#slight correction i found the ingredients listed

[brunetterightsactivist]

i bought the large bag of the dry cat food i've been feeding my cat and tell me why it smells different and he wont eat it you guys i seriously want to start screaming and crying like i'm about to fucking lose my mind

[catchingdaydreams]

Wrong Summoning

Peter B Parker (demon) x reader

NSFW Warning

Imagine trying to summon an incubus but you don't have the correct material and summon a gluttony demon instead.

Don't worry he's very gluttonous for the taste of you!

( if it gets popular I'll do part two of just pure smut)

It was a cool summers night. The night was still young, many people were littered along one of the main streets, chasing fun and dancing to the music to various pubs and clubs alike. Rambunctious laughter could be heard echoing outside your apartment.

Your friends loved the nightlife, you though....not so much. No matter how much they try to plead and bribed you tonight it all fell short. You glance back at your window, seeing them hobble to a club across the street, you sighed. Partying wasn't your scene, tired it once and never again. Left a bad taste in your mouth. But you digress. A good book was better than being in a dark lit room, bumping against sweaty strangers.

Besides you had other plans today. You see the only good thing about a club compared to a book was that a book couldn't get you dicked down. Sure you have an entire shelf filled with nothing but erotica and your old reliable toys to keep your horny fill. However, it wasn't enough anymore. No matter how much you read, how much you fantasized, how hard you played with yourself, it only led with two outcomes.

1. You couldn't cum.

2. You didn't feel satisfied no matter how much you fucked yourself silly.

You weren't left with many choices either . You were too shy and meek to really be interested in a relationship. Even when it came to flings you felt awkward about it. Mostly cause you live in the heart of the city's party district and the last time you tried a one night stand with some flirtatious hunk it ended badly. You kept seeing him around to the point you started to freak out that he was stalking you. You really didn't want to be riddled with paranoia once more.

Your last option was stupid, but decided that this somehow was better than the rest.

You aligned a summoning circle with finishing touches. Brushing your timber wooden floors with blood and rosemary mix, you wrote the incarnation that was in the book beside you.

Oh yes you were reduce to this. Summoning an incubus. While you don't really believe in the supernatural, you thought why not. It's not like anything bad will happen. A lot of smut that you read, well not a good source of factual material, was maybe influencing your horny mind too much right now. And if nothing happens, well at least you had your own version of a wild night to tell your friends about , low key going insane and becoming a blood version of Picasso (yeah probably shouldn't tell them that...).

The book beside you, you found it at a little second hand bookstore. You were looking for a new mystery novel when you saw the old thing slip of the top shelf and landed right on your head before falling on the floor. Its pages directly landed on how to summon a lust demon. It was like fate. And you willingly accepted it.

The old book was hard to encrypt. Most of the summoning list was layered in vagueness and rhyming its ingredient and steps. But you think you got the gist of it. You may have substituted some items with things you could easily get your hands on at your local supermarket. You hope the demon wasn't picky that you used your espresso martinie scented candles instead of votive candles, among other things you used.

Your last key piece was lighting up the candles under moonlight. You light each one and read out the chant that was in your book. A slight breeze swept through your apartment despite having all your windows closed. It cause you to shiver on instinct. The flames of the candles flickerd but remained intact.

"Did it work?" You thought to yourself, skeptical at your handy work. "Maybe I said it wrong", You question yourself further. You had to use Google translate to understand how to pronounce the Latin words, maybe you should have used a more reliable translator?

"No didn't work, the incubus is suppose to come out of the summoning circle." You correct yourself, looking over the illustration of the old book once more before trying to summon it once more. And again. And again.

It wasn't working.

You slapped your face, muffling a desperate scream with your hand, you chucked the damn book at the summoning circle. Walking to your kitchen you grabbed a bottle of wine. Not even bothering with a glass you took a swig at it. You sigh glancing back at the contents of your fridge. You had a whole bag filled with pigs blood. 'Great what are you going to do with that!?'

"Your fucking stupid y/n!!! Believing that this was real. Get your damn head of the clouds, now I've gotta spend my Saturday night cleaning blood, chalk and other shit off my floor!" You slammed you fridge shut in anger. The light if the fridge disappeared, leaving you in complete darkness. That's odd, the candles gave off-

You looked over to your lounge room. You had to double take the situation. Your candles were completely out. Not even a wick of puffed out smoke filtered through the air. What was even weirder was that the moonlight no longer shined down onto your floors, despite no clouds blocking the moon. Your room was blanketed in darkness.

You gulped.

Oh it definitely worked.

You look a step into the room, inspecting your room closer.

"Hello?" Your voice was meek, practically a whisper. Yet you were only met by the unnatural coldness of the room. If it wasn't so dark you could probably see your breath. What you also noticed was that the outside music and laughter was pretty much drowned out in complete silence. Not a peep or a creek. Only your heart beat that thumbed through your ear drums.

Just then a ominous red glow came from the summing circle. You relied on instinct pretty much at this point, running behind the couch to hide. You were terrified but still curious, you peaked from the armrest.

The glow from the circle swirled forming ominous red smoke. The ground cracked open with a mighty shake, cries from the damned within bled into your room. A black claw came out first, reaching to the sky before landing itself on your floor, digging it's nails on the wood as it clawed towards itself. It was hard to see the full picture of this beast as the smoke covered most of its body but what was clear was his black obsidian-like ram horns that glistened despite no natural light. His eyes glowed deep crimson red as he stared into nothingness. His mouth opened, giving you a side view of his small but sharp incisors. He seemed lost in thought, like confused as to why he was here. That was that until he stopped and found you .He's eyes felt it bore into your soul, as of he was judging your sins.

