can also make dinner when we get home."

"Deal." Tom couldn't hide his grin, and Maddie looked ready to slap him on the back of his head. Sonic was seatbelted between them, kicking his legs, happy his family was getting back to normal. He opened the sunroof so he could look at the stars that were peaking out behind some clouds. He became uncharacteristically quiet and lost in thought.

"You thinking about Shadow again, Bud?" Tom finally asked him.

Sonic nodded, "yeah, I just miss him. He deserved a second chance, and he didn't even get to fully take it. Doesn't seem fair."

Maddie pet his head, "I know, sweetie, earth failed him. I'm just so glad we found you before GUN did. We are definitely never trusting them again"

Sonic leaned against her and watched the stars for another minute or so until they completed disappeared behind some clouds. He closed the sunroof when it started to rain and snow a bit.

He shivered, "I thought I smelled snow. It sure felt cold enough."

Maddie side eyed her husband, "Tom, I swear if you crash in this weather, I will kill you."

Tom laughed nervously, "Relax, it's not even sticking to the road at all. Actually, it looks like it stopped up ahead."

Suddenly, Sonic started sneezing, repeatedly.

Maddie groaned, "Sonic, is there just something in your nose, or is danger coming."

Tom scoffed, "Oh come on, him sneezing is not a sign of danger, that's just a coincid- ... OH SHIT."

They all screamed as a deer suddenly ran out in front of them, and he had to swerve and brake.

Sonic yelled, "SEE NOT A COINCID- ... LOOK OUT!" Something black and spikey suddenly appeared on the road as well. They were still mid swerve, and Tom could not swerve again without risking tipping the truck. He also was a bit too shocked to see those red eyes glowing at them. All he could think to do was slam on the brakes as hard as he could. They felt one of the front truck tires bounce over something.

Shadow managed to duck his head down in time, but said truck tire went over his already injured leg that he couldn't curl up to his body as fast as the other one. There was a lot of screaming from inside the truck that was now above him. One of the voices sounded familiar. He couldn't chaos control himself again, still entirely too worn out. He was afraid he would land somewhere worse anyway and could only mentally prepare himself to run if need be.

Inside the truck, Maddie and Tom slowly looked at each other before finally looking down at the Sonic. Sonic looked just as shocked as them before he finally unbuckled himself and stood up on the seat, "Tom, we told you you shouldn't drive with one arm! You just got out of the hospital yesterday, and you hit a ... a ... hedgehog? wait. Wait. ... was that Shadow. Is he alive? ... oh god, the truck bounced ... OH MY GOD, DAD, DID YOU JUST RUN OVER SHADOW?????." He zipped out of the car in a flash, and Maddie gave her husband an exhausted look before she soon followed.

Tom needed another moment before he got out as well. 'What the hell just happened', he thought. These kids were going to give him a stroke.

Sonic quickly got on the ground behind the truck and looked under the bed. Yep, there was Shadow, curled up between the back tires with his quills sticking out in all crazy directions in defense, clearly giving into the instinct to make himself as big and scary as possible. "Jeez, you look like a wet feral cat under there. Why are you missing a shoe? Are you okay?"

There were some orange sparks and a low growl before he realized who was talking to him. "... Sonic? What are you -"

Before he could register anything, Sonic grinned and quite literally yanked him out from under the truck by his quills and pulled him into a hug. Shadow actually hissed at him.

"Oh, come on, it's just a hug, relax. And the quill thing was payback for throwing me by mine back at that base." He laughed, and then paused. "I'm so glad you're alive, Shadow." Sonic sounded almost ready to cry from relief. Shadow could even hear Sonics tail moving behind him, softly thumping against the road.

Shadow sighed. "It's not that," his voice was a bit shakey from adrenaline still. "I hurt my leg in the fall, and then whatever idiot is driving your truck ran it over. If it wasn't broken before, it sure is now"

Sonic pulled away from him and looked over at his leg. It looked swollen, some skin and fur was also scrapped off. "Oh, that's why you're holding your shoe. MADDIE, he's hurt. Come quick. Tom ran over his leg"

Shadows quills bristled as she slowly approached with a first aid kit and a flashlight. "Who is she?"

"Shhh, relax, Shadow. I won't hurt you. I'm Maddie. Tom's wife, otherwise known as the idiot who ran you over. You've, uh, met before." Her tone was a little sharper at the end than she meant for it to sound. She felt bad when shadow flinched at her tone. He looked incredibly pathetic with his ears back like that and visibly shivering. And young. He must be Sonic's age. 'Oh no, we're going to adopt this one too arent we?' She thought to herself.

Sonic was about to reassure Shadow that it was safe when Tom got out of the truck.

"I'm an idiot? Why is he appearing out of thin air into traffic? I didn't even know you kids could do stuff like that" He didn't sound mad. He was even laughing a little. Until he saw Shadow's leg. He frowned and knelt down beside them. Shadow backed up into Sonic and growled again. He looked very nervous now. Both adults felt their heartstrings tug a little. He just looked like a scared kid to them. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hit you. You're safe, don't worry."

Shadow stopped growling and just titled his head confused, " ... you didn't hit me on purpose? For revenge?"

Sonic rolled his eyes and hugged him again, "Dude, we seriously need to ban that word from your vocabulary."

Tom laughed, "No, of course not." He realized Shadow was being completely serious and not joking. "Wait, why would I purposely try to run you over?"

Shadow glared, "Do you have brain damage? I almost killed you. I'm a little impressed you survived actually." He added dryly.

"Oh trust me, I remember. But you think that means I should try to get back at you, though? You're a kid." He seemed concerned at his way of thinking. Especially when Shadow just answered "yes" like it was the most obvious answer in the world. He even almost seemed annoyed now that this wasn't on purpose.

"I don't need your pity." He just leaned into Sonic, quills deflating finally. He was so focused on Tom that he didn't even realize Maddie had begun to check his leg until he felt pain from her moving it. He shot her a warning glare and growled, "I didn't say you could touch me."

Sonic squeezed him, "Hey, easy, she's a vet. If you dont trust her, at least trust me. Besides, if you don't let her splint that, I'll have to. And I'll make Knuckles restrain you." Sonic smiled but also looked completely serious.

Shadow groaned, "is he the red one?" Sonic nodded in response, resting his head on top of Shadow's. He couldn't even use his chaos control now even if he wanted to with Sonic having such a firm grip on him. Something told him Sonic was aware of this too. "Fine, but only because I want that big brute touching me even less."

Maddie laughed a little and finished bandaging his leg. She also examined his bare foot for injuries. "Well, I'll have to properly resplint this later with better supplies, but all your adorable little toe beans look in tact besides being cold."

Shadow looked at her like she was insane, "what the fuck is a toe bean?" Sonic started laughing into Shadows quills. Even Tom laughed, which startled Shadow. "I don't get what's so funny."

"Just the way you said it, and it's a cute way to refer to pawpads." Maddie joined in the laughter and rubbed his foot to warm it up a little.

"Stop that. I'm fine. ... and I'm not cute"

Sonic looked at his face and grinned, "I'm telling you from experience. Pouting does not help. They also think that's cute. Humans are weird like that."

Shadow tried to finally squirm out of Sonic's embrace, "Can I get up now? The road is cold and staying here will draw too much attention"

Maddie nodded and helped Sonic get Shadow into the truck. She had to move to the middle so Shadow could rest with his back against the door and his leg over Sonic's lap. Thankfully, him and Sonic were small enough to both fit onto the passenger seat without being too squished. He also obviously trusted Sonic and didn't mind being so close to him. If Shadow didn't look so apprehensive of them still, she would have commented on how cute they looked together like that.

Instead, Maddie just turned up the heat when she realized Shadow was shivering still. "You look cold. Do you want a blanket? I think there is one behind your seat. How long were you in the woods?"

He sighed as Sonic made the decision for him and got the blanket out, and draped it over him. "A week, I think. Maybe longer. I landed in the mountains."

"Well, when we get home, you can have a nice warm bath and something to eat. You're probably starving. ... and dehydrated. Oh no have you been without water this whole time?"

Shadow snuggled a bit more into the blanket (and Sonic) before answering, "No, I drank from a couple streams, I'm fine." He still didn't understand why they were being so kind. He didn't feel he deserved it. After a long silence, he finally spoke again with a low voice. "Sorry."

Tom pulled into the driveway of their house, and him and Maddie exchanged looks before looking back at Shadow. "For what specifically?"

Shadow's ears were flat against his head again. He looked quite sad and guilty. "For attacking you, I ... I thought you were Walters. He's the one who froze me for 50 years. I was just so angry ... and I wanted him to hurt. He didn't even let me finish saying goodbye." He hated how his voice cracked at the end. He wanted to curl up in a ball, but his leg wouldn't allow it.

Sonic pulled him into another hug, or as much of one as he could with Shadow's left leg also resting on his lap. Maddie slowly put a hand on his head. Shadow flinched a little but didn't protest. She softly pet behind one of his ears, like she does with Sonic when he's upset.

Tom finally spoke, "I hold no grudge against you Shadow, you're just a kid like Sonic. And I can't say I wouldn't have also punched Walters if I went through something like that. Besides, you also saved the world, which includes us. Now, let's get you inside."

Shadow just hid his face into the blanket. "I don't deserve your kindness." His voice cracked more. He really really didn't want to cry, but he was so tired of it all, tired of fighting and hating himself, tired of being so cold. Just everything. It was becoming harder to keep it together. He was absolutely exhausted. He could feel himself shaking more, and he hoped they just assumed it was only because he was cold still.

Maddie pet his head again, "You know, the friend you lost would probably want us to be kind to you. And for you to accept it. So let us."

This time, when he tried to talk, he couldn't find his voice. A small sob escaped instead, and he covered his head with the blanket, which caused Sonic to hug him as tight as he could. They were right, Maria would want someone to help him. It was just hard to accept. He needed a minute to calm himself, but he eventually allowed Maddie to pry him away from Sonic and carry him inside.

He tried to protest being carried like a child, but she would not allow it, not with a broken leg anyway. So he accepted it and rested his head on her shoulder, sniffling a few times as quietly as he could.

Once inside, Sonic got his other shoe off, and what was left of a very dirty burned sock, and placed both shoes by the door next to his. Knuckles and Tails looked up from the couch, and Tom shushed them before they could react too loudly. Even though Shadow was mostly covered by the blanket, the other two instantly recognized the fur pattern on his legs and feet. Tails ears were back, clearly concerned about how bad the one leg looked.

"Is that the more impressive hedgehog? Is he alright?" Knuckles finally asked.

Maddie held Shadow tighter when she felt him tense up, "Yes, and he'll be fine, mostly cold, I think. I'm going to take him upstairs for a bath and a proper look at his leg. Go help Tom with dinner since he still has his arm in a sling. He'll explain everything. You too, Sonic."

"Yeah, let me tell you both how Tom clearly shouldn't be driving yet and literally ran Shadow over with the truck."

Maddie could hear them bicker about it while she walked upstairs. She set Shadow down on the bathroom counter while she got the bath started. His eyes were still a bit wet, but he looked calmer now, just tired. She held some bottles up to him, "Which of these scents do you like better?"

Shadow seemed surprised, "I get to pick? Why?"

Maddie looked concerned at his confusion, "I want you to like it. No one wants to smell like something they don't like."

He slowly sniffed the bottles, and finally picked the lavender ones. He wrapped the blanket tighter around himself while she undid the makeshift splint and checked his leg.

"If you'll trust me, I would like to get this x-rayed tomorrow. Sonic can stay with you. You might need a cast"

"You don't need to, just splint it so the bone is straight, and it should fully heal in a few days as long as I eat something."

She sighed, "I shouldn't believe you, but nothing would surprise me these days with you bunch. Oh the skin has already healed from being run over. Alright, but if there is no improvement in a few days, I'm taking you. Now, let's get you warmed up. You're still shaking."

"Yeah, well, I went from nearly burning as I fell through your atmosphere to plumetting into a snow-covered mountain."

Maddie paused for a moment, "You fell? All the way down to earth? How are you not burned and more injured ... how are you even alive." She began to palpate him, discovering some cracked ribs.

"Stop, I'm fine. The burns healed already. Bones just take longer. ... and I'm not sure, honestly. ... I wasn't expecting to live."

She really didn't like how disappointed he seemed to be over being alive. Might be time to finally look for a therapist. She brushed the thought aside and picked him up again to help him get into the tub, which he grumbled about but couldn't really stop her. "Well, I'm glad you're alive. You can't make up for what you did if you're dead. And Sonic would have kept being sad."

He slowly sank down into the water, covering himself up to his chin. At least he looked more relaxed now. Finally he asked, "Sonic was sad? Over me?"

She began to wash his quills and detangle them. She was a pro at this after having to help Sonic with his so often. "Of course he was. He hasn't stopped talking about you. The first thing he did when Tom woke up was tell him about what you two did. I'm pretty sure he has some sort of crush on you. It's cute."

Shadow chose to ignore the part about Sonic liking him like that. Clearly, this woman was just stupid. "Yeah, well, he's weird." Despite that, he began to purr softly as she washed his quills, at least until something fell out of his quills and startled them both. He slowly lifted a green gemstone out of the water.

Maddie laughed, "Oh my god, that's where the last one has been. They've been looking for days. Knuckles will bear hug you when he finds out it's safe"

Shadow winces, "Uh, maybe the blue idiot can give it to him then."

She went back to detangling his quills and scrubbing his head, "You know, you'll have to get used to them since you'll be staying here now"

"I didn't make that decision," he tried to sound more serious, but his voice turned into a purr and clicking noise when she scratched his head again. He looked a bit surprised by the noise. Before Maddie could say anything, he looked her dead in the eyes, "Do not call me cute again."

She smiled at him, "Fine, I won't. You're definitely a hedgehog like Sonic though. Also where would you stay if not here? This is the safest place from GUN. Any weird energy outputs, and we just can blame it on Sonic. Unless you want to live outside. During the winter. It gets very cold here." She knew if he was like Sonic, he hated being cold.

Shadow shivered at the thought, "Fine ... why you insist after I almost killed your husband, though, is still strange. You're all strange" He really was starting to think they all had brain damage.

"You're not a bad kid, Shadow. You're just a teenager. A very traumatized one, I assume, from what I've been told. You deserve a second chance. Besides, Sonic wouldn't forgive us if we didn't try. He could have easily ended up like you."

"I guess ..." It was clearly going to take some work to get him to feel like he deserves kindness. He just rested his head on the side of the tub while she finished washing his back, then she let him do the rest.

Once finished, she wrapped him in a big towel and placed him back by the sink. She put a proper splint on his leg and blowdried and brushed him as much as he would allow before bringing him downstairs where Tom was finishing up dinner. Tails and Knuckles were sitting at the table. Sonic had finished telling them what happened and to be nice to Shadow (mostly aimed at Knuckles), and they agreed. They were also glad Shadow was alive. Knuckles commented that he deserved a second chance like he had gotten. Although he wanted a rematch once the black hedgehog was healed.

When Maddie walked into the dining room still holding him, Tom couldn't help but laugh, "Wow, he gets even fluffier than Sonic does."

She smiled at him, "Right? And look at these cute little ear tufts too. He's more Maine Coon cat than he is hedgehog."

Shadow scowled as one of his ears twitched, "Why does everyone keep comparing me to a cat." Maria used to do it too. He never understood.

She ignored him and sat him down on a chair beside Tails. Sonic ran up and put a stool under his leg. Then he suddenly grabbed one of Shadow's hands.

"Well, these don't help the cat comparisons. jeez, these claws are crazy sharp. We're filing those later so I don't get shredded in my sleep. Do you want some gloves though? We're usually pretty sensitive about our hands being bare. We can make you some new ones."

"No I'm fine, I don't really care. Just stop touching me." He shook his hand out of Sonics, a little overwhelmed at all the attention on him.

"You literally cuddled with me the whole ride home." Sonic teased him.

Before Shadow could respond to him, Tails suddenly was much closer to him. Too close. "Hi Shadow. Good to see you're alive. How do your shoes work? Do you want me to fix them up? They look so cool." He had been inspecting Shadow's shoes that Sonic put by the door earlier.

Shadow looked surprised and even more overwhelmed. But slowly, he tilted his head, "Why do you want to?"

Knuckles caught on to Shadow's body language and pulled Tails back properly into his seat, and gave him a look.

"Oh, sorry," he laughed, his tails swishing behind him. "And I dont know, they look important to you, I didn't see any power source though, how do you hover?"

"They are, a friend made them for me. I power them with my chaos energy. I still don't understand why you want to help me though." Kindness was definitely going to take a while to accept.

Tails just smiled at him, "Well, Sonic trusts you, so I will too. And you saved us all. So you can't be that bad." Knuckles nodded in agreement.

Shadow just blinked at him, "I kicked you and threw a car at you."

Knuckles laughed, "That was nothing for me and my muscles. Besides, when I first met the fox, he hit me with a police car. It's practically tradition at this point."

Shadow looked surprised, "why?"

"I was trying to kill the less impressive hedgehog." He laughed as he said this and pointed at Sonic. "The fox was protecting him."

"Dude, just say our names. You know our names. And that's nothing. Tom shot me when we first met." Sonic finally took a seat on the other side of Shadow.

Shadow just slowly looked over at Tom, who was carrying some food in.

"With a tranquilizer gun! No bullets. Jeez. Sonic, please stop leaving that part out."

Sonic just laughed.

"The fuck is wrong with your family Sonic." Shadow finally commented, he looked bewildered.

They all laughed despite his use of language again. That was a conversation for a different day. Tom put a hand on Shadows shoulder, "Well, maybe now you can see why I dont hold a grudge for you punching me. I'm pretty used to this kind of chaos."

Shadow still thought they were all crazy, but he stopped fighting it. Maddie got him to eat a little pasta, and Shadow just observed them all laughing and talking with one another.

Sonic finally spoke to Shadow again after a bit when he noticed him looking lost, ear twitching again as he was listening to everyone. "Oh, uh, Shads. I noticed you tilt your head whenever you're confused about something. That also doesn't help the cute thing. Even I think that's a bit adorable. Why is your ear doing that?"

Shadow scowled and swatted at him when he tried to touch his ear, "Stop calling me cute, I am not cute. I am the ultimate lifeform."

Maddie burst out laughing before stopping, "Oh my god, oh. ... Tom, I think he's serious. Of course you are honey."

Shadow growled, but she didn't seem phased. "You know, if you are the ultimate lifeform, then you would be the best at everything. Including being adorable. Yes?"

Shadow slowly relaxed and stared at her for a moment, seriously contemplating her words. "I suppose I can't argue with that."

Sonic huffed and faked being offended, "Are you implying that you think he's cuter than me? Mom."

Knuckles laughed loudly, "Well, he clearly is the superior hedgehog."

Sonic looked actually offended now, and everyone laughed. Even Shadow smiled a little.

After dinner, Shadow got Knuckle's attention and slowly handed him the missing emerald, "I was told this belongs to you."

Knuckles looked beyond surprised and thrilled, "The last one! It is not lost forever after all! I will visit Wade tomorrow and reform the Master Emerald." He went to hug Shadow.

Shadow quickly put his hands up, "No, no, broken ribs. Hug Sonic instead in my place"

Before Sonic could register what was happening, he was pulled into a bone crushing hug. Literally you could hear them cracking. Sonic groaned. "Please let me go, I'm not dying like this."

