#once again trying to write something small and instead i end up writing a bloody novel

[hikarry]

In the 1800's, if you wanted to contact someone, you had these handy little things called "letters" that you would write with pen and paper, stuff it into an envelope and send it through the mail. Most of them arrived at their destination, but not all. Accidents happen. Parcels get lost.

But even before the 1800s, for many many centuries at that, an angel and a demon exchanged correspondence frequently. Most of them filled with code words that would be but a string of nonsense in case someone intercepted them. All in the name of strategy. If the wrong eyes landed on those writing, they would be way more than just "in trouble". They would be utterly fucked. So secrecy was key and had been since around 1020 when the Arrangement began.

Even with the danger looming over him, the angel couldn't help but keep some of the letters his correspondent sent him through the millenia, all of them now stuffed into two drawers of his desk in his bookshop. The spidery and pointy handwriting was clearly different from his and, if found, they would arouse certain suspicion, but he just couldn't help himself from time to time. It was either because of a word, a sentiment. A letter after they've seen each other with a joke or something surely unintentionally poetic. He couldn't burn those. He didn't dare.

The angel was used to hear from the demon at least once a month for the last roughly 8 centuries. But, suddenly, that steady flow was cut after a confrontation in St. James Park at the end of the century. For almost a century, the angel got the fine amount of 0 letters from the one he expected to hear from the most. Yes, one of the last things he had told his companion was that he didn't need him, but that wasn't quite true now, was it? Truthfully, he didn't NEED him, per se, but he wanted him around. He missed him for as much as he tried to distract himself with his new human companions.

For the first 2 decades after the incident, the angel was still upset over the whole argument, so he forced himself to go out and meet new people. His ink and papers only used for reports to Heaven or other matters to do with the bookshop. And one Oscar Wilde.

But soon his result started to waver. He started questioning if everything was alright with the demon. If something had happened to him these past decades. He found his mind wandering towards the demon more and more often.

Around 1890, the angel sat on his desk, got hold of some paper and a pen, and started writing. That first letter was a long one. About 3 pages. A lot of time had passed by, and he had a lot to say. Yet, when he put down the pen, he put the paper inside an envelope and burned it.

He was being a fool. If the demon wanted to regain contact, he would have reached out by now. He was probably busy being a menace to society, causing chaos and mayhem and fraternizing with whatever friends he apparently had. He didn't need Aziraphale. So Aziraphale didn't need him.

That train of thought fed him for 3 more years. In 1893, his mind started plaguing him again, and before he knew it, he once again sat at the desk, a letter half written in front of him in his pristine handwriting. This time, when he finished, he stuffed the letter in a random drawer of his desk and pretended nothing whatsoever had happened. But then he wrote another. And another. And another.

Suddenly, it was 1915, and he had a whole box of unsent letters. With the war igniting in Europe, his worry grew. He had been sent to France as a medic to help the Ally troops and report on the state of humanity to Heaven. The Lord knew where Crowley could be. Maybe back in England, completely removed from this situation. Or maybe on the other side of the fence, wearing a German uniform by Hell's command, dodging bullets, and starving in the trenches - not that he needed to eat.

Aziraphale kept writing letters and started sending some of them to Crowley's flat back in London, but he did not once get a response. His spirit tried to convince him it was because the demon still didn't want contact, but his gut pushed him to imagine more dire reasons.

The war eventually ended, and, back in London, Aziraphale kept writing and sending some of the letters. At the start of 1919, the letters started returning to him, impossible to be delivered. He tried 4 letters, and every single one returned to his address with a stamp of "No Reception" in red across the desired address. Again, his mind started coming up with less than ideal scenario: the best of them was that Crowley had left London or England entirely and moved somewhere else. The worst was the scenario of discorporation. If that had happened, God only knew how long it would take for Crowley to get a new corporation. Heavens, maybe he had been called back to Hell all together, and he wasn't coming back. And the last thing the angel had told him was that he didn't need him. What an idiot.

Aziraphale finally stopped writing. It wasn't worth it without knowing where Crowley was.

By the time the Second World War began, he was feeling rather more lonely and adrift than he imagined he ever would. To keep his mind occupied, he joined forced with the Secret Services to catch some group of Nazis that was reigning avoc in the streets of London, leaving trails of corpses behind. That operation left him with very little time to think or wonder.

Never in a million years, he would have expected to see the demon again sauntering down a church's isle, coming to his rescue. Much less for them to fall so easily into their normal banter as if the last century of silence hadn't happened whatsoever.

Crowley was alive. In London. Sitting next to him as they drank Châteauneuf-du-Pape at candle light. It almost felt absurd.

"I wrote to you." Aziraphale found the courage to murmur, glass of wine a few centimeters from his lips.

"Ah. Yeah. I know." The demon took a large sip of his drink, finishing the glass and reaching out for the bottle to top it again.

"You never returned them."

Crowley was silent for a while, watching the wine as it filled his glass.

"I was sleeping."

The angel almost felt like laughing. Right. It wasn't the first time he had pulled one of those long naps. The 14th century came to mind.

"At some point they started returning to me without being delivered."

Crowley moved on his seat, somewhat uncomfortable.

"I woke up in 1914. A few months after the war began. Joined the British Intelligence."

"You're still in the British Intelligence." The demon nodded. "Don't they find it weird you don't age?"

"Nah, they think Anthony J. Crowley is Anthony Crowley's son. That's why I added the J."

Aziraphale hummed, taking a sip of his drink.

"That still doesn't explain why the letters returned."

"At the end of the war, I had to change flats. I would guess that's why."

Silence fell between them, both looking down at their respective glasses.

"So...you did see the letters when you woke up in 1914."

"...I did." Aziraphale nodded. His question quite obvious. "I read them. All of them. Took them with me to the new flat. They are hidden in a box in one of the kitchen cabinets behind some bottles of Sherry." Crowley was rambling, trying to avoid the real question. They both knew that. "...you had 60 years to process what happened. I was sleeping. When I woke up, it was like it all had happened yesterday." He tapped his fingers on the table. "I didn't know what to say. What to think. I wasn't ready." Slowly, he slid his hand through the table, getting closer to Aziraphale's hand. Almost touching. "I'm sorry." Those words were surely new on his vocabulary. Maybe they were more drunk than Aziraphale thought.

"Why now?"

Crowley chuckled, taking his hand away to hold his glass once again.

"I heard through the grapevine about a Soho bookseller wrapped around some Nazi business. I don't know if you've noticed, but, at the moment, you are the only bookseller in Soho." The demon took his eyes away from the wine and finally looked at the angel, meeting his eyes already looking back. "As I said, I didn't want to see you embarrassing yourself."

Aziraphale offered him a soft smile.

"Are you sure I can't thank you for the timely rescue?"

"Better not."

Letters stopped being necessary. Now, there were these crafty things called telephones, and they exchanged numbers. The regular meetings started up again, up until the early 60s, but that's a story for another time.

[snail-migraine]

ooooh! Could you do something for Elliott from Stardew Valley? Or perhaps Mr. Qi? Elliott’s my favourite character, but Mr. Qi has that “omnipotent stalker with a weird sense of humour” vibe that would fit perfectly.

Thanks in advance!

Ooh, okay! As much as I think Mr. Qi is the most likely out of everyone in the cast to become a yandere, I can't help but that I just wanna cuddle a delusional yandere Eliott. Thanks for the Ask btw!

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Anon Yan 💌‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Yandere Elliott

I feel like Elliott is the delusional stalker type.

Like when he and the farmer (aka you) first meet it's love at first sight for him.

He's been in a creative rut for so long, bored out of his mind and replaying the same words over and over again in his mind.

He heard about the new farmer coming into town from Leah, and thought nothing of it really. It wouldn't effect him and his work.

Oh how wrong he was. From the moment Elliott met you the man became a simp.

He watched you run around town foraging for anything good to sell, he always admired how keen your eye was for the little berries that'd grow in the bushes and the flowers nobody thought to pick.

He looks at you like you hung the stars and the moon in the sky. Like you've moved the heavens and the earth to make space just for him and his little whimsical fantasies. And in a sense you kinda did.

After all, it was you who brought him out of the bored gloom he'd had been living in for the past months.

So it'd only make sense that you'd become his one and only muse.

The man could write thousands of sonnets and haiku's in your name. He hasn't gotten that far yet, but he's getting closer everyday.

He's sickly sweet, that lovey-dovey puppy-dog expression crosses his face whenever he so much as thinks about you. [Which is all the time btw]

He is totally and completely enamored with you, fallen for you like a fish falls for the bait. Which is unfortunate for him as you don't seem to have fallen for him.

But it's fine! Maybe you're just shy, that's okay, he'll just need to be a little more forceful in his affections.

"Darling! There you are. I have been looking all over for you. Come along now, I have made another poem for you to read. It'll be wonderful."

Which doesn't work...in fact it seems to make you even more reserved.

But thats okay to! You guys will work on that together.

He just keeps on pushing and pushing and pushing, and it never seems to stop.

It isn't until you blow up on him, calling him a creep, that he backs off. But only for a little bit.

He see's this as just a small argument between you guys, it'll pass over in a few days once you cool down.

But then he see's you talking to Sebastion in the saloon. You twirling your hair between your fingers, laughing at his jokes, blushing when he gets a little too close for comfort, and looking up at him with sweetest expression he's ever seen from you.

For the first time in a long time, Elliott feels rage. And not the normal kind, oh no no no, I mean blinding rage.

The kind that makes you act on your violent thoughts. Which is exactly what Elliott ended up doing.

In a flash he's on Sebastion, beating the poor boy within an inch of his life.

The other people at the Saloon try to stop the raging Elloitt, but all of the get knocked on their ass and get to scared to do anything.

Once Elliott was done with Sebastion, he turned to look at you. No longer did he look at with that sweet puppy-dog face, no instead his eyes were filled with nothing but apathy as he grabbed your chin with his bloody thumb and directed you to look at the dead body of your best friend.

"Look at what you've caused dear. This is what happens when you try to make me jealous."

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

could you do please number 18 for the prompts you posted?

I absolutely love everything you write. I've even read a lot of your Star Wars fic and ive only actually seen a couple of the star wars movies 🤣🤣 you are just such a gifted writer!

i went a bit AWOL on this and it got away from me! i call this…jily-adjacent??? hope you don't mind, anon! x

from these prompts

“This is ridiculous.”

“I’m beginning to think you’re not enjoying this quality time as much as I am, Evans.”

Lily rolls her eyes, even though he can’t see her through the door. “You know,” she grunts, pulling the skirt up, and smoothing her top down over the hem, “most people opt to go out for a pint or something.” She appraises herself in the tall mirror, then swings open the door to the dressing room. “Just posing an alternative for the future.”

Sirius grins at her. “Don’t act like you didn’t love picking the outfit I’m likely to die in.” He motions for her to turn around and tugs at the skirt, clicking his teeth with the same disappointment he’s shown at the last several options.

She sighs and walks back over to the rack, grabbing the next choice: a midi-length black dress, with puffed sleeves that make her think of her great-grandmum.

“God, this is awful,” she says, pulling it off the hanger.

“In case you’ve forgotten, Evans,” Sirius says, taking the dress from her hands and holding it up in front of her, “you’ve removed ‘going out for a pint’ from the equation for us.” He pokes at her stomach as he turns to put the dress back up on the rack.

Lily smiles automatically at the reminder of what Sirius declared to be the ‘only good fucking news since fucking Hogwarts’ when she and James finally told him last week. She pops back behind the dressing room door, making quick work of the skirt and shirt ensemble, and pulls her own jumper and jeans back on. The jeans feel tighter today than usual, and she wonders if it’s because of the baby or if she’s just imagining things.

“Anyway,” Sirius says, from outside the dressing room, “maybe we should just try some Muggle shops. This place isn’t doing it for me anymore.”

Lily snorts as she pushes back through the doors, once again in her own clothes. “We’re going to the bloody Malfoys’,” she says, lowering her voice. “If we show up in Muggle clothes, we’ll be murdered in the entryway.”

“Excuse me,” Sirius says with a haughty sniff, flicking his hair over his shoulder, “but please don’t speak about my delightful family like that.”

The witch who offered to assist them earlier, before Sirius more or less told her to shut up and leave them alone glares at them from the desk, clearly annoyed that they’re still there and haven’t bought anything yet.

Lily turns back to watch Sirius as he pulls another dress from a nearby rack, frowning as if its existence has deeply offended him. “If the charms wear off and we end up looking like ourselves, who do you think they’re likely to kill first?” she asks.

“Still you,” he says with a regretful sigh. “It’s just such a shame you’ve committed the heinous crime of being born, Lily Potter.”

Sirius and Lily continue to scan the small shop for a dress that could work, but every time Lily finds something remotely bearable, Sirius shoots it down with a comment about the hemline being wrong for her body type or how the style is too 1977.

At Lily’s huff of frustration, Sirius shrugs. “If you just wanted someone to smile and say you look pretty, you should have brought James.”

“Yeah, because he’d love the reminder that we’re going on this mission without him.”

“I tried to get him instead of you,” Sirius reminds her. “Moody said Prongs doesn’t look as good in a dress. Something about the legs.”

“Just find me a dress, Black.”

“What shade of blond?” he asks, referring to the assortment of charms they’ve settled on for their disguises. “Platinum or more of—”

“Why does it matter?”

He affords her the same look of annoyance he’s reserved for the clothes up to this point in their outing. “It’s basic colour theory, Evans.”

She rolls her eyes, but replies, “Like a…honey colour?”

He nods and continues flicking through the hangers. “Speaking of Prongs,” he says, without looking at her—and they weren’t just speaking of him, so Lily knows whatever he’s about to say has been on his mind for a while.

“Yeah.”

“I’ve got some orders.”

“Orders,” Lily echoes, lifting an eyebrow.

He still doesn’t turn to look at her. “If things go tits up, at the Malfoys’, you’re getting the fuck out of there.”

Lily frowns. “Not with—”

“No way, Evans. You’ve—” He turns around now and leans against the rack. “If you wanted to play the hero, you should have thought about that before you got yourself knocked up, alright?”

Lily's brows knit together, and a flicker of irritation sparks in her eyes. “Don’t be so—”

“Obviously, I’m buzzing about the baby! So is Prongs. He—well, Merlin, you don’t need me to tell you. You have to live with the git. But come on, Evans, you can’t be stupid anymore.”

“Stupid anymore?” she bites out. The witch at the desk glances up from her magazine again, but Lily doesn’t care. She steps closer to Sirius, dropping her voice dangerously low. “You and my husband can both fuck off with whatever that is. And I think it’s pretty rich that you and him, of all people, have devised a plan for me to be less stupid, when you two have a patent on the personality trait.”

Sirius laughs loudly, throwing her off kilter. He pats her cheek. “Never change, Evans.”

“What is wrong with you?” she demands.

“Don’t you think,” he says, watching her with a smirk, “that maybe there’s a reason you ended up with Prongs? That you ended up with all of us, really? That maybe it’s not because you even us out and curb our rebellious tendencies, but maybe—just maybe, you’re a little reckless and impulsive, and yeah, a little stupid, too?”

She sputters. “That’s not—”

“If you weren’t,” he continues, still grinning, “my telling you—a woman carrying a literal child in her uterus—to get the hell out of dodge when curses start flying at the Malfoys’ wouldn’t be so personally offensive. In fact,” he tilts his head, “it would probably just seem like common bloody sense.”

Lily opens her mouth to continue to argue with his ridiculous line of logic, but he holds up a hand to stop her as he pulls a deep purple dress from a rack. He holds it against her and smiles widely. 

“This is the one, Evans,” he says with certainty.

She examines it sceptically. “Are you sure? Isn’t it a little—”

He scoffs loudly. “Lily,” he groans with indignation. “Please buy this bloody dress. Your wedding dress was literally horrid and if you’d just asked me, you could have avoided—”

“Oh my God, okay!”

[findafight]

Au idea I'll probably never write:

Steve as seven au, BUT he escapes at the same time as El in season 1. They get separated after Benny's, when seven tells eleven to run and definitely kills a couple government agents to give her more time.

So the a plot of will being missing and Mike finding El? Standard canon except El is ALSO looking for her brother and is worried about him. She sees that he's mostly safe and tries to help find will but also insists she go to her brother soon.

B plot of barb and Nancy...idk I haven't really thought about how that'd work without Steve's kickback. Maybe they go to a party (like actual party not the five person hangout) together and get separated and no one notices barb disappear from the edge of the lawn. Idk

The C plot is seven, kinda bloody and definitely cold, wandering out into the middle of the street, and one Robin Buckley almost running him over with her bike. She immediately clocks "guy who seems pretty fucked up" about him, and offers him a ride to her house. But Robin has never been the most coordinated of people and biking with a(admittedly probably too skinny) teenage boy sitting in her package rack is hard, and combine that with a guy driving like the devil's after him, they end up swerving of the road.

Eddie steps out, apologizes profusely, and offers them a ride. seven is sceptical, especially when both of them pause when he tells them his name, but does end up in the van. He finally gets a chance to breathe once they get to the Buckleys', and Robin gets him some leftovers.

He sits in front of the tv set to a blank station, tucks his head into his shirt instead of blindfolds, and tries to see El.

He sees her older, with flowers braided through long hair, laughing. Too far. He sees her with short curls, a patterned button down, eating something in a cone beside a mustachioed man. Too far again. He sees her tiny, scared, holding his own small hand. Not far enough.

Finally, finally, he sees her as she knows her now, mostly, standing beside a group of children and in front of a monster in a large room.

Eddie and Robin have no idea why their new friend? Has turned the tv on to static and is hiding in his shirt, but figure he's had a rough day. He pops his head back out, blood dripping from his nose, and grins, telling them he knows where his sister will be.