You involuntarily gasped as you fully hid behind the couch now. Your skin was riddled with goosebumps, hair sticking on ends as you shake in place.

'Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope ,nope , fuck this shit' you stressed out, clearly having a internal struggle with yourself with the whole situation Infront of you. You regret being too horny that you summoned a fucking demon. And demons are real??? Oh God it's gonna kill you.

You anticipated for the worst.

But nothing happened.

You remained in the same place and so did the demon.

What you didn't expect was a throaty chuckle.

"Heh, sorry about the floor." The demon said with a hint of regret in his tone.

"And it's hard wood too. Damn really gone fooled this up already. Ah we could probably smooth out the scratch marks out. Maybe through a rug over it. If it can't be seen it's not there, yeah ? Yeah! That could work. Rugs bright out a room more-" He kept rambleing on to much of your confusion.

The demon looked about at the couch that you hid behind, taking notice that you haven't said anything or pretty much ignored his suggestions. He could sense he already stuffed up his introduction with you. So he tried again. Properly this time.

He coughed to clear his throat and began to speak once more. " Where are my manners." He clicked his fingers, re-lighting the candles around him, burning even brighter with his magic that it lit up the room, all still be a bit dimly.

"My name is Peter. How can I be of service to you Master" he says placing his hand over his chest as he kneel before you."

Peter could hear you shuffle behind , but still you didn't allow him to see your presence. He was even more confused, tilting his head to the side. He was so confident that you were the one that summoned him, he could feel the summoning pact from you. He looked around the small room . It was certainly a lot different from his last summons. More homely, warm even. He notices that everywhere he looked the walls there littered with books shelves stacked with both new and old books. 'So my master is a reader, huh?' He thought, thinking the likely reasons for his summons tonight.

"You have quite the collection of books don't ya?" He tries once more to start a conversation. " Gosh it's giving me cozy library in the middle of a country side vibes if I do say so myself. Bet you take pride in your collection, I can tell" he gleems a cheeky smile as he glaces some of the titles he hasn't seen before.

You really has no ideas what to say. One moment your terrified of him, then he's saying sorry and complimenting your books. That last part surprised you the most. Most people who you met would bring up the subject but then say nothing else. Your friends thought it was a boring hobby. Made jokes about being an old woman and all that.

You thanked the demon in a whisper.

"No problem!!" The demon chimed.

"Soooo am I able to see you, I mean I can pretty much do my job just right here perfectly fine but I wouldn't miiiiiiinnnnd , seeing my Master". He asked in a playful tone.

You debated over this, he looks scary but seems nice? Kinda awkward but nice. Removing yourself from your crappy hiding spot wouldnt put you in danger anyway. Regaining your thoughts You did make sure to salt the circle to prevent the demon moving outside of it. So even if he could try to harm you, he can't.

You slowly emerge and stand in front of the demon that you summoned. Now with the light of the candles and no fog you could get a better look at him properly. Along with the features you described before , he was tall, like bean pole tall. Certainly towered over your small frame.

He has the classic small black bat like wings on his back and an imps tail. His face featured that of a man in his mid 30s, a bit of scruff and distinct crooked nose. He was shirtless, but wore thin cotton robes. He looked very odd to be a incubus. Certainly you must have gotten the short end of the stick. He wasn't really your type.But you weren't complaining. He looked goofy. Major DILF vibes from him. Certainly was showing it through his dad bod. He was toned but not too much. Has a bit of chub with his gut that looked kinda cute hanging out-

Oh maybe he was your type. Wow okay then. You learn something new every day.

You felt too hot underneath his gaze, you hope that he couldn't see how bush was already forming. Your shyness was already creeping up on you once more as you looked away. The wine from before wasn't helping you.

But the demon kept staring at you. Finally, he broke the silence first.

"Huh?" Peter said out of disbelief, tilting his head the other side.

You looked back at him with confusion on your face. "What ?"

"Oh nothing, I just didn't know my master would look well like you." He says, gesturing his hands to you . This caused you to raise your brow. 'Did he notice your blushing or something. Was there something on your face ?' You thought, touching your cheek.

He took notice of your hand movement, quickly trying to resolve the situation once more

"Ah no I didn't mean it a bad way kid. It's just most of the time it's old men who summon me. Not that I'm saying I prefer that, it was a surprise, a nice one. No ,no you look lovely, oh gosh Peter stop messing this up again." He rambles on with apologies one after another.

It was a sight to see him jumble up with his words. He whole thing was so comical it gave yourself a chuckle.

He pause momentarily, looking back at you once more. His guilty face relaxed at your laughter. He signed out of relief.

A crooked smile was on his face as he relaxed a bit and started to speck without a speck of worry this time. "I'm really sorry can we start again?"

You nodded.

"My name is Peter!" He introduced himself, giving a small curtsy, chuckling at his actions. You matched his laughter. He beemed at your response, his wings flapping with glee as his tail wagged and hit your floor with each thump.

To you he looked like a golden retriever at this moment.

The tension in the room was no longer there. The coldness started to slowly dissipate, as a warmth grew between you two.

"It's nice to meet you" you say.

"Likewise~" he hummed, fiddling with his fingers he continued. "Soooo what gluttonous desires do you request of me?" He gets down to the point now.

Your face was stricken with confusion and he noticed. "gluttonous desires?". You repeat back his words.

"Yep that's what I was summoned for. I am a Glutton demon after all" he chimed, puffing his chest with pride.

You didn't really didn't know how to react. You were literally dumbfounded. Clearly you fucked up big time. You didn't respond to him for quite some time. He notices the stress riddled on your face.