Knuckles laughed and put him down, "Don't be so dramatic blue hedgehog. This is the best news we have had all week! We can continue our pact to protect the emerald. Thank you, Shadow."

Shadow gave him a small smile before Sonic interrupted, "What you can't call me by my name. Why are you so weird."

Before Knuckles could respond, Shadow got off the chair, using it to support his weight so he could keep his leg off the ground. He ruffled Sonic's quills and then flicked his forehead, "He probably does it because you get so worked up. You're an easy target."

"Wow, rude. I am not. ... wait" Sonic suddenly realized how much shorter Shadow looked. He grinned ear to ear, "Oh my god, am I taller than you? Aren't you older than me?"

Shadow scowled, "Absolutely not ... okay, maybe. Barely."

Sonic just laughed as Shadow started to pout. "I told you pouting also makes you look cute. Especially combined with the ear twitch."

Shadow covered his ears and growled at Sonic and Knuckles, who was also laughing loudly. Even Tails laughed a little.

Maddie and Tom interrupted them before the bickering got any louder, especially since Shadow was starting to spark. "Okay, enough picking on each other for one night, go settle in upstairs. Knuckles carry Shadow. ... gently."

"I will make sure not to make his injuries worse."

Shadow protested, but he couldn't exactly outrun anyone right now and had to accept his fate. Once upstairs, everyone talked a bit and played some board games. Sonic and Shadow immediately were competitive. Sonic also kept his word and forced Shadow to let him file down his nails a little bit. Just enough they weren't so sharp at the tips.

When it was time for bed, Sonic insisted that Shadow share his, especially when he found out Shadow had never slept on an actual bed before. Shadow was pretty sure Sonic just wanted to keep a hold of him so he wouldn't chaos control himself out of there in the middle of the night. He did consider it, but he also felt safe and warm for the first time in a very long time. And he let himself finally rest.

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(Little note, the sneezing thing I got from someone talking about how in one of the earlier sonic games, it was strongly suggested that sonic had some sort of danger sense. It manifested as him sneezing right before something was about to hurt/kill him. I thought that was really funny and cute so I added it in here)

[nocturnebite]

⟡ 𝙒 𝙃 𝙀 𝙉⠀𝙒 𝙀⠀𝙒 𝙀 𝙍 𝙀⠀𝙒 𝙃 𝙊 𝙇 𝙀 {pt 3} 𝙒 𝙃 𝘼 𝙏⠀𝙒 𝘼 𝙎⠀𝙏 𝘼 𝙆 𝙀 𝙉 ⟡

⟡ 𝙒 𝙃 𝘼 𝙏⠀𝙒 𝘼 𝙎⠀𝙏 𝘼 𝙆 𝙀 𝙉... You just needed answers. A location ping, a cab ride, a few steps too far into a world that was never meant to touch yours. Now you’re in it. And they know who you are. They know exactly how to break him.

⋆˙⟡. tw: violence || physical assault || implied (slight) torture || kidnapping || fear, panic, emotional distress || cigarette burn || references to organized crime. ⋆˙⟡. pair: ?? jungwon x female! reader ⋆˙⟡. wc: 1.59k

⋆˙⟡. ash's notes: okay.. i think i might need a few more parts.. but this is taking over my whole mind rn!! i just have too many ideas on where to take this.. we cookin them out tho, dw ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ i hope you’re enjoying!!

His face pales. “Shit,” he breathes. And he runs.

The lobby of the restaurant is quiet, too calm for how fast his heart is racing.

Jungwon pushes through the slight crowd of people by the restaurant doors, scanning the room in a panic. “Excuse me,” he says breathlessly to the host, leaning over the stand. “I-I was with a girl earlier—did she leave? Did you see her?”

The host shakes his head, caught off guard. “She left about five minutes ago,” he says, glancing toward the now-empty table. “Didn’t say much — just mentioned she was leaving the money on the table and walked out pretty quickly.”

His stomach drops.

He mumbles a barely audible “Thanks” before rushing out the front doors. The air outside is colder now, sharp against his overheated skin. He looks left, then right, down the quiet street lined with parked cars and glowing shop signs.

“Come on, come on…” he mutters, jogging a few steps down the sidewalk and turning the corner, eyes darting, hoping maybe—just maybe—you’re still close.

But you’re not.

No sign of you.

He pulls out his phone, checking the message — the pin you sent to yourself. His heart lurches. He tries to flag down a cab, waving frantically at one turning the corner. It speeds past, ignoring him. There’s no time to wait.

So he runs.

Shoulder brushing past startled strangers, feet pounding the pavement. Breath shallow, panicked. Praying he’s not too late.

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The cab smells faintly like lavender and old leather. It’s too quiet.

You sit stiffly in the backseat, hands folded tightly in your lap as the city moves past the window in a blur of lights. The phone in your purse buzzes again.

You don’t need to look. You already know who it is.

You pull it out anyway.

Wonnie 🐾💗 Calling…

You stare at it. Watch the screen light up with his name, the little emojis he added months ago when everything between you felt light and simple. Your finger hovers, trembling slightly.

And then you hit decline.

The cab driver glances at you through the rearview mirror, sensing the tension. “Everything alright, miss?”

You nod quickly, voice small. “Yeah. Just… can we keep going, please?”

He gives a short nod and keeps driving.

The screen lights up again.

Wonnie 🐾💗 1 New Message: “Please just tell me where you are. I’ll explain everything. Please.”

Another buzz. Another call.

You close your eyes and let the screen go dark.

Because whatever’s waiting for you at that pinned location — whatever secrets Jungwon’s been burying — you need to know. Not the excuses. Not the charm. The truth.

Even if it hurts.

The cab slows to a crawl, then stops.

“This is the pin,” the driver says, uncertain as he looks out the window. “You sure this is the right place?”

You glance outside.

The street is quiet — too quiet — lined with chain-link fences, abandoned buildings, and old lamplight flickering overhead. Definitely not where you expected to be on a date night.

“Yeah,” you say softly, heart thudding. “Thanks.”

You pay and step out into the night, gripping your phone tightly. The cab drives off behind you, tires hissing on the pavement, leaving only silence in its wake.

You turn slowly in a circle, trying to make sense of the surroundings. There's no one in sight. Just rusted dumpsters, graffiti-tagged walls, and the low hum of the city in the distance. You begin walking, cautious, eyes scanning every shadow.

Then, faintly, you hear it — voices. Low. Tense.

You follow the sound, heart hammering in your chest, until you reach the mouth of a narrow alleyway tucked between two buildings. You press yourself against the wall and peek around the corner.

There they are.

Three guys, maybe four, all dressed in dark hoodies, standing in a half-circle. One of them is pacing, angry, gesturing wildly as he speaks.

“—said he’d show. Where the hell is he?” “He’s late. Again.” “This better not be one of his games.”

Then you hear something else.

A choked sound. A grunt of pain.

You peer just a little farther — and that’s when you see it.

There’s someone on the ground. Knees and elbows scraped against the concrete, arms up trying to shield their face. One of the men lunges forward and kicks him hard in the ribs, and he cries out, curling in tighter.

“Talk now!” one of them shouts. “Or we’ll finish what we started.”

You cover your mouth with your hand to keep from gasping. You’re frozen, heart in your throat, afraid to even breathe too loudly. You don’t know what’s going on, but you know one thing for sure:

You shouldn’t be here.

And yet... a small, awful part of you wonders—

Is this what Jungwon’s involved in?

You’re about to pull back, to turn and get the hell out of there before anyone notices— But then a voice cuts through the night like a blade.

“Hey.”

Your blood runs cold.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You snap your head up. One of the men is staring straight at you from the alleyway, brows furrowed, already moving toward you.

You stumble back a step, heart jackhammering as panic floods your veins. You turn to run, but a hand grabs your arm — too fast, too strong — and yanks you back with a force that knocks the breath from your chest.

“No, no, don’t run now,” the man sneers. “You came to watch, right? Let’s not waste your front row seat.”

“Let go of me!” you shout, struggling, but another guy comes up behind him and grabs your other arm. They drag you deeper into the alley.

The man on the ground — the one they were beating — lifts his head slightly. You barely catch a glimpse through the shadows, but it’s not Jungwon. Relief flashes through you for a second… until dread floods back in full force.

They’re not done.

You're shoved through a metal door at the back of one of the buildings, and it clangs shut behind you. The corridor is dimly lit and smells like rust and oil. One of them leads the way while the other keeps a firm grip on your arm, ignoring your protests.

“Boss’ll want to see this,” one mutters. “Yeah,” the other says with a grin. “Look who we found snooping around.”

They push open a heavy door at the end of the hall, revealing a room that’s somehow even darker than the alley. A man sits behind a desk, face cast in shadow except for the glow of a cigarette between his fingers.

He looks up slowly, eyes glinting in the dim light.

“Well, well,” he says, blowing out smoke lazily. “Didn’t expect company tonight.”

You stare at him, jaw tight, refusing to show fear — even though your hands are shaking.

“Who are you?” he asks, sitting up straighter in his chair. Eyes cold. Expressionless. “And what exactly did you think you were going to find out there?”

“I was just out for a walk,” you say quickly, the lie tumbling out through your panic. “I got lost— I didn’t know anyone was here—”

One of them barks a laugh. The other scoffs.

“At this hour?” the man holding you sneers. “Near a back alley full of guys who don’t like being watched?”

Before you can answer, pain explodes across your face — a sharp backhand that knocks you to the ground.

“Try again,” the second man growls.

You choke on a breath, eyes stinging. “I-I’m telling the truth—”

A kick lands hard against your ribs. You cry out, curling in on yourself as boots hit you again. And again.

“We’re not above hitting women,” one of them says darkly, grabbing your arm and hauling you up just to slam you back against the wall. “Especially liars.”

You’re gasping, stars blinking at the corners of your vision. Your head is spinning. You don’t know how much more you can take.

And then it slips out.

“I’m— I’m with Jungwon.”

Everything stills.

The room, once buzzing with menace and cruelty, freezes.

You can hear your own ragged breathing. The two men exchange glances, their smug expressions faltering for the first time.

One of them whispers, voice taut, “Did she just say Jungwon?”

The boss, who had been silent behind his desk, suddenly moves — the chair screeches violently as he stands, sending it clattering backward to the floor. His footsteps echo as he approaches you, slow, deliberate.

Your blood goes cold.

He stops right in front of you, crouches to your level, and studies your face like you’re some kind of puzzle. Then, with zero warning, he lifts his cigarette and presses it straight into your cheek.

You scream, body jolting, the scent of burnt skin filling the air as he flicks the butt aside.

“Well, well, well,” he murmurs, that cruel smile stretching across his face. He looks up at the others, dark amusement in his eyes. “Looks like we’ve found ourselves a little piece of leverage.”

Your stomach turns.

“He’s gotten real comfortable, hasn’t he?” he continues, standing to his full height. “Dating like he’s not got enemies. Like there aren’t people who still remember what he did.”

You barely register the words — you’re too busy shaking, trying to push yourself up from the floor. Your cheek is on fire, your ribs ache, and your mind is reeling from the look on their faces when you said Jungwon’s name.

They’re afraid of him… but they also know exactly how to hurt him.

And now they have you.

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[yorutsuki]

「 ✦ Befriending the Worse Pt. 3 ✦ 」

↳ Kourina, a fairly new transfer student who attended UA. Fairly quickly, the two of you had started a friendship. It started off quite nicely, the two of you shared many things in common and enjoyed each other's comapany. Until a few weeks pass—the friendship takes a turn and became-well, more like a one sided friendship..

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How wrong you were,

Kourina did in fact not change.

She humiliated you, in front of everybody.

It was supposed to be a fun little trip with your class to the mall though Kourina just had to tag along with you.

It was going so well. The class had split up into small random groups, deciding a meeting spot and time beforehand; the fountain. Unfortunately you were standing too close when it happend.

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"I'm so relieved I was able to get a hold of the new manga!" Uraraka exclaimed, smiling brightly with joy as she fan-girled over her new buys. "Say, what did you buy L/N?" Denki chimed in, curiosity intriguing the boy.

"I was able to snag the last limited edition resin keyboard~" You hummed proudly as Denki gasped, his jaw dropping, "seriously!? The one that has custom keyboard sounds and extra silk padding!?" You nodded, "and extra light patterns and as well beautiful design." You smirked, Denki's jaw dropping even more.

"You guys talking about the new limited resin keyboard?" Kirishima chimed in along with Sero. Both and you and Denki nodded. "Yeah! And L/N managed to grab one!" He exclaimed, making both heir faces drop. "Sheesh, isn't it like $450?" Kirishima commented, his face plastered with awe and concern for you wallet. "Dude, $450 for a keyboard with that, with SILK, might I add, that's a huge steal!" Sero commented, stepping in your defense as you nodded. "Plus, i've saved up for months for this thing, plus like Sero said, worth it~! And it comes in a fancy packaging~" You grinned, showing a peep of the fancy black boxing with embroidered gold designs, making the three plus some on the side awe and glow.

"Sorry we're a bit behind!"

Some of your classmates turned towards the voice, spotting Tsuyu, Mina, Hagakure and Kourina, all of them carrying a few bags, some more than others. Mina (we don't judge tho)

"It's not a problem, most just arrived here." Midoriya commented, as Mina sighed in relief.

Kourina looked over to find you and easily did though you were busy talking with Denki, Kiri and Sero.

She frowned at the scene.

Straying from her group she made her way over to you. "Hey N/n~!" She greeted with enthusiasm.

Uraraka sweat dropped with a uncomfortable smile while Denki and Kiri looked over to the new voice, the electricity quirk user frowned a bit as your guys' chat was interrupted.

"Oh hey Kourina! Welcome to the club!" You smiled softly. You normally wouldn't be this...expressive but you were too excited about your new buy.

"Ohhh~ Whats that?" She asked, pointing to your bag with her free hand. You grinned, "the new limited resin keyboard!"

Kourina's face dropped as she looked at you and the bag. "How did you manage to get a hold of it!?" She asked, making her ways towards you and in the process ended up pushing some people.

Denki, Kiri and Sero all sorta cringed at her behavior, Uraraka glancing worryingly towards the three who returned the look.

"Lots of saving up and google-searching." You answered, grimacing at those times you stayed up until 2 in the morning researching on where and how to buy the thing. (the majority of the time just drooling over the ads of the keyboard)

As the five of you talked, Denki excused himself for a few, needing to use the restroom. "So Kourina, did you get anything?" You asked, seeing a few bags in her hands. She huffed, "yeah, a few clothes and other stuff, nothing too special like your keyboard." She sighed with a small smile.

"Oh! L/N!" You looked over, seeing Midoriya coming over to you. You waved over to him. "Here, you said you were starting a collection so Bakugo, Todoroki and I had got you something to add to it." He spoke shyly, a small hue of pink spreading across his cheeks as he opened his hand to reveal a small keychain.

Your eyes shimmered in awe at the small trinket, picking it up delicately from him hands. "It..it might not be much but.." "It's perfect." You shook your head, a smile gracing your face as you looked at the keychain with a fuzzy feeling. "Thank you."

Midoriya stuttered out a small 'your welcome'.

You swore you could've heard a small growl next to you but you brushed it off.

The moment was cut short as you saw Denki coming back.

"Sorry, hope you guys didn't miss me too much." He grinned, approaching the group.

Kourina shook her head with a small smile, "not at all." She smirked going to stand next to him.

You were a bit confused but let it go nonetheless, that was until you heard a noise and then a harsh bump into you.

Time seemed to slow down as the others could only watch the scene unfold, not having any time to react as the next the next thing you knew, you were cold. You could hear gasps surrounding you as well as mutters.

You looked around to see you were half sat in the fountain and drenched in it's waters, your legs dangling at the edged.

Denki stuttered numerous of apologies in panic, looking like he was about to lose his head.

You quickly whipped your head to the side, your eyes widening in horror to see your bag was underneath the liquid surface. Your gaze quickly skimmed to your surroundings, seeing some bystanders looking at the scene—looking at you, laughing.

Your breath pickened up, Kiri and Midoriya quickly rushed to your aid, not minding if they got their shoes drenched as they pulled you up.

Kourina looked at you with sympathy, but you could tell something was up.

"Shit L/N, i'm so sorry! I d-didn't know what happened, fuck, i'm sorry!" Denki apologized. You shook your head. "It was an accident, it wasn't your fault." You mumbled out, small tears starting to blur your vision.

You found the floor much more interesting, not daring to look up at any of your classmates, afraid of the looks you'd see.

Midoriya's brows furrowed when he saw your soaked bag, his eyes widening when he realized what was inside. He was about to say something but you gave out a shaky sigh. "I..I just want to go back. I'll meet you guys at the dorm." Your voice cracked as you hiccuped, speed walking away from the group.

You felt every emotion crash down onto you. You felt pathetic and embarrassed, not only did you fall into a fountain in public, but you also fell in front of your classmates—your friends, and to add on, you took down your prized possession with you, the thing you've been saving months for, the thing you had waited for ever since it's release.

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Here you were, laying on your dorm floor, your eyes puffy and red. On your desk was the damaged keyboard.

As soon as you made it back, you had checked up on the precious thing to make it it hadn't taken any damage, though unfortunately, your heart dropped as you found that some water had managed to leak through the cracks of the box and plastic and to the keyboard; ultimately ruining it's circuits.

You groaned, hearing a small ding from your phone. Reluctantly, you used the little energy you had and reached towards it, successfully grabbing it. You hissed as the bright illuminating screen blinded you. You quickly turned down the brightness before checking notifications.

There were many texts from a few of your classmates, you'd guess to check up on you, then there was one from Kourina.

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K: Hey, are you okay? You fell pretty rough into the fountain.

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You furrowed your brows, quickly writing a response but hesitated on the send..

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K: Hey, are you okay? You fell pretty rough into the fountain.

You: i'm alright I think

My keyboard is damaged beyond repair though :/

K: Damn, sorry that had happened, I don't know what Kaminari tripped on- it was a pretty bad sight.

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Your eyes squinted, rereading the message. It felt..off?

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You: First name basis already? And what do you mean tripped?

K: Something like that yeah and he tripped, idk how to say it lol

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You contemplated whether you should double check or not. Your friendship was on thin ice already, this question could be the fall of it.

You hesitantly types a prompt, your finger hovering the button.

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You: I don't want to sound...judgmental but weren't you next to Denki earlier, before the accident?

K: What are you implying? :/

You: Well, I just wanted to make sure

K: Are you serious right now? You really think I pushed him?

Tripped^

You: I didn't say anything about pushing? And why are you getting defensive all the sudden?

K: Because your accusing me of something I didn't do???

You: I didn't accuse you, just asked a simple question

K: ...You're joking..

You think just because of my placement in standing, you think i'd do something like that? That's really fucking low and shitty of you..

You: I wasn't accusing, only asking as it was ironic how just when you moved he tripped

K: What the hell? You know friends don't do this to each other? This is upsetting and just uncalled for.

You: Friends don't try to embarrass each other for attention and laughs from others

You told a lot of people about things that I wish weren't shared??

K: You can't seriously take a joke? They weren't even that bad, god your such a fucking cry baby, I can't understand how you got in class 1-A, not even, I can't understand how you got into UA in the first place.