Anyways blah blah blah El sees where people ARE Steve sees where people have been/will be (based on where/who they are right now. Futura is constantly in motion etc).

Idk season 2 would happen very similar as canon minus stancy break up (they never date and are just friends) (also Steve tells Robin and Eddie he and El are safe and they pass it on to the kids) El finds Kali, Steve fights demodogs, etc etc.

But I want a (pre?) season 3 scene where Robin and Steve are hanging out as soulmates do, door closed because they are discussing Sensitive Subjects (gay shit) and giggling like schoolgirls. Hopper, in all his disappointed dad glory, opens the door and starts in on a rant about keeping the door open three inches.

Steve, bitch that he is, just tilts his head to the side and says "but that is for when we are with people we date. I am not dating Robin."

Hopper, not yet picking up what's happening, sighs. "Kid. It's about propriety. You can't be alone with Robin, because what if you do start dating. Then it's. You have to set an example for El!"(it would be a nice move bringing up Older Brother Responsibility, except...well.)

"but we aren't. I am dating someone else?"

"still need the door open three inches, pal. When El is home, at least"(El is almost always home)

"we do! And you complain about the loud music!"

"wait. Who are you dating? I thought Nancy was dating Jonathan still. She barely comes over." Hopper please pick up what Steve is putting down oh my god.

(hop has forgotten Robin is there and she is trying very hard not to make noise but Steve keeps meeting her eye sometimes because dear god. truly an iconic moment in friendship history.)

"yeah obviously. Eddie comes over all the time, though."

"what does Ed- oooh. Ah. I see. That's why you keep the door open even though he complains."

Steve nods like Hopper is the dumbest man on the planet. He might just be. "Yes. Because you said El had to and she asked why I didn't have to so then I started to leave it open when Eddie was over. At least Eddie doesn't laugh at you to your face"

"Eddie laughs behind my back?"

"he said you didn't know we were dating but I told him of course you knew, the door is open three inches."

Hopper clasps Steve's shoulders and looks him in the eye. "Steve, I need you to keep telling him that. And not mention this very awkward conversation we had."

"because he was right."

"he doesn't need to know that."

That's all I got lmao (also check the tag ramble I added lol)

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Keep Breathing - James Potter

A/N: ahhhhh I am so happy to write for Jamie again! I love him so much! I hope you loves like this :D thank you so much for your request, love!!! xD

Request - ittybittyhogan asked: Hey! I love your work so much! I wanted to request a young James Potter x female Gryffindor reader where they're dating, and she has exercise induced asthma and plays quidditch. While they're in the middle of a game she has an asthma attack so they have to stop the game and Remus (her twin brother) brings her her inhaler 'cause he always holds onto it for her during her games, but it's broken, so James has to try to calm her down? Thank you! You're amazing! 

Warnings: reader has exercise-induced asthma and has an asthma attack in the middle of a Quidditch match (also, I don’t have asthma so I hope I did a good job describing this situation, please if something is incorrect let me know) 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D

Your name: submit What is this?

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Keep Breathing

I want to change the world, and instead I sleep I want to believe in more than you and me But all that I know is I'm breathing All I can do is keep breathing All we can do is keep breathing now

“Fuck! They are killing us!” Sirius complained, entering the Gryffindor tent. It was the final Quidditch game against Ravenclaw and they requested a time-out.

James gathered everyone around and went over the plan to turn the match back around and try to win the cup. You tried your best to pay attention to your boyfriend but you were exhausted. Sirius was right. Ravenclaw was kicking your asses. You slowly sat down on the bench and tried to pay attention to James’ game plan. Once he was done, everyone either went out of the tent or grabbed something to drink but you didn't move.

“Hey, princess” James said, walking over to you and squatting down to your level. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah” you smiled at him.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m fine, Jamie” you insisted, leaning in to give him a small kiss. “Stop worrying so much-”

“No, I’m not going to apologize for worrying about you, love” he informed you.

“But there’s nothing to worry about-”

“It’s been a long match. I don’t want you to overwork yourself” he said, with worry written all over his beautiful hazel eyes.

“I know” you said, placing your hand on his cheek. “I’m okay, I promise I’ll let you know if it’s too much, okay?”

“Okay” he said, getting up and kissing your forehead. “I love you, Miss Lupin” he said, helping you stand up and leaning down to kiss you.

“I love you too, Mr. Potter” you smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, we all love each other! Let’s go lovebirds, we have a match to win!” Sirius argued when he popped his head inside the tent before he rolled his eyes and went back out.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes” you said, kissing his cheek. “Stop worrying about me, we have a match to win” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the tent.

“I always worry about you, love” he said, kissing the side of your head.

“You don’t have to, love. I promise I’m fine” you smiled as you reached the pitch again.

Oh, how wrong you were. The second part of the match was even worse. Not only was Ravenclaw somehow playing better but the weather wasn’t helping you at all. The wind had picked up and it was even colder than before. You wanted nothing more than to find the Snitch, grab it and get this over with. If you caught it, you still had a chance to win, so not only would this finally end, but you would win and James would be the happiest man on Earth. So, you tried focusing on that bloody Snitch. When you finally spotted it, you held tightly to your broom and started flying towards it as fast as you could. You were getting so close, but then, what you feared started to happen. You felt your breathing become short and you felt a massive tightness in your chest. Shit! Not now!  You couldn’t stop. You were almost there. You looked for your inhaler in your pocket and took it out thinking it would help and give you just enough time to get to the Snitch and get this over with.

“LUPIN!” you heard Fabian Prewett flying closer, pushing you away and batting one of the Bludgers almost hitting you, and making your inhaler fall out of your hand. “Shit! You alright?” he asked when he saw you trying to breathe properly.

“Shit” you muttered, knowing it was lost and most likely broken. “Uh-” you said, trying to take a deep breath but you were obviously not succeeding. This could not be happening. Not right now. “Get S-Sirius-” you managed to say.

“Shit! BLACK!” he started flying the other way. You stopped for a moment and tried to catch your breath. You were about to take flight again, looking for the Snitch, when you felt someone pull your broom back. You turned around and almost yelled at whichever Ravenclaw teammate did this to you, but you found Sirius looking at you instead.

“Lupin! What the fuck?” he snapped at you.

“I have to-” you said between breaths. “Get the Snitch-!”

“The fuck you are!” he said, grabbing your broom and he started pulling you down with him.

“S-stop” you said, trying to move out of his grip.

“TIME OUT!” he yelled at Madam Hooch, who quickly blew her whistle, making both teammates stop.

“Looks like it’s another time out just as Potter was about to score!”

“Fuck! What the bloody hell is it now?” James complained as he was so close to scoring for Gryffindor again. But then, he saw Sirius landing with you by his side and it looked like he was carefully trying to help you off your broom and holding you up. “SHIT!” he said, dropping the Quaffle in the process and making his way towards you as fast as he could. “(Y/N)!” he yelled at you, throwing his broom before he could even land properly and running over to you. “Love, what’s wrong?!”

“N-” you couldn’t even say ‘nothing’ as you tried to take deep breaths but you were wheezing badly.

“I’ll go get Pomfrey!” Madam Hooch said, leaving the scene.

“What is wrong with her?” Gideon asked.

“She was just looking weak, mate. She asked me to go get Black” Fabian explained.

“Princess, look at me” James said, placing your head softly between his hands. “Where’s your inhaler?”

“F-fell” you managed to say.

“Remus always has one!” Sirius remembered, as he gently sat you down and James knelt with you. “I’ll go get-”

“(Y/N)!” they turned around to see Remus already running down the pitch towards them. “What’s happening? Where’s her inhaler?” he said, with his already in his hand. James quickly took it from him.

“She dropped it” Sirius explained as James shook the inhaler in his hand.

“Breathe out, love” he instructed before he brought the inhaler to your lips and pressed it down but nothing happened. “Shit! It’s not working!”

“What? What do you mean is not working? Did you do it correctly?” Remus asked, kneeling next to him and taking it from James. He tried to do the same thing but he got the same result. Nothing came out. “Shit! It’s broken-!”

“I have one in my bag!” James told him, surprising you as you still tried to breathe properly.

“Where is it?” Remus asked, getting up.

“It’s in the tent, come on, love!” Sirius said, pulling him away.

“Jamie” you said, feeling your eyes water and the pain in your chest getting worse.

“I’m here, princess” he said, softly, trying to remain calm and not show you how scared he actually was because he knew you needed him right now. “He’s gonna be right back, okay? Madam Pomfrey too” he said, stroking his hand up and down your back. “Try to breathe through your nose, yeah?”

For you it felt like an eternity but it wasn’t that long before Remus and Sirius came back with the backup inhaler. Madam Pomfrey and Madam Hooch came closer at the same time with the heads of both houses.

“Here” Sirius said, handing it to James who shook it before he brought it to your lips again.

“Take a deep breath, princess” he pressed it and this time you felt the medicine hit you. You were able to take a deep breath, feeling better for a moment as you held your breath. “Do you need another one?” James asked, already shaking your inhaler again as you nodded and he repeated the same thing. “Do you feel better?” he asked, stroking your back softly.

“Do you think you can continue?” Madam Hooch asked, but before you could even respond, your boyfriend and your brother did it for you.

“No!”

“Of course, not!” Remus snapped.

“I c-can” you managed to say.

“Have you lost your mind?” Remus snapped, kneeling down next to you.

“No, love, there is no way I’m letting you back on the match” James said, looking at you with his big puppy eyes.

“Y-you’re b-benching me?” you pouted.

“Actually, if you cannot continue then I’m afraid that Ravenclaw would win” Madam Hooch said.

“What? But none of us caught the Snitch!” Sirius complained.

“Yes, but your Seeker is indisposed” she explained. “Either both teams agree to reschedule the entire match or Gryffindor forfeits and Ravenclaw wins” she told them.

“Then we forfeit” James said, without even thinking.

“What? Potter!” the Prewett twins complained.

“J-James-” you tried to get his attention, but he stood up and you were still not feeling your best.

“I am not going to let my girlfriend go back out there and have another asthma attack!” he said in a serious tone.

“But it’s the final!”

“We can reschedule” the captain of the Ravenclaw team suddenly intervened.

“What? Mate! We won already!” one of his teammates complained.

“No! I don’t want to win like this” he said, looking at you. “They still had a chance to beat us. Potter was about to score and if Lupin had caught the Snitch they would have won. It’s not fair to win because she had an asthma attack” he shrugged.

“Really?” James asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah, mate” he said offering his hand for him to shake. “Rematch?”

“Rematch” James agreed, shaking his hand.

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“Jamie, you should go to dinner” you said as he fluffed your pillow for about the tenth time while you rested on his bed since he had insisted to stay glued to you for the rest of the day.

“Nope, there is no way I am not moving and leaving you alone. I have your favorite tea, all of your blankets, and Wormtail, Moony, and Padfoot will bring us dinner” he said, sitting down next to you and kissing your forehead. “How are you feeling, princess?” he asked, handing you a cup of tea.

“I’m feeling much better, Jamie” you said, taking a sip of your tea. “Um-” you looked down at the smoke coming out of your tea.

“What is it? Is it too hot? Not hot enough? Is it the wrong tea?”

“No, love” you smiled at him. “The tea is perfect” you assured him, placing your mug on James’ nightstand. “Everything is” you said. “I just uh-” you sighed.

“What? What’s wrong, love?” he asked, worriedly.

“Nothing” you said, grabbing his hand between yours. “I’m sorry” you said, making him frown his eyebrows.

“What? What are you sorry for?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“I’m sorry about the match” you said, intertwining your fingers with his and playing with his hand.

“What are you talking about?”

“I should have told you it was too much and maybe the time-out could have been a little longer” you explained. “You asked me if I was okay and told me to not overwork myself and that’s exactly what I did and it almost cost us the match” you pouted. “You almost forfeit because I couldn’t look for the Snitch anymore and my inhaler got lost and Remus’ was broken and- I didn’t even know you had an inhaler, so if it wasn’t because of that-”

“Princess, hold on. Slow down” he chuckled, kissing your hand. “You have nothing to be sorry for” he said, cupping your cheek and brushing away a small tear that fell down your cheek.

“B-but I made us almost lose the match-”

“Love, that doesn’t matter” he insisted.

“But it was the final match-”

“That doesn’t change anything” he said, sitting up and hugging you closer to him. “You needed to stop and that’s what you did! You shouldn’t have pushed yourself so much, love-”

“I wanted us to win” you mumbled quietly. “I thought you would be happy if I-”

“Sweetheart, listen to me” he said, lifting your face so you would look at him. “No bloody match is more important than you being okay” he said firmly. “I don’t care if it would have cost us the Quidditch Cup. You are the most important thing in my life and I love you so much, (Y/N) Lupin” he said, smiling at you and kissing your forehead.

“I love you too, James Potter” you said, with a few more tears running down your cheeks. “I’m sorry I scared you” you told him. 

“It’s alright, love” he said, kissing your temple. “Just, please don’t do it again. Ever” he said, making you chuckle. 

“Thank you for taking care of me” you smiled, giving him a peck on the lips.

“That’s my favorite job in the whole world, princess” he said, kissing you again.

“Hey!” you two jumped apart when Remus and Sirius barged into the room. “I said I was okay with you two dating if you didn’t kiss in front of me!” your brother complained, bringing a tray of food for you.

“Oh, you are such a hypocrite! You kiss Sirius in front of me all the time!” you rolled your eyes.

“That is not the same thing” Remus argued.

“Of course is not. You can’t blame him, love. He gets to kiss me” he said, bringing James his tray of food. “You only get to kiss Prongs and his dorky face!” he laughed.

“Hey!” he complained. “If you weren’t bringing me food, I would be so mad at you right now” he said.

“You feeling better, sweetheart?” Sirius asked you. “That was quite a scare you gave us” he said, sitting on his bed with Remus by his side. “Especially your brother. He won’t shut up about-”

“Sirius!” Remus said, shoving a cookie in his mouth to make him stop talking. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling better, Remmy” you smiled at him. “I’m sorry I worried you so much-”

“I wasn’t that worried, I know you were okay and-”

“And I know you. And I know you were worried. And that you’re blaming yourself because your inhaler was broken” you told him.

“I should have known-” he said looking down at his hands.

“Remmy” you said, getting up from James’ bed and walking over to your brother, sitting down next to him. “You couldn’t have known this would happen today and that I would lose my own inhaler” you said, hugging him.

“Fine. I guess I was a little worried” he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “I’m glad you’re okay” he said, kissing the side of your head.

“We both are” Sirius said, hugging both of you and kissing your cheek repeatedly.

“Sirius!” you giggled, trying to get out of his hug.

“Padfoot!” James said, pulling you out and hugging you to him instead. “Stop hogging my Lupin!”

“That’s fine! My Lupin’s prettier” he said, kissing Remus’ cheek.

“Ha! You wish, Pads” he laughed, sitting back on his bed and taking you to sit on his lap. “Mine’s the prettiest” he said, kissing your cheek.

“You two are idiots” you and Remus said at the same time.

The End 

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A/N: aahhhh I hope you guys liked it! please let me know what you think! :D

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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 40 - Regrets

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            Adrien cleaned up his room as he checked his phone every minute. He paced around once his cleaning finished as he continued to check his phone. The whirl of a yo-yo sang outside his window as Bloody Bug landed in his room with a tablet in hand. She transformed back to Alix and held out the tablet.

            “Alright, as requested.”

            Adrien snatched it and jumped excitedly. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

            Alix smiled, sighed, then sat down.

            “Are you staying? You’re not going to the twin’s birthday party?”

            “I’d rather not. I’ve sorta been keeping an eye on Marinette since giving her the goat miraculous, and I need a small break from it.”

            “How’s that going? Chloe sorta filled me in, but not really.”

            “I don’t know. If she’s trying to convince us, she’s doing her best. I really want to believe she is better, but something feels off. It still feels like, well, an act.”

            “Do you think Mayura got to her again?”

            “It wouldn’t surprise me. I don’t see her on patrol, but I see moving shadows. The others have too. No akumas, no Mayura, just shadows. I’d ignore it, but this silence from both Hawkmoth and Mayura is putting us all on edge. I know Marinette isn’t helping certain people like Juleka, who just looks ready to absolutely tear Marinette apart.”

            “Is it really worth trying to help her? You know, considering all that she’s done.”

            “I… ok. I’m going to level with you. I didn’t want to at first. I wanted to write her off with everyone else. However, I spoke with the paradox me, Dad, and the old man.”

            “What did they say?”

            “Dad believes that everyone deserves a second chance. Which, fair. He was the one that gave my mom that second chance no one else gave her. He was also quick to remind me that Marinette did take a chance on me, which may have ended badly, but did open doors for me. I hate that fact now, and that he’s right. The old man is willing to see where Marinette stands but is doubtful of her given what we’ve told him. But… the older me, the paradox me… she warns me to be careful.”

            “Careful of what?”

            Alix sighed. “I haven’t told you yet because, well, never seemed right. But everything we have now, that we are, is because of the paradox me. She wished for this. For me, us, to be the ladybug holder… in place of Marinette.”

            “Marinette? What?”

            “I know. Crazy, right? And I can’t help but feel… bad. I explain things to this other me and I just… I see the regret and guilt in her eyes. She, I, whatever, didn’t want to do this already, but did to avoid a catastrophe. One that was called Chat Blanc.”

            Adrien stiffened. “C-Chat Blanc? Was it… me?”

            “Yeah. You were akumatized and it warped you, turning you into a mindless monster that killed everyone. All the heroes, most of the population, just anyone that opposed Chat Blanc.”