"Master?" Peter called out to you. He grew concerned at your sudden change of expression.

He calls for you once more but you ignored him. You collapsed on the couch, placing your hands on your head you quietly sweard underneath your breath. You drag your hands on your face, hiding most of it from him.

He awaited for some sort of answer. And you gave it.

"I think I summoned the wrong demon" you state, not even bothering to look at him.

"You think you summoned the wrong demon". He repeats back dumbfounded.

Silence once again were between you two. Peter took upon himself to speak up.

"Ah okay not a problem, things like this happen" he says with a convincing voice. He flaps his hand in an 'no worries' movement.

"Really?" You ask, looking at him in shock and relief.

"Well no" He commented.

Fuck

" Well best no the beat around the bush, you got me curious now. What were you trying to summon then" he asks curiously, a bit too happy about all this.

You really didn't know if you even should say it. It was bloody embarrassing now. You were red as a beetroot and he certainly looks noticed that now. His eyes gleams at you with such delight. He took pleasure from your internal anguish.

"Well...you see...it's a funny story". You start to explain.

"Mmm, oh I love funny stories. Do tell ~" he says, plopping himself down on the floor, his hands cupped his face as his tail once more flickered back and forth.

"But maybe keep it to, 'long story short', it looks like my Master is turning red as hells fire itself!" He snorts at his own joke, wrinkling his face with a wicked smile as he slaps his knee.

You don't know how you could possibly go more red.

"I was ..."

You looked back at him but quickly looked down to the floor. You couldn't see his face right, hes being a right smug bastard.

"You were?" He trys to push for you to continue.

You sighed, shutting your eyes as you spoke next.

"I was trying to summon.....an incubus"

....

....

He snorts

And breaks in full laughter.

Peter looked absolutely enthralled by this whole ordeal. He would have never expected a little cutie like you would be summoning a demon of that caliber. He found you too shy and gentle for you wanting to experience raw an untamed lust. But he really shouldn't judge a character by the book. No, this whole meeting with you he found you blushing from ear to toe, first thinking it was out of embarrassment. Now he knows why. And now you piped his interests even more. A bit of him felt flattered that you even thought he was an incubus. His chest swelled with an unknown feeling. Not bad, and not good. It was a pleasant warmth. But he pushed that feeling away fast. He needs to focus on this little minx who summoned him. And oh boy, does he really have a lot to handle at the moment.

Peter wipes a tear from his eye as he tries to get a hold of himself. "Sorry sorry, heheh.. It's just..hahehe" he keeps laughing between.

"Okay okay. I'm fine now sorry. Tell me, you didn't substitute anything, beside the candles that smell heavily right now." He says, taking notice of the candles coffee scents.

"I used pigs blood. Didn't have sage nor Peony so used rosemary and hydrangeas instead", listed.You didn't even bother to look at him. You were too shamed of yourself.

"You're supposed to use your own blood. Creates a greater emotional connection between the incubus and the summoner. Pigs blood is the go to, to call a glutton demon. As for the other item, I have no clue how it affected the summoning but yeah. You botched it missy." He rants.

"I can see that" you sign. "So I'm really sorry but I don't really need your services, so you can just-" you point at the cracks of your floor boards " go back".

"Doesn't work like that kid" he mumbled.

"What!!!" You finally looked at him. "what do you mean, can't you go back?".

"Nope! I am here until a gluttonous desire has been filled. If you read that book correctly you should have known this already, tisk, tisk" He sings, clearly taking pleasure in your pain right now.

Peter slowly gets up from the floor, he stands in front of you as you were sitting, towering over you. He draws back a devilish smile, his fangs protrude out as his forked tongue slowly licks them. You sit in horror. The man before you, who joked and teased you looked down right sinful. You felt small, powerless despite him being caged right now. You gulped as your eyes met his teeth. You wondered how his teeth would feel on your skin, sinking into your neck. You were far too stressed out and humiliated right now, but a familiar warmth spreads down to your groin. You squeeze you legs together as you felt the start of your arousal. God you were pathetic. You hoped he didn't notice, but ooooh this demon did.

Peter chuckled lowly, he was enjoying the sight of ya. Your struggles was so fascinating to him. He never had someone interested in him. Sexually he means. He was always summoned by the power of greed, obsession. Powerful men wanted more power that a mere mortal can hold. Being the demon brought from gluttony, overindulgence was his way of life. And being the selfless demon that he is he doesn't mind sharing his way to others. Certainly doesn't mind when all his Masters, one by one are ruined from it. All their belongings, their pride and worth stripped away by the very thing that they wanted more of. He took great pleasure from it. And in turn kept his own gluttonous desires satisfied.

But now he has an opportunity to try something new. You brought it upon yourself to him on a silver platter. He first thought when he took a look at the situation that he was in was that something on the topic of books was your desire. Your link with him was not completed since you messed up his summoning, so he couldn't get a feel of his masters connection with him. No sense of obsession or greedy need from you. But Peter didn't need any of that.

You were an open book.

You wanted him.

And how can he neny that.

Certainly not when he too felt hungry.He didn't want just a nibble, or a taste. No, Peter wanted to devour you whole. He is gluttonous after all.

"Oooh Master~?" He practically purs towards you. He leans down at much he could with the barrier blocking him. You could feel his breath on your face.

"Were you really that dick hungry that you couldn't think straight with the summons. That eager to be fucked like the good girl that you are, that you couldn't even read the simplest of instructions. Now look at what it left you with. Nothing. Poor baby, noones here to please you, worship this gorgeous body until you cry out to God. Oh but he won't respond to sinners the likes of you love. Your too fucking gone now, tainted by lust."

You whined.