You: Okay what the fuck? Have you seen yourself? When you don't get enough attention you literally start whining like a dog, you're so attention-deprived that you put others down just to make up for the fact you can't get attention at home. If I recalled, I made a simple joke about your grades being lower than some girls music career and you cried a water fountain like boohoo, womp to the fucking womp.

And don't even, the reason you didn't get into the hero course was because your hole is bigger than your brain. You don't take the class, hell, even with your recent studies you don't take any of it seriously. You literally made me do your homework for you?? The only reason your even in UA is because of your father's business that he bribed the school with.

Read ✔️ 8:15 PM

(I hope those text were good..)

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Your breathes were rigid, the temperature feeling much hotter. You groaned, not wanting to deal with this anymore.

You threw your phone to the other room in hopes it would release some type of anger; it didn't.

You looked at your small alarm clock, it was already dinner. You didn't feel hungry in the slightest though.

Tired of society, you begrudgingly crawled into your bed and let the world of unconsciousness consume you.

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A/N: sheesh that was long. I really hope those texts weren't too awkward or cringe.

[accio-victuuri]

Sugar Rush: September CPNs 🍬🍭

The month of BXGs had some very exciting candies! Let’s review them together ^^ Same disclaimer applies. Only for CPN-loving bxgs. If you hate this kind of thing, please spare yourself the pain and scroll along.

• Similarity between Shengyang & Yibo ( when what you love becomes a career )

• Same brand = Covernat

• Them being the Sun 🧡

• WYB’s Pechoin Ad spotted in an episode of SBMS

I really have a lot of feelings with the Shengyang x Chen Shuo AU pairing. They are so perfect together!

I mean….. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

• There is something about the similarities between shengyang & yibo in the way that they look at the person they care about the most that gets me. it’s this whole “puppy” devotion they got going on. an innocent kind of love.

the kind where you look at the person’s reaction first when something happens, you wanna see them happy before you enjoy what’s in front of you. even if they don’t talk, you carefully observe their body language cause you wanna figure out how to help them and show them that you’re on their side. ☀️

• In a BTS released by One & Only, they showed some wardrobe and looks for Chen Shuo. This one is him wearing a black helmet instead of red. Did you see the peppa pig sticker? and i can’t make out the other one. What a coincidence, considering the CQL crew’s “history” with peppa pig 😂😂😂

• Not really CPN, but to archive this incident where cpfs commented WYB photos on ZZ’s douyin post. This reminds me of that 95 post on weibo, where it was all cpf, then 🍤 of course did the most to “erase” that. but that comment section has so many interactions. I’m 50/50 on this, I think it’s unnecessary to do it, knowing full well that it will “provoke” a fan war and i personally don’t want that. The other half of me tho is cackling cause cpfs surely know how to troll. My fave tho are photo comments of cute fandom dolls 🥺🥺🥺

• One and Only top box office in Chongqing on 9/4

• Summary of SBMS clowning material from 9/1 to 9/5 ☀️

• Similarity in WYB & XZ selfies ( vintage motorcycle gear )

• XZ’s mystery driver, and was it WYB?

• INNER MONGOLIA MYSTERY : I’m naming it as such because it’s truly a mystery as of writing. There’s been some rumors already that LOCH & Mermaid will have scenes shot in IM. XZ tho is confirmed to be there. The cast and crew were spotted and XZ is not exactly hiding it either, his IP is there.

What makes it sus is a video captured that is allegedly of the hotel entrance where XZ stays. It’s too dark to see who he is with but some cpfs are saying you can see someone who is like WYB going in too w/ XZ. the way the person walks tho is so WYB as far as I can tell. And the most sus thing is the hotel closed all the lights in the lobby. Who the fuck does that. Yeah I know XZ is VIP and they will do everything to protect him and make sure no photos of him will be taken. But to actually close all the lights??? There must be something more… probably another VIP guest????

and well this.. whatever this is… it’s not covering with umbrellas anymore, it had come to this kind of hiding already. and how they were hiding who was coming in and. there were 2 people. so yeah. 👀

again, i am including this here to archive but i’m not fond of them being followed around like that. just leave them alone to work in peace. 🙃 we should be more focused on their projects and not act like paps. understand the reason why there are proxy shooters is because there is an audience.

the most sus thing do, is come monday, the black cloth and all the cover up was not done anymore. So it makes you think that they were really trying to hide something in those days they used it. 🤡

• SBMS clowning series version 2 / version 3 / version 4 / version 5 / version 6

• Hangzhou Asian Games power couple 🔥🔥🔥

• THEM and Li Qin as leading lady 😂😂😂

• Their long hair! Please bring it back for both please and thank you ☺️☺️☺️

and the fact that GG is absolutely glowing in the photo. We’ve been speculating that WYB visited him, so is this the result????

• YIBO-Official 9th debut anniversary debut clowning: who folded the shirt // 2019 memories, new? black panther drawing and day&night selfies // XZ signed the artwork + the pose is inspired by yibo

• Edited background in yibo’s selfie + Why we think this was taken in Inner Mongolia

• Couple autograph !!!!

• RIO becomes cpf’s friend lol

• Love is like this / Fireworks

• The timing of their posts ( an example )

• This is so funny!!!! Now that we have a glimpse of Wei Ruolai, he is being paired to Xiao Sa — who we know is Mister Ye’s. So it’s now a love triangle 😂

⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

• bracelet & hand cpn - i don’t personally buy into this cpn but a huge chunk of the fandom were talking about it so i’m including it

• XZS Vlog Chapter 6 candies: ZZ & WYB similarity in XZS vlog + xzs and ybo are working together again & salomon shoes & mosaic design + panda rumor

• Matching Mid Autumn festival post ; Also how WYB’s look like there is a Mole. ☺️

There are also talks of the photo being taken from a proper camera, the most popular guess being a leica. I guess how YBO reposted this and said something like how Bobo is a “photographer” clued people in. But it could be because he posted an artsy photo like this instead of a selfie. 📷

—— END ——

See you all next month! 💕🍬

[onboardsorasora]

in honor of a maxiel second row for the mexico gp…what if Enchanted AU update? (On your own time frame tho 😅)

Hi Nonnie! I woke up to this and said 'they're absolutely correct'. I'd started something a few days ago but didn't know where I wanted to take it. And this prompt along with yesterday pointed me in this direction. I hope you like it! Its also unedited, so hopefully it reads well and has no mistakes lol

Part 1 | Part 11

Part 12

Daniel cackled gleefully as the wind blew through his long curls. They were driving through the hills, like Max pinky promised they would, and he was having the best time. They've been cruising for what felt like hours and when they got to empty strips of road; they’d floor it like a drag race. 

Daniel’s favorite part might be when Max grabs for the hand hold overhead. He always enjoyed making his Dad do it, Michelle was harder because she knew his driving style by now. Max had been a whole new challenge, being a race car driver used to high speeds. But Daniel had been excited to learn that all it took to break Max was drifting around a blind corner going down the mountain road. 

It was exhilarating.

Daniel pulled off to the ridge that had a bannister and bench– boasting a lovely view of the sunset over the city.

He all but jumped out of the sports car positively vibrating with happy energy. Chelle would call it his zoomies. He needed to sing, he needed to run with a horse! He wanted to tear his shirt off!

"Don't do that." Max came out of the car, catching his breath.

Daniel's mouth snapped shut, apparently he was singing. A bird flapped its wings overhead and landed in his curls. Daniel bounced from leg to leg, the wide grin set on his face like clay.

Max eyed him consideringly, a small smile on his face. He armed the car and slipped the key fob into the pocket of his pants.

"Hey Daniel?" It was comical how quickly Daniel's head snapped over to his direction, his brown eyes were wide and sparkling.

"Yeah Maxy?" Daniel bit the cuticle on his thumb, waiting for Max's next words. He didn't expect them though.

"Race you!" Max yelled and then he was off like a bullet. Daniel squaked in outrage before apologizing to the bird on his head and running off after the race car driver.

Max lead him into a short copse of trees where they zig zagged through the foliage in an approximation of tag. Daniel laughed joyously, waving to the different animals that came to watch or lead them in different directions. Obstacles were added by a deer that knew a "better path". And a family of rabbits wanted Daniel to win!

Before long they collapsed in a sunny spot, giggling intermittently. Max's face was flushed from exertion and Daniel couldn't look away. He knew he was equally flushed and sweaty, but Max was lovely.

"Where did you learn to drive like that?" Max broke the silence first.

"My dad taught me. I wanted to run with the horses but it wasn't the safest idea, he'd said. So we drove his truck alongside the herd." Daniel preened, Max liked his driving.

"You learned to drift because of horses?" Max's disbelief was clear. Daniel cackled.

"No!" He sang. "I taught myself to drift to scare Papa. He was always so cool and calm so I wanted to ruffle him a little. It was Joey's idea to scare him. Joey's an alpaca."

Max nodded with a snort. He could see that. Joe was always the silent luker in his calls with Michelle. Like he was watching and waiting for any slip ups. He was very protective. Max supposed they truly needed to be. 

He'd only just gotten back into good graces after the video incident.

"You could've been a racer." Max said offhandedly and Daniel's eyes widened comically. 

He'd been playing with the grass by his hips and before he knew it he found himself on his back with an armful of Daniel. He was hugging Max so tightly.

Daniel leaned backwards a little, hovering over Max with the widest grin, so wide his eyes almost disappeared in their crescents. Daniel positively glowed and his tattoos that had been merely fluttering in the afterglow of their playing were moving almost wildly. Wings fluttering, petals blooming, legs dancing– the works.

"Thank you Maxy. That means a lot." Was all Daniel said and Max knew that there was more to it. But he wouldn't focus on that right now. Not when Daniel was looking so lovely above him, glowing under the rays of the sun.

Part 13

[littleyukki5033]

Glitchtale: FEAR

Author Note: Hello everyone! I was honestly surprised a few told me to go for it when I expressed I wanted to rewrite Glitchtale. I will be doing my own vision on this while also having inspiration from the original even tho...it..was confusing but for my version, I will try my best to make it make sense. This will also help me improve my writing skills for my AU I am working on for a webtoon! Please reshare this and your thoughts to me as this progresses! I will be changing stuff and also keeping some thkngs the same but also adding more depth to things for the story. Maybe expect visuals if I have time to do that buuut...hope you enjoy and thank you for reading!

Glitchtale: FEAR

Chapter 1: Megalomaniac

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Everyone was dead.

Majority were dead anyway. Alphys was able to save a few but...it seem inevitable.

Sans stood in the judgement hall, he always wondered how something so bright can shine through the windows. Such a beautiful light and yet dark. What he felt was dark.

He looked ahead hearing small chatter. The chatter seemed to stop after awhile, only footsteps that got louder the closer it got. This wasn't the first time he been here. Waiting, judging. The human did many genocide routes. Never completing a pacifest route, maybe they were just bored Sans thought. The human only did one pacifest route to hotland then suddenly Sans remembers waking up in his room. Not sure what made the human change their mind about the whole thing.

A small sigh escape as he saw the human lift their hand to the air, never knew why they did that but he assumed there was something there that made the human come back. Sans watch Frisk turn their body in his direction. Frisk expression was dark.

Sans stared as his pupils narrow to the windows. The human always quit during his fight, why did they try again and again? Reset after reset? Sans lifted his hand and his one pupil glowed blue with a mix of yellow.

'This is their fault...right?'

Rows of bones shot up from the floor, launching at Frisk who jump back. Only to turn and see blue blasts devouring Frisk and turning them into nothing. Their soul shattering.

Sans lowered his hand and felt the small energy that he wasted return, seeing Frisk again. Sans tilit his head to the side.

"What is it that you want?" He asked

Frisk remained silent as they launch and swung their knife at Sans. Sans easily dodge it and turn Frisk soul blue, they got launch back and their entire chest got pierce by bones against the wall.

Energy was replenish again for Sans. He look ahead seeing Frisk again. He then rubbed the back of his head.

"Seriously...I really believe there was a time we could been pals? Eating bad food...enjoying laughs...." Sans paused for a brief moment before his eyes glowed again "can we go back to that?"

Frisk spun the knife before launching at Sans again, swinging the knife. Sans noticed something was off. Frisk seem to be dodging a little better or maybe he saw something different. Small little specs of..whatever what was happening. Sans ignored it however as he summoned Gaster Blaster and shot at Frisk who got devour by it again.

"Can't you just reset the timeline and we can go back to how it was" Sans exclaimed as he shot multiple bones at Frisk. Frisk swung there knife blocking and parrying.

"Even after what you did, he believe in you"

Frisk felt the bones pierce there chest causing them to die again. Death after death after death. Frisk didn't want to care anymore, but they hated it. Dying over and over again made them hate it so much.

"Give up"

Frisk barely recall anything that Sans has said after that. They stood there between continue and reset. There was one thing that Frisk did remember.

'Please don't come back....if your my friend...please...'

Frisk stood there staring at the continue before looking at the reset. All of this could end. All of it. Frisk can be happy, they don't need to fight. Frisk was ready, they were ready to give up but...there was hate. Clinging onto them. Frisk felt the hate wrap around them, seeing a brief moment of Chara with a wide smile before Frisk saw nothing but black.

Sans stared ahead, seeing someone else who wasn't Frisk. Chara tilit their head to the side with a smile. Sans felt uneasy, before he knew it Chara was already attacking him. Swing after swing, dodge after dodge. Chara was more skilled at fighting with a knife than Frisk was. Even when Sans launch Chara towards a row of bones, Chara spun the knife and slammed it onto the floor and stop themselves from falling onto the bones. Sans felt his exhaustion coming through.

Frisk can only seem to see what was happening in such a thin lining. Frisk slammed their fists against the view they only hand.

"I'm sorry" Frisk yelled. Nothing happened.

Attack after attack got slower. So much slower. Three bones slowly launch at Chara who just stood there, parrying two. Catching one. Sans let out a shaky breathe, he had hit his limit. Falling to his knees and slowly glancing up at Chara who smiled widely.

Frisk slammed there fists harder, a crack. A crack formed, Frisk felt a glimmer of determination spark.

Chara lifted there knife in the air. Sans let out a breathe. What a nice day....he thought. Before closing his eye sockets.

He thought it be quick, to turn into dust but all he heard was blood splatter onto the judgement hall floor. He opened his eye sockets to see Frisk have returned, only to have been struck in the back by Chara who look equally shock as Sans was.

"I'm sorry Sans....please take my soul and fix my mistakes" Frisk said before dissapearing.

Chara stood there baffled befkre gritting their teeth and reaching for the soul but Sans was able take it first. A blast happened and Chara flew back, sliding on their feet. Chara glanced up at Sans who both eye sockets were open wide and both glowing.

"Hehe, look at that" he said as he glanced at the reset button next to him. "Did you forget?" He asked

Chara looked annoyed. "But...first..." Sans snap his fingers and Chara felt a bone pierce their chest and launch them into the air. Sans surrounded them by Gaster blasters. Sans smiled widen seeing the blasts shot and cause the judgement hall to glow blue.

"Eh..get dunk on megalomanic" he stated as he pressed the reset button.

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Your here on Chapter one

Chapter Two - Yet Darker

Glitchtale: FEAR belongs to me

Inspired by Glitchtale (we know who it belongs too 💀)

[a-storytellers-wish]

I love all the thought and passion you put into your rewrite!! So I have some questions!

- How did Zahra and Noor get their names?

- Do you have a favorite character design?

- How exactly did Zahra and Noor meet?

- Which one’s the easiest character to draw?

- Is there one character’s color palette that you like the most?

Okay that’s it! Happy Anniversary to Once Upon a Wish!

🎉⭐️🌟⭐️🎉

Thank you so much! I really do appreciate all the support!

As for my answers to your questions, here they are!

How did Zahra and Noor get their names?

I want to give these two people different names from the original movie in case I want to turn them into my own. So I tried to find names that are relevant in the area where the setting of Wish is meant to take place. Apparently, it's around the time of Al-Andalus so I tried finding names from Arabic, Spanish, Latin, and other Mediterranean cultures.

At first, I tried finding a name that starts with A so it would make it more obvious that she's meant to be my version of Asha, which is why I named her "Amala" at first because it also has similar meanings of hope, hard work, and purity. When I found another name that I feel is more fitting for the story, I decided to give the name to the little sister. I found out about the name of "Zahra" after continuous researching of names for other characters, and then I ended up really loving the name because its meaning(s) is as pretty as the name itself. The name "Zahra" means "brightness", "splendor", or "flower", all of which are kinda relevant to the themes and motifs of the AU haha. Also I just find it cool if her name would start with a Z to contrast with Asha whose name starts with an A, it kinda plays with the whole legacy thing with Wish and how this story is conceptualized from the scrapped concepts of the movie haha.

As for Noor... Gawrshhh I was struggling with what to name them at first! A lot of the good possible star names are already taken by others in the fandom and I want to be lil' different in my take. I had a phase with "Azhar", "Tarik", "Najm", "Ori"... Then I decided to settle with "Noor" because it's a gender-neutral name that means "light". It also sounds cute, kinda like what a child could come up with, which plays into their backstory which I will share later!

Do you have a favorite character design?

This is sooo hard to answer. Can I say all of them oop-

Each of the designs I have so far have certain qualities that stick out to me that I can't pinpoint which one is my overall favorite. I like how flowy Zahra's hair, veil, and dress can be when I actually draw her in dynamic poses. I love the dark circles under her eyes and her eyebags. I like Noor's color palette especially when it comes to their hair and the sparkly parts of his glowing design. Amala's very cute and I enjoy drawing her messy braided space buns that look like Mickey ears. This might just be relevancy bias but Amaranta looks so pretty to me KJHDK. The sheer ballroom floats she has added so much to her silhouette. And while I personally think Mamoon is probably the one I like the "least", I think his beard and the crescent silhouette of his head saved his design.

How exactly did Zahra and Noor meet?

I'm saving this up for story, but basically it's little Zahra feeling lonely and suddenly shouting and declaring that the random star that she was pointing at is her "friend". Then later at night, she dreamed that she was vistied by that star who was curious and started playing with her. Then that continues every night where they get into dream adventures in whatever story or world that Zahra comes up during the day. Then some tragedy happened that it stopped. They only met again when Zahra decided to wish on the stars again.

Which one’s the easiest character to draw?

Noor's plushie form but for real tho, I've drawn Zahra so many times, she's my personal favorite to draw whenever I get bored. So for me, she's the easiest.

Is there one character’s color palette that you like the most?

Oh i definitely enjoy Noor's color palette the most! It's very simple that mostly focuses on a silver and a bluish-purple palette, with additional small bits of pink, blue, and green, to present light (also to show that it's supposed to be iridescent). The second one is Amaranta, again, might be due to recency bias but I enjoy the purples and off-white she has.

That's all the things I can answer now. Thanks again for all these asks!

[viaarts404]

I am now stuck playing cookie run kingdom which means...fan fics! Yaaay! Here we go!

The cult of spice

Chapter 1:

The ground was burning hotter than anything he had ever witnessed. He knew he couldn't slow down tho. This is what his armor was made for.

-KID! -he screamed as he jumped from one floating stone to another as lava started consuming the ground. The child on a bigger chunk of the floor, that was still in one piece, stared at him with his eyes wide.

-Why? Why would he risk his life to get to me? -The small spicy child thought to himself. The cookie in the armor jumped in front of the kid and picked him up into his arms right away. He held him close even tho his armor became hotter thanks to him every second. The armored Cookie rushed through the lava, parkouring through like he did before, just the other way. He rushed out of the burning, collapsing temple as fast as he could.