            “How did it happen?”

            “Your love with Marinette.”

            “What? You mean… there was a time when I… we… were in love? How?”

            “I don’t know. But don’t you see? This is all because of me.”

            “What? Alix, no. You didn’t-.”

            “I became the ladybug instead of Marinette. I got in the way of her being a better person. I stopped her from being a hero like she was meant to be. It doesn’t matter how anyone paints it. I’m the reason for all of this.”

            Adrien opened his mouth but was cut off by Tikki.

            “Alix, we told you. You didn’t cause this. Not you or your paradox self. That world was destroyed by Chat Blanc, who was created by Hawkmoth. If you must blame anyone, blame Hawkmoth.”

            “I agree. We’ve seen what our Hawkmoth can do or has done. Which isn’t anything grand, but now we have Mayura. If she’s anything like the previous Hawkmoth from this other timeline, we need to be cautious.”

            “We already are, but we can’t do anything. She’s out there right now, doing whatever the hell she’s doing, and we can’t do anything about it. I’m ready to abandon caution at this point if it means finding her.”

            “Alix, there’s no need to be hasty. Only fools rush in, and I know you’re not a fool.”

            “Yeah, well, desperation makes fools of us all. If we don’t do something soon, find her, whatever, she’ll come for you again and what then? What if she creates more nightmare creatures and causes us to lose more team members? What if she actually harms you? What can we even do without even a hint of what she’s even up to?”

            Adrien frowned and looked away. He glanced towards his door when he heard a knock.

            “Come in!” Adrien called.

            Adrien’s eyes widened as Felix strolled in and stopped. He beamed as he ran over and tackled Felix.

            “I can’t believe this! What brings you here?”

            “Mother came to talk with Uncle. They sent me up here while they handled the business.”

            “Perfect! We’re about to sit in on some friends’ birthday. Come on!”

            Adrien dragged Felix over and sat him on the couch, then sat between him and Alix. He grinned as an incoming call came and accepted it. Juleka and Rose peered back at them as they set up their tablet, then waved.

            “Hey, guys. Can you hear us alright?” Juleka asked.

            “Loud and clear,” Adrien confirmed.

            “Yay! We’re about to do cake now that everyone is here,” Rose cheered.

            Adrien wiggled excitedly as he set the tablet on a stand, so Alix and Felix were in frame. Rose gasped when she saw Alix.

            “What’re you doing there? Why aren’t you here?” Rose asked.

            “A long list of reasons with a certain someone at the top.”

            Rose grimaced. “Yeah. Yeah… that’s fair. Uh, lucky you’re not Luka, right?”

            “How’s he?” Adrien asked.

            Rose pursed her lips. She turned the tablet to face Luka and Marinette. Marinette was smothering Luka in affection as he looked miserable and exhausted. Alix looked away, Adrien grimaced, and Felix raised a brow. Rose turned the tablet away before she ran off with Juleka.

            “Are those two dating? The boy with blue hair and the pigtail girl?” Felix asked.

            “Uh, yeah. Don’t they look happy?” Adrien attempted.

            Felix snorted. “He needs to learn to accept that affection. Girls can be so touchy and loving.”

            “Even Kagami?” Alix shot back.

            Felix flinched and sighed. “I wish.”

            “How’s that going for you, Felix? I know you are head over heels for her,” Adrien commented.

            “It’s… it’s difficult. I try to be with her. I’ve asked, but she never answers. She just… freezes up… then runs away. I may have given up, but then she comes back and continues like nothing happened. When I try asking why she doesn’t give me an answer, she still freezes up, then runs. At least until a few days ago when she just… broke.”

            Adrien gasped as his eyes darkened with concern. “Is she ok? What happened?”

            “I don’t think she’s alright. She confessed that she likes me and wants to be with me but can’t. That she is supposed to be with you because of an arrangement that her mother made with Uncle. I let her go after that, but when I told Mom, well, why else do you think we’re here?”

            “Is Aunt Amelie trying to convince Father to break the contract? Why?”

            “Because Mom and… and Colt were arranged just as you and Kagami. Mom hated the arrangement the entire time and wouldn’t want that for any of her family. She won’t stop until she frees you and Kagami of this obligation.”

            “Maybe then you can tell your father about your girlfriend,” Alix remarked.

            Felix gasped. “Hold up. You have a girlfriend and didn’t tell me? Why would you do that? I thought we were cousins!”

            “I’m sorry! I… with well… everything… I just… forgot?”

            Felix huffed, crossed his arms, and turned away.

            Adrien sighed and looked back at the tablet. He watched as Juleka and Luka stood in front of a beautiful cake with everyone gathered nearby. Anarka, Juleka and Luka’s mother, counted down to start singing when a guitar riff blasted. Everyone flinched as Jagged Stone sang Happy Birthday to Juleka and Luka.

            “Oh no,” Alix said.

            “Oh no?” Adrien and Felix echoed.

            Rose dipped from the crowd and turned the tablet, giving Alix, Adrien, and Felix a better view. They watched as Jagged Stone serenaded the twins as he stepped foot on Liberty. Anarka grabbed a nearby guitar and held it at the ready.

            “What are ye doing here, scoundrel?” Anarka demanded.

            “What? I’m not allowed to celebrate my kids’ birthday?” Jagged Stone countered.

            Everyone gasped, Juleka and Luka’s jaws dropped, and Alix sucked in a breath.

            “I was hoping I was wrong. Fuck,” Alix whispered.

            “You knew about this? How?” Adrien asked.

            “The concert. The pieces were all there and, well, difficult to ignore.”

            “They aren’t your children, Jagged. Ye didn’t help raise them!” Anarka roared.

            “You never told me!” Jagged Stone yelled.

            “And? What difference would it have made? Ye were devoted to your career! Ye’d never have given any of that up for some nobody groupie.”

            “Nobody? Anarka, do you hear yourself? After that first concert when I met you, I looked for you before and after every performance. I admired you. No, I loved you. But then after one performance, you got mad at me and were ready to kill me. I never saw you again after that, only to find out I was possibly a father, and then to find out that I am.”

            “And? So what? It doesn’t change anything.”

            “It changes everything! I have a family. I have a daughter and son that you never told me about. Why didn’t you tell me?”

            “Because I didn’t want ye in my life after that night! I didn’t want any part of what was expected of me! I fucked up, I gave them what they wanted, but I wouldn’t chance having you around just to become what I was brought up to be!”

            “Uh, Mom, what do you mean?” Juleka asked.

            Anarka paled as she dropped the guitar. “Shit! I… I can-!”

            “Regret runs deep, doesn’t it, Anarka?” Mayura cooed.

            Adrien and Alix gasped as they started to stand. They watched as Mayura strutted into view in a strapless, dark blue dress with a split clear up her left side to her hip and a long skirt that dragged on the floor with the signature fuchsia peacock eyes. Fuchsia eye beads draped around her torso and arms from her brooch and choker necklace. Her skin was a lighter blue than before with dark purplish-blue gloves and thigh-high boots. She ran her free hand through her slicked back hair as she fluttered her fan with the other. The fan had an open eye on each fold with a few eyes closed.

            Felix grabbed Adrien. “That’s the peacock brooch! That’s what I’ve been looking for!”

            “Yeah, I kinda figured already from before.”

            “Before?” Felix hissed.

            Adrien flinched as he messaged the hero chat about Mayura’s appearance. He turned back to the tablet as Alix stood up. He grabbed and held her back. She snapped at him, but he shook his head and pulled her down.

            “They need help,” Alix hissed.

            “This is a chance. Gallic Chick and Porcelet will be on the way to help. Let us see what she does, please,” Adrien insisted.

            Alix huffed and sat down.

            Adrien turned back to the screen as Mayura raised her fan to Anarka. One of the eyes lit up as a shadowy orb left Anarka and entered the eye, closing it. Anarka let out a breath as she collapsed onto the deck.

            “What did you do?” Juleka demanded.

            “Helping your dear mother. Poor thing suffered from so much regret. Can you blame her? Look at the life she was trapped in and the burdens she was shackled with,” Mayura remarked.

            Luka winced and hid behind Juleka, while Juleka snarled and glared down Mayura.

            “You aren’t fooling anyone here, bitch! I know my mother better than some harlot stripper peacock bitch!” Juleka roared.

            “Do you? Why don’t we test that, shall we?”

            Mayura closed her fan to a fold with a closed eye. It opened as a bright orb shot out. Mayura took it and shaped it into an ethereal, ghostly copy of Anarka. It hovered above the deck as it emitted a beautiful blue light. Adrien and Alix watched as nearly all in the light fell to their knees save for Juleka and Rose.

            “What’s going on? What did you do?” Juleka demanded.

            “Curious. Do you not feel regret, little ones?” Mayura cooed.

            “What? What does that matter?”

            “Fascinating. Here I thought little monsters like you were riddled with regrets. Or perhaps I’ve been around the older fools too long. No matter.”

            “Will you answer me? What did you do?”

            Mayura chuckled. “Not what I did. What your mother is doing. This regret, it’s all hers. Though I’ll take some credit in sharing it with everyone else. Let them know how her regrets… and their own.”

            Juleka’s eyes darted around before they widened. She looked back at Luka, who was curled into a ball behind her, tears gushing from his eyes. She snarled and turned back to Mayura.

            “Stop this! Can’t you see how much you’re hurting them? Don’t you care at all?”

            “I could care less about creatures here, save for you and the littler one. Tell me, how have a pair of children lived so far without regrets?”

            “Wouldn’t you like to know,” Juleka hissed.

            “Yeah! We aren’t telling you anything!” Rose added.

            Mayura hummed, then smiled. She opened her mouth when a rooster’s crow pierced the silence. She looked up as Gallic Chick and Porcelet leapt down from a nearby building. She watched as Gallic Chick entered the area first and immediately dropped to her knees. Porcelet gasped as she entered the area and fell to her knees with Gallic Chick.

            “No!” Adrien screamed.

            Mayura’s head snapped to the tablet as she grinned. “Look what we have here. Adrien Agreste. It’s been too long. Where’ve you been? Hiding from little old me?”

            Adrien refused to answer.

            “My, allow me to rephrase that. Tell me where you’ve been.”

            Compulsion fell over Adrien. He opened his mouth when Alix slapped her hand over his mouth. He gave a muffled, unintelligible answer that satisfied the command.

            “Nice try, bitch. You aren’t going to get anything so long as I’m here,” Alix hissed.

            “Or me!” Felix added.

            Mayura tapped her fan against her chin with a contemplative look. She opened her mouth when Outlaw and Hydra landed on Liberty. She turned to face them as Juleka ducked away and Pom Pom leapt onto the back of Liberty. She hummed as Death Noire climbed her way up the side of Liberty and perched there. She glanced between the heroes, the sentimonster, and the tablet.

            “I see the fun is up for now. I’ll bid-.”

            The heroes rushed Mayura. Hydra shifted to cloud form and distracted Mayura, obscuring her vision. Outlaw lassoed Mayura, restraining her arms. Pom Pom threw her ball at Mayura’s fan and used her power, Fetch, to steal it away from Mayura. Death Noire used Cataclysm and destroyed the fan. They watched as orbs shot out from the destroyed tool and flew off. The sentimonster that Mayura had created from Anarka’s regret reverted to an orb that returned to Anarka.

            “Get Adrien’s amok and the brooch!” Felix screamed.

            The heroes exchanged confused glances while Mayura smirked.

            “Go on, little heroes. Let’s see you take either before I erase the amok of your dear friend… and his cousin.”

            Adrien’s eyes widened as he moved Alix’s hand. “Felix? You’re a sentimonster too?”

            “I… yes.”

            Adrien gasped. “Why didn’t you tell me? I thought we were cousins!”

            “I… I didn’t want you to know. I thought… I could get the brooch and keep us safe. So, you never had to worry.”

            “How sweet, but you’ll need this brooch. And you won’t get it unless you can give me the one I really want,” Mayura cooed.

            Felix perked up. “Which one? Tell me!”

            “Bring me the butterfly, and I’ll give you the peacock. Do that, and you’ll never have to worry about you and your cousin’s safety ever again.”

            “You promise?” Felix asked.

            “What? No!” Adrien yelled.

            “Adrien, we have to! She holds the power to control you, she could control me too, and if she wanted, she can get rid of us with the snap of her fingers. Just like… just like Colt always… it doesn’t matter. We have to.”

            “No! I won’t trust her. She kidnapped me, took control of me, and turned into this massive peacock monster. I’m not about to hand her this butterfly miraculous,” Adrien countered.

            “Not everything is about you, Adrien!”

            “And not everything is about you either, Felix!”

            “Clout!” Alix roared.

            Adrien and Felix raised their brows as they turned to the tablet. They watched as Alix, wearing a red ripped leather jacket, light red ripped, skintight jumper, red boots with black stripes, and black spandex under the ripped areas to give the illusion of stripes, ran into view. They gawked as Alix struck Mayura’s side and launched her off Liberty into the city. The other heroes surrounded Alix as she transformed again. They watched as her outfit became a black full body suit with red snakes spiraling around her legs and arms, sneakers, red snakeskin leotard, and a black crop hoodie.

            “Bloody Bug, what do we-?” Porcelet started.

            “Call me Blood Viper. Porcelet, Gallic Chick, I want you two to go to the Agreste mansion at once, protect Adrien. Death Noire, Pom Pom, recharge and we’ll pursue Mayura. Hyrdra, I want you to patrol the area. Outlaw, do as you see fit,” Blood Viper explained, adding the last part in English for Outlaw.

            “What? No! Don’t go after Mayura! You need to find the butterfly!” Felix yelled.

            “They aren’t doing that!” Adrien countered.

            “They should! She promised she’d leave us alone and give us the brooch if we give her the butterfly. Why wouldn’t you want that?”

            “Because we can’t trust her.”

            “We can’t, or you won’t?”

            “We can’t,” Blood Viper, Death Noire, Gallic Chick, and Porcelet answered.

            Felix sneered and turned back to the screen as Bomb Bee and Faun arrived.

            “Blood Viper, where do you need me?” Bomb Bee asked.

            “Me too,” Faun added.

            “Bomb Bee, you’re with me. Faun, you’re with Hydra on patrol. Now, let’s move!”

            The heroes dispersed. Adrien took the tablet and ended the call, then put it back down.

            “This is ridiculous. How could you be in favor of going against Mayura? She literally holds our lives in her hands. She literally took control of you! How can you be ok with this?” Felix demanded.

            “What reason do we have to believe her? What if we do give her what she wants, who is to say we won’t still destroy us?”

            “It’s not a risk I want to take.”

            “Well, it’s a risk I am. I will see Mayura stopped.”

            “Yeah? How? Didn’t you stop to think that even as Chat Noir you’d still be controlled.”

            “I’m not Chat Noir right now. Plagg was given to someone else in case you hadn’t noticed by Death Noire.”

            “That person has your miraculous? That wasn’t just some other one?”

            “No. And I have one that’ll keep me safe. And, if you want to help me, you can have one too, but only if you’ll help.”

            “Help with what?”

            “I can’t leave this mansion often. I do when everyone is asleep and I’m free to roam as Taureau, but I need help investigating Mayura. Bug can’t do it all on her own, and neither can I. I know I can still help, but I fear I’ll be caught and controlled. I would feel better if I had someone I trusted at my side.”

            “And you want… me?”

            Adrien nodded. He ran to his bedside and pulled out the horse miraculous. He returned and held it out.

            “What’s this?”

            “The miraculous of the horse. With it, you gain the power of teleportation. I figure we can uncover what Mayura really wants and foil her plans. Let the others fight on the frontlines while we do the detective work. That way we can be free on our terms, not on Mayura’s. What do you say?”

            “I… I don’t know. I still don’t want to go against her.”

            “You won’t have to openly. It’ll be our secret. I promise.”

            “You promise?”

            “I do.”

            Felix looked at the glasses. He sighed and took them. Adrien beamed and hugged Felix.

            “Don’t worry. We have each other. So long as we work together, we’ll be free of her,” Adrien reassured.

            “And if the worse should come to pass?”

            “Well… we’ll deal with it when it comes. Deal?”

            “Fine. Deal.”

            A knock came from the door. Adrien and Felix turned as Gabriel and Amelie entered the room with Nathalie behind Gabriel.

            “Adrien, we have some news,” Gabriel started.

            Adrien tilted his head. “What news?”

            “Your arrangement with Kagami has been nullified.”

            “Wait, you mean I’m not engaged to her anymore?”

            “Correct.”

            “Holy shit! That’s amazing!” Gallic Chick squawked.

            Everyone turned to see Gallic Chick sitting in the window.

            “What are you-?” Gabriel started.

            “Porcelet! Porcelet! I’ve got news for you! Porcelet!” Gallic Chick called.

            “Gallic Chick, wait!” Adrien called, but Gallic Chick had left.

            “Adrien, what is going on?” Gabriel asked.

            “Oh, uh, nothing?”

            Gabriel narrowed his eyes at Adrien when Gallic Chick returned. They all turned and gawked at her outfit change. Her superhero suit changed to a denim blue jumper without the right pant leg and a red top, auburn armored gloves, copper thigh-high armored boots, and a teal feather skirt cape with a plume extending up to her shoulders. Her blonde hair fluffed up and dyed red at the roots with the body of it a harvest gold.

            “Greetings, Gabriel Agreste. I’m Gallic Chick. We’re here to keep an eye on the area as we had a Mayura sighting.”

            “Who is we? And why the outfit change?” Gabriel demanded.

            “Oh, this? I mean, you are Gabriel Agreste, one of the biggest names in fashion. And I heard from some fellow birds what the mayor is planning. So, I thought it would be brilliant to have us all change things up. Give you fashion people some real inspiration. Maybe even strike up a nice deal for you.”