You really should be ashamed of yourself, but the way Peter spoke to your felt so right to you. Your panties were damp, and he hasn't done anything to you yet. You grew more needy for him, from just his teasing alone. You wanted to reach out and touch his pale and blackened skin. But you couldn't.Be damned, you were scared. Not getting cold feet or anything but he wasn't even an incubus. Your mind went a mile a minute, ending up with self doubt and negativity. He was just teasing you? Of course he was, you made a fool of yourself, he's just doing that for kicks.

"You know, I'm a pretty generous fella. I could help you. I believe this gluttonous desire would be more than enough to finish this ritual. What do you say Master~" he drags the last word as of he's breathless. He was getting ahead of himself with his eagerness.

"But your a glutton demon" you state.

"Mmm?" Peter responded, clearly not understanding what was going on with your mind.

"I thought gluttony was when your over eating." You say.

*Gasp*

"Certainly not. That's a harmful stereotype". He says in a shocked tone, crossing his arms, he looks away from you, he pouts.

"Ah shit sorry I-I didn't meant tha-"

But then quickly laughs it off, drowning out your apology. "Nah I'm just pulling your leg". He hums as he continues. " Gluttony is overindulgence." he corrects.

"Oh" you responded.

"And right now I want to indulge eating out your pretty little pussy~" Peter moans.

"Oh?...."

"Oh?" Again is puzzled by your reluctance.

'You're not messing with me, are you serious about this?" You questioned, still not sure if this demon is making fun of you.

"Yes~" Peter purred.

...

"If you don't believe I can beg fo-" " Ah that won't be necessary" You object but he does so anyway.

Peter instantly drops to his knees with a loud bang. His breath escapes him in a needy whine as he stared right at your with painful want. "Please, please Master let me taste you, I want to taste your pussy. Let drink from your sweet nectar. I can be your good demon for you. So good. If you let me. Use me. Order me master. To feast upon you. Let me devour you until you cry out for no more, to finally be satisfied. Please Master. Let me out."

Holy fuck. This man has no shame. Your left speechless as he just he smirks with such admiration. His body is shaking as if he wants to pounce on you, but the salt circle is imstill intact, preventing him to. All doubt has left your body when you noticed a tent that formed under his robes.

"You sure you aren't an incubus?" You laugh. He laughs back.

"Not sure, you know, might be one on my mother's side. Wanna find out together?"

[captainnightflare]

People Watching (Hermione Granger x Reader FF)

So this is my first official fanfic that I’ve put off for a long time. I’ve been wanting to practice more in writing and see how it goes 🫠

I do have a wattpad for this story as well so if anyone is interested it’s under the same name as the one listed above. I’m currently in the middle of writing the second chapter 😅 so let’s hope I don’t take too long writing that one.

Anyways I hope you all enjoy ♥️✨🥲

Chapter 1

Y/n had head over heels fallen for Hermione Granger. Who won’t? The girl was charming, brillant, and just an overall dream of a girl to have. That’s all she is to Y/n. A dream, very far from reach.

That didn’t stop her from daydreaming of the brunette all through potions class though. “Y/n!” Snape snapped at the girl.

“Huh?” Blinking, the young woman was pulled from her cloud nine when she heard the snickers of her peers, daring to glance around her eyes immediately were drawn to the girl that caused said daydreams.

She was giving her a slight point look, signaling her to the text they were currently on.

Love potions.

“Y-yes sir?”

The potions master was giving this class a special visit due to everyone’s advancements on the course. Even in their last year, the graduating class had an overwhelming amount of students wanting to increase their knowledge of the subject. Of course Hermione Granger would be one of them, and of course Y/n followed the girl’s lead.

“Tell me girl, what is the main ingredient found in all love potions?” Snape asked.

“Pearl Dust sir.” She replied.

The y/h/c could have swore she saw the dark haired teacher smile at her. It gave her the chills.

“Correct Ms. Y/l/n, I expect nothing short from someone of Ravenclaw. Now if the rest of you would please turn..”

Signing the y/h/c turned back to her textbook, tuning the rest of her class out as she used her pencil to tap a beat out. This damn song has been stuck in her head. It started slow and silent to not draw the attention of anyone around her.

Before long she was softly singing,

“I end up all alone but I still keep hoping.” A smile began to spread.

“I wanna feel all that love and emotion. Be that attached to the person I’m holding. Someday, I’ll be falling without caution. But for now, I’m only people watching.”

The beat and her voice came to an end as the bell rang. Grabbing her stuff Y/n made her way out the door into the busy halls. Ignorant of the soft brown eyes following her out.

Y/n made her way to the Ravenclaw dorms still humming that song, looking around to be sure no one would be she started to sing again,

“I’m only looking just to live through you vicariously.

I’ve never been in love, not seriously.” Mimicking the hit of drums the young woman made her way up to the entrance of the chambers.

“I had a dream about a house behind a picket fence.

Next one I choose to trust, I hope I use some common sense.”

“So that was the song you were tuning to in Potions.”

The sudden elegance of Hermione’s voice nearly sent Y/n straight into the wall. “Jesus, Hermione! When the hell did you get here? You damn near gave me a heart attack.” The girl had her hand over said racing heart.

“I apparated, how else would I catch up to you?” The curly haired girl replied with a teasing tone.

“Well.. you have a point.” The flush covering the girl’s cheeks was almost radiating. God, she did not expect Hermione to hear her sing.

The small silence over took the girls as the Ravenclaw student went to open the chamber. Finally feeling the heat from her face fade.

“You have a lovely voice Y/n.” The young brunette whispered.

And with that she nearly trips into the wall again, only to catch herself with her hands right before her face hits. “Y/n?!” Hermione rushes to the girl gently pulling her arm up and away from the stone wall.