Tears started to dwell up in the child's eyes as the stranger hugged him tight.

-Headmaster! - two voices echoed through the air.

-I'm fine. I got him. -Answered the armored Cookie as he slowed down in front of two other cookies.

-You are so reckless. Is the child okay? -asked a soft voice. A cookie who gave out a sweet, fruity scent, causing the child to look at her right away. He held onto the Headmaster like his tiny life depended on it. The cookie sounded soft. Like a trap.

-He does not seem to be harmed. -Added another cookie, standing next to the sweet one. This cookie's voice was deeper and he sounded a lot more strict.

-I'll take care of him. My friends, could you take care of the rest in the meantime? -The Headmasters asked his fellow leaders who both nodded and headed past the armored and tiny cookies.

Capcaicin Cookie stretches out on his bed. He was so tired after the tournament the day before.

-Capsaicin Cookie! -A loud and very much hyped voice called out to him from outside his bedroom door.

-The Headmaster wants to see you! -added another voice. Capsaicin sighed.

-Coming! Gimme 'bout ten minutes! -He responded as he got out of bed.

Capsaicin got dressed, even if it wasn't much clothes he had to put on. He walked out of his room and made his way to the Headmaster's office.

Once at the office, he gently knocked on the door.

-Come in! -said the Headmaster. Capsaicin opened the door and walked in. He slowly closed the door behind him then made his way to the main desk.

-What do you need from me, Headmaster? -asked Capsaicin with a wide grin across his face.

-Tomorrow is going to be the 18th anniversary of me finding you. Have you decided on the gift you want? -The Headmaster asked on a calmer tone than usual.

-Oh! Uhm, not really -Capsaicin responded whole scratching the back of his head.

-That's alright. I'll take you out tomorrow and you can choose whatever you want. Does that sound good? - Asked the Headmaster again. Capsaicin Cookie's eyes started glowing with excitement.

-Yes! -The excited cookie responded right away. The calm and quiet tone of the Headmaster would have frightened anyone else but not Capsaicin Cookie. He knew the Headmaster more than anyone since he did grow up with him. The Headmaster showed him all his colors growing up. All emotions, even if he rarely got angry. He saw that though, only twice.

-Now get to your classes, you rascal! -Yelled the Headmaster in his typical motivating tone.

Capsaicin Cookie left the office and joined his friends in the classroom.

One thing bothered Capsaicin Cookie for days. He knew every side of the Headmaster there is, yet the Headmaster barely knew him. He couldn't fault him for it though, since the mask he puts on is so believable that no one ever noticed. He enjoyed not being bothered about his feelings most of the time, but there are times he would love to have someone simply ask if he's okay or need just a bit of help. That would never happen with such a mask on. He didn't even notice that the bell rang already and his classmates started packing their things to head to the training grounds.

-Capsaicin Cookie? -asked one of the spicy cookies. Capsaicin Cookie jumped a bit.

-Oh! Sorry. Was a bit lost in thought. -Capsaicin responded right away. He got up from his seat and picked up all his stuff.

On the training grounds, Capsaicin Cookie and 3 other cookies got ready to spar again each other. Most of their training classes were without any professors. They just trained by themselves where Capsaicin Cookie usually took control of the class as a whole. He chose 2 - 4 cookies who would fight him.

-Alright. The match starts when I say "Go", got it?! -Asked Capsaicin Cookie. The other three just cheered in agreement.

The fight started soon after. Capsaicin Cookie could dodge, block and return all their attacks, commenting on almost every lil move they made until they were back in the position they started in. The three spicy cookies stood in a half circle around Capsaicin Cookie. They were already tired and took a couple hits while Capsaicin seemed absolutely fine. One of the cookies rushed at Capsaicin at full speed, swinging their battle hammer at him. He took a step back but froze as a deep voiced laugh rang in his ear. He stood there with his eyes wide, taking the hit straight to the head. Once the cookie hit Capsaicin and realized what happened, he dropped his weapon.

-Oh my spice! -He yelled.

-What happened?! Capsaicin Cookie! -questioned the second cookie while the third stared in shock. Capsaicin Cookie kneeled on the ground with one of his hands held to the side of his head that was now covered in jam. He stared at the ground in shock and fear. Once he snapped back to his senses a bit, he frantically looked around, looking for the source of the laugh.

- D-Didn't you guys hear that? -Capsaicin Cookie stuttered as he looked up at his terrified classmates.

-What are you talking about, Capsaicin Cookie?! You have to go to the infirmary right now! -Ordered the second cookie as he tried to help Capsaicin Cookie up onto his feet. Once the other two realized what he was doing, they helped him and kept him standing as well.

Some other cookies from their class rushed to the Headmaster to get help.

Capsaicin woke up in his bed. He groaned in pain as he sat up, touching his head where it hurt the most, on instinct.

-Down, boy. -Said a voice from next to Capsaicin.

-Headmaster? -Capsaicin questioned. He was extremely confused. The Headmaster did not respond. His posture was quite lazy or maybe judt depressed. Capsaicin couldn't decide. He groaned in annoyance. Capsaicin jumped a bit, as he's never seen the Headmaster like that. Clearly so angry, yet silent. Capsaicin layed back down like he was told. His head was aching. He obviously couldn't hide this pain like he did with the rest. This was worse than the rest.

-Tell me, honestly, what happened? -asked the Headmaster, his tone seriously and cold yet so filled with wrath.

-I'm not sure. -Capsaicin hesitantly replied.

-I am aware that such accidents are bound to happen when students fighf each other, be it for fun, learning, or emotions, but I am also aware that there is no way you would have gotten hit so easily. They couldn't have defeated you so easily. -The Headmaster explained. Capsaicin stayed silent and stared downwards. He sighed.

-I've heard a voice. -Capsaicin Cookie said. His voice was shaky and scared.

He knew who it belonged to but he just couldn't say his name.

He could be watching.

[deathnguts]

JSJWHXJJX IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE HIM

His house is actually kind of huge, I’m glad you brought it up and kind of feel silly for forgetting lmao. He’s a ravenclaw! The first Black to ever be a ravenclaw, which is a big deal I suppose. When the hat sorted him, teachers and those who cared about pure blood drama and stuff were surprised and it kind of started a rumor about Sirius ‘cursing’ the bloodline so no Black would ever be slytherin again (factually untrue because Draco was, but it’s debated if he counts or not)

Speaking of Draco, I know you didn’t ask but, here’s how he is with his cousins!! Yippee!

Draco: he doesn’t really like Draco but Draco likes him. Romulus is a little older than him (like 1-3 years I haven’t fully decided yet ngl 😅) so he already has the age difference respect that cousins automatically give each other. Romulus thinks Draco is spoiled and overly emotional (which he is) so he annoys him but Draco is awful at reading him and doesn’t realize at all that he getting side eyed for his behavior. When they get old enough that they’re both in school is when Romulus *spells it out for him when he does something wrong and how ti be better and where Draco fights him on it a lot, he usually listens in the end.

(*Also since these are wizards and I enjoy adding accessibility into the magic system, I made up a spell that makes it so Romulus’ words can be translated into like glowing captions in front of him so he can still talk to people without them knowing sign ((his parents do though)) so that’s kind of a pun)

Luna: Romulus and Luna are ravenclaw besties and they match each others freak in the like off putting autistic child way. They understand each other in ways a lot of other people don’t and they spend a lot of time together in the ravenclaw commons and also grew up seeing each other a lot. (Romulus was homeschooled before hogwarts where Luna wasn’t so they didn’t see each other as much as they would’ve liked but still a lot)

Harry (technically): since Harry is Sirius’ godson, he’s also Romulus’ godcousin if you want to imagine Regulus and Sirius patched up their relationship (I don’t have like a ‘canon’ for that, but it’s fun to imagine either side.) on the side that they did make up then Romulus would see Harry about as much he saw Draco in childhood and kind of have similar discomfort around them as kids just because Harry is so bright and loud (we’re also pretending that Lily and James are alive because I genuinely forget they’re not sometimes) but when they’re teenagers in school together then they get along swimmingly. Romulus isn’t a prankster but he’s impartial to needless violence and has a lot of weird info and items that help mischief that help Harry but still unsettles him kind of (him and Harry are that meme where one guys like ‘I need a skull but you can’t ask what it’s for’ and Romulus gives him three options from his back pocket) And then in a world where the brothers don’t make up, pretty much the same happens except Harry is just more afraid of Romulus because he doesn’t have the previous knowledge that he’s not actually scary just quiet and off putting, but he’s a curious little guy and once he found out that Romulus was Sirius’ nephew he wanted to know him and nothing stopped him.

Erm anyway

Traits! The thing you asked for! Got it!

Barty: well there’s the obvious moral indifference to violence and their shared intelligence in strange areas. But on a smaller level, where Romulus doesn’t feel nearly as many shifting emotions as Barty does, when he does he handles them the same way Barty would. He gets annoyed at having them at all which leads to the like second hand rage just chilling beneath his skin. Romulus has a similar reputation to the one Barty had in school, like how he’s creepy and ‘violent’ even though he’s never actually hurt anyone (Barty did back in the day tho) but there’s also a ton of misconceptions about his habits. Like he smokes nettles and drinks pepperups in a flask throughout the day to maintain his energy levels and vitamin deficiencies but to anyone who doesn’t know that it looks like he day drinks and smokes weed. And when it comes to how they treat people they love, they’re also similar in that. Where Romulus is very independent by nature, he’s just as hopelessly devoted to people he loves (platonically, or romantically) as Barty is by nature. He grew up watching Barty and Regulus be in love, of course his perception of how to treat people you hold dear is kinda strange.

Regulus: most everyone who meets Romulus who knows Regulus sees their similarities immediately. They’re both quiet, reserved, intellectual, independent, hard workers, follow the rules - ok that last one is 100% not true who said that. But yeah I think the traits people attribute to them are true, but just surface level. Yes they are both quiet and reserved, but it’s so much more layered than that. They both value the same times of when to speak up but naturally feel more comfortable not being the center of attention and have confidence in how their words have the most value and who will listen to what. Yes they’re both intellectual and hard working but it’s so far beyond that, Regulus dove into dark magic to try and counteract horcruxes back in the day, and now Romulus is stepping into territory no one else has in trying to combine two forms of creation from groups of people who try to overlap as little as possible and with full confidence that not only he can but it’s simply the next step and he’s the one taking it. They have the shared hubris of a mad scientist. And on a lighter note Romulus is also a blunt, sarcastic little shit when he wants to be and he sounds just like his father.

Who’s his favorite parent? Well thats complicated.

Barty seems to be the obvious answer. His first steps were towards Barty, his first words were to Barty, and when he was a toddler and baby he wanted to be held by Barty more often than anyone else. But Romulus clings to Regulus for understanding of the world. I headcanon Regulus as autistic, so Romulus would have inherited the gene from him, so they are literally wired the same way and interpret the world in the same way. And there’s also, when Romulus thinks of what his definition of a home is, it’s Regulus who comes to mind. But when Romulus thinks do what his definition of love is, it’s Barty.

So, no, Romulus doesn’t have a favorite parent and they would never ask him to choose obviously. But they’re competitive little shits and I think there’s a pretend feud they indulge in, especially when Romulus was younger, of getting Romulus to choose them in whatever situation. But Romulus makes it a very close race because it’s almost entirely equal.

Ooh! This is unrelated but here’s him with his aunts and uncles to tie this up!

Evan: he doesn’t see Evan very often because Evan doesn’t have kids of his own from personal choice and doesn’t really want them so he’s not as good with them as he could be, but fate apparently hates him because he’s Romulus’ favorite. Evan finds him lightheartedly creepy (like the aunt who married cousin It in Addams family found Wednesday creepy in then first movie) but he loves him a lot and thinks he’s funny. And Romulus has fun freaking him out but also genuinely feels listened to by Evan so he tells him a lot of random stuff. When Evan comes over, it’s tradition that Romulus open up with a random fact about whatever he’s getting into now and Evan nods and is like ‘cool,’ which can be kind of a silly reaction to have since the fun fact can vary between ‘did you know cogs are the bumps on gears, not the smaller ones like people think’ and ‘did you know that ostriches are sexually attracted to humans’ so that’s fun. Evan sees a lot of Barty in Romulus and thinks it’s hilarious.

Pandora: Romulus likes Pandora more as he gets older because she’s also a mad scientist and he goes to her for guidance sometimes, but he did like her when he was younger too. He never really had an interest in other kids before but when Luna was born he followed Pandora around everywhere asking about her or could be found holding her for hours. And since Pandora is Luna’s mom, she’s cool by proxy. Pandora thought this was adorable and appreciated that he would be there looking out for her in school and such. Pandora sees a lot of Regulus in Romulus and thinks it’s adorable.

Sirius: again, I don’t have a ‘canon’ idea of if the brothers get along in the universe Romulus is born in but we’re making it work. If they do get along, then Romulus freaks Sirius out and Romulus doesn’t like it so they’re not especially close. If they don’t get along, then Romulus genuinely doesn’t like Sirius because he likes his dad so why doesn’t Sirius like his dad? Sirius sees Regulus in Romulus and it makes him sad because he reminds him of the little boy he grew up with.

Narcissa and Lucious: they don’t like him. They see Barty in him and they don’t like it. They think he’s a bad influence on Draco they do not like him.

Bellatrix: she likes him a lot but she’s really overbearing and loud and kind of picks on him out of habit and he’s lightheartedly afraid of her

Anway that’s as many people of interest I could think of I’m so happy you like him :3

I’d love to hear about Valentina if you wanna talk about them btw!

What would you guys say if I, hypothetically, confessed that my introduction to Bartylus as a ship was actually my own oc that was their son and literally not a day goes by where I’m not thinking about him to the point where I genuinely forgot he’s not a canon character and therefore Bartylus is also not canon because they did not canonically have him and like ten minutes ago I was drawing him and genuinely wondering why no one talks about him and now I’m very disappointed in myself for forgetting only I know he exists so of course no one talks about him

[blueflipflops]

Blessed is The Fruit of Thy Womb

tw: pregnancy, violence, dissociating

Inspired by @cyrwrites 's prompt which is just too good to not write about Talia being pregnant from the exposure from the Lazarus Pits. Saw the tag about "Damian having a complex due to danny's whole "Child of Lazarus" thing he's got going on" and ran with it. Also the religious allegations thing was inspired and I am so here for it. Ended up longer than i planned tho. Would probably add more to this. Enjoy.

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Damian Al Ghul was born a prince. An heir. The blood son of Batman and Talia Al-Ghul. The grandson of the Demon Head.

He is to have the world presented to him in a silver platter even before he reaches his majority.

And yet... that's not quite right, now, isn't it?

Because for all the gift of genes he has in his body, for all the training he has ever endure ever since he learned how to walk... that is all he'll ever be.

A genetic experiment on how to get all the appealing genetic material from both parents and make it into a child.

His mother did not even bear him!

Pregnancy is too much of a hassle, too restrictive, too dangerous for her line of work. She need not be bothered to undergo the burdens of pregnancy when she can create a perfect child in a test tube.

Yet for all her complaints and stilted explainations, why...

Why does it seem like she cared more for the Child that grew itself in her womb?The one that came out of nowhere. The one she birthed herself. The one that Damian seemed to keep losing everything to.

Ever since his mother's womb grew with child with a distinct energy only felt in the Lazarus Pits, she has became estatic and raving. She had claimed that the Lazarus Pits has Chosen her to bear the fruit of its power. The one true heir. The Incarnate of Immortality and Power.

She claims all the honor and the pains that came with it. She became obssessed with the Child even before it was born. Even more when it was born male and familliar feeling of power emanating the infant. The Child opened its eyes with glowing Lazarus green eyes and the scent of death clinging to its blood covered flesh. It did not cry when it was born but just opened its eyes seemingly judging the worth midwife's life in the mortal realm. It must have deemed it unworthy as it is said that the stare looked straight to her soul and drove her mad. Damian never really knew who did the final blow. Was it his mother, the midwife herself or if it was his... brother just as rumored. Damian did not care to know any of that only that the midwife and several other helpers did died that day screaming and bloodied. Their corpses dumped over to the Pits as an offering.

The first time Damian had looked upon those cursed eyes where the first he had ever felt real fear in his life. In the very young age of 10 was he formally introduced to the Child. It looked like a human but distinctly not at the same time. Like an entity thats trying too hard to appear human but forgets what humans look like half the time.

The Child unsettles Damian.

It began its training about the same age as Damian did and unsurprisingly took on the skills easily as breathing. With abilities that seems to only get stronger with time and added training. It is not as perfect as his Mother praise it to be as it is said to go off in bouts of mad rage that seemed to only calm after blood has been spilt. This stopped being a problem after they found out that constant baths in the Pits have a similar enough effect without thinning their forces from the whims of the Child.

Slowly, no matter how hard Damian trains, no matter how successful he is in each obstacles or tests thrown his way, he will never get that Honor he was raised to believe was rightfully his. He was put to the side. Once a future leader now in a role of a follower.

Damian Al-Ghul is a prince. A warrior. An assassin. A spare. A bargaining chip against his father.

For all that the Child is younger than him by a mere year, Damian, with his obvious superior combination of genes, is less than the Child of Lazarus himself.

No matter.

There is one thing the Child cannot claim over him.

He is the blood son of Batman. Not him. Never him. Batman has no claim to the Child either as his mother ravingly repeated over and over again. (As if to remind him of his place.)

He is the only blood son of Batman after all. Not him. Damian need not share what is rightfully his.

No. Of course not.

That is why when his mother told him that he is to pack up his belongings to live and train with his father, Damian did not hesitate nor did he looked back.

His father will be different, he knows this. He will value him more than some demon child from the pits, he is sure. Even if he has to prove himself for it.

...

Danny is dissociating most of the time and feels like this is a very detailed hallucination post vivisection and cannot (dont want to) accept to awknowledge what is happening. He doesn't know what to do with himself if this was real. He has killed people here and sometimes in blind rage too. His core is very fragmented which means his memories are all over the place. Add that to his willful ignorance of the development of his apparent reincanation, he is very Messed Up.

To him, he is Danyal Al Ghul. Heir to the Demon Head, son of Talia Al Ghul, and Child of the Lazarus. But he is more than that, isn't he? He sees flashes of life before this. Of flight and action. Of family and friends. But that can't be right, can it? He feels like something else. Like someone else. But how can that be?

He emanated death energy all over because he can't control his emotions and powers as much as his teenager self. The ectoplasm in the air in the LOA's lair comes from the Lazarus Pits which is so corrupted from the amount of death, corpses, and heavily concentrated emotions, that it messes with Danny's head. He tried to get as much distance from the Pits as possible but Danny can't survive without ambient ectoplasm especially with his core being fragmented like this. When the stress got too much (which was often) he ends up in blind rage that only stops when someone dies and he hungrily absorbs up the ectoplasm from the freshly new corpse. And it goes over and over again until Danny decides that enough is enough. He doesnt want to not have complete control of his body nor does he want to kill more than what his new family is already making him to. He just has to suck it up and get his ectoplasm from the nearest available source: the Lazarus Pits.

After that, he stopped randomly killing people whenever he gets pissed. Being so hungry all the time, the ectoplasm from the pits started to become delicious to Danny but still. He tries to limit his consumption to the very minimum because it messes his head a bit wheter he notices it or not. So like 2-3 times a month. He stopped being deathly hungry.