            “I don’t need-,” Gabriel started.

            “Imagine! Having Adrien pose with one of the heroes themselves in their stunning new getup. All the attention your brand would get. The fame, the money, the everything! You would be the brand for this whole Heroes Day stuff.”

            Gabriel hummed. “It is… tempting. You heroes are supposed to help us. What’d be better than a hero to keep an eye on Adrien?”

            “Sir, you’re not really considering this, are you?” Nathalie asked.

            “And why not? She makes a good point, and a hero would be an ideal bodyguard against a supervillain.”

            Nathalie frowned. “Gallic Chick, what is your angle? Are you trying to gain fame or something through this?”

            “Oh, no. I don’t need your crummy notoriety when I have my own. But I think it would be better for a pair of someones. Porcelet! Get in here!” Gallic Chick crowed.

            Everyone watched as Porcelet gingerly jumped through the window and landed. Adrien’s eyes widened and jaw dropped seeing Porcelet in her new outfit. Her white and pink magic girl uniform was changed to a black and pink mini dress with a big pink heart on the bodice and a section of pink down the middle to the skirt, ballroom black gloves and thigh-high boots with hearts at the hem of each accessory, and her hair grown out to long, thin pigtails that nearly touched the floor, but curled into a spiral at the end. She sheepishly approached Gabriel and held out her hand.

            “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Agreste. I’m Porcelet.”

            Gabriel assessed Porcelet before he glanced at Adrien’s awestruck reaction. His eyes darted back and forth, then he nodded and shook Porcelet’s hand.

            “Pleasure is mine, young lady. Tell me, would you be interested in being my son’s bodyguard?”

            “M-me?” Porcelet squealed.

            “Yes! Please!” Adrien yelled out.

            “Oh! Uh, I mean, I don’t…!” Porcelet attempted.

            “She’d love to!” Gallic Chick answered.

            “Wait! I’m… I’m not exactly the strongest hero. Maybe you should get someone else, like, Bloody Bug,” Porcelet pointed out.

            “I agree. If we’re going to trust Adrien’s safety to anyone, it should be Bloody Bug,” Nathalie added.

            Gabriel hummed. “Porcelet, what are your powers?”

            “Huh? Oh, uh, I can show people what makes them happiest.”

            “It saved that Chloe Bourgeois before. By the time I showed up, Porcelet already had the villain immobilized,” Gallic Chick butted in.

            “Well, yes, but-!”

            “None of that now, young lady. I say you should be capable to keep Adrien safe.”

            “Sir, please, reconsider. Bloody Bug would-,” Nathalie started.

            “Be busy enough dealing with that Mayura. Besides, she has a full team of heroes that she can send us where needed. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind a hero being dedicated to keeping Adrien safe,” Gallic Chick countered.

            “Then it’s settled. Porcelet, I’ll be in contact with-.”

            “I can contact her,” Adrien butted in, cutting off Gabriel.

            “How do you have her contact?” Gabriel questioned.

            “Oh! Uh, well, you see, uh, I-.”

            Gallic Chick grabbed Adrien and placed him next to Porcelet. She put his arm around Porcelet and pushed them closer together. His and Porcelet’s faces flushed red as they looked at Gabriel with nervous looks and shrugged.

            “Uh, right, we’re, uh, dating?” Adrien said.

            Gabriel frowned. “We’ll be talking about this later. Now, Amelie, Felix, I’ll see you-.”

            “I want to stay here with Adrien,” Felix announced.

            “Excuse me? You don’t-,” Gabriel started.

            “Oh, what a wonderful idea! I’m not doing anything, and I homeschool Felix, it’s perfect. We can have a little holiday. Oh! What if we stayed until Heroes Day?” Amelie suggested.

            “Now, Amelie, that’s two months out. You can’t-.”

            “It’s settled then. Come along, Felix. We’ll go back home and pack, then be back in the morning. Come, Gabriel, show out your guests.”

            Gabriel sighed as he led Amelie, Felix, and Nathalie out of the room. Gallic Chick smiled and jumped up onto the open window.

            “Let’s go, Porcelet. We have a job to do.”

            “Right. Be right there!”

            Gallic Chick nodded and headed out. Porcelet sighed and hugged Adrien, resting her head on his shoulder.

            “I’m glad you’re ok. I was worried Mayura came after you and we’d be too late.”

            “Not with Bug chasing after Mayura. I doubt she’d take that risk with so many heroes after her. At least, I would hope.”

            “Good thing she didn’t. I wouldn’t get the chance to meet the infamous Gabriel Agreste, or show off my new outfit. Like it?”

            Adrien blushed. “You look beautiful. Kinda like that magic girl show with the pretty fairies.”

            Porcelet giggled. “I noticed you loved all their designs whenever they transformed, so I took some inspiration.”

            “You wear it better than any of them ever could, Rin.”

            Porcelet blushed as she looked away. Adrien took her hand and nuzzled her. She smiled, stepped closer, and nuzzled him back. They giggled until they realized they were a breath away from each other. They stared into each other’s eyes before their gazes dropped to each other’s lips. They leaned in, their lips nearly brushing each other when unease and fear tore through him. He took a sharp breath as memories of Heart’s Design and Volpina filled his mind. He tore away from Porcelet with a panicked, frenzied look as he held up his hands to guard himself.

            Porcelet de-transformed and approached Adrien. “It’s ok, Adrien. You’re not in danger. You’re safe. Just breathe. In and out.”

            Tears sprung from Adrien’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

            “No, don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. You’re ok. You’re safe. I promise.”

            “I… I just… I can’t. I’m sorry.”

            “Hey, it’s ok. I told you before, we go at your pace. Your comfort matters too.”

            “I know, but I hate this. I love you. I want to show my love, but I just… I can’t. I can’t stop… I just can’t stop them.”

            “Adrien, you show your love everyday we’re together. All the silly shows we watch. The little moments we spend in each other’s company. The conversations we have that make the hours fly by. These small things show me your love more than a kiss. Never forget that, Kitten.”

            “I know. I just… I’m sorry.”

            Sabrina sighed as she took Adrien’s hands and squeezed them. They pressed their foreheads together and stood in silence. She shifted and moved away, transforming into Porcelet.

            “I’ll be back after my patrol to check on you, Kitten. Please, take it easy until then. Ok?”

            Adrien nodded.

            Porcelet smiled and cupped Adrien’s cheek. “I love you, Kitten.

            Adrien smiled and pressed his hand against hers. “I love you too, Rin.”

            Porcelet hugged Adrien, then headed out. He sighed and sat down when Stompp plopped on his shoulder.

            “It’ll get better, Adrien. I promise.”

            “I wish it would be better already. I hate this.”

            “I know. Just give yourself time, keep your friends close, and the wounds will heal. Never forget Bug’s journey.”

            “Yeah, well, she had a family that loves her, which made a difference.”

            “So do you. And it seems like someone is trying to mend that bond. Maybe you need to heal what’s broken in front of you before you heal everything else.”

            “I don’t understand. What do you mean?”

            “Sorry, Adrien. It doesn’t mean anything if I tell you. Like Alix, you’ll need to figure it out on your own. Only then can things get better.”

            Adrien opened his mouth, but Stompp moved on and turned on the game console.

            “Come. Let’s enjoy some silly games to help distract you. Yes? Yes!”

            Adrien shook his head and flopped onto his bed. He let out a deep sigh before he surrendered to the nagging thoughts that never left him alone.

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[voxofthevoid]

Surprise Rut Wednesday #7. And the last one! I finished this on Monday—whole thing is 10 chapters and 51.5k. So I did end up writing another novel, but at least it's a small one lmao.

I probably won't pick up the chikan dickfest fic after this because that's porn overload even for me. Not that what I'm considering instead is less porny, but it's porn of the "Yuuji goes through the horrors" variety with sukuita and goyuu, so there's more enrichment in my enclosure.

For now, have more of Nanami getting bullied with dick and other body parts—plus Gojou being Gojou:

He comes to with a knot plugging him up and a tongue lapping him clean.

Each touch of Itadori’s tongue makes his raw scent gland spark with oversensitivity, like it’s fire licking him there. Kento pats clumsily at Itadori’s back and pushes at his shoulders, trying to convey something he doesn’t have the words or strength for, and Itadori just purrs, sucking on the bloody gland like that’ll fix everything.

Kento shudders inside and out, and that’s a mistake as always, his impossibly strained walls reminding him of just how big the knot inside him is.

“Itadori,” Kento rasps, “please…”

His voice seems to do something. Itadori stops licking at the new wound—it’ll also scar, worse than the first; Kento can tell—to nuzzle at Kento’s jaw, and it’s sweet given his state, those closed lips and fluttering lashes, and when Itadori straightens up, thankfully careful not to tug at where they’re joined, his expression is lit from within by a bright, fiery fondness that makes Kento’s chest hurt.

It’s not an expression all that different from what he’s seen the boy wear while lucid. It’s even been directed at him a few times, and it says a lot that Kento found it more puzzling then than he does now.

“Cute,” Gojou comments, once again reminding Kento of his unfortunate existence.

“Die,” Kento says dully.

Gojou lets out a bark of laughter, the surprise apparently sincere. “Mean. You really don’t share well, Nanami. I’m surprised.”

“I don’t—” Kento snaps before he can help himself, before biting his tongue for the sake of his own sanity. “This has nothing to do with sharing, and you know it.”

Gojou waves a hand in a dismissive gesture, eyes flitting from Kento to Itadori, who seems content to hover over Kento and watch them both, expression warm with satisfaction in a way Kento doesn’t want to examine too closely.

When Kento looks at Gojou again, he finds him too damn close.

Gojou leans in, and Kento has the horrified thought that he’ll kiss him—

“What—”

—and then Gojou once again proves that he lives to defy expectations in the worst of ways.

His tongue drags hot and filthy over Kento’s bleeding scent gland, skewering him with a blend of pain, revulsion, and helpless pleasure. Kento drives an elbow into whatever part of Gojou’s nearest to it, and it only meets Infinity, but Gojou backs off anyway, licking his lips lewdly.

“I like it!” he declares. “You know, Nanami, you’ve always smelled so damn sour, like that disgusting whiskey you like so much, but mixed in with Yuuji like this, it’s not so bad. Wanna taste?”

Gojou swoops down before Kento can answer, and he turns his head away, but a hand cups his jaw, deceptively gentle, and tugs him right back into Gojou’s damned, damning mouth. His tongue swipes messily over Kento’s pursed lips, digging in between to prod at his teeth. He smells like blood and sex—like Itadori and Kento, distilled into heat.

“So difficult,” Gojou says, fingers digging into Kento’s jaw hard enough to make him hiss through clenched teeth.

Itadori growls, patently angry.

Kento doesn’t like the way Gojou’s expression settles into something sharp and knowing, but whatever warning he can give would be lost on Itadori, stuck like this as surely as Kento, and he can only watch furiously as Gojou sways forward and presses his bloody mouth to Itadori’s.

Itadori clearly doesn’t mind though.

Gojou breaks the kiss with a wet, sucking noise, Itadori’s lower lip caught between his teeth until the last moment. Itadori’s hands grow bruising on Kento’s hips, and he’s looking at Gojou like he wants to eat him alive.

Gojou radiates satisfaction, practically preening.

Then he turns those inhumanly sharp eyes on Kento again, making intent eye contact as he swipes two fingers through his own unscarred scent gland. They glisten wetly, an obvious taunt.

“Gojou-san,” Kento says warningly.

“Only fair,” Gojou murmurs, “that you taste this too.”

“Absolutely not—”

Speaking is a mistake, the fingers shoved right in, and Kento chokes on the taste of an omega’s slick and an alpha’s venom, the potency of the blend made a hundred times worse by the fact that he knows these two and wants at least one. Gojou’s fingertips dig into his throat, and Kento convulses around Itadori’s knot, his legs snapping shut around the boy’s hips in a desperate attempt at—control, relief, something.

Gojou’s fingers leave his mouth; no, they’re yanked out, Itadori descending on him like an animal, and Kento groans into that violent kiss, eyes fluttering shut as Itadori licks his and Gojou’s mingled taste out of Kento’s mouth.

“Hey,” Gojou says, audibly annoyed. “Don’t you ignore me, Yuuji.”

Itadori’s mouth is also ripped away, leaving Kento panting around a numb, pulsing mouth as he watches Gojou kiss the boy like he’s going to eat him, mouth wide open and tongue slithering wet. Itadori’s no less violent, no less hungry, and his scent lashes the air like a clarion call.

“Gojou-sensei,” he gasps, and the actual name coming out of his mouth, whole and coherent, makes Kento freeze all over again. Then— “Nanamin.”

Gojou laughs delightedly and kisses him again, except he does more this time, pressing his body to Itadori’s side in a one-sided embrace, and reaching down with one obscenely long arm to grab hold of Kento’s half-hard cock, and his complaining yelp falls on uncaring ears, Gojou working his fist around the head with a roughness that bites as badly as the pleasure.

Kento quickly loses the breath to complain, only wordless noises spilling from his throat as his body milks Itadori’s knot with every cruel clench of Gojou’s fist.

Itadori reacts, of course he does, somehow keeping his mouth on Gojou’s while his hands lift Kento’s hips higher into the air, and it pulls on the knot, which feels like it’s tearing him open into a better home, Kento’s walls screaming around the sheer, damning pressure.

And then Itadori starts fucking him, that maddeningly thick knot tugging dangerously against his rim before shoving impossibly deeper to rip through him.

Kento cries out, arching his back uselessly. Itadori just fucks him harder, and Gojou’s hand is equally relentless.

It’s a new hell, and Kento keens and sobs and shouts through it, absent thoughts of being quiet, being polite and good and sane, flitting through his mind only to be drowned in a fresh wave of fire, and the men fucking him force him through every moment of it, greedy and merciless and a thousand terrible things in between, and the crest of his climax isn’t relief or even pleasure, just another endless pulse of sensation in a long line of them.

It leaves him limp, only able to jerk and whine weakly when Itadori yanks his barely deflated knot out.

[descendinginto-madness]

you're safe now.

word count: 878

content warnings: mentions & descriptions of injury

summary: the aftermath of a mission gone... not so right.

author's notes: taking a small break from ocs. just for a little through don't get used to it 😋 alsoooo obv i can't control how peope interpret my work but just keep in mind i didn't write this with a romantic ship in mind 🫶

contains mild spoilers for dan heng's lore

“You should be more careful,” Dan Heng says, sitting next to Stelle on the edge of her bed with a first aid kit. She rolls her eyes, and he lets out a heavy sigh. “You know I'm right.”

“I'm always careful,” she replies, almost annoyed, and he raises his eyebrows but doesn't say anything to that. Instead he simply moves a bit closer. Stelle has already taken off her hoodie, making it easier for him to access a fairly big cut on her arm; it's unfortunately not the only injury she came back with from the mission, but the most serious one - from what Dan Heng could see - and it makes him a bit relieved that there's nothing more serious or harder to treat. 

“Show me,” he asks, and she pulls away the now bloodied piece of cloth she was pressing against the wound. The Vidyadhara takes a moment to look at the cut, before he proceeds to clean it; he doesn't hesitate with his movements, but he's also gentle, careful not to cause Stelle more pain. 

He finishes cleaning the excess blood and bits of dirt that got into the cut, and turns away for a moment to grab the disinfectant.

“It might sting a little,” he warns, but when the only reaction he gets from Stelle is a nod, he realizes that something is not quite right.

There's no snarky or slightly unhinged remark, just silence; she has been awfully quiet for the past few minutes, and if that wasn't enough Dan Heng also notices her face looks pale, and his eyebrows furrow slightly.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

“Yeah?” She looks back at him, seemingly slightly surprised by the question.

“Not feeling faint or anything like that? You look pale.” He doesn't let it show in his voice, but there's concern starting to grow inside him. What if her injuries are worse than what he initially thought? What if there is some more serious wound that she has been hiding from him up until now? Or what if the Stellaron decided to sabotage her body again and she’s feeling sick? 

He goes on to disinfect the wound carefully, trying to make it seem like everything's fine. It's better not to freak Stelle out… Or give her a reason to tease him again.

She does neither of that, though.

“Do I?” she just asks, and then shakes her head. “No, I'm fine. Don't worry about it.”

There's a “but”, he can sense it, but it doesn't seem like she's going to continue, and Dan Heng isn't sure how to make her talk. It's painfully obvious to him that there is something weighing on her mind, but he doesn't know how to approach it. He sighs quietly; sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes the Vidyadhara powers included mind reading - that way, maybe he could make some use of them.

As he reaches for the bandages, though, he suddenly realizes something.

He remembers how he found Stelle - in a dead end, backed into a wall, bloodied and dirty and clearly exhausted, trying to ward off three monsters at once. He remembers the look on her face; it was determination, but also fear, and it turned into relief only after she finally spotted him.

When he begins wrapping the bandage around her arm he asks yet another question, but this time his voice is softer.

“Still thinking about what happened?” 

He has to wait a few seconds for a response; once again, it's a nod.

“Yeah,” she admits, her voice similarly quiet. She's silent for a bit more, as if she was thinking about whether she really should say anything more. “...Sorry,” she finally adds. “You're right. I should be more careful, if I was then—”

“Stelle,” he interrupts her. She looks up at him, and their eyes meet. “Do you think I'm angry at you?”

“Maybe?” she laughs, but he notices her eyes are a bit more glossy than usual. 

“Then you should know that I'm not,” he says. He finishes bandaging her arm and gently takes her hands to examine them; thankfully, there seem to be no injuries there. “I might get annoyed, but I'm not actually angry, okay?” he asks.