“S-sorry!” Y/n stutters out as her face continues to turn a darker shade of red, a small laugh escaping her. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to hearing people compliment me like that.”

“Well you should get used to it, like I said you have a lovely voice. If you decide to use it more, expect more compliments like that Y/n.”

“Heh, you’re insane Granger.” The flush settled down to light blush as the girl was finally able to open the chamber. “I’m guessing from your sudden appearance you’re wanting to study together again?”

That cocky smirk was the y/h/c answer as she was pulled by Hermione through the common towards her dorm. “You ask as though we haven’t been doing this since second year.”

“Hey! First year you didn’t even want to study together because you enjoyed your precious alone time.”

“Yes well, that was my teenage angst trying to push you out before you got bored of me and left me to my studies alone.”

“You’re a mad woman if you think I’ll leave you alone anywhere Granger.” Y/n laughed as she ran up the stairs, completely missing the adoring blush coating her crush’s face.

“Dolt..” Hermione muttered softly before rushing after the girl.

“Ughh… Mione! My brain is going to explode.”

Sighing, the girl closed her book and looked toward Y/n who was spawned on the floor surrounded by books. “I completely doubt your brain will explode from the knowledge you just consumed.”

“You don’t know that.. There’s no studies proving that wrong.”

“There’s also no studies proving that right.” A small giggle slipped from the brunette as picked another book up before beginning to read again.

The y/e/c witch let out a huff before focusing herself back on her work. It wasn’t really working as she let her pencil begin to tap a familiar beat on her book. One that didn’t go unnoticed by a brown eyed witch, trying to subtly as possible see if the y/h/c witch will start singing.

To her credit she did begin to hum to the beat, small and soft mutters of the song coming through her voice.

“That wasn’t funny but she laughed so hard, she almost cried.

They’re counting months they’ve been together, almost 49.

She’s making fun of how she acted ‘round the holidays.

She wears a ring but they tell people they’re not engaged.”

Hermione’s eyes sparkled as her friend’s voice grew with each passing lyric. The beat of her pencil became more pronounced.

“They met in class for metaphysical philosophy

She tells her friends, ‘I like her 'cause she's so much smarter than me’

They're having talks about their futures until 4:00 a.m.

And I'm happy for them.”

Y/n’s voice began to grow with emotion as she let herself be lost in the song.

“But I wanna feel all that love and emotion

Be that attached to the person I'm holding

Someday, I'll be falling without caution

But for now, I'm only people watching”

The soft beat of the y/h/c pencil slowed as she let the tune fade with her voice. Finally taking a breath she felt a smile grow on her face. Turning her complete attention to her work. Failing to notice the curly haired Gryffindor stand from her bed, quietly approaching her.

‘I love you’, thought Hermione. ‘God, I love you Y/n’. The brunette carefully crouched down to meet the Ravenclaw’s gaze.

Said girl noticed her presence as she looked up. She gave the Gryffindor a crooked smile, “Hello Granger.”

Hermione smiled back, “Hello Y/l/n.”

The two held their loving gaze for what seemed like hours before Hermione slid her hand under Y/n’s chin, tilting her head higher. The tension was rising as their eyes connected with one another. The y/e/c and brown eyes drifted to each other’s lips. Y/n slowly swallowed as she felt heat rise to her face, “H-Hermione..?”

A small hum was given to the girl’s question as she felt her brown haired friend’s lips hover over her own as her breath hitched. “Y/n.”

‘This can’t be real. Hermione’s gonna–’

“Y/n.” That sweet angelic voice pulled her gaze back to her crush’s eyes.

“Hermione–”

“Y/n, wake up.”

“What?” Confusion set on the girl’s face. Her vision was blurring the beautiful face in front of her.

“Y/n wake up, it’s getting late.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/N!”

The sudden jolt of her slumber sent the y/h/c girl down to the floor with her papers. Groaning, as she laid on the cold floor. It was a dream. One sweet torturous dream.

“Jeez you were in some deep sleep weren’t you?” Asked Hermione.

“You have no idea.” The Ravenclaw muttered as she pushed herself off the floor, dusting off her uniform pants. She looked up to see her friend had packed her books and papers in her bag, ready to walk to her dorm. “You’re heading out?”

Sighing, the girl swung the bag over her shoulder adjusting it a bit from the weight, “I am. It’s getting closer to dinner time and you know how the boys are when I don’t show on time.”

A small chuckle escaped Y/n, “Oh I know, they worry for you. It’s sweet.”

The groan of protest came out of the burnett’s mouth, “It’s annoying. I am more than capable of protecting myself.”

“Trust me, you don’t have to tell me that Granger. I’ve seen first hand how hard of a right punch you can throw. Specifically at Malfoy.”

The beginning of a blush spread across Hermione’s face, “I really wish you would forget that.”

Smirking, the Ravenclaw girl made a show of putting up her hands in a boxer’s position. “And forget the day the genius Hermione Granger put Malfoy in his place? Absolutely not.” Laughing as she saw her friend hurry towards the door.

“Okay! Bye Y/n!” Said friend was about to reach towards the door when another hand appeared and opened it for her. Looking up and seeing a giggling Y/n. “Oh come on Granger, you know I gotta walk you.”

“Fine, but you have to carry my bag for me then.”

“Gladly.”

The two students made their way towards the Gryffindor dorms. Chatting about their day and studies.

“Honestly ‘Mione, you should slow down and enjoy our last year in Hogwarts. Have some fun, hell even go to a party with those hyper boys of yours.” Y/n teased as they turned the corner.