His apparent "skill/genius" is just a abnormal one up from a normal child who had not lived half a lifetime growing up with a black belt ghost hunter mom who trains them to fight as mother-son bonding time. He didn't really go about it easily either. (Damian is just an unreliable narrator) He just instictively knows the basics and the theory but had to relearn how to do it in his new body that the League just polishes and sharpens to the max blinded by the idea of Danny being the Child of Lazarus. (Them being a cult and all) His hair becoming flame-like wisps and glowing eyes when angered did not help this theory. Nor did his inhuman strength and ghostly powers or his sharp teeth either. He seems to be able to use his powers even in his human form but ra's pissed him off so much one time he reverted to his ghost form...which became so twisted as the years has passed from all the trauma he has experienced and turned into a giant eldritch monster with way too many eyes and teeth, a cloud-like expanse of space and stars, and an Aurora Borealis encircled above his head like a crown. Ra's learned some lines drawn in the sand that day. He is overcome with both fear and poorly contained greed. His eyes dilated from the show of sheer power from this Child. Oh, how he hungers for it.

Danny, despite his nonexistent efforts, became a momma's boy. How can he not when his new mother showers him with love and affection near obssessively? His core subconsciously purrs in satisfaction from the attention despite the overall creepiness of the situation. His core imprinted on the woman already. Who cares if she's a bit crazy? His mother has always been a bit crazy. His memories of past!Maddie (pre-discovery/vivesection thingy) get muddled over and mixes up with memories of Talia which makes him latch onto her more. (Which Talia definitely encourages.) Because his mom is finally paying attention to him again :) she says she loves him :) and she doesn't want to rip him apart molecule by molecule :)))

(He knows. He asked! Although the words may have got tied up on his tongue and the question may have sounded more like a threat than what was intending to ask. But its all good! Surely his mother understood what he was trying to say because she immedietely hugged him and told him that she loved him very much and asked very nicely not to kill her. He is sure that they became closer after that. Talia is just thankful that her Child continues to recognize her as his Mother/Bearer and spared her from his usual rages. She is, of course, worth more than these other lowly mortals. Danyal is hers and hers only after all.)

...

Damian, on baby's first crisis: I am the blood son of Batman. The ONLY son of Batman. Surely I don't have to share him with others :)

Me, nervously looking over my shoulder to see a line of robins and robin-adjacent children that had at one point dressed up as a caped traffic light or another: ...uhhh...

Me, looking at the other side seeing Terry Mcginnis and Helena Bertinelli/Wayne playing rock paper sissors : yeah... about that...

Damian is very biased here. Because how the fuck is he going to compete with a fucking demon pit incarnate??? He's got a lot of thoughts about being replaced here which ha! New flavor of trauma for my baby bird. :)

Love giving Damian a complex :) Wanna put him in a jar of pickles and shake it :)

Also would love to see Damian will arrive ready to prove his worth only to find out that Batman is dead/missing/stranded in the timestream and how it will affect his new flavors of complexes and issues. Lol Oh to be a fly on the wall of the batcave when that happens. Wait dont they have bats there? Flies would get eaten—

Lol someone calls Damian a demon child once and he gets geniunely offended. He hisses back that he is not a Lazarus Pit Baby and thats how the batfam finds out about danny. They all panic at first thinking that not only did Bruce have another secret child but said child is apparently still with LOA. And boy would that do wonders to Damian's buried insecurities. Damian is going going to experience some Emotions and he's going to make it everyone's problem.

Like mother like son.

Talia and possibly Ra's POV next

Anyways, here are them tags:

@emergentpanda-blog @skulld3mort-1fan @rosecinnamonbun @ver-444 @learning-to-fly-on-my-own @dannyphantomphan @yasminerd00 @blep-23

[just-another-author-i-guess]

Judd Birch relationship hc

tags: Judd Birch x Jessi’s sister! Reader, she/her pronounced reader, mentions of sex, drugs and alcohol, come on this is a big mouth fic what did you expect, reader is alternative

authors note: I would recommend you read THIS fic I wrote about Judd first, which sums up how the two of you meet (: I’ll be referring back to that for all my Judd fics

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Judd is not a man of many words 

It’s not like he doesn’t talk at all, he just uses actions to express his affection more than words 

He will put a blanket on you when you’re sitting on the couch, randomly hand you a glass of water whenever he feels like you need hydration, let you wear his shirts, ect 

Raccoons randomly start following you on your way to school, bringing you flowers or other gifts, that’s also Judd expressing his admiration 

Tbh the raccoons sees you as their mother, hiding behind you when Judd is being too mean 

You’re also way nicer to them, feeding them snacks and giving back rubs 

Judd scolds you, bc “you can’t be too nice to those fat little fucks, they’re already spoiled enough” but he secretly loves seeing you interact with the raccoons 

“Fucking cute.” He mutters to himself as you sit in his passenger seat of his van, three raccoons perched on your lap and chatting happily to you

He’s somehow even more grumpy whenever you’re around people, he’s always glaring at and threatening everyone around you

He’s the ‘I hate everyone but you’ type of boyfriend

Obviously he likes you, but we are talking about Judd Birch after all and just because you’re dating doesn’t mean he’s gonna be all lovey-dovey with you

Calls you bitch, slut, shithead and dumbass affectionately, and in turn you call him mr grumpy pants, pussy, bitch-boy and fuckface 

Ngl, his mom was super concerned when he got into a relationship and she heard him calling you bitch on multiple occasions

His dad was more relaxed, claiming it just added to his sons mysterious aura 

Both of them immediately fell in love with you when they heard you calling him something equally nasty to put him in his place

You’re the only one who gets to do that btw, if anyone else dared to call him out for his bullshit they’d have a battalion of killer raccoons on their ass

You get invited to all their family trips, tbh Judd is only interested in going if you are too 

What made his parents adore you even more, was when you slapped the back of his head for calling his parents “nosy fucking nutsacks”

They constantly ask Judd when you’re coming over, and when you finally do they just straight up kidnap you from him

“Don’t fucking touch her, you old prick.” Judd muttered darkly, pulling you out of his dad’s embrace by your hips and pulling you to his chest

Mr. Birch chuckled “Ah, young love!” He said, holding both hands over his heart in emphasis, Judd only scowled and began dragging you to his room

Omg the multiple safe sex talks his parents are gonna have with you, like one of the first times you came to his house they just sat you down and started explaining how they’d rather have you fuck under their roof than some unsafe place 

Judd could have murdered them right there, if you hadn’t been there he probably would have

They even gave you condoms and everything.. 

With that said, Judd comes from a very sex positive house and honestly doesn’t care if his parents know you’re having sex 

He was more angry that they embarrassed you

Somehow his mom immediately knew when you had your first time

You came downstairs for dinner, legs wobbly and a glazed look on your face 

Judd also looked less murderous than normal, still scowling but the two of you seemed to be slightly glowing 

Bc this is Diane Birch, she immediately congratulated you not even noticing how your face went red and you sank lower down in your seat as she talked about the importance of both parties enjoying sexual intercourse

Oh my god, you thought you could die 

Besides his parents, you’re pretty good friends with Nick and Leah

Leah’s in your grade, you have history together, and honestly she thinks you’re really cool

She adores the way you dress, always complimenting your outfits, makeup and hair 

Sometimes, she asks you to do her makeup as well

Judd always complains, he really fucking hates when you spent time with his siblings instead of him

Of course he would never admit that he’s jealous, but he so is

Nick is.. Incredibly in love with you

You're older, really hot and you’re nice to him? W o w 

Tbh, all the guys in Jessi’s friend group are crushing hard on you

When you’re hanging out in Judd’s room, he’s constantly interrupting you, bringing you water, asking for help with homework, ect

He keeps up like this until Judd throws an empty bottle of Jack Daniels at his face, hitting him square in the forehead

Nick cried, calling Judd a slut before storming out

You constantly have to break up fights between them

Judd likes kissing you in front of Nick lmao, you think it’s to show dominance or something but you don’t really care

You’re just happy he’s kissing you (:

Besides Nick being in love with you, Jessi is so passive aggressive about your relationship

Bruh she steals the shirts Judd gives you

Yk that episode where she asked him to dance and he was like “I don’t dance.. With kids.” He danced with you right after lmfao 

Jessi was fuming 

The two of you literally cannot catch a break 

You end up driving around in his van a lot, you’re doing your best to get him not to exceed the speed limit, but no way he’s listening to you

He literally drives like he’s trying to kill everyone on the sidewalk, and you wouldn’t put it past him 

He picks you up from school in his van too, y’all go to the same school but he just refuses to show up to classes 

He likes to just stand outside and glare at the teachers as they exit the building

Sometimes Leah hitches a ride with you too, he’s always annoyed when she does because that means he can’t dick you down in the backseat

Did I mention you guys fuck a lot?

Judd is pretty horny, literally anything gets him going 

Oh. You’re wearing his shrírt today? Better prepare yourself

You sang along to one of the songs he was blasting in his car? So hot

Your hair smells extra nice today? Your pants are already gone 

He loves, loves, loves leaving bitemarks and hickeys on you, especially where they’re most noticeable 

He really likes it when you leave marks on him too, particularly when you scratch up his back? 

He likes the pain tbh, and he just thinks its really really hot to see his back covered in long, red marks after you fuck

Honestly, Judd is a simp

Your most typical date nights consists driving out to get food, drinking a shit ton of Jack Daniels in the back of the van and watching horror movies

which leads to more fucking

No but seriously, Judd would be so ecstatic if you’re also into horror movies 

He constantly complains about how unrealistic the gore is and tries to explain to you what it would actually look

Cackles sinisterly when someone in the movie dies

Okay but you’re literally the only one who gets to touch his hair

No way he’s going to a salon to get it dyed, it’s expensive and he’d rather eat shit than deal with other people 

Before you came along, he just dyed it himself

Then he found out it was much easier having you do it, especially since you’re used to dying your own hair and you know what you're doing 

It’s also an excuse to get you to touch his hair, he literally melts at the feeling of your nails raking across his scalp 

Please dye a strand of your hair to match his, I beg you

He would be so happy (Or as happy as Judd Birch is capable of being)

He really likes that you matches his aesthetic ngl

He loves your ripped thighs and skirts, he also really loves your makeup

Especially after the two of you fuck and its all ruined and running down your cheeks- okay I’ll stop

Oh my god, the two of you would get high together and hang out with his raccoons

So cute

He’s also much more affectionate towards them when he’s high 

Slow passionate love-making while y’all are stoned 👀

Connie and Maury would love you, you’re the two easiest kids they got

Judd mostly just ignores Maury and runs his own game, tbh there’s little to no work for his hormone monster

Connie is ecstatic you’re finally getting laid lmfao 

In the summer, you work at the local pool with Leah

Judd goes, but he never gets in the water he’s just there to see you in your bathing suit (Y’all fuck in the public showers lmao)

Sometimes he sits in the employees only break room and blasts music, tbh the other ppl who works at the pool are too intimidated to tell him to leave 

At least none of the patrons, especially the kids in Jessi’s grade, dare to oppose you when he’s there

Besides not being the most affectionate guy, he’s also extremely emotionally constipated 

He feels stuff.. Sure. But he channels those feelings into vandalism and sex

It’s gonna take a looooot of time for him to start talking about his feelings 

I feel like Mr. Birch sat Judd down at some point and tried teaching him about the importance of being emotionally available to your partner 

Judd couldn't care less in the moment, but it stuck with him subconsciously 

It would help a lot if you opened up to him first, like it would kinda encourage him

It’s really not often he has feelings-related stuff he needs to talk about, but once in a while, most often when you’re both stoned, he opens up a little

Mostly reassuring you that he really does care about you, sometimes mumbling that he loves you because he really does 

As much as he likes to pretend he doesn’t 

He’s almost always either high or drunk when talking about his feelings lmao 

With time, he’ll get more used to the idea of sharing his feelings with you as your relationship progresses 

Hello! I’m glad you made it to the end haha

I hope you enjoyed ^ ^ if you want to request more Judd stuff or anything else, you can do it HERE

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[onlyseokmins]

limbo • w.j.h.

Pairing: wen junhui x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), afterlife!au

Warnings: this is kinda plot heavy not good smut but lezzgo just in case 😭 um daggers (no knife play tho dhdjjs), lil bit of threats and maybe violence, junhui deserves a warning himself I think he's hot, tying up/tentacle play kind of but it's shadows um like idk how to describe it 🤡 supernatural things!, biting 🦷, mentions of blood, death, lil bit of angst but I'm fluffy as usual <3, lots of mentions of souls and afterlife shenanigans, thigh riding, mirror sex, pls forgive me and just hmu if I missed smth

WC: 2.5k

A/N: for the lovely @katetattoolover <3 mwah I hope you enjoy this even if my brain died halfway writing it ndksksks another unplanned thing but limbo is just too powerful... Also for my huihuis mwah ILY... Idk how to describe this but I'm in a spooky mood bc of Halloween fics so this kind of played into it ig? I just like the plot 😭😅

If you were in heaven or hell, you didn't know. And you didn't care.

The fact of the matter was that you did know where you were. 

Limbo. 

The great boundary between worlds. Soul suspended, unable to leave. Not until you made a decision based on the knowledge gathered about your death that you learned here.

Neither heaven, hell, or earth.

A bleary place full of everything and nothing. Guarded and watched over by the enigmatic figure whose dark eyes were trained on you.

Blonde tresses tinged with white highlights are smoothly swept up in a ponytail to display his ears where little diamond studs twinkle like stars. When you'd first met him at the gates, he'd been wearing what you could only presume as combat armor, despite its lack of protection across his midriff. Vainly showing off his well-defined abs.

Now, he's donning a ruffled white blouse that looks like something old paintings of the founding fathers would have been dressed in. It suits him though, the v-cut down the front granting a delicious view of his décolletage and scorched ends adding to his devastating visuals. 

You wonder how no one has succeeded in brutally attacking him with how exposed his outfits were but you suppose his eerie beauty is enough to render anyone immobile. Besides, even when his disinterested gaze shifts from you to the large glass of what you hope is simply wine, you can feel the shuddering intensity of the power he holds. Dangerous enough that it causes even your soul's shape to ripple in the stagnant air.

"You're a curious one, you know? Most are on their knees, begging for mercy."

"Is that what you prefer? Begging?"

The red liquid swirls as his fingers tap against the side of the glass. Silver hand jewelry accentuating the veins on his hands sparkles under the low, candlelit glow of the chandelier and matches the smirk that grows on his red lips. 

"Only from those who dare to threaten my authority."

A silver, pearl-encrusted dagger lays on the floor between his golden throne at the table of gluttony and where you stand defiantly down on the concrete floor. Your wrists are bound together in front of you by a writhing strand of black shadows that spew out tiny hisses, much stronger than they look.

"I told you, I don't know where that came from. It's not mine!"

"Oh but darling," he laughs — though it's without humor, "it is."

You bare your teeth like a wild, caged animal. "I don't know a single thing! I just arrived here, someone has to be framing me, that dagger is not mine!"

Heeled boots create an echoing thud through the room that seems to enlarge and shrink at the same time. He bends down to pick up the dagger, turning it in his hands and inspecting it.

"This definitely belongs to you."

You stomp your foot. "No, it does n — "

"Because it was originally mine."

Your breath catches in your throat. Not just in response to his statement but because of the sharp point of the dagger inches away from your jugular. You may be an incorporeal existence now but fear fails to leave your instincts. Especially with a powerful entity's threats that could truly hurt you.

"Do you want a new life that bad?" he questions and for some reason he almost sounds… wistful? You're able to feel the cold steel against your chin as he taps the dull side of the dagger underneath it so you meet his searing, scarlet irises with a wide-eyed gaze. "That can't be it. There should only be one reason why you're standing before me."

"... Which is?"

"To return to your rightful place." 

You attempt to take a step back but the shadows under his control swirl around your feet, anchoring you in place as he leans in.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"To come back to me. My queen."

"What?"

"The only other rightful ruler of Limbo." He's close enough that you can smell the sweet but smokey scent emanating from him, the dagger still poised between the two of you. "Allow me to remind you, my beloved."

Shadow wisps tickle your cheeks, encouraging you to close your eyes as they wrap around you. You think you should be terrified, screaming and struggling in protest. But the caresses of darkness welcoming you have nostalgia entangled within. A strange but familiar sense of comfort has you willingly grant them access into your mind to reawaken suppressed memories of a past life.

An arranged marriage. Heavy crowns. Lovelessness. A kiss stolen under the stars. Satin silk sheets. A dagger decorated with pearls. A promise, an oath. Blood. A chained box. Death. A name.

"Junhui," you breathe out.

"My love," he affirms with a hushed whisper of your own name.

Your eyes reopen with a glow, drinking in his features with a different sense of appreciation. One that holds recognition and fondness. Utter longing. 

"How did this happen?"

He gently takes your hand, releasing your hands from the bindings and leads you up the stairs. 

"After the soldiers cut me down, I found myself here. Searching for you, for a sign. Instead I found this." The ornate chair next to the one he was sitting on holds an old, beaten-up wooden box with heavy silver chains. It lies open but empty. "The higher beings told me I would have to wait and be patient… that I would have absolutely no doubts when you finally arrived."

You take the dagger he holds out to you, the same as you did on that fateful yet tragic night. Fragmented memories piece together the events that led up to your demise. Frantically digging a hole to hide the box containing the written love notes exchanged between your lover. The dagger should've joined them but the devastating news your personal maid delivered to you was buried into your body instead of the ground. Infused to become a part of your soul.

A sob unwittingly escapes. "For how long?"

"Too long." Junhui sighs. "I lost count thousands of years ago."

"I'm so sorry — "

"Don't. You've come to me now and that's all that matters."

"Jun…"

"Welcome to my lost world," he wipes away the tears that trail down your cheeks. "I've built it all for you, my queen. No one can defy or separate us now."

It is not the paradise you envisioned in your mortal lives nor the nirvana your soul imagined it'd be sent to. But that didn't matter because you realize that what you've always wanted — who you've always needed — was standing before you. Welcoming you with an open embrace. 

"So, what happens now?"

"We must ensure that your soul is bound here… and to me so it won't move on or disappear… if that is what you want. You must make a choice."

You brush the strand of hair that escaped from his ponytail behind his ear. "What choice is there to make? I want to stay with you, to be with you. What must I do to make that happen?"

Junhui bites his lip. With a deep breath, he walks you over to where a shattered mirror sits in the corner. You try to hold back a scream and whimper instead, watching through the cracked glass as Junhui's arms wrap steadily around you — but nothing of you visible — in the reflection.

"Oh my g — "

"God can't help us now, beloved. He was never on our side to begin with." You nod pensively and Junhui continues. "Would you allow me to touch you, darling? Like before? I must bind your soul here and to do that, I will have to claim you as mine."

You turn to face him with a smile. "Aren't I already yours? Years ago, hidden under the veil of night?"

He beams back at you. "I take that as a yes, then?"

"Yes" rolls off your tongue and then Junhui's pressing his lips against yours. Running his tongue across your lips to seek permission, you chase his mouth as he walks backward until he's seated on his chair.

You fall against him, knees planting on either side of his thighs cushioned by the plushy surface. The ruffles on his blouse tickle your sudden bare skin and you pull away, looking at him in shock.