“But… I don't know,” she says. “It’s just… It was scary? I don't know.” Her eyes wander back down, to the ground, and the look on Dan Heng's face softens. “If you didn't show up…”

“I know,” he replies. It's… Oddly painful to see Stelle like this, so unlike herself. This entire thing seems to have affected her more than he initially thought, and it makes him feel guilty for not noticing it sooner. At the same time, he feels odd being the one to comfort her right now - March is definitely way better at this than him - but… He supposes that this one time, he won't mind. But that obviously means he can't leave her with only two words, so he speaks again. 

“I can imagine this was quite scary, but it's done now, right?” he adds. “You're here, and you're safe, and that's the most important thing.”

She's quiet for a moment, but, eventually, she nods.

“...Right,” she says, and he's glad to see than when she smiles this time, it doesn't look forced anymore. 

[imagineyourworld]

The Paper

Steven Grant x Genderneutral!Reader, Marc Spector x Genderneutral!Reader (established relationship with both of them, though the fic focuses mostly on Steven)

Summary: You’re struggling with your term paper, luckily your boyfriends are there to cheer you up

Warnings: Talk of academic failure, self doubt

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By the time Steven came home you hadn’t gotten anything done. You had promised him a delicious dinner to celebrate the end of the week, you had promised yourself to write at least two pages for your paper. And you hadn’t managed either. Instead you had spent half the day scrolling aimlessly on your phone and the other half either staring at an almost blank document or writing, deleting, and rewriting the same two paragraphs.  “Hello, love. How was your day?”  Your boyfriend’s cheerful voice as he closed the door and removed his coat and shoes only made you feel worse.  “Can we please just not talk about that?”  The cheerfulness in his voice was replaced by something darker, something more concerned as he called from the bathroom. “That bad?”  With a huff you finally closed your laptop, not even bothering to make sure the couple of sentences you had managed to write that day were saved, you knew you’d delete them the other day anyway.  “The worst,” you sighed. “Why did I ever think studying history would be a good idea?”  You turned around in your chair once the water stopped running and a moment later your boyfriend stepped out of the bathroom. As soon as you laid your eyes on him you regretted unloading all your crap on Steven. The dark circles under his eyes and frown on his lips spoke of yet another night with barely any sleep and a stressful day at work, and here you were complaining about writing a simple paper.  “Because you love it,” Steven simply said. He walked over to you and placed a sweet kiss on your forehead before pulling your head towards him and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You instantly leaned into him, burying your face in his soft t-shirt. It smelled of lavender and something that you could not name, a scent that was just Steven.  “I do. I love history, but why did I think it would be a good idea to quit my job, my job at a museum I might add, to go back to uni? It’s madness and I should have known better,” you mumbled into Steven’s torso.  Instead of saying anything your boyfriend just pulled you even closer. For a while you stayed like that, breathing him in and enjoying a small moment of peace.  “I didn’t even make you the special dinner I promised.”  Steven pressed a kiss to your hair before letting go of you.  That’s it, you thought. Now I have made him mad. Steven always does everything in his power to take care of my and I can’t even make a bloody dinner. He’s gonna leave. He’s gonna leave me because he finally realised just how much of a loser I am.  You should have more faith in your boyfriend, because instead of leaving Steven got down on his knees in front of you so the two of you were eye to eye.  “Who cares? We can get some takeaway. What about that Indian place we’ve been dying to try? Or maybe pasta?”  Before you had the chance to say anything, Steven took both of your hands in his and began to rub soothing circles on your knuckles.  “Why don’t you take a shower while I order the food?”  Finally, you nodded. With a soft smile Steven lifted your hands to his lips and pressed a kiss on each one, causing you to smile as well, though yours was nowhere near as bright as his.  “Steven?”  Steven, who had already gotten up to look for his phone, turned around to look at you.  “Yeah?” There was a fearful expression in his eyes, though you had no idea what it could mean.  “Can I get extra naan bread?”  As quick as it had come the fear vanished again.  “Love, I’d buy you an entire bakery if I could.”  For the first time that day the sound of laughter floated through the flat. How Steven always managed to lift your mood even on the worst of days you would never know.  “Just the bread, please.” 

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“The worst thing is that I actually am interested in the topic and it’s not like it’s the first paper I’ve written, I know I should be able to do this, but I just can’t. Every single word I write sounds wrong, I can’t make sense of my own notes, and I don’t even think I have a bloody hypothesis! What paper doesn’t have an hypothesis?” You had been rambling about your paper for almost fifteen minutes, all the time it had taken Steven to finish his food and for yours to go cold.  “When is the deadline?”  “At the end of the month, eleven days from now,” you mumbled while simultaneously trying to chew a gigantic load of curry and rice.  “And you far you only have the introduction?”  You nodded, still chewing.  “That’s not that bad.”  Finally you swallowed your food and were able to talk again. “Not that bad? Steven, I still need to write at least ten pages, ten incredible pages, and proofread and make a bibliography and I don’t even like what I have written so far.”  Steven nodded. “You know, I’ve talked to Marc and we both think you’ve got this. You’re brilliant. After all, you managed to put up with Donna for years, how hard can a degree be after that torture?”  His words put a slight smile to your face, and yet you shook your head.  “Stevie, you guys have to say that, you’re my boyfriends. But my professor probably won’t agree. And I need a good grade, otherwise my entire average will be pulled down by this one paper.”  Steven didn’t say anything, he simply reached across the table to take your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze.  “Why don’t you walk me through everything you’ve written so far and we can go from there?”  At first you nodded enthusiastically, Steven was bloody brilliant when it came to history.  “And Marc said he could always threaten your professor to make sure you’ll pass. Though I think he was joking,” Steven said.  Laughter burst past your lips. “I hope so. God, I don’t know what I would do without you guys.”  You got up from your chair and walked over to Steven to engulf him in a tight hug, to which he replied by pulling you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around your middle.  “You’d be just fine without us, you’re smart and funny and you underestimate yourself.” You didn’t know how to reply to that, so you simply didn’t. Instead you leaned against Steven, resting your head on his, his curls tickling your nose.  “I love you,” you whispered.  He turned his head to press a gentle kiss on your cheek. “I love you too.”  “If I do fail you both owe me something. I was thinking ice cream.”  Your boyfriend chuckled.  “Or we’ll go to Italy for a weekend, to celebrate your amazing paper,” he proposed, his voice now slightly altered and American. 

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This was nothing if not self indulgent and me procrastination writing my actual paper, hope you liked it anyway. 

[fortune-fool02]

A Safe Place

Bigby Wolf x female reader

Summary: An encounter in the streets left [Name] feeling shaken but she didn’t wish to trouble Bigby about it, but he had his ways of reading her. 

Warnings: Mentions of being robbed. 

This is a tester to see how I write for Bigby Wolf. Feedback is highly appreciated! Thank you. 

Please enjoy. 

It happened so quickly that it almost didn’t seem real to [Name]. The countless ways that could have ended differently; instead of walking home in the rain, she could be laying in a back alley in a puddle of blood. Thankfully, such events did not occur as her blood remained in her body and she scurried down the streets, her stomach twisting and flipping.

The image was burned into her mind, the barrel of the gun still staring her down, daring her to do something wrong so it could lash its attack, a coiled snake ready to strike. Nipping, biting fear chewed away at her the entire time, and yet she did nothing but what she was told to. Her mind blank despite the faintest of whispers, telling her to follow the orders, to not do anything stupid. Her bracelet, any money she had on her, and the bag, all of it was no longer hers. It wasn’t until she got some streets away that the wave hit her, crashing and bashing inside of her, making every organ feel tight. Her nerves coiled with a tension that her muscles shared, a grip around her throat that made breathing feel difficult. She just wanted to get someplace safe. Safe.

The street lights trailed, leading her to the Woodlands, iron gates offering her a sense of safety but did little to give such comfort this time, not until she was inside the walls. Inside his walls. The lift ride was silent, her breathing still a little quick with the anxiety chewing away at her body, clutching at her chest and squeezing her gut.

Once she made it to her destination, she rose her hand and knocked against the door, hand trembling as she did. A moment passed, then two, and she was tempted to knock louder before the handle turned and the door opened.

"[Name]? What're you doing-" Bigby's voice, mixed with confusion, barely finished its sentence before he was cut off by her arms wrapping around him, latching onto him with her face buried in his chest. Her body trembling. Bigby moved an arm around her while leading her inside, closing the door and then guiding her over to the table. He could feel her shaking under his touch, concern furrowed his brow, having not seen her like this before.

"What happened? Are you alright?" He knew it was a stupid question, [Name] was clearly shaken by something. A moment passed before she breathed and calmed herself the best she could. Her tremors calmed to a light shake.

"I... I went shopping... a-and then he cornered me in an alley.... a gun... a gun at my face." It wasn't difficult for him to piece together what happened, and Bigby could feel the anger gnaw at this. The idea of harm coming to her pained him, he never wanted to see [Name] like that again. The fear etched in her face, the shock shaking her body. He didn't want this again. He didn't want to see her like this.

Bigby held her hand, his thumb rubbing small circles on her hand, trying to bring her back to reality. It was an obvious fact that Bigby wasn't the best when it came to caring and showing compassion, but he was trying, and that was what mattered.

A small smile cracked her lips at this, she brought her hand up and wiped away some tears that threatened to brim her eyes. "Thanks, Bigby." The action was gentle, soft, so unlike how Bigby appeared, how he was known. Though there were moments where he tried, tried to show he was more than just bloody jaws and savage hunger. 

"Don't worry about it, [Name]. Just breathe." Doing as told, she took deep breathes, trying to calm herself and settle in her new surroundings.

"Can... can I stay here for tonight please?" She asked, her voice quiet but lingering with hope. With what happened, her own four walls didn’t feel strong. The door and lock to her home felt weak, rotting. Anyone could slip in, and no one would know until someone checked on her to find a corpse. The idea horrified her. 

“Yeah, of course. Um.... You can take the bed, I’ll have the chair.” With Colin gone, it freed up some space in the apartment, which Bigby was happy about. But he did have to admit he missed him, even if a little. [Name] looked at him then at the chair he spoke of. It didn’t look the most comfortable, and was likely the cause of the neck and back pains Bigby mentioned sometimes. 

“Bigby no, I can’t let you sleep on that. Please.” She couldn’t let him sleep on that while she had the bed, it was not fair. With no other option left, Bigby would have to share the bed with her. The idea, itself, was not unpleasant, if anything, it was a thought that had flickered in his mind a few times but the fact that the thought would become a reality was something else. 

“You sure?” He asked. 

“Yes.” 

It wasn’t much longer until they found themselves in that moment. Bigby had given [Name] a shirt she could use since her clothes were soaked from the rain. The pair laid in silence, their backs facing one another, but neither could find rest. This whole thing was something new to them both, and they were unsure of what quite to do to ease the awkwardness. [Name] has no idea why it felt so awkward even though there should not really be much to be awkward about. 

“So...” Bigby’s voice cut the silence for a moment, “... done anything new lately?” A soft chuckle was shared between them at this, easing the tension a little. 

“No, not really. Thanks though, Bigby.” [Name] replied, her body shifting and rolling around before she snuggled closer to him. “You’re warm.” The feeling that swelled within him at that, at her touch, was one that he would not forget any time soon.

"No worries, [Name]."

[crazyotakugal]

Soaring Hearts

Part 4.5

Soaring Memories

Author’s Notes:

Hey!! It’s taking me a while to write new chapters and I’m sorry! 😢 I am working on a few new chapters and even a few new story ideas. Here’s a little something to tide y’all over until I get my butt in gear and get a new chapter out.

Warning: NONE

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There was little 4 year old you, sitting on the nasty living room carpeted floor quietly reading a book that someone had thrown in the trash. The TV blaring some sports game while your “dad” sat at the table chugging down beer after beer grumbling about something under his breath.

“DAMMIT!” Your father yells jumping from his chair causing you a jump a bit in your spot.

A half full beer bottle explodes against the wall next to the TV. Your father red faced and trembling with drunken rage.

“FUCKIN’ LOSERS! COST ME 1k AGAIN!” He screams, angrily sweeping everything on the table onto the floor. Slamming his fists over and over again on the table.

You just keep silent, staring in terror at the brut of a man that spawned you. His gaze falls on you, still fueled by drunken anger. You flinched at the look in his eyes, knowing what’d happen next.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You huddled on the steps of your apartment building, trying to keep the snow from falling on you. Though the cold air felt good on the new black eye you were sporting from your dad. He’d usually take his frustration out on you if your mom wasn’t home to take the beating instead. You’d gotten lucky with getting away with a black eye this time. Last time he’d beaten you so bad, your mom had to rush you to the ER.

You lived in a very poor area. All the buildings were old, covered in graffiti, and falling apart. The people living here were like your family, on the wrong side of the law and struggling to live. Poor. Sad. Desperate. There was no schools, so you had to learn by collecting books usually from the trash. Your mom once came from a wealthy family, but then got herself caught up with your dad then had you. She’d been shunned from her family and had no contact with them. She was usually gone working so you could survive. Your father was an ex yakuza goon that had been kicked out and now was just a low life criminal either getting himself arrested or spending what little you had on gambling or drinking it away.

It was cold outside and quiet. People probably hiding inside trying to stay warm from the snow. Your mom wouldn’t be home for a few hours still, so you would have to wait for your dad to pass out first. You just gazed up at the never ending sky wishing you could fly away from everything. That’s when you heard faint crying nearby. Getting up from your spot, you follow the sound to a narrow alleyway next to your apartment building.

Huddled next to the dumpster, was a little boy with blonde hair and bright red wings. With the way the building overhang shielding him from the snow, you would’ve thought he was an angel aside for his tattered clothing. His face was buried in his knees, clinging to an Endeavor plushie as he cried. You saw the smeared blood on his sleeve and cheeks, probably from a bloody nose. He’d obviously gotten the same treatment as you had.

“Um, hey, are you ok?” You slowly approach him like you would an easily startled cat.

His small wings flutter a little and he looks up at you with teary eyes. He looked like he was around your age maybe a little older. His eyes matched his golden hair. With careful steps, you approach him and kneel next to him with a kind smile. He rubs his eyes and nose vigorously a few times, smearing more of the blood on his face on his arm. You reached into your pocket, pulled out a napkin, and proceeded to wipe the blood off his face.

“It’s ok,” You reassure him as you gently wipe his face, “My dad does it to me too.”

He doesn’t say anything, just looks up at you with big doe eyes as you finish wiping his face with a smile. He eyes your black eye, understanding exactly what you meant.

“There!” You beam, “All done!”

He just stares blankly at you, without any response. His golden eyes void of any emotion or feeling which made you feel incredibly sad. You noticed the various bruises and scratches all over his arms and legs. He must’ve gotten beat up quite often, probably by both his parents. He shivers a little bit, his breath coming out in puffs. He was most likely freezing out here.

You concentrate carefully and push all your energy towards your hands. You feel the tingling sensation in the palms of your hands as a small flame forms. The kid jumps back a little, but then stares at you in complete awe. He comes closer towards you, gawking at the flames dancing in your hands.

“I can’t do much, but this might help,” you gather some dry pieces of paper and twigs before laying the flame down on it’s new home.

The boy just gawks as he looks at the fire then back at you. He hugs the Endeavor plush even closer to his chest with one arm. For the first time, he gives just the slightest smile staring at the fire. It makes your heart soar at the sight.

You concentrate as hard as you could holding your palms flat, facing upwards. The familiar tingle, a little stinging this time because you still weren’t used to your quirk. This time, a small butterfly of flame formed and sprouted a life seemingly of its own, fluttering into the air. This time, the boy smiled in amazement. He watched the as it danced around in the air. His scarlet wings flapping with excitement.

“Y/N!! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!” Your mother’s voice echoed from the street.

You jumped up and started running, but then stopped and turned to face the boy.

“My mom’s calling me! Please stay warm and I’ll see you around!” You smiled sweetly at him.

Turning, you started running again to find your mom. Soon after that, you had to move to the states and never saw the boy again.

[sarahisslytherin]

Could you do a fluffy Neville fic? With like him talking about plants and worrying about annoying the reader but the reader tell him they love it? Or really anything fluffy with nev

hello! thanks for the request! this is my first time writing for neville, had a blast writing it and realized idk how to use commas lol. i hope it’s what you had in mind hon

mimbulus mimbletonia & other magical plants // n.l.

Summary: Neville fears he’s boring you with his greenhouse tour, but you convince him otherwise. Contains: Some disgustingly tooth rotting fluff.

“This one here is a mimbulus mimbletonia, my favorite. It’s quite rare, actually. They originate from Assyria. See these boils here, love?” Neville asks you and you snap back into it. You’d drifted a bit in the middle of his explanation and you hope he didn’t notice. 

“Yeah, I see ‘em.” you get nearer, overcompensating a bit for your distractedness. But Neville’s arm comes up against you before you can lean in too close.

“Careful, darling.” he cautions worriedly. “You see, the boils are a defense mechanism. If you touch ‘em, you’ll be covered in Stinksap. Don’t want that, now, do we, love?”

“Oh, shit.” your eyes bug out a bit as you take a small step back. He lets out a chuckle at your frightened state, and is quick to pull you into his side.

“No need to fret, I’ve got you.” he coos, a sweet smile forming on his lips as he turns his attention back to the plants.

“Oh, babe, I’ve almost forgotten! You must see this one!” he announces excitedly, like a kid in a candy store, never releasing your hand as he strings you to another end of the greenhouse.