“Please, I doubt I’m missing anything. Besides, I could say the same to you. I never see you attend any gatherings or parties.” The girl pointed out as she turned towards her friend.

The y/h/c girl had at least the decency to look embarrassed before throwing her hand behind her head and turning away from her crush. A nervous tick the Gryffindor had picked up their third year.

“Well you never want to go to those, I don’t want to go without you.” The Ravenclaw muttered. Totally missing the blush now decorating said crush’s face.

“I-I didn’t realize..” Hermione whispered.

“It’s no big deal. Really. I just wanted you to have a bit of fun, you know, to make some memories with me.” Y/n carefully replied.

It wasn’t untrue. The girl did want Hermione to have fun, but there was also a selfish part of her that wanted to share some firsts with Hermione. First New Year's kiss which was quickly thrown out the window by Viktor. First dance, also Viktor. First kiss in the rain, Ron was able to score that. There wasn’t not many romantic gestures the y/h/c could do now for the girl that wasn’t already upstaged by her ex-boyfriends.

Sighing, the girl adjusted her friend's bag over her shoulder and both continued to walk in silence. ‘I’ve never really been in love, not seriously at least.’ Y/n thought. Sure she has had her fair share of girlfriends over her years in Hogwarts. But every time she looked into their eyes she couldn’t help but remember the chocolate brown eyes she looked for in the crowds of the hall. Every time they went to her Quidditch games she wished it was Hermione’s voice cheering her on.

The atmosphere had a heavy weight to it. Both girls were lost in their thoughts. Hermione not realizing until now that Y/n has been wanting to experience these sorts of things with her. Wanting to send some quality time together outside their classes and studies. The young witch bit her lower lip as she glanced at the y/e/c girl. ‘She never asked, she wanted me to want it for myself. She wanted both of us to have fun.’

Both girls came to stop at the dorm’s entrance, ‘Maybe I can change that.’ Hermione thought.

“Y/n–”

The loud opening of the Gryffindor’s common room entrance interrupted the curly haired brunette as a figure appeared.

“Oh Y/n, Hermione, what are you two doing out here?” Ginny asked.

“Oh uh, I was just walking Hermione to her dorm, we just got done studying.” Y/n replied as she handed the girl back her bookbag.

If you want to call Y/n falling asleep for the last hour of their studying as just done.

“Well I’ll leave you to it then. Also Y/n are you still going to perform at the festival?” The redhead asked.

“If you and the rest of the group are going to help me perform then definitely.” A small smile graced the y/h/c girl’s face.

Confused by their conversation Hermione asked, “Festival? What festival?”

Before Y/n had a chance to explain Ginny butted in, “Oh Y/n didn’t tell you? A bunch of Seniors are going to be hosting a small festival. It’s this weekend, a bunch of us are going to perform an act or song.”

“O-oh I didn’t realize..” The brunette replied softly.

“I was going to tell you later tonight at dinner, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to come and see us perform.” Y/n said, her hands coming back behind her head as she glanced down and playing with the imaginary rocks on the floor with her shoe. ‘I wasn’t sure if you wanted to come see me perform.’ She selfishly thought.

“I would love to.”

Snapping her head towards the young genius Y/n saw her staring straight into her own eyes. “What?” Both her and Ginny asked. It seems as though even their redheaded friend was taken aback by the witch’s reply.

“I’d like to see you– I mean both of you perform.”

“Really?” Y/n asked with a hint of excitement laced in her voice. Was Hermione really going to go see her?

“Of course, I would have said yes if you asked me you know.”

“R-right! I mean I was planning on asking you tonight but–”

“Don’t worry about it. I guess I’m seeing you this weekend then?”

“Yes! Yes, of course you will. Uh there’s no real dress code. Casual ya know? There’s going to be some vendors and games set up. Performances will start around 7 pm, we’re the finishing act so it'll be a while before you see us.” Y/n rambled on, she was clearly ecstatic from the news of Hermione going.

Which clearly did not go unnoticed by a certain redhead, she and the girls from the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff had a betting wager going on for when these two got together.

“I’ll be there.” Hermione smiled.

Y/n couldn’t hold herself back as she flung herself towards her crush. “Brilliant! I promise ‘Mione you won’t regret it!” She exclaimed.

A small dust of red settled on the girl’s cheeks as she hugged Y/n back. “I doubt I will with you handling it.”

Chuckling the y/h/c pulled back to stare briefly at her friend before letting her go and turning back towards the lunch hall. “Ginny will fill you in on the details Granger. We’ll make sure you get a front row seat to our song.”

“Wait, you're all singing?”

“Ha! She wishes, nope Y/n is going to be the only one singing and playing the drums.” Ginny teases.

“Wait! Y/n you can play the drums?” Obviously hearing her sing earlier the brunette wasn’t too surprised by that bit of information.

A snicker came from the y/h/c, “I gotta keep you on your toes Granger, don’t be surprised when I keep a few tricks and secrets up my sleeve.” With one wink the girl sprinted towards the lunch hall.

The blush seemed to have spread to the girl’s ears as Hermione could do nothing more but admire the retreating form of her friend. ‘I’m so screwed.’ She thought.

Giggling from a certain Weasley snapped her out of her trance making the girl glare. “Not one word Ginny.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Holding her hands up in defense the redheaded witch let the girl pass her as she made her way towards her dorm.

Well, this weekend was certainly something Hermione was looking forward to.

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My One And Only - Chapter 18

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"...I believe I found a way to subdue Hawkmoth"

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Her eyes repeatedly scanned the page, making sure she was reading it correctly.