"Special privileges," he smirks devilishly, "I can manipulate the Limbo landscape quite easily so making your soul bare for me takes little effort."

"Will I be able to do the same?"

"Of course, my queen. And more." He takes your hand and places it over his chest. "But it's not like you need any powers to strip me, my dear. And I hope you'll use those kinds of powers on no one else but your king."

It's an invitation you would never refuse. The sound of tiny buttons and the clatter of the dagger hitting the floor fill the room as you rip off his shirt and slide it down his shoulders. Your hand trails down his pecs to the abs you were graced with upon your arrival, following the defined veins that disappear into his pants. He halts you when you start to slide down and you frown.

"I thought you liked people begging on their knees?"

"I do… but only in certain cases. Perhaps we can save that for another time, I'm supposed to be worshiping you, my love. Encouraging you to stay with me. Uniting our souls."

You want to tell him that you would not leave no matter what. But you know the strange workings of the afterlife and anything before, between, and after have strict rules that must be followed. 

So, you relent. Letting him take control, peppering your upper body with kisses as he runs his fingers up and down the sides of your body. Committing it all to memory once more. Though you are no different to him than you were centuries ago. 

The sting of coldness from his rings and fancy jewelry comes as a shock. Junhui feels you jolt against his hold and pauses, looking up at you from where his head is positioned between the valley of your chest. 

"Are you okay?" 

You nod, explaining the sensations, and he smiles contently; resuming his journey across the curves of your body. The soft material of his pants press against your center as you slowly begin to sink down on his thigh, submitting to the thrall of pleasure. As he tenses the thick muscle, you feel the breath of his snort when he guides your hips to move. 

Sharp teeth graze the supple skin of your breasts and you furrow your brow, fingers running across his equally razor-edged jawline as you gently push his head back. Lidded eyes gaze at you with a lust-filled yet yearning look as you inquisitively explore his mouth. 

Marveling at the same features you'd gawked at in your previous life, all motions halt as your lover dutifully lets you run your finger across his fangs. Earlier, his tongue had focused on tangling within your mouth in fear of potentially slicing you. 

But as you prick your thumb on the point of his left canine tooth, no pain and no blood comes as you are neither dead nor alive. Giggling, you press a kiss on the mole right above it and gleefully show him. 

"You can't hurt me." 

"Not yet," he winks and encourages you to move your hips again. "As long as you're nice and wet, it won't." 

"I don't think pain exists here." 

He frowns, eyes darkening. "It does. I was so very lonely. It deeply hurt and ached so much that I slowly became numb. But all of that is a distant thought, overshadowed by you in my arms and on my lap." 

You kiss his nose next. "I don't want you to feel lonely anymore. I'm here to stay with you for the rest of eternity." 

He turns you around and you gasp. What once was reflected in the empty, cracked mirror now shows a depraved image. Junhui's hands move faster, one hand moving down to spread your cunt open for you to see while the other fondles your tits. 

Leering over your shoulder, he harshly sucks on your neck before biting down lightly. You moan. Head thrown back as his fangs pierce you but once again, no pain is felt and no blood is spilled. Just pure bliss and pleasure. 

"Look at you," Junhui praises. "Look at how beautiful you are when you finally sit on this throne." 

By throne, he must mean his cock. The diamond encrusted belt is slipped off and dropped on the floor, his fingers busy as he unzips his pants. You feel his hard length slap against your back, having shifted forward to give him space to move. 

His shadows aid him, lifting you up a decent amount and playing with you a bit to stretch you out before they ease you down on his thick girth. You throw your head back against his other shoulder and he takes the opportunity to lick up the opposite side of your neck. Biting as he pleases. 

You both let out synonymous moans when he bottoms out, gasping at how fiery his gaze is that it's almost melting the glass of the mirror as he stares you head-on. 

"Your beauty shines in this abyss." 

If you could, you'd ride him into oblivion but the burning stretch of his thick cock is overwhelming enough that even your supernatural body cannot escape the plethora of pleasure surging as your hole clenches tight around it. Luckily, the shadows sweep forward at his beckon once more, tendrils wrapping around your ankles in the effort to assist your feeble movements. 

It's far from scary because they are just another part of him. Curling around your nipples, brushing tenderly at your cheek, tickling your clit… yet it feels like Junhui's hands are all over you. Even though you know he hasn't moved away from your hips as your nails dig into his forearms from the intense up and down motions, ass slapping against his thighs. 

You can feel a distinct power surge — twisting and turning as your drooling figure becomes more and more defined in the melting mirror. The Limbo is welcoming the long awaited queen into its domain, accepting the share of powers as the king ravages his beloved on the very throne he once spent decades crying upon. 

"You are mine, aren't you, my queen?"

"Yes, I am yours… my king," you huff out, surrendering to your climax with an otherworldly scream as your soul adjusts to its newfound abilities as he joins you in a blazing release deep within your cunt. 

Sweat makes your skin glisten as you lay in Junhui's arms panting. The shadows come forth once more — at your command — solidifying into an elegant black outfit. 

The king hums in approval. "No crown is needed to represent your authority, but I will give whatever gems and riches you desire." 

"I want nothing but you." 

"Isn't it funny? Alive, I could offer you nothing but now in this realm of ours — anything is possible."

You kiss his forehead, smiling extra sharply with your newly acquired fangs. "Thank you for waiting for me." 

"Thank you for coming back." Junhui whispers against your lips. "Now we have the rest of eternity to make up for what we lost."

Bound together. Forever. In Limbo.

[dystopian-reverie]

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Pairing: Marc Spector x GN!Reader (from Marc's POV)

Warnings: Angst, angst, angst. Mentions of trauma, near death of reader, mild intimate moments, nothing intense or graphic, consumption of alcohol, a happy ending tho :)

Summary: There is a deeper reason as to why Marc Spector never came around to like you, and when a mission ends horribly wrong, Marc is forced to confront you and his feelings. Would he rather face them or run away from you?

Main Masterlist

Marc Spector hated you. It was nothing new. At first, he was subtle- he'd try not to be in the same room with you, or he'd come up with any excuse to avoid going on a mission with you. But Khonshu finally making you his second avatar was Marc's final straw.

Everything about you threw him off guard. The way you'd juggle between your personal life and your avatar life so well, the way Khonshu's orders never seemed to faze you, or how this kind of life never seemed to take a toll on you.

You'd stroll into the hotel room with a newly purchased book in one hand and another overpriced chocolate drink in your other, and greet him cheerfully. What the hell you were in a good mood for? He never knew.

You were always so efficient. That was the entire reason Khonshu knew he had to get you to become his avatar, and the added bonus to him was that you were big on 'delivering justice to the travelers of the night' ideology too.

Marc would never admit it, but even though he hated that bully of a fossilized bird, he felt replaced and has been trying to overcompensate for it. He'd take advantage of the fact that he was way more experienced and had seen a lot more gruesome stuff than you have and that he was older than you.

But above all, what seemed to unsettle him the most was how innocent you still seemed. He genuinely couldn't figure out if it was all an act. It would all be better if it was. But if you really were as naive and wide-eyed as you expressed yourself, everything would be instantly more twisted and complicated.

"Doesn't the idea of hurting someone make you uncomfortable?" He had asked while watching you wipe off freshly spilled blood from your upper arm with wet, warm clothe- always trained to do everything so perfectly.

"It does," You had said in a matter-of-fact tone. "That's why I have to stop those who hurt the innocent."

He hated how the same eyes that grew wild with every punch and stab, and nearly glowed with hunger as your slashed through your enemies, demanding for more were the same ones that brightened up the instant he walked into the room with your favorite burger or held those tears from laughing so hard watching your favorite rom-com.

You made living seem so easy. It was like a blow directly to his face. You taunted him without even realizing it. He had figured out some rules that he thought were eternal with this kind of life, and you broke every one of them effortlessly.

One: Every moment of happiness that finds its way to him is going to be tainted or ruined one way or another. He finally made peace with the fact that he can never have unadulterated, simple, and peaceful joy in his life without a nasty feeling creeping its way back into his mind.

What did you do? Be happy. Be genuinely happy. He could see that in the way you talked about your childhood friends or the way you'd evade Khonshu's orders for one night to sneak out to watch a film you've been looking forward to. He could see it in the way a small red would creep on your face when you'd notice a cute guy staring at you, or when a little girl you've saved on a mission clings to you tight and thanks you for everything you've done for her.

Two: Any break or a fragment of entertainment he treated himself was probably a waste of time. What was he doing it for? To enjoy life? While he could still feel Khonshu's non-existent eyes boring into his to go kill someone else? He'd spend his free time either droning out the constant uneasiness of simply existing with the television playing in the background, or drink his mind out and pass out and wake up with a terrible hangover.

You didn't seem to rot away like that. You made it feel like life still had a meaning to it. With every sway to the beat of the song you were jamming to, not caring that he was sulking at the other end of the room, his eyes not looking away from you anyways. With every angry outburst at the unfair violence against the vulnerable that was happening across the globe, with the swipe of your chapstick across those unimaginably soft lips of yours. With every snap against him or when you stood up for yourself against him. With every smile you gave him the next morning, followed by the "truce" speech that he grew used to at one point. You made a statement- nothing is going to stop you from living in the moment. And how was that not a direct slap to his face?

Three: This was no arena for an emotional person. It's either kill or get killed in this game and if he lets slip one drop of his emotions out, it's going to be over for him. He was so used to this that he wasn't even sure he had any emotions left in him. Suffering seemed eternal to the point it was the norm and he just conformed to being okay with it.

You on the other hand? You cried, you wailed, you punched walls and you hugged yourself till your sobs were silenced. You laughed, you danced, you fought, you bargained, you challenged and you won. You worked till those dark circles of yours made you look more dangerous than you were. You'd cringe at your own failures and not meet his eyes until you've proven to be useful again. You hoped, you looked forward to things. You loved tasting the local food, you hated the aftermath of "yolo"ing a mission, as you called it one time.

You felt everything at an unfathomable range and it annoyed the hell out of him.

With all these reasons, hating you should come naturally to him- and it did up to some extent. He didn't hide it from you. Didn't back down when his criticism nearly brought you to tears. When he'd abruptly turn off the radio that you were singing along very loudly to. When he'd snap at you to shut up about the one life that they couldn't save because if they grieved for every tragedy that happened in their job, they'd be grieving for all life. When he'd not opened the door when you came running back to the hotel room after ditching a random, creepy date.

He made sure that you knew he hated working with you. What made it all worse was along with standing up for yourself, you always, always, tried to make yourself better for the job. You took him seriously. That shouldn't bother him, right? That's what he wanted, for you to take him seriously and understand that he wants none of your bullshit.

Taking him seriously meant believing his sour words and taking his grimaces and cold demeanor to heart when the fault was not even on your side. And he hated it. God, the number of negative emotions you induced in his already hatred-infested brain.

He hated that he hated you. He hated the way his insecurities and inability to change affected you. He hated that he couldn't be better. He hated that he'd rather hate you than let himself grow fonder... he hated that he would rather distance himself from you than let the possibility of liking you grow in him.

And for some reason, all of this was festering his mind throughout the monotonous ride with you back to your hotel room after two entire days of scouting and planning for your next attack.

The afternoon was giving way to a cool and breezy evening, the usually humid air decided to spare you both for one day. The radio, as usual, was blaring with yet another band song. To add to that, you were singing along to it, your hands carelessly clutching the steering wheel.

"Now shut your dirty mouth, if I could burn this town I wouldn't hesitate. Just smile while you suffocate and that would be just fine, and what a lovely time that it would surely be. So bite your tongue and, choke yourself to sleep!"

"I just feel like you'd dedicate this song to me," You added, gaining an eye roll.

"Just concentrate on the road, will ya?" He said full well knowing that the road was desolate and there was no one but them disturbing the silence.

In what seemed like an hour or two, they were safely inside their room, putting together all their info and coming up with a plan that had the least possibility of them dying- it wasn't easy.

Deciding to live off of the leftover pizza and soda cans for one night, Marc and you finally called it a day, the uncertain buzz of a pre-mission excitement and anxiety lingering in the air.

You huffed, twisting in your bed and earning a groan from the man who too was finding it hard to sleep, but for very different reasons.

"Marc? You awake?" You asked, your voice clearly hoping that he was.

"'M trying to sleep here," He said, faking a sleepy drawl.

"Does this ever go away? This unsettling feeling, I mean,"

"It will if you stop giving a shit about it,"

Silence.

"How did you stop giving a shit about it?"

Marc opened his one eye to look at you staring back at him, body completely facing towards him. You really wanted to have this conversation in the middle of the night. Both of your beds were only a few feet away from each other, so he could clearly make out your expression in the moonlight flooding into the room.

"When I finally realized that I had no other option, unlike you," He said, certain of his words, calm and composed.

"Unlike me?"

"Yeah. Didn't you choose this? Didn't you accept Khonshu willingly even though you knew you didn't have to?"

"You didn't?" You asked, a curious expression etched on your features.

He sighed loudly. Tonight was not the night he thought you'd try to creep up on his "tragic backstory" as you called it. He'd always shut you down when you brought it up, in one way or another.

"How many times have I told you? I was dying, Khonshu saved me, my servitude to him is how I repay that favor,"

"What would you do if he gave you the choice to be free?"

At first, it just seemed like any other question that you'd bombard him with. But as the gravity of what you asked hit him, he realized that he didn't have any actual answer for it.

He was so used to drowning in his unescapable fate to the point where he didn't know what he'd do if not for this. What did he have beyond this life?

"I'd get the hell out of here and start a bakery or something in France," He deadpanned, earning a soft chuckle from you.

That sound echoed inside him. It rippled through his mind like somebody was drenching his brain in dopamine. Only this time, he didn't mind snapping out of it. He was tired. He was truly tired. He had already used all of his energy making himself believe that you didn't affect him in any positive way.

"You're gonna do fine, okay?" He said finally, making you look back up at him.

"But what if I don't?" You immediately sat right up, your blanket falling to your lap. "Tomorrow, we've got one of the most important missions coming up, and I'm still terrible at watching my six, and my aim with the moon daggers still needs to be improved, and-"

"I'll be right there with you," Marc sat up straight too, losing his battle to cut her off and try to go back to sleep.

"Look, you lost focus for one moment the last time, it doesn't mean you don't know how to cover all sides. I wouldn't describe your aim as bad, considering I just watched you blind a guy who was 30 feet away from you using those little daggers," He said.

He was reassuring you. Well, this was new. New to both him and you. He didn't know where all of this was coming from, but he figured calming your nerves before a big mission was better than shutting you down and not helping you at all.

Marc studied the hard scowl that marked your face. He wasn't sure if you were listening to him as your eyes were trained on the floor.

"Either of us could die tomorrow, for all we know," You mused slowed.

"Well, that's the job. You keep on going till you either can't or die," Marc felt bad for you. To say all of this to someone who thought they were doing some good in the world was sad, to say the least.

"At least you'd be finally at peace if I die," You chuckled to yourself and plopped back down on your bed, twisting away and pulling the covers over your body.

Neither of you said anything after that. Marc remained the way he was- sat on his bed, his t-shirt clinging to his body. If you died. If you died, it would be his fault. He was responsible for you. He knew that, even though you've explained to him about a hundred times how that was not the case.

If you died, he'd be all alone, again. He was too engrossed in pushing you away and trying to take control of situations that he never thought about how his hauntingly lonely life turned upside down when you came into it.

And you think he'll be happy. It was a joke, Marc, he reminded himself, but something didn't sit right with him. Besides, wasn't he the one who constantly hinted that he would be better off without her nagging him all the time?

A gruesome image of your lifeless body lying on the floor, eyes staring off into the space crossed his mind for a flash second. Everything felt so stuffy all at once. The walls seemed to close in as he heard his heart thudding and his hard breath pounding in his ears. He brought his hands to his chest, trying to calm himself down. He knew what was happening, but didn't know why it was happening. He deals with death every day, it wasn't supposed to affect him this way.

Putting all his effort into getting up from the bed without breaking down, he made his way towards the door, grabbing his jacket, ignoring your concerned questions.

No, no, no. This was all wrong. His vision blurred by the pooling tears, he balanced himself by propping himself against the wall, still trying to move forward, trying to get away from the hotel room, trying to get away from you.

His insides twisted as his mind came up with new scenarios of him losing you one way or another, and he seemed to have no control over it.

He could see you staring at you, face masked by pure rage, moments before leaving him because you couldn't put up with his bullshit for one more second. The next second, he could see your disappointed stance as he yet again let you down. The next one was him failing to save you in a battle, and the next one you renouncing your position as an avatar and going away forever.

Hot tears now glistening across his cheeks, he finally made it out of the hotel and let the cold air of the night sting his skin. He gulped in the air. Steadying himself finally, he made sure he was able to breathe properly.

What the hell was that?

The feeling of tightness choking his guts didn't seem to go away, no matter how long he tried to get back to normal. He knew you knew better than to follow him outside. His personal space was something Marc made sure you understood and respected.

But still, looking beyond the fog of rules and past experiences, Marc wanted you to come to him. He wanted you to ask him what was wrong, like how you usually did when he got particularly cranky or irritable.

"Marc?" There it was. He wanted to let go, throw caution to the goddamn wind and crash into you, to hold you so tight and close to him till his mind and body realized that you were here, that he had you in his arms. He wanted to run his hands through your hair as he breathed you in. This was highly concerning and terrifying.

"What are you doing here?" His dagger-edged tone threw you nearly off guard.

"You just left without saying anything. Are you alright?" Your arms were crossed, trying to hide from the prickling chill. You apparently didn't take the time to wear more weatherproof clothes.

"I'm fine, just needed some air. You can go back in," he grumbled as he turned his back against you, facing the desolate road basking in the loneliness of the night.

You hesitated on your spot, deciding what to do before you finally shuffled back to the room. Marc let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

By the time he came back to his bed, you were already sound asleep, snoring away, your one arm tucked under your head and the other wrapped around your pillow, something his lingered on for a moment.

He didn't know what the hell just happened tonight, but it was dangerous. He was not gonna let it happen again, goddamit, he shouldn't let it happen again.

Suppressing his urge to take a look at you before going to sleep, he turned the other way and tried to fall asleep, going over tomorrow's plan for the mission over and over in his head.

-

Dealing with regular monsters, like predators and murderers was a pain as it was, but dealing with Egyptian sorcery and magic? It was double the pain. This time, Marc and you had to go against a rogue group of wizards who were intent on unleashing all the entombed Gods, forever doomed to be stuck in their ushabti. Who knows for what reasons they've been imprisoned in stone? What would happen if all of them unleash their wrath on the world?

Khonshu had warned them that they were an ancient, particularly nasty, and cunningly skillful bunch, and it was very much possible that they would've found loopholes around the special powers of an avatar's armor or suit.

Marc relied on the suit to keep you both safe while you both took down the bad guys, but if this time the bad guys disable the powers of the suit first, you both would be completely defenseless on the battlefield.

Even though you both had gone over the plan and came up with new ideas to tackle that icky problem, after yesterday night's little episode, the unsettling feeling never quite left Marc. Goddamit, the suit had one job: protect them, and even if that's taken away from them... If that's taken away from you.

And that's what happened to the both of you- the one thing he had hoped wouldn't happen. The healing powers of your ceremonial suit were disabled, and you both were left to fend for yourselves in the field, having nothing but your moon daggers and your sword.