“This one’s a fluxweed.” he tells you once you’re standing in front of a new batch of plants. “It’s one of the ingredients for the Polyjuice Potion. They also help with stomach aches and wounds, that sort of thing. It’s the one I put in your tea when you’re feeling sick, love. The one you always say tastes bloody awful.” he snickers to himself at the recollection. 

He dumps all this information on you in a matter of seconds and though you really couldn’t care less about the plants yourself, it’s the look on his face as he explains that has you so interested. His eyes are lit up as he turns and sees that you haven’t drifted off yet. But soon you notice his brows furrow and his lips curl into a slight frown.

“Forgive me if I’m boring you, darling. I know no one really cares about plants.” he says lightheartedly, as if trying to convince you it doesn’t affect him at all. “Let’s go to Honeydukes and get something to eat.”

“No!” you yelp, blocking him in his endeavor to walk you out of the greenhouse. “No, I want to see more plants.” you say, giving him what you hope is an adorable and irresistible pout.

“Love, it’s quite alright.” he chuckles, running his hands up and down your arms gingerly, “What good is having a girlfriend as lovely as you if I end up boring her to death, eh?”

You don’t laugh at his little joke. Instead you cross your arms, the perfect gesture to go along with your jutted lip and puppy dog eyes.

“I want to see more plants. Love watching you talk about ‘em.” you repeat, cupping his face in your hands. You press a tender kiss to his lips before pulling away. “Please, Neville?”

“Goodness me, I’m definitely not strong enough to resist that.” he groans in defeat as he tucks you into his side once again, going on about how fluxweed is currently endangered and how at this rate, he’s going to have to find a new plant to put in your tea when his darling girl is feeling under the weather.

[the-broken-truth]

Can I request RE8 women (Lady D 、Donna...etc,you can pick who you want to write!)be protected by a human who wear full Knight's armor,use sword and sheild to fight,and they think that knight is a man.

But one day, that knight take off the helmet,and they are wrong,the knight is a woman.👩 ⚔

Sorry if I misspelled something, English is not my first language.

Broken Truth (Sharpening my sword): Hm, Dimitrescu or Donna... Dimitrescu or Donna... Hm... Why not both? Let the words weave together!

[Mother Miranda's Chapel - During A Lord Meeting]

"Thus, it would be better if you all were to... Alcina!" The Raven Winged Woman yelled out all of a sudden, causing the regal woman to jolt in her seat and almost drop her cigarette.

"Huh?! What?! Yes, Mother Miranda?" She asked as she looked at the woman in the golden mask.

"In case you forgot where you are - we are in the middle of a meeting and you are allowing your mind to wander instead of remaining focused. Care to explain why you are so distracted?" Miranda asked as she folded her arms with a glare under her mask.

"Please, forgive me, Mother Miranda - I was still...trying to analyze something that happened yesterday. You see - a few of the village's man-things decided to attack my castle." Alcina began.

"What's new about that? You report an attack on your castle once every two to three weeks; what makes this one so different that it's distracting you from the meeting?" Miranda asked.

"Well, Mother Miranda - It wasn't the event itself but the person who came out of nowhere and slaughtered all of the opposers." Alcina said with a slight blush on her face.

"Person? What person?" Miranda asked.

"Well... A Knight."

[Flashback - The Day Before - Attack On Castle Dimitrescu]

Once again - the reckless males of the village gathered again to attack the residents of the grand castle that overshadowed their home, but there were more of them than last time. The full moon shined over the castle, lighting the area around the - there were at least 50 or 60 humans there; armed with farming equipment or small handguns. Alcina and her Daughters were standing before the grand door of their castle - claws and sickles ready - the first man who held a pitchfork made a dash for the eldest daughter but before he could even get close to her, the silhouette of a caped figure shrouded the light of the moon before the figure came crashing down in the middle; acting as a bridge between The Dimitrescus and the Opposers.

The figure rose to their feet and the light of the moon made their features known to all. They were tall - at least 7 feet tall - dressed in a black metal armor that bore wolves on the shoulders and in the chest plate, the eyes of the wolves had rubies for eyes; even the helmet was in the likeness of a wolf and the back of the legs had a tail made of fur - was it real or did the wearer hunt down a beast and take its tail as a trophy. By their side, the pommel of the sword shined in the moonlight and even that was a wolf.

"Who the hell are you?!" The man said.

"Silence, you waste of flesh and blood." A deep voice came from the helmet, making the man flinch - a male was in that suit? That would explain the height. "You dare rally drunken minds to harm your masters? You have no honor and thus no worth, therefore..." His hand came over his side and wrapped around the handle of the sword before slowly pulling it out of its case, "You have no lost your privilege of life for even having the thought of harming House Dimitrescu!" He howled as he darted at the crowd of men with the speed of a beast on the hunt.

With a single swing of his sword - the first 10 men were killed. Alcina and her daughters watched in awe as this armored man slaughtered men who harm on the Dimitrescu Family. With another slash of the massive blade, 8 more were killed. He kept at it until the last man - the one who poisoned all the others to fight a losing battle; he was shivering and dropped his weapon as the tall man walked over to him, his armor and sword dripping with the blood of his lackeys.

"You are the orchestrator of this madness - the one who weaved chaos and delusion into the hearts and minds of these men." He growled as he raised the bloody blade over his head. "It is your fault that wives have become widows, children grow without parental guidance, and fathers...bury their sons; let that weigh on your mind...as you face your creator for judgment." The sword came crashing down upon the man - slicing him right down the middle.

"That...THAT WAS AWESOME!!" The excited cry of the youngest Dimitrescu Daughter as she buzzed over to the knight and began asking him questions: Where did he come from? Where he learned to fight like that? Where he got his sword and armor? If he could teach her how to fight? The Armored Man just stared at her.

"Daniela, that's enough." Alcina said as she cleared her throat and walked over to her daughter and savior, "I thank you for your but assistance but my daughters and I could have handled them." Alcina said.

"A Lady of your stature doesn't need to sully herself with dirt - it's not worth your time or the time of your daughters. Your time is precious and should be wasted with trivial matters such as this." He said before turning on his heel and jumped so high that he was once again cast in the moon's shadow before he fell in the forest somewhere, leaving the daughters and Lady of the castle just standing there...with a light blush on the lady's face.

[End of Flashback]

"HA HA HA HA HA! Lady Super-Sized Bitch has a crush! Oh, this is so rich!" Heisenberg laughed to the point he almost fell out of his seat.

"Silence, you stupid man-thing! You're just mad that he is more of a man than you will ever be!" Alcina roared at her brother who was going to shout back when...

"Hold on, ya talking that a tall dude - black armor with wolves all over it?" Angie asked from Donna's Lap; Alcina looked at her confused.

"Yes, that's my knight." She said.

The doll burst out laughing.

"Your Knight?! That's Donna's Knight! He saved her just last week!" Angie smiled.

"WHAT?!" Alcina yelled - jealousy clear in her voice.

"Yeah - it was late one night; we were looking for a plant that grew on the edge of the valley wall when..."

[Flashback - The Valley of Mist]

"AHHH!" The Dollmaker cried out as the rock under her feet broke away and she began to fall down into the misty darkness of the valley she called her home - tears in her eyes, reaching for the growing moon in the sky that seemed to get smaller and smaller with each second. She closed her eye, waiting for the sudden impact that would end her life of misery when she felt another force - an arm secured itself around her waist and she was pressed a cold chest, she kept her eye closed until she came to a stop and slowly opened them when she came face-to-face with a metal face in a wolf snarl.

"Are you alright, my lady? That would have been quite an unpleasant fall." The deep voice spoke from the metal wolf's locked jaws - Donna's eyes widened at the shining [E/C] eyes that looked back at her from the holes in the helmet.

"I...I am alright." Donna's voice came in a whisper.

"That is good to hear. Now, let's get you back to your companion." The Wolfish Knight said as he looked up and lunged himself up the wall with one clawed hand while holding Donna with the other, refusing to let her go. The moment they reached the top, Angie ran up to them.

"Donna! Are you alright?" She yelled.

"Worry not, Little Angel; your mother is safe, I was not going to let anything happen to her." The Knight said.

"Who are you?" Angie asked.

"I have no name, Little One." The Knight said as he held his hand out to Angie, "Now, take my hand and I'll get both of you back home, it gets rather dangerous around her at this time of night." He said.

Angie looked at the black clawed gauntlet for a moment before she took it and was pulled into an embrace and sat in her mother's lap before the knight rose to his full height and carried the woman bridal style before jumping into the trees - leaping through them like a Forest Cat - before falling to the ground in front of Beneviento Manor and sat them both on their feet. The knight gave them a nod before turning away and leaping away once again - gone from their sight.

[End of Flashback]

"Well...Just because she knew him first doesn't mean that she can have him." Alcina said.

"And what makes you think you deserve him? He saved us first and Donna even saw his eyes; you didn't have a decent conversation with them." Angie said.

"He is my knight and I shall not let anyone take him from me, not even my little sister." Alcina growled at Angie.

"Hey, you can't claim him for yourself if he doesn't want you!" Donna said as she rose from her seat.

"And what makes you think he wants you, little dollmaker?" Alcina smirked.

"I don't know what he wants but if he were here, I would as him!"

Oh, fate - how you be a lady.

The Window above Mother Miranda's head caved inward and two figures came crashing into the stone floor of Mother Miranda's Chapel - the first being one of Karl's Massive Lycans - The Varcolac - and...

THE KNIGHT?!

He was holding the beast by its head as it tried to sink its teeth into his armor. The Varcolac's hand lashed out and knocked the knight into one of the stone walls - making a large hole in it.

"My Knight!" Both Alcina and Donna yelled out before glaring at each other, "Your Knight?!"

A flash of black bolted out of the hole and metal arms wrapped around the beast's neck before twisting - snapping its neck. The Knight dropped the dead creature and exhaled before the wolf face he wore began cracking and broke away: revealing [H/L] [H/C] hair, [E/C] eyes, [S/C] skin with a scar across the face and...

A feminine face?!

THE KNIGHT WAS A FEMALE?!

The knight looked up at Miranda and the other lords before bowing in apology. "Forgive me for this interrupting, this beast attacked my home and I had to put it down." She said. Alcina was quick and was at the knight's side with her hand on the knight's shoulder.

"It's quite alright, cavalerul meu (My Knight). You had to do what needed to be done to keep your lady safe. If you wish, I can bring you to Castle Dimitrescu for a meal and a safe place to recover; it's the least I can do, Darling." Alcina blushed at her words while the woman in armor just looked at her in confusion before she was pulled away from Alcina.

"Hey, Tall One! It's been a while! Thanks for saving us from that thing. Sorry about your mask, Donna and I can get it fixed for you and you can stay with us while it gets fixed." Angie said while Donna smiled.

"Excuse me?!" Alcina said as she marched up to her little sister, the knight moving back. "I was the one who invited my knight to stay at Castle Dimitrescu while she heals, you can't roach on my bonding time with my future partner!" Alcina yelled at the veiled woman.

"And who said she wants you, Alcina?! Didn't you see if was uncomfortable with the way you were touching her?! It's clear she doesn't want you!" Donna yelled back.

"She does! Don't you, cavalerul meu?!" Alcina turned to the knight...only to find her gone. "What?!" She looked around, "Where did she go?!"

"She jumped back out that window while you two were arguing. Looks like she doesn't want either one of you." Karl smirked.

"SHUT UP, KARL!!!" Donna/Alcina/ and Angie yelled at him.

[End]

[justiceforvillains]

The Pretender

Paring: Fem Reader X Bangchan

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: brief mentions of violence, death.

Summary: Basically Bangchan having a shitty day before meeting you, now he has to pretend that he's someone he's not, just so he can see your innocent smile.

It's my first time writing for Stray Kidz, so please be kind :)

Last thing Bangchan wanted to do in the morning was beat someone to death, last thing he also wanted to hear was a little girl pointing at him hysterically crying and chanting "MONSTER!!"

But here he is, just trying to go back to his car when he felt something or rather someone bumping into his legs, his hand immediately went to his gun before he turned around to look at a small girl, not even a second later she burst into tears repeatedly screaming "monster" at him.

He knew he wasn't exactly prince charming, it didn't bother him, what did bother him however was the amount of people staring and glaring, but with one glare back they all turned on their heels leaving the poor girl in his care, he decided to just fuck it and leave the crying little brat alone before he heard a soft voice speaking from behind.

"hey little one, what got you so worked up?"

He turned around again only to see a pretty girl crunching down patting the smaller girl softly on the head, the girl hiccups before turning to him again and pointing "monster"

The pretty girl looked up, only for her eyes to widen, great now he needs to run back before you have the chance to call the cops.

"that's not a very nice thing to say about someone, he's a person and people have feelings would you..."

Instead of calling the cops you're sitting there scolding the little girl, he's dumbfounded, do you not recognize him? Did you not see his bloody hands?1

"I'm sorry mister.."

the littel girl rubbed at her swollen eyes and then started explaining how she lost her parents and doesn't know where they are.

He doesn't know how or why he ended up in your shop you owned a small bakery, he looked around to see how well decorated the small space was it was a mix of brown and beige.

You said something but he wasn't listening he turned to you "what?" "I was saying my name is y/n" he doesn't know why he enjoyed the soft smile you sent his way, he returned it "Chris" "well Chris it's nice meeting you" your glance at his hands did not go unnoticed by him.

"you need to run your hands under cold water or it will bruise, follow me I'll show you the bathroom"

Once again dumbfounded you just invited a scarred man wearing all black with bloody hands into your bakery and now you're offering him help so his hands won't bruise.

He followed you silently he didn't move not when you showed him the bathroom, not when you opened the cold water for him, and definitely not when you took his hands in your soft ones telling him a small "it might sting" and running them both yours and his hands in the cold water, the sudden sting however made him come back to reality.

"um thank you.." you looked up at him smiling "it's alright, you know my brother was a boxer too" "boxer?" his confusion was evidence in his voice and in his face you returned the same confusion "huh? Yeah boxer why else would you have bloody hands?"

Oh so that's why you weren't scared of him, he smiled "yeah I am I was just confused on how you found out" "well I'm a smart girl aren't I" the soft giggle you let out had him smiling, it's been so long since he had such an innocent conversation.

You took your hands away to grape a towel, drying you then him "all cleaned up!" you cheered "thank you.." "you're not very talkative Chris are you?"

"well normally people tend to avoid me to be honest with you" the smile you had on fell and was replaced with a sad look, for some reason it tugged at his heart to see those sad eyes directed at him.

"kids can be mean sometimes and so are adults, you look fine to me I'm not scared of you and I'm not going to avoid you"

The laugh he let out stratled you jumping in surprise at the usually quiet man "sorry... Sorry it's just the first time I meet someone like you" the fact that you thought people avoided him for his looks was hilarious, yes people tend to avoid him, sometime also for his looks but most of them knew who he is, knew what he does.

But small innocent you just thought you were comforting a normal citizen "well I was always told I'm quite strange" "that makes two of us pretty" he commented immediately smiling widely at the small blush and off guard look you gave him at the nickname.

"I.. Umm.. Do you want something to eat?" he nods smile still plaster on his face at your flustered Form "get me something you would recommend" how fast your attitude changed form being a little flustered mess to excitement and happiness at his words had him chuckling.

A normal citizen who's aspiring to be a boxer? He could pretend to be that for you just keep smiling innocently like this.

Sooooooo like I said this is my first time writing for SKZ, if anyone had tips or advice on how to better my writing please do tell me.

✦ Masterlist ✦

[sunsents]

Empty - F.W (1/2)

Gah daym this was a JOURNEY to write. I swore to myself to never write angst because, well I suck at it. But here we are, I swear this has a good ending because my heart can't bear that. I could've written this much better, so I promise to bring my A GAME for chapter 2. Enjoy, also Lee in this is a hate crime. This is very story telling-esk so I hope it flows well.

I wouldn't have written this chapter without the help of my good friend @mochiixjimin she helped me edit and spice up this whole thing so thank you so much to her! She's an amazing writer, go check out her work and show her some big love right now or else!! her wattpad

Chapter 1 out of 2 (Backstory)

Summary —> Life has always been a cruel joke to you, yet you simply play along. Overshadowed by Eva Burke your whole life, watching from the sidelines while everyone flooded each other with love, it would always feel like a joke.

Pairing: fredweasley x fem!reader

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST (with a fluffy ending in the second part) / One mature scene (18+) and then it's angst again <3 / Some slander / Offensive language

Rating: 18+

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

You were a bright child.

Beaming bright enough to keep a tight lipped smile during flu-shots, and enough to put on a happy façade when your dad threw away the drawing you had done of your family dog, rather than hang it up on the fridge.

Children have foolish dreams, and that was yours. Your friends in preschool boasted about their pictures being hung like trophies on fridges, with decorative magnets and even bigger pink bow ties.

The fridge in the Y/L/N manor was empty. Always empty, just how Ms. Y/L/N liked it. Empty marble floors with empty rug designs, and empty rooms with even emptier people living in it. They were both empty people. Hollow and void of any emotion, at least towards you.

You were different though. You were filled to the brim with ambition and hope and so many positive emotions that your parents never seemed to reflect on you. You were like those Disney princesses. The princesses always had hope, and when you have hope good things happen.

Right?

Your dad never meant to give you false hope. He just wished you’d keep your mouth shut as he worked until late hours. Using big words and having big aspirations, you shouldn’t have.

Mr and Mrs Y/L/N weren't bad people per say, just busy. They didn't know how to raise a child, this was obvious, because the purpose of even having a child was to fix their marriage. But a temporary fix wouldn't do it, it never did. There was always that hole on the roof, leaking rain of despair into their falsely built home that no bucket big enough could hold back. Because it always found a way to overflow.