"It won't defeat Hawkmoth" Damian carefully pointed out, not wanting to diminish her excitement. "But it'll be able to stop him for some time, a month or two at most"

"Do you know what this means?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "We'll be able to have some peace of mind! We'll be able to prepare ourselves! The whole of Paris! Who know, maybe we'll be able to get some clues on his identity as well as Mayura's as well!"

By the end, Marinette was spinning around the room, her slight giggles of happiness appeared here and there. Damian chuckled at her delight, seeing her happy was probably one of his most favourite sites in the world, that and seeing her flustered.

"I understand that you're excited but what do these cryptic messages mean, 'a tear of joy'? Did I translate that correctly"

She giggled at his confusion. "No that's one of the ingredients for the power up. Speaking of ingredients, I need to get some" Her bluebell eyes quickly scanned over the tablet again before she speed walked out of the hotel with Damian on her arm. "We're going to Master Fu's old place, he still has some ingredients we could use"

The two walked in silence, there was a topic that they needed to discuss, the end of the week was approaching fast.

"Maybe in the small time of peace, I can get Father and my brothers to help"

The bluenette chuckled slightly but not out of amusement. "I almost forgot, you'll be leaving in a few days" her gaze fell to the ground before she looked up at her boyfriend, solemnly. "It's gonna be a lot different, huh?"

He squeezed her hand gently with a comforting smile on his face. "It will be but I'm sure we'll handle it"

The couple grabbed the necessary ingredients and made their way back to the hotel. They dropped them off at the hotel room before making their way upper to the restaurant to get some food. Their dinner was quickly interrupted by a rockstar coming to congratulate his niece.

"Nettie! You're rock'n'roll! Your song is a huge hit!" Jagged exclaimed once he reached the table, he only seemed to register there was another person there once he sat down. His moderate cyan eyes widened in recognition when his gaze landed on the green-eyed boy. "You must be Damian, you look just like you're old man Brucie"

Damian shook his hand when the rockstar had offered it. "I am, Mr Stone"

"Uncle Jagged-"

"You break my niece's heart, I'll send Fang to eat you"

"Uncle Jagged!-"

"And I will gladly let you"

"I approve of your relationship, I just wanted to give the shovel talk since it sounded fun"

Marinette gaped at the two males on her table. "Dami, don't encourage him! I've already got Gami waiting to spar with you"

"Ah yes, my son's girlfriend is just as scary as Penny" Jagged visibly shuddered in good nature.

"Wait, Luka and Gami got together? Without telling me?!" The bluenette huffed, offended. "And to think I'm his honorary cousin"

Jagged chortled at her reaction while Damian had a faint smile playing on his lips. The rockstar decided to take his leave shortly after that, not wanting to draw some unwanted attention. He did manage to leave a pair of blushing teens as he told them to "Use protection!" before departing. Marinette was utterly embarrassed while Damian was flustered. Once dinner was finished, the couple went back to Damian's hotel room to discuss what they were going to do next.

Doing his best to help, Damian passed the ingredients to his girlfriend who then mixed up said ingredients in a pot.

"Can you get the Tear of Joy, Dami?"

The green-eyed boy looked through the ingredients until he found the slim bottle with a minuscule amount of clear liquid. He eyed the water as it squished in the bottle, it seemed so ordinary despite the great magic it could create. Damian could almost see the water taunting him with its mystic properties, he could just about feel it as he brought the bottle closer to the cauldron.

"This is it, correct?" The ravenette showed the blue-eyed girl the bottle in his hand

Her eyes lit up when presented with the vial. "Yes, that's it" As she removed the cork that was sealing the bottle shut, Damian asked a question that was lingering in the back of his mind.

"What exactly is the tear of joy?"

Marinette turned to smile at him. "It's a tear of joy"

"So a tear caused by laughter?"

"Precisely" She looked up at the ceiling wistfully. "I remember, when Syren attacked, Master Fu was trying to decode what a 'tear of joy' was. It took some time but we managed to figure it out in the end" She sighed. "It's great that we managed to find out about 'power-ups' but if we found out about them sooner, maybe more people would've been saved."

He put his hands comfortably on her shoulders. "What did Syren do exactly?"

She stopped dead in her tracks. That wasn't the reaction that Damian was expecting, whatever had happened with this Akuma must have been bad to induce this response.

The bluenette sighed and looked at the green-eyed boy straight into his emerald eyes. "Syren was one of the most dangerous Akumas we've ever had to deal with. She flooded all of Paris with her tears, only a few hundred people managed to reach the rooftops in time"

A breath quickly sucked in through his lips, the scene itself sounded horrible, imagining it even more so, having to actually see it must have been... traumatic.

"But Ondine is doing much better with Kim. And it's all in the past, we've learnt how to deal with the memories!" Her smile hurt to look at. His girlfriend had to deal with so much and she couldn't even express her negativity without fear of becoming an akuma. Damian placed a kiss on her head as she finally got the lid off of the bottle.

Both teens watched in anticipation as the droplet rolled down to the bottle's lip, teetering over the edge. It fell in. The concoction then shimmered a silvery blue. Grabbing a bottle, Marinette poured some of the liquid inside it, looked at the bottle and hummed in satisfaction. She quickly put all the equipment used back in a box and cleaned up any mess made. Once she was finished, she turned to the boy standing over her.

"I'll bring these back to Master Fu's old apartment then I'll drop this bottle off at my house, you can tell Tikki and Plagg that they can come out now"

The contents of the box shifted to one side, Damian helped steady both the bluenette and the box before going to the kwamis. Once the kwamis where comfortably with their owners, Tikki in Marinette's purse and Plagg in Damian's hoodie pocket, they made their way to the apartment. It still technically belonged to Master Fu, he rest hadn't rented it out so they were free to roam around. After putting the equipment away, the couple strolled to Marinette's house hand in hand. The bluenette went up to her balcony, with Damian close behind, and hid the bottle under her pink-striped deck chair, away from the sunlight.