It was all still a blur to him, the flashes of blinding light from the sorcerers' staffs and how nearly all of the Chamber of the Gods was in ruins now. He could see you looking back at him, a look of wonder and surprise blooming on your face when you realized that your plan had miraculously worked and you have somehow, amidst all this chaos and improvisation, won.

Your face was smeared with soot and blood from a few cuts. Your usually well-kept hair was sticking out in every direction and he noticed the fabric around your calf soaked in blood.

A proud smile adorning your bright face, you got up from where you were sprawled on the floor and didn't even take your giddy steps towards him before it happened.

During those moments when he felt like the world stopped as he watched you, only you, those moments when all his mind was asking him to do was to dash towards you and collect you in an embrace, with a force with which he's never held anyone in his life and press his lips upon your forehead and never pull back, he felt peace. He felt an unwavering sense of peace and relief like never before. But as he soon found out, the peace and relief were as short-lived as any other moment of happiness in his life.

The sound of metal piercing flesh flooded his senses. His body was too stunned to do anything, his frozen eyes watched as a silver blade penetrate your abdomen and pulled out immediately. He could see your body shut down, not knowing how to respond to the mind-numbing pain coursing through it.

And then he saw it. One of the sorcerers who he thought he killed was not quite as dead as he had calculated. With Marc's entire attention focused on you, he couldn't make out the bastard planning one final accursed move.

Time didn't make sense. Milli-seconds felt like hours churning together, pulling him and pushing him into various directions till his brain couldn't take it anymore.

"No!" He heard a scream rip through the air, a sound too heart-wrenching even for him as he saw you fall to the ground. His throat burned from the intensity, and so did his entire body.

You turned around, wide eyes meeting the man who had ruined the glory of the after-battle and probably ended your life. You couldn't scream, you couldn't yell, you couldn't feel anything but the burning pain engulfing all of your senses. You just wanted all of it to stop, all of it to end. At least it will be a quick death. You'd have died in battle.

Marc's body, acting before thinking, plunged into action. With all he's got, he sprinted forwards, his injured thighs and arms an inconvenience long forgotten. Grabbing a moon dagger from a corpse, he flung it right at the sorcerer, ending his sense of victory and his life, this time, for good.

Mind rushing lightyears per second, Marc knelt down beside you, raising your body to rest on his lap. He could feel your eyes travel across his face. His face. Scrunched up in an unbearable amount of pain, kept in lane by the disbelief of the turn of events. He could feel the hot liquid pouring out of his eyes and travel down, down, down, until they fell on your beautiful, beautiful face that looked unusually calm for a person who just got stabbed.

So elegant and heaven sent even on the verge of dying- No. NO!

"You're not dying, y/n, you're not dying, okay? I'm- I'm going to save you, it's going to be alright. You hear me? Khonshu's gonna come here any minute, fix you up till you're shining again, I'm not letting you go, you're gonna be fine, oh my God," He broke down into sobs, caressing your face.

God. Oh, God. For how long had he wanted to do that? But how did he end up doing it in the end? While you were dying?

"Marc," You whispered feebly, trying to reach up to his arms holding you. "Hey, it's gonna be alright. We're gonna be alright," You said, using the last ounce of your energy to stretch a smile for him. "Turns out I really had to work on covering my six."

Marc felt like his heart would collapse in on itself with the way it felt contracting inside his ribcage.

"Khonshu," It first came out as a collapsed breath.

"Khonshu!" Marc's roar tore through the room as a newfound rage coursed through every fiber of his being. This, all of this was his own fault, and it was Khonshu's fault.

Your vision lost focus as you were on the verge of slipping into an eternal slumber as Marc kept on clutching your arms and keeping your head still.

"Khonshu? Somebody, help! Anybody!?"

-

Hot burn of whiskey sliding down his throat, a cig carelessly dangling between his fingers, and his surroundings bubbling with people who were trying to escape their lives, to find a bit of solace in the omnipresent comfort of a bar, Marc felt like he fit right where he belonged.

He caught of glimpse of himself in the mirror. A guy he barely recognized anymore stared back at him. His unkempt and unruly curls fell in front of his face. He hadn't shaved in days. His eyes were tinged with a permanent red, either due to lack of sleep or haunting memories resurfacing at every turn. And without skipping a beat, any time any of that flashed in his brain again, he took a swing. It came to him as naturally as breathing these days.

Hours later, Marc had no option but to get out of the bar when the surprisingly kind host ushered him out.

Stumbling on forward, he finally found his way back to the small hotel he had been staying for a while. His feet dragged him forward, whiskey bottle in one hand, he would've made a true desperado.

But wait.

He could sense something was off before he even opened the door. Traces of the all too familiar lavender fragrance sparked up his senses as his drunkness gave way to his usual sharpness.

"Imagine my surprise when I found out that you are roaming the streets of London as a drunk rat instead of being a cozy little baker, running a successful bakery in France," Your voice, with what felt like a mocking amusement, flowed through the room.

Heaving a heavy sigh, Marc hoped you could see the way he was glaring at your silhouette.

"Just for how long did you think you could keep running?" You stepped away from the shadow.

"Till I died of liver cirrhosis?" Marc retorted snarkily as if his mind wasn't working on over-drive, pulling out memories he was drinking away to erase.

"Do not get sassy with me, Spector," You said through gritted teeth, moving in closer to him.

For the first time in a whole month, Marc saw you again, and this time, you weren't a hallucination or a nightmare. This time, you were standing in front of him, the real you, looking up at him with those wide eyes of yours, trying to find the answers to right about a hundred questions.

"God, do you know how worried I was? You couldn't have waited to take off before I even fully recovered?"

Your words did no more damage than freshly sharpened daggers piercing through him as they ripped open a new layer of guilt and pain.

"One day I wake up as usual in the hideaway cottage, still recovering from what should've been a fatal stab wound, and see Khonshu's bony beak staring right down at me, that in itself was a bad way to start the morning," You went off.

Marc knew better than to interrupt you, so he decided to use that time to wrap his mind around the fact that you were here, you came looking for him. You were worried.

This was exactly what he was afraid of. A myriad of emotions crashed against one another in his mind whenever you did anything, having to go through the confusion, pain, and guilt that came along with finally letting himself like you.

"And then he just tells me that you are no more his avatar and that you are gone for good, and that you asked him to tell me to not come after you! Pray tell me how I should've reacted to that when all I could feel was the blinding pain in my goddamn stomach!?" You were positively yelling right now as you started pacing around the room.

"What did you expect me to do? I couldn't stomach being around him for one more moment. It wasn't even him who saved you when you were dying. It was Tawaret! A Goddamn Hippo goddess who took pity on us and decided to help you because Khonshu left you to die!" Marc, though he knew he had no right to raise his voice, finally snapped back.

"Oh no no, screw you, you don't get to defend yourself after what you did," You laughed, not knowing how else to express all the pent-up anger and disappointment inside you.

Moments passed as both of you tried to take a grip on yourselves. If only he could explain what was going through his mind when he decided to leave at the exact time she needed him the most.

"Fine," You said. "I know you couldn't even look at Khonshu after what happened at the Chamber, but what about me? Was I too much of a burden to take care of that you had to bolt? You could've at least just told me-"

"Burden?" Marc was in utter disbelief. "Burden." He repeated again. "Is that truly what you think you were to me? You think that's why I ran"

"For one, I've always been a burden for you, haven't I? Your silent irritability never went unnoticed Marc. I was holding onto the hope that one day you might just come around and just see how hard I was trying to gain your trust and be your friend,"

"Secondly, that's exactly what I'm here for. Tell me, goddammit! Tell me why you left me all alone then! I needed you, Marc, and not just because I was recovering, I-"

Tears welled in your eyes as your words got caught in your throat. Marc felt his heart break into a million shards, eyes stinging as tears blurred his vision. This was all too much.

"You were never a burden to me, y/n," He choked back on his tears, trying to shuffle closer to you as he watched your body get stiff as he advanced.

"You deserved to have a partner who wasn't a fucking asshole like me. I should've- I should've been better. I shouldn't have kept pushing you away, made you think that I genuinely didn't like you when in reality, all of it was just to hide the truth-"

He was so close to you, close enough to feel your hot, labored breath. He could count the number of tears droplets resting on your lashes, plush lips parted in confusion.

Slowly caressing your cheeks with his thumb, he decided that fighting the tears threatening to spill was futile.

"I love you, y/n. I loved you since the moment you walked in my life," He smiled. What else mattered? He said it. The bell has been rung.

Taking your dumbfound moments to his advantage, Marc tried to compose all the rushing thoughts to say out loud to you. This was the end. Nothing mattered anymore, other than you being inches away from him.

"And God, I hated you too," He finally chose to say. "I hated how you affected me, I hated how I had to hate you in order not fall deeper for you. I hated that I had to convince myself to stay away to stop falling deeper into you,"

When you finally seemed to find control over your body, you reached up to his face and traced the lines across them as he closed his eyes at your mere touch.

"I hated that you never seemed to give up on me, as you should've done a long time back. No matter what, you were always there, bright-eyed and determined to make the world a better place."

"I was scared of you, y/n. I was fucking terrified," A chuckle forced its way out of his throat. "You were making me feel alive again, and there was nothing more dangerous and terrifying to a man like me than that. You made me want more, you made me hope that there could be a possible future with the two of us being happy together,"

"I ran away because every day I'd wake up and see you resting on the bed. You'd look so peaceful that it'd break my heart. That small window period when you were healing was when I stopped the act and started letting myself grow closer to you.

I didn't want to leave your side for a second. Every time you'd try to suppress a yell or a groan, I held your arms and asked you not to. I wanted you to give me the worst of it, but you being you, was intent on hiding all of your pain and not bothering me," He laughed.

"You'd think that a person who has seen nearly every horrible thing in life might not feel afraid of anything but- I ran because I was scared,"

"Why?" Was all you could ask, searching for something deeper in his eyes.

"Because everything I touch, I ruin. I couldn't bear to put you through the bullshit that comes along with being with me,"

"Just so you know, I was already putting up with all the bullshit that came along with being with you," You deadpanned, silencing him for a second.

"What could've happened if you'd told all of this to me instead of running away was that we could've saved a whole month of misery,"

"Y/n, you don't get-" Marc didn't get the chance to complete his sentence.

All his mind registered was you clutching his shirt collar and bringing him down to your face and pressing your lips hard against his. After months and months of him restricting himself from fantasizing about this moment, it was finally happening.

If he could ever describe the divine meaning behind life, he'd point to this exact moment in his life. The sweet, sweet realization that you wanted him back too, and the fear that came along with it. But none of the negative demons that ate away everything in his life mattered now. You were there in his arms, safe and sound. He was in your arms, held in a gentle embrace he's never known his entire life.

Pulling you in closer, Marc broke the kiss and rested his forehead on yours. "Never leave me," He said.

"Buddy, that's my line," You said followed by you both chuckling. "Marc, never, ever, leave me like that again, you understand?" Marc nodded into your neck, placing a soft kiss there.

Marc breathed you in, his mind diving deeper into an unknown peace that he never wanted to come out of.

"We'll work through all this, I promise you," He said, feeling braver than ever. He couldn't remember the last time he was ever this confident in his entire life.

"Who would've thought Marc Spector could actually be this vocal about his feelings, finally,"

"I think the alcohol might've played a tiny part in that," He chuckled, pulling you into a warm embrace and you both melted into each other.

Wherever this leads to, whatever happens, he was never letting go of you again, and he's never been more sure of anything in his life.

A/N : So, you've finally come to the end of this poorly written mess of a fic. Here, have a cookie :) I'd absolutely love to hear from you guys how this was! If you want to get added to my tag list, just comment or hit me up. Have a great night/day!

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alternate title: the 4 times i wanted to break up with draco malfoy. and the one time i did

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pairing: draco x reader

request: yes...almost a year late tho this has literally been sitting in my drafts since june

summary: draco malfoy is your boyfriend, but he has a funny way of showing it. the end is very “good for her” vibes. 

WARNINGS: themes of gaslighting, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, implied sexual content, explicit language. my loves, this is my take on draco as a little bitch of a controlling and toxic bf. so plz keep this in mind whilst reading

a/n: so i’ve sat on this request for a hot min. idk why i stopped writing it but i’m pretty sure i stopped bc i was like damn i did not need to go this hard on a request and put my whole drawlfussy into making draco a horrible human being fjkd;salf. this is the most negative portrayal of him on my blog. i am legally obligated to tell u that if any of this draco’s behaviors or sayings remind you of your partner i implore you to leave him/her. not to wax philosophical or anything but my last relationship was not super great and i left without getting to say anything that i rlly wanted to say to them. the ending is a bit cathartic for me as it’s everything that i wish i had a chance to do :) i hope u enjoy. 

wc: 5.6k

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She couldn’t believe that she used to like how it felt.

Her relationship with Draco started like a fairytale, like the beginning of a great romantic story that would make even the most seasoned rom-com writer swoon. Soulmates weren’t real, not to her knowledge, but somehow he was perfect for her. There were too many things that added up--like how they had the same lucky numbers, the same type of wand, the same way that they used their quill as bookmarks when one wasn’t available, the way he always managed to finish her sentences and guess what she was thinking…

They had been perfect together. At least, perfect enough during the first 3 months that she only took the mentions of Astoria with a grain of salt. It didn’t hurt that he sweetened every comparison.

“Wow,” he’d say as he looked down at the gift she brought him from Hogsmeade one weekend when he wasn’t feeling well, “No one has ever made me feel this way before. I mean, Astoria would just leave me alone when I was sick. She never got me anything. Thank you. For making me feel...special, I guess.”

He’d always press the pad of his thumb into her dimple and let her try on his rings that were far too big for him, bringing up how Astoria would always insist on him shrinking them to fit her. It always gave Y/N a little bit of an uneasy feel, but if Draco said that they were over, they were over. 

“Love, you have nothing to worry about,” he told her one day after she expressed her nervousness to him. “I told you. We’re completely over. Plus, she’s gone completely mad. Keeps sending me owls telling me how she can’t imagine herself with anyone else. It’s pathetic, really. You, on the other hand...well, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

She glowed up at him at the sound of this, filing away the note about Astoria owling him and instead basking in the joy of his praise. Y/N had never been with someone who saw her in such an amazing light. Draco Malfoy, the cold, sometimes cruel, aristocratic Slytherin somehow looked at her and decided that she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. And there was nothing that could feel as good as that.

It couldn’t get any better. So, naturally, it got worse.

I.

Y/N understood that Draco and Astoria had to spend at least some time together--they were both on the Slytherin Quidditch team and their families were very close--but it seemed to be getting excessive. 

“Listen, Y/N,” he said to her after she voiced her concerns once again. “There’s nothing going on between me and Astoria. You know that I can’t cut her off. She’s basically part of my family at this point.”

“I just don’t understand why you had to be alone in your room to study,” said Y/N, fighting back her tears as she sat cross-legged on Draco’s bed. “I don’t understand. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Her roommates were being loud and the common room was freezing,” he said as he searched for a sweatshirt in his drawer. “I know she’s worried about the Transfiguration exam. My family would disown me if they knew I didn’t offer my help and she failed.”

Y/N swallowed, allowing the silence to engulf them for a few seconds. 

“Draco?”

“What’s up?” He didn’t even bother to look in her direction.

“What did you tell Astoria when she sent you those owls after we started dating?” 

Draco ceased all movement for a second before resuming his search. “Er. I told her that if she didn’t respect our relationship we couldn’t be friends.”

“And did she? Respect our relationship?” 

He stood up suddenly, the drawer slamming shut. “Obviously. We’re friends now, right? What’s your point?”

“Nothing,” said Y/N. Why was he being so defensive all of a sudden? “I just realized we never talked about that is all. I never told you how much it hurt when she sent me that owl after you first asked me out calling me a rebound fuck or whatever. I wanted to clear things up.”

“Oh,” he responded. “Sorry. Glad I could clarify things for you.”

“Thanks.”

He leaned over to desk to grab his shower caddy full of his shampoo and various other toiletries before pausing. “But you know what? I get why you might be concerned about Astoria, or whatever, but do you have any idea how much it hurts for you to imply that I’m a shitty enough person to cheat on you? Especially when you’re still talking to Potter?”

“Whoa,” said Y/N. “What? He told me that he got into his dream medical program. That was it. That was all it was. We’ve hardly spoken since you asked me--”

“And what does ‘hardly spoken’ mean?” he spat, glaring at her from the desk. 

“As in we’ve had a few conversations,” said Y/N, staring down at her hands as her nails dug into her palms. “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you. They were nothing. He just said hi to me in the library once.”

“Good to see you so invested still in his career opportunities,” Draco drawled. 

“That’s not--”

“And now you’re going to deny it?” He scoffed. “Wow.”

She bit her lip as tears started coming to the surface. The guilt she felt for not telling Draco about the encounter in the library was quickly covering up any worry she had about Astoria. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say. I made a mistake, but I broke up with him a year ago.”

“I would be more inclined to take your apology seriously if you weren’t constantly trying to justify yourself,” he said. His composure was clearly regained. 

“I’m just trying to explain. I’m sorry. I understand where you’re coming from and I shouldn’t have done that.”

He sighed, keeping his eyes locked on her for a few seconds. “Okay. I think I need a little time by myself. Do you mind?” He sidestepped away from the door, tilting his head towards it.

“Oh.” Y/N wasn’t sure what she was expecting--maybe a hug from him, maybe make-up sex--but whatever it was, it wasn’t this. “For what it’s worth, I really don’t think you’re a shitty person. Or that you’re cheating on me. I just get nervous sometimes. And insecure. I’m sorry. I love you more than anything.”

He let out another deep exhale. “Thanks for listening. I’ll let you know when I feel comfortable talking again.”

“Wait. Are we breaking up?” Y/N asked, her voice becoming shrill at the end. 

He shrugged. “I’m not sure yet. I need to think.”

About what Y/N had to keep herself from saying to him. 

And thus concluded their first real fight. Y/N went and cried herself to sleep in her room, mostly out of confusion, while, from what she heard after the end, Draco and Astoria were seen chatting away the night in the common room.

II.

The second time was much more blood-boiling. Looking back on it, Y/N wished that she could throttle him then and there. But only hindsight is 20/20.

After making up, Y/N brought Draco a bouquet of flowers that she knew were his favorite after the Quidditch Match. He’d grinned down at her, sweeping her off her feet and peppering kisses around her cheeks. 

“Just who I wanted to see,” he crooned, setting her onto his bed and running his fingers through her hair. 

“Can we nap?” she asked, leaning into his touch. He beamed down at her, pulling her into a hug once again. THIS was the Draco she knew--not the one that exploded at her in his room the week before. He’d just had a bad week. 

“Of course.” He turned around to go fishing through his dresser again. She tried not to flinch at the memory of what conversation had ensued the last time she watched the scene before her. “Want a shirt?”

“Yeah.” She failed at holding back a giant grin. His shirts were always so soft and smelled like his cologne--a dead ringer for her Amortentia. 

Draco turned and tossed her a sweatshirt from the top of his dresser as he quickly changed into sweatpants. Y/N laid back in his bed, examining his room in the dim light. It was moments like these that she’d be willing to give everything for. Her boyfriend’s bed was so, so soft and the sweatshirt was so cozy. She felt the bed dip to her side and arms fold around her, pulling her into Draco’s warm chest. 