They didn't know how to show their love, so they did it with money, clothes, toys and crayons that you would later use to draw pictures of your family, only to have them end up in the dumpster once again.

They spoiled you rotten, bought you gifts you never even dreamed of asking. You just shut up and enjoyed it, what else could you do? Whine and demand attention? Risk losing their favor? There was no favor to lose.

You got yourself a fat A plus on your third grade math test. Star stickers on your chest, you entered through the glass double doors of your house with a crooked smile - two front teeth missing of course - making your joy all the more endearing. Your backpack strapped tightly over your narrow shoulders, hanging low with all the crammed books you pushed before leaving school because you were just so excited to show your parents.

You received a big sloppy kiss from your Nanny, who practically was like a second mom to you, and dashed right into your fathers office to show him your new accomplishment.

"Good job, I'm proud of you."

You froze. You found a way to actually get their attention. The attention you so craved, the recognition you would die for. This was revolutionary. Basically a new era for you.

Nanny made you a star shaped cake that night, and sat with you while gently stroking your hair and listening to you blabber about how easy the math questions were. It felt warm, motherly love. Even if it was false, it would never compare to the love of your own mother, a love you would never get.

You spent all your night studying, your eyes burning under the harsh light of your lamp in the early mornings and your pencil, ebbing away over sheets and sheets of blank paper. Writing away your little hands off until they ached, just to snatch another A and get a good job.

This was good, it worked out very well. You became that student who looked forward to class, just to get a good grade and have the validation of your parents. The sight of your father’s lips quirk up even in the slightest, and how your mother’s eyes shone briefly in appreciation of your hard work, even if it was for a quick second, it was worth it.

Until the new neighbors moved in.

Mr. Burke was a round, cheerful man with an even rounder belly, and a big fat pipe that always hung on his lips. Mrs Burke looked and acted like those fairy godmothers you adored. You couldn’t believe such people existed. Mr Y/L/N invited them over for dinner, for courtesy. He was not happy about said courtesy.

He ended up liking the couple, they had a little daughter called Eva, who was small and adorable with round red cheeks and big doe eyes. Not only Mr and Mrs Burke, but the Y/L/N’s adored Eva as well. She was happy, always smiling, and her teeth weren't nearly as crooked as yours, not to mention she had pretty long hair like a princess.

You liked her a lot, took her to pick flowers, showed her the drawings you had prepared for the empty fridge; in case Mr Y/L/N ever had a change of heart and hung them up, you had been trying for three years and weren't giving up any sooner.

Eva was nice, kind enough to share her M&M's and very used to compliments unlike you. She seemed to get a lot from her parents and yours. The adults were so kind to her, always smothering her with love and kisses. You were happy for Eva, happy that Eva somehow managed to gain the favor of your parents before you did.

Little girls tended to be jealous, you weren’t. You were just glad to have a friend so cool, she didn't blush and stutter under praise and apparently her drawings were pretty enough to go on a fridge.

It was a Thursday afternoon when your mom smiled at you for the first time since your last exam grade. "Look, Eva drew us a picture, isn't it pretty?"

The crayola stash under your bed was no longer needed, they appeared clumsily dumped in the neighborhood trash the next day, most of them stomped under the pressure of your little sneakers. And the bundle of drawings you hid under your pillow, wishing on fairy godmother that one day they would be hung up too, were ripped; clearly a struggle given. You had paper cuts on your hands, and your Nanny thankfully applied ointment before Ms and Mr Y/L/N noticed, or rather, stopped to care.

Though you knew that even if you paraded herself with bloody fingers dripping to your elbows, they wouldn't care.

Nanny did, she was there. There when you were haunted with nightmares when the moon was particularly dark, cooing at you and letting you sleep next to her in that small bed of hers. There when you tripped and fell, small scratch resulting in a screaming tantrum. She was gentle, sweet, paid well.

You decided to go and pick flowers with Eva, and make a pretty flower crown for yourself, months after your drawing incident. Of course, you didn't have such silly dreams anymore. You didn’t wish to have your pictures hung, to have your mother wear the flower crowns you made and frankly you didn’t care for the sight of the sparkle in your parents eyes. Nanny’s was enough.

Eva agreed, dressed in a pink tutu Mrs Y/L/N gifted. You didn't comment, though deep down you gazed at the skirt in sparkling envy. Your mother never bothered to get you such pretty things. The two of you gathered saturated petals and nice ribbons while giggling amongst yourselves. Until, you accidentally caused Eva’s flowers to levitate.

Eva ran home, crying and calling you a witch. Mr and Mrs Y/L/N’s dirty looks made her feel shameful, and even dirtier when a letter addressed to her was dropped by a pretty owl you insisted on petting. It was from a school called Hogwarts, in the faraway land of London, and it seemed, not only you but Eva got the same letter the next day.

Though the Y/L/N’s and Burke’s were proud of Eva’s letter. They weren’t with yours.

— — — —

The ride to Hogwarts was interesting to say the least. You had so many questions unanswered, were you a fairy godmother too? Was that your destiny? Was that the reason you never got any attention, because you were destined to give instead of receive?

Eva was cheerful as always, making fast friends in newly bought uniforms and holding a pretty, long and thin wand, with designs flowing across the premise. Your wand was...functional. You were sad you couldn't choose, and that the wand chose the owner. It didn't make sense, what if you didn't want this wand? What if you wanted something charming like Eva’s? It should have been mutual.

It was while trying to find your way to the bathroom that you met the Weasley twins. Quite handsome, a year older and absolute fucktards. A word you learned from the two. Though you always found yourself laughing more at Fred’s jokes, you liked them both equally.

“Hey George! Look.” Fred had exclaimed, clinging onto his brothers shoulder and dragging him across. “Who's that girl?”

You introduced yourself, happy façade on, gentle words slipping out of your mouth like nectar. They had to like you, you told yourself. Just this once, more than Eva.

When sorted into Gryffindor, Eva, you and the twins became inseparable. Your group grew in second year, when Katie, Lee and Alicia Spinnet joined the bunch. You would make fun of the ghastly Potions Professor Snape, and imitate Dumbledore in the hallways to mess with the older students.

You loved your time at Hogwarts, and the adventures that came every year. Especially when Harry Potter joined.

“Hey Fred.”

Fred, who was fiddling with his bracelet you had bought him hummed in response, not bothering to look up.

You sighed, “Do you think the flowers can feel it when we pluck them?”

Fred turned at that, his bracelet was now tightly secure after his struggles. “I hope not.” he smiled, a faraway look on his face whenever he gazed at you. “You know, some people like pain.” he winked.

You merely looked at him confused, clearly way too young for...whatever that is.

He started laughing loudly, slapping his knee and causing you to scoff and slap him on the shoulder.

Third year was when it bloomed. The slight girly attention you gave Fred grew. Fred was...Fred. A handsome ginger, beater for their house's Quidditch team, always charming and charismatic that somehow oozed out of him whenever he did anything really. It was not unusual, every girl in school had a crush on him. That wasn't the case, Fred was one of your best friends, and you refused to entertain the idea of a possible...relationship.

Yet sometimes, you'd find yourself thinking about hugging and kissing Fred like you’d seen couples in your favorite movies did and you’d fall asleep with reddened cheeks and a boy with even redder hair in your mind.

But feelings couldn’t be controlled, nor easily hidden. Eva found out in your fourth year after hearing you mumble his name in your dreams. Fred Weasley was getting more handsome as years passed, and you found it hard to contain your feelings. You were crushing, hard.

Eva was...Eva about it. Happy, but nothing changed. She didn't tease like George did when he found out, nor did she act any differently towards Fred.

“Hey ____!” Fred had sat next to you, shaking the entire couch because he grew that tall during summer. “Got a new girl after me.” he looked at you, almost expectantly, as if you wouldn’t react the way you always reacted.

“That’s great Fred.” you smiled, gulping whatever lump that was forming in your throat and struggling to come out as vulgar words you wished to yell.

“Yeah,” Fred sighed, “It’s...great.”

Fred Weasley was a ladies man, and he wasn't afraid to show it. It was okay, because you were happy enough to be one of his closest, and that was enough. He often boasted about getting girls, and how successful his jokes were, and you always loved snapping back to him cockily, even more cockily than him. Playful banter was easy, comforting between them and when he turned away you would love to shyly entertain the idea of being one of those girl’s Fred talked about.

Fifth year, you had a sudden growth spurt. That was also the year where you discovered Cosmopolitan, Vogue and of course Witch Weekly. Hair no longer in a ponytail, legs shaved and smooth, short skirts with no nylons, you were a new person. After getting your period in third year, your spurt came late, but sudden. Way too sudden in the time of three months. It was hard to handle the changes occurring to your body. It was all too much that you had to become a lady and the fact that you didn’t have your mother to help was a pain you hid deep within.

It was as if whichever god above decided to squeeze your entire life into a summer and call it a day, because it was simply too busy. How ironic. No one saw your growth except old Nanny Gladys. Not Eva, nor her parents considering they went on a getaway and the Burke's, who had gone to Brazil.

But you were over that, you discovered the great telephone, and the great Hermione Granger, package deal with Ginny Weasley. You guys would talk on the phone for hours upon hours, Ginny obscuring your personality and Hermione altering your view on your parents. And Hermione was right, they were assholes. You didn't give a flying fuck about empty praises anymore.

You had become almost too tall for your older clothes, and your breasts were way too big to fit in the training bra you bought not even a month ago. Your hips, now wide and swaying as you walk became graceful, were decorated with long gem bracelets.

You cursed like a sailor that summer, ran around fields with family - your family being your dog, Jambo - bare feet. You stomped on flowers you used to pick as a little girl, stomping on those silly fairytale dreams you used to nurse, and never felt freer. For the first time ever you felt that maybe being empty could be more freeing than having false hope weighing you down.

Returning to Hogwarts was a big deal to students. Who changed, who glowed up after what happened last year - nothing, it was all childish drama.

Before your parents could even see your new self, your escapade to the Granger household was successful. The Y/L/N's didn't care, nor did they write. You knew it should’ve hurt, but frankly, you didn’t think having the pain in your chest was worth it. Hermione was awestruck, of course, after laying her sights on you for the first time since May and insisted on walking into the Entrance Hall, arm in arm with her and Ginny to show you off like some sort of revelation.

It was a revelation all right, at least to the boys, and some girls. It seemed no one saw you as a girl before. George oogled, and Lee was so shocked to find out that you were actually a girl with a pretty figure and an even prettier smile that he stopped clapping you on the back like he always did. Not a girl, you have become a woman. It was far too sudden, new uniforms and a whole new wardrobe had to be bought.

"____? You were a girl?" Fred joked, ruffling your hair like nothing changed between you. And that's when you realized, no slutty skirt, how much pushup your bra, or no matter how pretty your hair looked, Fred would always see you as ____, the girl with crooked front teeth and who once ate a worm in second year. Your teeth weren't crooked at all anymore - thanks to a few years of braces - and finally clear of uncomfortable metals but you felt as if Fred would always see the ghost of them on your pearly whites when you smiled.

He had this view of you that blinded him, caused him to treat you as he treated Ginny while he flirted and played footsie with other girls, including Eva.

That did not stop Eva from giving you false hope, and you took the bait, naive like always. Hope, that's what ruined it all. "You're beautiful now, of course you have a chance!" she said, rubbing your shoulder reassuringly, as if she had warmth to begin with.

It was all false, yet you still believed. You always had. Like a fool.

Ginny didn't like Eva, and maybe that's why you gravitated towards her. She was the first person who had ever met Eva that wasn't charmed by her kind smile and attractive words. Eva was...displeased. She grew up having the attention of everyone around, so when Ginny Weasley told her straight to her face that she wasn't shit, Eva seethed. The attention of Ginny changed nothing though, because Eva was the main character. Everyone - except Ginny, and secretly Hermione (though she would never say it) - loved her, they followed her around like puppies and praised her on her wonky wand work.

The upcoming Yule Ball brought great upswing to Hogwarts.

You were far too busy with her classes to take interest in the tournament - even though the dragon race was the gnarliest sight you had ever seen. Your goal was set, become a badass Auror and move out as soon as possible, so you didn't have to face your parents (except Holidays, yuck.)

But the Yule Ball was your chance. A chance with Fred Weasley.

You could ask to go as friends and maybe, just maybe a little hope and the night would end much more romantic than you had anticipated.

Plucking up courage was the hardest part, you practiced with your bathroom mirror so long that Ginny had to blast through the door and drag you out of her dormitory.

Fred Weasley agreed, why wouldn't he? You, his closest friend, asking to go as a group and drink all night while gossiping? It was a win win. At least that's what you told herself.

That was a lie, it wasn't a win win.

You gave it your all getting ready, dress silk, makeup and expensive shoes. You took a long shower, scrubbing and shaving yourself to a smooth gliding porcelain, only for it all to be washed down with reddened eyes and a boy with even redder hair.

Fred greeted you the same, danced the same, and you chatted the same; you were reminded again, for the second time, that you stood no chance.

Fred told you that he was going to get drinks, a quick trip to the booth and mumbled I'll be back in a second. He was not back in a second. Several minutes passed, and your worries caused your feet to follow after Fred's footsteps.

You ran, trying to find him in the empty corridors of Hogwarts, tears welling in your eyes because he wouldn't. He wasn't that cruel, life wasn't that cruel.

But it was, and in a distant empty classroom you saw Fred Weasley, on his knees and between Eva's legs, groaning and praising her like a starved man. Worshipping her like everyone else had, burying himself in her and completely forgetting the drink he’d bring back in just a second. He’d left you thirsty and alone in the Great Hall and left you to drink from a cup he hadn’t known to be forbidden. Yet Eva did.

Eva's perfect dainty hands tangled in his ginger hair, thighs clamping shut while her high pitched moans flooded your mind and echoed around your head. They were so loud that she couldn’t even hear the loud echoes of your footsteps and the woeful cries that left your lips as you ran. It wouldn’t be the first time she had ignored your pain for her own selfish reasons.

Your heart shattered, and suddenly you were six again, watching your parents praise Eva, hang her drawing on the fridge. A soft breeze tickling your bare toes, dangling from the small cushioned seat you sat on while you watched Eva braid Mrs Y/L/N’s hair. Emotionless, silent, not asking for anything, knowing that you won't receive in return. Eva's small hands carefully placed the flower crown on Mrs Y/L/N’s pool of hair, and she smiled, heart warming and hopeful. Suddenly you remembered the feel of your own hands tangling in between your locks as you stood on your tiptoes, trying to imitate your mothers braid on yourself in the mirror you couldn't reach. You pretended, only for a moment before it twisted into knots.

What a cruel joke, you thought as you watched Eva receive the world from Fred, from your parents, from your friends and from every damn person you had met.

You cried on a big set of stairs that night, your wails echoing as you asked whoever, whatever what you had done. What you had done to deserve such treatment from the people around you. It was rather cliche - and maybe a bit too dramatic. It was an uncomfortable seat of course, and your body, as well as your heart, ached. Pain, misery, false hope and enough hair spray to melt the ozone.

The princesses always cried on big sets of stairs, uncomfortable stone floors causing them to shiver while they hid away their beautifully animated faces in their perfect hands. This was different, there was no fairy godmother to fix your makeup and clone a gentlemanly Fred Weasley, a perfect prince. You knew, because you cried, and prayed and cried and prayed until your throat was sore. There was no fairy godmother, it was all a lie. There was no happy ending. There would be none.

No one came to find you that night either, and you had to drag yourself back to the Gryffindor common room, feet bare, mascara, blush - anything else you put on in hopes of being able to become like Eva even only for one night - practically nonexistent from the way your tears washed them away.

You didn't sleep that night, and your head was unusually clear, pounding, but clear. You laid awake, eyes blood-shot and stinging while your dress shuffled uncomfortably between your sheets. You were too tired to change, and your dress was far too pretty to be worn so short.

Ginny's words replayed over and over again. "They're not worth it." her voice was so clear, and true. Mr and Mrs Burke weren't worth it. Your parents weren't worth it. Fred Weasley wasn't worth it. Eva wasn't worth it. The midnight chirping of bugs invited themselves in from your open window, and blue moonlight streaks beaming down in lines from the tulle curtain flowed with breeze, it was calming.

You felt calm, for the first time in sixteen years. You felt calm.

Fred and Eva started dating that week. Everyone acted like they expected it, and you realized just how blind you had been. Eva Burke and Fred Weasley, golden couple of Hogwarts.

You watched them, emotionless, as they embraced with love and so much passion that you felt embarrassed. Embarrassed at how you’d blushed and squeal over Fred in front of Eva and George and anyone who had found out because now you knew. Now you knew that their amused smiles were probably pitying grimaces because they knew that you two were never meant to be. It was always Fred and Eva.

Fred was an amazing boyfriend, making sure Eva was taken care of, lovingly staring at her whenever and wherever, arm looped around her waist at all times; you realized they were truly not worth it.

"You disgust me."

You didn't mean the words to escape so carelessly, but when you said them, you realized you didn't want to take them back. The growing pit in your stomach felt weightless. "Excuse me?" said Fred, stopping his nibbling on Eva's neck, who was just as shocked. You scoffed, Eva already had enough purple bruises to parade around so why did Fred have the need to add more?

"You heard me right," George, Lee, Ron, Harry, Katie and whoever sitting in their circle stared at you, wide-eyed, Ginny and Hermione, however, were grinning devilishly. Kind ____, wouldn't hurt a fly, quiet at times and didn't know how to stand up for herself. It was shocking, but you were done pretending. You didn't want to be like that anymore, you wanted to say whatever came to mind and not worry about the consequences. "You guys disgust me, I know I should be supportive but you don't match, at all."

You turned to George. "And you, no you can't talk about Katie like that." George went pink. "You're disgusting for sleeping around carelessly and telling girls you'd write, stop giving people false hope. Grow up. You’re nearly an adult and you can’t even treat a girl right."

"And you Lee," Lee went quiet. "What gives you the right to make fun of me like that. I'll wear whatever the fuck I want, just because you don't have the courage to wear a headband. If you can talk about my breasts, I'll talk about your shrimp."

"Ron, you take advantage of Hermione then lead her on. Open your eyes, asshole."

"Harry, you're not the main character. You're not always going to be the center of attention, nor do you have the right to yell at your friends."

"Alicia, god you're so stupid. I'm sorry, you're great but such an airhead. No, you can't ride a Thestral if you can't see them, and stop eating quill ink they're bad for you."

You stood up, grinning proudly, heart loud in your chest you feared someone might hear. "Frankly, I don't wanna be friends anymore. I'm done with this façade, except you two, 'Gin, Hermione. The rest of you are just so fake." she gestured to them. "Boys," she nodded again. "Don't talk to me anymore, and Lee, give me back the money, think it's about time don't you think? I've been paying for you since third year."

And with that, you left. You left Three Broomsticks, grin wide and chest heaving. Hermione and Ginny ran behind, whooping and cheering you on as they laughed.

The news of your outburst spread fast like wildfire caught in wind. That week was bliss, you no longer had to watch Fred and Eva, nor did you have to act sweet to anyone. You didn't have to laugh along Lee's sexist jokes and look away to wince, it was pure bliss. You realized that the feeling of being free didn’t have to be momentary.

Pansy Parkinson was surprisingly a good friend, she didn't have the same fakeness to her, the one Eva had where her smile was too kind. She spoke her mind, though every Slytherin did, and you liked that. Ginny wasn't happy with your new found friends, but she couldn't separate you. You made your own decisions from now on. It was refreshing.

You told your new friends everything, eager to get it off your chest and breathe, and they listened. For the first time, someone listened. You didn't have to get good grades, nor did you have to act like a sweet angel.

You teared up the first time Pansy said; "It's not your fault,". You knew it wasn't your fault, but hearing someone else say it with such genuine eyes made you believe. Actually believe.

It started off with you watching from the sidelines as Draco and Blaise pranked, insulted and shamed whatever your old friend group did. It wasn't unusual for Draco to act this way, but he got especially irritated after hearing what you told them. Blaise, someone usually quiet, had stepped up and decided to somehow release the pent up anger he had for the Gryffindor students.

The year ended, and you had started to sneak in an insult or two towards Fred and Eva. It felt nice, like finally, step by step you were clearing your years of hidden jealousy. But, there was no one to tell you that this simply wasn't the right way.

That summer, you stayed at the Burrow. Ginny had invited you and you were quick to say yes; obviously a fact forgotten. Fred, George and whoever you had insulted last year stayed in the same house. You simply didn't want to go home, and if this meant seeing Fred Weasley then you had to endure it.

Molly Weasley was the sweetest person you could ever meet, and it was genuine. It felt genuine, you feared your teeth might rot if the woman got another word in. Molly greeted you as if you were her own daughter she hadn't seen in years. You felt valued, seen.

Until Eva was there, Fred invited her. You had to watch the only person you were able to love, introduce the only person he was able to love to his mother. It wasn't you. It would never be you.

And you realized, even after everything, Eva had once again found a way to be more loved than you.

The grin Molly broke out was nothing short of beautiful, and you couldn't help but smile as well. The smile wasn't directed towards you of course, and you sat on that small kitchen chair, celebrating a relationship that caused your ruin.

Eva didn't care that your friendship was over, nothing budged in her life. She still got the same attention, still received the same love from Fred. The same affection, the same attention and the same everything. Or so it seemed.

Though unlike Eva, Fred merely watched you with sad eyes.

You stayed clear of the couple and the rest. You hung out with Ginny and Hermione only, ignoring the dirty looks Ron and Harry gave you. The secret, whispered insults Eva threw your way. George didn't say anything, but he didn't object either. This was enough to show how he felt. At this point you really didn't care. Why would you, when they didn’t either?

You held your head high just like Ginny and Hermione told you to, and you spoke in a loud and clear tone whenever asked something. Eva didn't, she stuttered when you spoke to her directly. Her words scrambled against each other when she tried to voice her insults in louder statements than a whisper. For the first time, you felt relief. You felt intimidating, protected by the barriers you had built around yourself.

Longest day of summer hit, and it boiled. Tanning became a distant dream, you would bake in this weather, and you were thankful to the big AC box you had brought from home. You couldn't sleep that night, sweat beads falling down your forehead that was already covered in a thin sheen. You had decided to get a cold glass of water, not sure how you ended up face to face with Fred Weasley. His wand tip shone with blue light, and his freckles were much darker because of the sun. It seemed the sun decided to be cruel to Fred Weasley back and wash Fred over with it's deathly heat. He was sunburnt, this was an understatement. He was burnt.

You couldn't help but start laughing when you met, ignoring the proximity, ignoring the sleeping house, dead silent and a big leap from the lively Burrow, ignoring Fred's soft breaths he let out every other second. You couldn't live off on false hope anymore.

Suddenly it wasn't so funny anymore, and your face quickly fell. You took a big step back and inhaled, ready to ignore him like you had been doing for the past year. But Fred Weasley was a persistent man, and he gripped your arm and looked at you with determined, doe-like eyes. "Tell me what I did wrong." he said, adamant on fixing this, whatever this was. You both didn't know.

You stood silent.

"Please flower,"

"Don't call me that." you said, stern and gaze sharp. Fred didn't react, he kept on insisting.

"Please, tell me how to fix this. I can fix it," he pleaded, a plethora of empty promises fell out of his lips like nothing. He lied like it was nothing, he was oblivious to everything he and everyone around them had put you through. It was infuriating.

You didn't say anything. You knew he would not fix anything but maybe staying silent would give him the false hope that spinned mockingly in your head for the past eighteen years.

"I'm sorry, just please. I can fix this, I promise, don't be like that." empty tears fell down from his eyes. He looked empty, tired. They lacked the charm they usually shined with and you wondered if it was only you that caused such dullness. Eye bags prominent that you never noticed before. It all felt like a lie, a cruel joke.

Fred Weasley was simply a cruel joke. His presence could only be compared to a shot of whiskey, especially when you down it like how Hagrid nurses a Firewhiskey filled pint glass. You never know how it will hit you. But in the end, you'd always find yourself curled next to the toilet, crying your eyes out because your headache was simply too much.

He was sobbing now, hanging onto your waist like you would simply vanish and you let him. The grip he had on was like steel vice - almost concerning - but you didn't touch him, didn't say anything. You just let him be, like he did to you. Allowed him to hopelessly hang off you before you would eventually leave him alone, like he did to you. "Where did I go wrong? How could we end up like this? What went wrong?"

‘You’, but your voice couldn’t be found.

Questions were useless when the answer was already right in front of his eyes. You didn’t let a single tear fall, you wouldn't forgive yourself if you cried in front of him.

You blinked, and that night was over. Summer continued on like nothing happened, like it didn't leave you heart broken and in such shame yet again. You continued on ignoring Fred as he looked at you with sorrowful eyes. Looked at you more, with more than he did his own girlfriend.

You blinked and the school year started again with another terror looming around the corner. There was simply no need to keep up anymore, because school was easy. You attended classes, got good grades, a few scar here and there from Umbridge's torture chamber, a woman who stood at a whopping five foot three yet still teriffied an entire school.

You blinked and you had already become a proud member of Draco's insult the Gryffindor's club. You didn't even feel bad, being horrible to the people you hated for years felt like a breath of fresh air. You didn't go as far as physically hurting any of your old friends, but coming up with damaging insults was such fun. A lot more fun than sitting around with a fake smile.

You blinked, and you were already moving out from your childhood house. Mr and Mrs Y/L/N were unusually happy, this was a given. They would have a new empty room and make another office, like they didn't have enough already. You feared they would start getting rid of bathrooms once too into their work, and they would have to do their business in bushes or buckets. Scratch that, you didn't fear that, it would be fucking hilarious.

You blinked, and when had time passed too quickly? Where did all those empty childhood years had gone? You were already graduating, on your way to become an Auror. You had lost contact with all your old friends now, regretfully Ginny and Hermione too.

The war had hit too quickly, luckily you survived, so did your friends. Unluckily, it left you with a nasty scar right across your left brow. It looked sick, but the hit wasn't worth it. It hurt like a bitch. You could see, it was a close call but vision wasn't an issue. The trauma though, god did Bellatrix's breath smell bad.

When it was all over, you had seen Fred hugging his family tightly. It seemed the Weasley's all survived, and you gave them each tight lipped smiles while holding a bunched up rag to your head to stop the blood gushing out. This wasn't the reunion you wanted to have with Ginny, but hey, you take what you can get after a revolutionary Wizarding war you barely made out alive.

Before a franticly running Fred could reach you though, you apparated to your flat in Diagon Alley, ignoring the thrumming of your heart, and how you practiced in front of a mirror to congratulate their successful joke shop that morning.

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Hello! I recently follow you and read your writing of DC. I love it, your writing are really good! For a request, i have this idea...

Platonic yandere Damian wayne with twin sister reader. Maybe, when they were kids, he used to be hated her because she was excelent in everything and have a little care and love from Talia. But she really care for his brother and then Ra al-ghul put them to fight among themselves on a cliff to see who was going to be the future leader and in a bad move, they ended up hanging up in the cliff. Then his sister, not wanting to see his brother die, brings him back to the surface and she ends up falling. Damian didn't know how to react and only receive a slap from his mother .

How about, after Damian goes to live with Bruce and being the new Robin, in one of the fights with Slade and his partner, this partner decides to let himself be trapped so that Slade can escape. In the Batcave, they take off the mask to discover that it is their sister, but someone very different, with another personality, cold, somewhat insane, hostile and very intelligent like that, because she was submerged in the Lazarus pit by Slade, who consider as a parent. Maybe Damian will try to reason with her and apologize for what he did to her. She tells him that it is too late and a smoke bomb explodes to reveal that Slade came for his daughter. She, determined, goes with him, but Damian tries to stop her, but is defeated and tells him that he should never have saved him, to see how Damian tears up and before leaving, he laughs and says "I didn't know that demons cry "

it could be possible? Thanks!!

Ukht: Sister in Arabic

Title: Not Again

Talia was surprised when she gave birth to twins. The boy a few minutes sooner than the girl. She was glad as well as they had two lethal weapons instead of one.

Two children with the blood of Talia Al Ghul and The Batman.

There was a boy she named Damian and she name the girl Y/N. She cared for them a short time after they were born then they were cared for mostly by maids.

As they grew older Damian began to despise his younger sister. She was perfect at everything and he was always second best. He believed she got all the love of their mother and grandfather and left him with none.

They were 10 when they were dropped at the top of the tallest mountain on their land and told to fight to determine the next Leader of the League Of Assassins. They were equals. They fought for hours as they each met each attack with one of equal force same with defense. They were bloody and bruised and Y/N couldn’t bare to hurt her brother anymore. But we she was about to give, she didn’t notice how close to the edge they were. The stood facing each other with their feet barely not over the edge but as Damian attack he knocked himself over the edge because he lost balance as he grew angry and let his emotions over ride his training. But as he fell he grabbed onto his sisters leg and she was pulled down with him. The didn’t fall far as they ended hanging onto a small ledge not to far from the top of the mountain.

Y/N knew what she had to do, but did she have the strength to do it is what she was questioning to herself.

She grabbed the rope she had attached to her belt and used one hand to toss it up and luckily for her it landed around a tall rock while the other end flew back down. The two ends of the rope were next to her and she leaned over and attached the rope to Damians belt as he struggled to hold on. He looked over once he felt the weight on his belt and he looked back at her questioningly.

“I love you Damian.” She said as she grabbed onto one end of the rope, pulling Damian up to the top as she used as much of the weight she could to work as a pulley system. She didn’t want him to bed up falling back down so as soon as she saw he was safely to the top, or as safe as you could be on the top of the mountain. She let go.

Damian screamed as he saw his sister fall beneath the clouds to her death, and he couldn’t do anything. He hated her all of his life for reasons she could not control and he didn’t realize that he never triplet hated her until he realized he never had been without her. She patched him up after fights in the middle of the night so he couldn’t protest, gave his pieces of food, tried to show him love but he wouldn’t accept it, not from her. 

He regretted it now.

A assassin flew a helicopter up to the mountain with Talia in the back going to collect Damian. Once she arrived and Damian had fought the pain and walked onto the helicopter, Talia slapped him sending him to the floor with a red hand print on his cheek. He wouldn’t cry, never.

They arrived back at the compound and Talia led him to Ra’s. Of course they talked about everything he did wrong then made him practice for 5 hours until it was perfect. After they sent him away to sleep he had nightmares of his sisters death, and how he hated her all those years.

The next day he was sent to live with his father after the league was attacked and Ra’s was killed. His mother handed him off and later on he decided to stay with his father even after he was to be brought back to the league. It had been a few months since then and Batman and Robin were in the middle of a fight with Slade otherwise known as deathstroke. He was a powerful force to be reckoned with. But even worse now, as he had a sidekick.

A fully masked figure wearing fighting gear and knifes strapped to their thigh, not to mention the very sharp Katana they were wielding, it was a difficult task for them both. But Batman dodged a stroke from the blade and the blade hit a gas pipe, as it was about to explode Slade ran off and Batman was about to go follow before she tackled him to the ground. They fought for a good couple seconds before Robin joined the fight and she was knocked out.

Batman and Robin swung out of the warehouse with Batman holding the masked figure as the pipe exploded leaving behind a burning building.

They put her in handcuffs and put her in the back of the batmobile as they drove home.

“Who do you think she is Batman?”

“I’m not sure.”

They drove home in silence, when did Slade get a partner?

Once in the bat cave they tied her to a chair before Alfred fixed up their cuts. The figure began to slowly wake up and she struggled in the chair before settling while staring at the duo.

“Why were you with Slade? A partner? Sidekick? Apprentice?” She doesn’t respond and continued to glare. The Bat stared right back and couldn’t help but think she was very short, just a inch or two below Damian. Her eyes seemed young as well but didn’t hold any innocence.

“You heard him, who are you?!” Damian demanded by Robin put a hand on his shoulder

They still didn’t respond. But, an idea came to mind. If she gave away her identity it would distract them enough for her to initiate a plan.

“Take off my mask Damian and see.” She spoke ominously while they both looked in shock that she knew his identity. He got over it and quickly ripped off her mask and he was staring into eyes alike to his own.

“Y-Y/N?”

“Miss me? I’m sure you didn’t.”

“Who is she Damian?”

“He never told you about me?” She asked with a fake point then proceeded to smirk.

“Damian?” Batman questioned further but all domain could do was stare.

“I’m his twin sister.” If there was a time the bat had showed that he was shocked it would have been when he found out about Damian, but this one rivaled it.

“W-What?”

He looked over to Damian but Damian turned away.

“Yep, his little sister only by a few minutes.”

Damian and Bruce took off the masks looked at her. Bruce saw the resemblances, between Damian and her, between her and himself.

Damian knelt in front of her and stared into her eyes.

“Forgive me ukht, please forgive me.” Tears gathered in his eyes surprising y/n. Damian crying? That’s not possible.

“Forgive you for what Damian?” Bruce questioned staring at his children.

Y/N had her lips pursed so Damian responded.

“Our mother and grandfather put us against each other in a mountain… it was a fight to the death to determine who would be the heir to the league. We fought for hours before I let me emotions lead and I fell. I grabbed onto y/n and she came down with me. We felt onto a ledge with barely enough room for us to hold on.” Bruce’s eyes are wide and slightly teary. “She grabbed her rope and made a pulley system. I was slipping, she tied it to my belt and jumped, telling me she loved me. Pulling me to the top as she Plummeted down. She fell, or rather let go so I could live.”

“And yet here we are.” She spoke snarky glaring at Damian.

“How are you here then?” Bruce questioned feeling as if he knew the answer. Jason was a standing example.

“You already know Bruce. The Lazarus Pit. Just like how it brought back Robin #2.” She smirked as he glared slightly. Damian glared back at their father as he needed to calm down.

“But did you know something Batman?” 

“What is it Y/N?”

“We always have a back up plan.”

With that the wall bursted open and Y/N shook of the robes she had been working away with a small knife. She held up a small tracker she had on her and smirked at their surprise faces. The duo threw on their masks even though their identity’s were already known.

Slade walked in with swords at the ready and he threw one to Y/N.

“Nice to see you.” Slade smirked at her.

“To you as well.”

“Ready to go?” He questioned her ignoring the bat and the bird.

“Ready when you are.” They nodded slightly and

Slade attacked Batman while she got Damian. With the help of a smoke Bomb and their disorientation from the information that she was alive, they were fairly easy to take down. They knocked the duo down to the floor and tied their legs together, just to give them enough time to escape.

“You can’t go! Not again.” Damian yelled with tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t lose her, not again.

“Wow look at that Slade.”

“What is it Y/N?” He played along as they turns towards the whole in the wall.

“I didn’t know Demons could cry. You learn something new everyday.”

Slade tossed another smoke Bomb into the cave as the last dispersed, distracting Damian and Bruce since they had almost gotten out of the rope, and got far away from the duo.

Damian stared at the hole in the wall in a mix of anger and sadness. Bruce in shock still.

Damian sobbed and fell to the floor in tears.

“Not again.”

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Hopefully you liked it! Sorry it wasn’t too Yandere, I wasn’t sure how to make him a Yandere with this. But I how it was still good. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a great day! ♡