“I wish I could freeze this moment in time and live in it forever,” she whispered, letting her fingers trace up and down his chest as she felt it shake a bit with his laughter. 

“Me too.”

From her position, she had a perfect vantage point to look at the corkboard hanging over his desk. Out of sheer curiosity, she squinted at the notes pinned to it. As far as she could see, all the notes had some incredible sentimental value, whether it be from his mother or an artifact from a special day of his. A grin stretched across her face as she wondered if she’d be able to find one of the many notes she’d written to him pinned up. 

“What are you smiling about?” Draco teased, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. 

“Noth--” the words died on her tongue as her eyes locked onto the final note. The tell-tale fancy cursive and signature was most certainly not hers. But she knew whose it was. The nausea that followed was immediate. Why was he saving notes from her?

She squinted a little harder to make out what it said in the low lighting. 

“Dearest Draco,” it read, “My parents wanted me to send this fruit basket to you as a celebration for your final year at Hogwarts. I hope you know that we’ve always got your back. No matter what. Yours, Astoria.”

“Is something wrong?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing. He looked so concerned that Y/N thought that maybe telling him wouldn’t ruin the moment.

“I’m looking at your corkboard,” she told him, not trusting her voice not to shake. “And I’m seeing that you kept a note that Astoria wrote to you after we started dating. And you don’t keep any of mine.”

The energy immediately shifted as he sat up. “Are you actually serious?”

“Yes?” said Y/N, more confused than anything. “Can we please talk about this?”

“You know how it makes me feel when you imply that I’m cheating on you,” he said.

“I never said--”

“Then why bring it up?” he asked. “Honestly, at least she was never this sensitive. At this point it seems like you’re trying to get me to cheat on you.”

“Oh my god,” she said, pulling his covers off her and sitting up. “You’re seriously going to say that after you know how insecure she makes me feel?”

“Listen, Y/N,” he began, “If you’re not the type of girl who can handle my friendship with Astoria then that’s okay. But if that’s a deal-breaker I need to know now.”

“No! No, I want to be with you,” said Y/N, feeling her hysteria rise. “I respect it! Little stuff like this worries me, though, and I just want your reassurance. That’s all I want from you.”

“I shouldn’t have to justify what I keep on a corkboard,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “She’s just a family friend. It meant a lot to me to hear that from her and her family. I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of this. If you can’t deal with this, then just say so. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh.” Y/N swallowed, pulling her knees into her chest. Why was everything so confusing? When things were good, they were perfect. Astoria was just...a constant obstacle for her to overcome. But he was worth it. He was always worth it, and she would do anything it took to make things right again, even if it meant swallowing her feelings. “I’m sorry. I know I’m overreacting.”

He reached out to cup her cheek. “Hey. It’s okay. Thanks for telling me. I guess I’ll try and distance myself as much as I can. It might be hard though, you know. Just because of our family. I’m sorry if it’s not enough for you.”

“No, no, Draco.” The guilt flowed into her as she realized just how much of a problem she was causing over this. He never cared if she talked to any of her exes, and it wasn’t like she had strong family ties to them. “You don’t have to do that if it’s a hassle. I trust you. You’re enough for me as you are.”

I want to trust you she thought as she looked at the boy in front of her. I just don’t know if I can. 

III. 

The Yule Ball brought all sorts of festivities. Y/N felt her worries slip away as Draco asked her to the ball in extravagant fashion, filling her room with her favorite flowers and giving her a locket with their initials etched into it. His devotion to her was clear, and she felt it as he twirled her across the floor of the Great Hall.

“I’m so happy I got to spend this with you,” she whispered to him as she rested her head on his shoulder while they swayed. “And I’m so excited to spend the holidays together.”

“Believe me, me too,” he whispered back, spreading out his fingers on her back to hold her a bit closer. “You look beautiful.”

“I couldn’t let you blow me out of the water now, could I?” she teased, relishing in the feel of his smile forming. 

“You mean the world to me, I hope you know that,” he said a few beats later. “I’d do anything for you.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course, love.” He pulled away to frown down at her, his eyebrow slightly furrowed. “Is something wrong?”

Y/N sighed. She couldn’t pretend the be the perfect girlfriend any longer when this was eating her alive. “It’s just...I saw you and Astoria together at the Three Broomsticks.”

All the softness immediately disappeared from Draco’s face. “We were just going over Quidditch strategy for our next game.”

“But why with her?” she asked. “She’s two years younger. Why don’t I ever see you talking to Pucey? He’s the one who’s going to be captain when you leave.”

“She wanted extra coaching.” His voice was flat. “You know my family will be angry with me if I say no to that.”

“But we were supposed to go on a date that day!” she exclaimed. 

They’d stopped dancing, and Draco finally let go of her and stepped back. “It was a family thing. Don’t make this a bigger deal than it actually is. You always do this. Can you please just let this be a good night for us?”

“Excuse me?” she hissed, feeling her cheeks grow red. “Maybe you shouldn’t blow off your girlfriend to go out for drinks with your ex.”

“I told you,” he began waspishly, “She’s a family friend. She’s hardly my ex. Either way, you’re being completely ridiculous and you’re embarrassing me. I think it’s best that we spend the holidays separately.”

And with that, he left her alone in the middle of the dance floor. 

IV.

Dearest Y/N,

I’ve been thinking of you this holiday season. I really miss you. It seems like it’s been forever since I’ve gotten to see you. I’m sorry that we weren’t able to spend the holidays together. At the time, I thought I needed the space, but now I really regret it. I know I’ve been reactive lately. I’ve just been stressed. I’ve been such a shitty boyfriend to you, making you worry like this. I love you, Y/N, and I can’t wait to see you this January. There’s a package with this letter. I hope it made it to you. Wear it and think of me, will you, love? I annotated a few of the books I sent you, too. I am seeing if I can come visit this weekend if my schedule allows it.

Yours forever, Draco

Y/N sighed as she ran her fingernail over the stones of the choker he’d given her. The diamonds glittered under her fingertips. It was a beautiful, beautiful gift. He had included a few wizarding books—one on herbology, something he knew she liked, and another contemporary fiction book that all of her friends were talking about. She glowed at the thought that he was paying such close attention to what she liked. This was what made all the pain worth it, she thought, as she gazed lovingly at the note in her hands. He loved her. He was right, she had nothing to worry about. She was choosing to trust him, like you did in any healthy relationship. 

Seeing him later that week made her heart skip a beat. Her parents had left for dinner, leaving her and Draco to have some privacy. She leapt into his arms moments after he’d stepped out of the Floo. 

“Hiiii,” she said, pressing kisses into his neck. She could feel his smile.

“Hiii,” he echoed. “How have you been?”

“I’ve missed you more than anything,” she admitted, bouncing once on her bed as she sat down. “I have so much to tell you. I want to hear all about your winter break first, though. How was Christmas?”

“It went well,” he said, walking over to her bookshelf. “It was great to catch up with Edward. He and Father argued the entire night over the credibility of Rita Skeeter’s work—”

“Wait,” she said, sitting up ramrod straight. He turned to her, his eyebrows raised. “Edward? Like, Edward Greengrass?”

“Yeah, the Greengrasses were there,” he said slowly, a frown forming on his face. 

“I didn’t know about that. Why didn’t you tell me?”

He sighed. “Love, I did tell you. I guess you weren’t listening. Or you just don’t remember. Your memory has never been the best, has it?”

Y/N swallowed, racking her brain for any remembrance of that mention. She came up with nothing. Had she really just…forgotten? No, she wouldn’t have forgotten about that. “Oh. I guess I don’t remember.”

Draco’s smile was strained. “I see the books I sent you on your bookshelf already. Did you get through them that fast? I know you only put them there if they’re finished.”

“Oh, no, I’m still getting around to them,” she said, reassurance flooding her once again at the feeling of being recognized.

“Oh.” Draco went silent.

“Is there something wrong, love?” she asked, leaning forward so she could see his face better. He was wearing a deadly serious expression. 

“No, it’s nothing. It’s fine,” he said, running his fingers through his hair. “I just…I spent a lot of time annotating those for you. I just hope you actually get around to reading them. I know you have a habit of just forgetting about them.”

“No, Draco, they’re on my list!” she said, trying desperately to lighten the mood. “I promise I’ll get around to reading them. They made my week. Thank you.”

“If you say so.”

“Anyway,” rambled Y/N, “I’ve been dying to tell you something. I’ve come to the decision that I want my concentration to be on Potions and Arithmancy. I wrote to Snape over the break, and he told me that my plan would be excellent if I wanted to go into healing. Isn’t that great?”

“Yeah, yeah, definitely.”

“You don’t seem like you agree.”

Draco dropped his hands to his side in a dramatic swoop. “I’m sorry. I’ll try and be more enthusiastic. It just seems like a lot for you, you know? Like, you’re a History girl and you always have been. Why do you want to go into healing? You don’t have the skills for that. Most future healers start helping Madame Pomfrey by second year.”

“I know I don’t have experience in healing,” she said, deflated. “But Snape told me that my grades were exemplary and that he’d be willing to write a stellar recommendation to the program of my choice—”

“Ok, ok, I’ll shut up,” he said, holding his hands up in a surrender. “I’m happy for you, doll. Even if I don’t agree with your career choices.”

Y/N’s mouth felt dry as he came down to kiss her forehead. Something felt horribly wrong within her, like she was homesick. But she was in her childhood bedroom, with the love of her life—there was nowhere more like home. 

I.

She had to be dreaming. She had to be dreaming. There was no other reason as to why she could clearly see Draco and Astoria studying together in the library, Astoria giggling while Draco threaded his fingers through her hair. Especially after Draco had owled her, telling her he didn’t feel well enough to walk around the school grounds with her like they’d planned. 

Fueled by nothing but rage, she approached the table. “Draco,” she said, nodding a greeting to Astoria. The girl seemed unbothered by her presence, turning to give Draco the slightest eyebrow raise.

“Y/N, how good to see you,” she said, sending her a little wave. 

“Do you think you could go? I need to speak to Draco. Alone.”

They shared glances. “I’m sorry love, we really need to get this project done for her Runes class,” explained Draco.

“She can do it herself, I’m sure,” she said. 

“Sorry, doll, but she can’t. I gave her my word that I would help her.”

“Like you gave me your word that we’d go on a walk together?”

He shrugged. “I caught a chill. I didn’t think I could handle the winter air. I’ll come by your room after. It’ll only be a bit longer.”

Stunned, Y/N stared at him. Draco gazed back, his face devoid of any concern. “Er, right then. I’ll see you later.”

The homesickness was coming back, full force, like she wanted to vomit. But more pronounced than that was her fury. How dare he lie and cancel on her? How dare he snap at her for having one conversation with Harry when he turned around and did that with Astoria?

Y/N skipped dinner waiting for Draco to come by her room. One hour passed, then two, then three. It was just past curfew when a knock finally sounded at her door.

“Come in,” she said. Draco opened the door, stepping in. 

“Sorry for the wait,” he said briskly, setting his satchel on her chair. It occurred to her that he hadn’t even had the chance to stop by his room to drop his things off. He’d been with Astoria the entire time. “We ran into a bit of a snag with the—”

“I don’t care about the fucking project, Draco,” she said, her voice cracking. “I need to talk to you about this. I was okay with you being friends with Astoria. I was fine with you keeping contact. But I’m not okay with you lying to me—”

“I have never lied to you about Astoria. Stop overreacting,” he snapped. It was like another person had possessed the sweet Draco that was her boyfriend, any semblance of affection leaving his expression. “Don’t you ever try to blame me for the fact that you have a piss poor memory.”

“I don’t understand!” Y/N cried out. “I don’t understand why you insist on prioritizing Astoria over me but then blow up when I so much as look at Harry—”

“That’s different,” he interrupted. “You know it’s different. We’ve been enemies for years. You have to understand—”

“I’ve tried to understand,” she said. “I’ve tried so, so hard. You don’t even know how much I’ve tried to twist these situations around to make sense. But I’m tired of it, Draco. I wish I could just trust you. I can’t.”

He scoffed. “Are you seriously going to break up with me over this? That’s ridiculous and you know it.”

“Of course I’m not—”

“You are so ungrateful sometimes,” he continued, cutting her off. “Most people wouldn’t put up with this kind of bullshit accusatory behavior from their partner. Grow up, Y/N.”

“Ok.” She looked down at her palms, interlacing her fingers together for the much needed strength. “Ok. If I’m so ungrateful and such a pain to be around, then you don’t have to be anymore. Consider it done. We’re over.”

Draco froze. “Um, sorry. What did you just say?” 

“I said,” she began, fighting back the tears that were welling up in her eyes, “We’re over. I can’t do this anymore.”

His mouth shut, his face void of any further emotion. “Oh. Well, I think you can. You just don’t want to.”

“What I want is for you to leave,” said Y/N. “I want to go to bed.”

He spared her one last glance before yanking his satchel off the chair and slamming her door shut. 

~ 

She wasn’t sure what she expected from Draco. Maybe a bouquet of flowers, an elaborate apology, or a knock at her door at 3am to reveal a sobbing and heartbroken version of her now ex-boyfriend. What she wasn’t expecting was nothing except for the sight of Draco and Astoria together everywhere. He didn’t give her a second glance, just flouncing past her.

That was all before Astoria met half-Veela Beauxbatons transfer Hugo and left him in the dust. There was a sort of morbid pleasure in seeing Draco sit at the breakfast table alone, glowering over his toast. 

“Y/N,” said a familiar voice behind her. 

“Oh, hi, Harry,” said Y/N, turning around on the bench to see him. Harry looked somewhat concerned, his messy brown hair looking more ruffled than usual. 

“Can I sit?”

“Yeah, yeah sure.” Y/N couldn’t help but feel the pang of guilt at seeing one of her oldest friends sit next to her for the first time in almost a year. After she began to date Draco, she tried her best to avoid Harry to keep Draco from getting upset. She wasn’t quite sure how to even begin apologizing for what had happened.

“I heard about you and Draco,” began Harry, picking a crumpet off of her plate and buttering it. The familiar, friendly motion almost brought tears to her eyes. “I want to say I’m sorry. I know we haven’t been the closest lately, but I noticed you become a lot more reserved while you were with him. I don’t know the extent of which he caused that, but I hope you’re feeling better now.”

To her horror, a sob began to climb in her throat. Without knowing what else to do, she launched herself forward, throwing his arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry, Harry,” she mumbled into his shoulder. “I’m sorry for cutting you off. Draco—”

“I assumed he had something to do with it,” said Harry, patting her back awkwardly. “It’s really okay. You’re here now, yeah? Let’s start over. Friends again?” 

“Let’s.” She sat back up, wiped her eyes, and managed a watery smile. “I missed you, Harry. You’ve always been my best friend. I’m sorry I haven’t been yours lately.”

“For our debut back into society, do you want me to hex Malfoy’s balls off or something?” asked Harry casually, spreading jam onto her crumpet.

“Harry…”

“Now that I’m into the healer program, he can pay me to fix them in a couple of years,” he said.

“Did I tell you?” She grinned at him. The sick, homesick curdling in her stomach had vanished. “I think I want to apply to the healer program, too.”

Harry’s smile got even wider. “No way. You’d be great at that, Y/N. Snape likes you, too. You’ll definitely get in.”

Harry had been right. A month after she had ended things with Draco, her acceptance letter had come. It was all her friends could talk about. News apparently had gotten around to her Slytherin friends, too, as that night she heard a knock at her door.

“Come in,” she said.

Draco stepped in, looking somewhat uncomfortable. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi, Draco. Can I help you?’ She thought that when she saw him again, she’d feel regret. Looking at him now, though, she felt nothing. 

He cleared his throat. “I just wanted to say congratulations on your acceptance to the healer program. I knew you could do it. I’ve always believed in you, you know.”

She watched, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Thanks.”

“Also, I wanted to give you this.” Draco set a box down onto the desk. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, love, and I’ve realized that what I did wasn’t right. I didn’t listen to you and I regret that every day. You’re amazing. You’ve always been too good for me, which is why I feel so unworthy asking this of you.”

“Asking what?”

“I want to get back together,” he said, crossing the expanse of her room in a few steps and clasping her hands. “I can’t imagine being with anyone else. You’re the one for me, and I know that you feel the same way.”

She pulled away from him. “No.”

“Why not?” 

“Because our relationship wasn’t healthy, Draco. You weren’t good to me.”

“I…” He ran his fingers through his hair. He was stressed. He hadn’t prepared this far, Y/N noted. “I know, love. And I’m sorry about that. But when things were good they were great, weren’t they? Remember how great things were for the first few months? We could have that again.”

“You hurt me, Draco. That’s a risk I’m not willing to take again.”

“But think of how amazing we were together,” he said. “And we have a chance to do that again. But only if you give me another chance. What do you think?”

“What do I think?” Y/N stared at him for a few moments. “I think the trajectory of our relationship was concerning. It was controlling, unhealthy, and borderline abusive. I would have to be mad to put myself through that again.”

“But I want to change for you. You know me, love. You know I’m a good person. I want to be better for you. I’m capable of it. I’ll cut Astoria off. I won’t ever speak to her again.”

“I don’t think you’re a good person,” said Y/N, her voice cracking. “I didn’t realize that until after I ended things, but you’re not. If you really were one, you wouldn’t need me to end things before you had the magical ability to defy your parents’ wishes and cut off Astoria. No, if you had loved me independently of what I offered you, you wouldn’t have been so peeved by the parts of me that weren’t of your choosing. A good person wouldn’t treat me like that. You did.”

He scoffed. “Is that seriously how you see me?”

“Yes. Unlike you, I don’t lie.”

Draco straightened before grabbing the jewelry box off of her desk. “Forget it. I don’t know why I bothered. You were always a rebound. You know that, right?”

“I’m sorry for you,” she said suddenly. 

“I’m sorry for you,” he fired back. “Imagine how pathetic it is to be someone’s rebound.”

“No, that’s not why I’m sorry.” She met his eyes. “Draco, the 6 months I spent with you were the most unhappy months of my life. You sucked the life out of me. But I got to leave. I only had to waste 6 months of my life dealing with your fuckery and your inability to genuinely love other people. But you? You’re stuck with it. You have to live with that for the rest of your life. So, yeah, I’m sorry. It must be sad to be you.”

He slammed her door. 

Time passed quickly. Her short relationship with Draco drifted into the past. By graduation, she was so focused on planning for the healer program that he hardly ever crossed her mind. But that summer, when the annotated book that he’d written her was left on her bed, halfway finished as she’d left it in January, a sort of bittersweet anger washed over her. She opened it up to the very last page to see a long letter he’d written her that she’d never read, depicting how much he’d adored her and how much he’d loved her.

She sat on her bed, the annotated book pressed into her chest as she stared up at the ceiling. Did he ever even mean those words? Were they just hollow? Was she ever more than just a rebound fuck? 

But beyond all of that anger she felt for him, there was always an underlying sense of love. It didn’t matter how he felt. What mattered was that she had truly loved him.

Her fireplace roared to life as it was charmed to at 10 every evening, making her jump. After one last glance at the novel in her hands, she tossed it into the flame. 

She remained awake, watching until every page was reduced to ash. Then she slept.

final a/n: ooh! i almost forgot to mention. shoutout to my ex gf, the only woman i would ever consider calling a c*nt. i wish i’d had the chance to! this one goes out to u girl, thank u for being my muse <3