"It needs to 'mature' in the moonlight, I guess. So when the moon is out, I'll take the bottle out" Marinette gestured for Damian to follow her as she went back down to the bakery portion of her house. "I'll give you some Camembert with the power ups infused. But I'll have to make it first!"

She hummed as she went upside to retrieve other substances that Master Fu had taught her to create. In the moment she was gone, Plagg appeared.

"I hate transforming!" The black kwami whined, settling in the boy's hair.

"What's so bad about it?" Damian raised an eyebrow at Plagg's outburst.

"It ruins the beautiful taste of Camembert, and it tastes weird"

"Quit your whining Plagg" Tikki's squeaky, but still relatively scary, voice rang out as both she and her owner returned.

"But Sugarcube-"

"No 'but's Stinky Sock!"

Damian watched with quiet amusement while Marinette giggled, handing him a wheel of Camembert.

"The cheese is cut up in different slices, each representing a different power up. I'll explain which is which on the way back to the hotel"

Damian put the wheel in his pocket before taking the bluenette's hand. "I look forward to it"

~~~

Each power up was simple enough, they all had a different colour corresponding with it's ability, making it easier to memorize. The couple walked by a dark alley as Damian check the time. Passing his phone to the bluenette next to him, Marinette took one glance at the time before dragging the two of them into said dark alley. It was time for patrol. Once both were done transforming, Noir and Ladybug made their to the assigned rooftop. When landing, Noir took his staff and looked through the help guide to get a better idea of what weapon he was working with. Spinning the staff with his hands, he separated the staff into two separate batons. He hummed in contentment.

"Grayson never gave me his escrima sticks for missions. I suppose this is good training if I ever want to use them"

The two rods snapped back together with a satisfying snap. Continuing to look through the articles on his now full staff, Noir didn't even notice when Ladybug moved to stand behind him. In one swift motion, the spotted heroine pulled down the black hood that was shielding the black cat-themed hero's face.

"La-"

Her covered fingers stroked his black cat ears, she giggled as his cheeks flushed. The feeling itself was unusual to the green-eyed hero, he had never felt anything remotely similar before but he wouldn't say he didn't enjoy it. It was just... unexpected. The spotted heroine, however, quite liked making the stoic Noir flustered. His ears felt so much like a real cat's that Ladybug was nearly taken aback, she got used to it after her shock, though. Noir found himself leaning into her touch but looking at everything but her in embarrassment.

Had his ears not been occupied he probably would've heard the two other heroes arriving, he only knew they were here as he saw them in his peripheral vision, rolling his eyes as he noticed them snickering.

'Angel, Rena and Chien are here'

Ladybug's head snapped in the direction of the two other heroes, one of her hands left his head as she she greeted the fox and the dog.

"Hello Rena Rouge, Chien" Ladybug greeted them casually, something Noir knew he couldn't do at that moment.

"Hello to you too LB! Hey Noir, did the bug find a way to tame you?

He mumbled a reply.

Ladybug giggled before turning to properly address the other heroes. "I've been thinking of adding three more members. I know it's a lot since you, Rena, have only just been announced as a permanent user and you, Chien, have basically just joined. But Noir and I found something that will require their help. I have a hunch that Hawkmoth might try something like Guerrier but with the same level as Syren"

The fox-themed hero nodded. "You need all the help you can get. So who do you have in mind?"

"A Snake, a Bee and a Dragon" The spotted heroine answered with no hesitation. "We'll need a snake as it is... intuitive"

Upon registering the description, Chien chuckled. "Isn't that the point?"

"Perhaps" Ladybug hummed with a smile on her face. "A dragon can control elements, a strong power would be useful. The bee miraculous's power is immobilization-"

"Paralysis can be very beneficial when trying to stop an akuma" Noir provided his input.

"Yes. So what do you think?" The spotted heroine looked between the three heroes standing on the rooftop with her. Noir hummed approval while Chien gave her a thumbs up.

"You always have the best ideas, Bug!" Rena voiced out her agreement, Ladybug let out a sigh of relief she didn't know she was holding.

"Then I'll go get them now shall I? We gotta teach them as fast as we can" The blue-eyed heroine took the yo-yo from her hip, spinning it with a flick of her wrist. "I'll send them here and then you show them the ropes"

"Aye aye Captain!" Chien saluted and Rena followed suit, only after a quick laugh. Noir rolled his eyes in good nature while pulling his hood back up, flicking his cat ears before doing so.

Hurling her yo-yo at a nearby building, Ladybug hissed through the air, her yo-yo latching onto another building as she neared the previous. Soon enough, she landed gracefully in a quiet area where two familiar figures were strolling hand in hand.

"Ladybug?" A boy with dyed hair questioned, a bluenette with short hair and almond eyes next to him.

She nodded before pulling out two miraculous from her yo-yo with, presumably, unlimited storage. "Luka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, these are the miraculous of the Snake and the miraculous of the Dragon. They grant you the powers of Intuition and Perfection. You will use these miraculouses for the greater good, can I trust you?"

Luka and Kagami shared a knowing look then turned to the heroine in front of them.

"You can count on use Ladybug"

"We're honored to be chosen to fight by your side, my Ladybug"

She gave them the miraculous and watched as they both transformed into Viperion and Ryuko. "The others are waiting at this location." She showed them a map on her yo-yo. "I'll meet you there once I finish with a task a have to do." She hissed through the air once more, thanks to her yo-yo, and landed on a rooftop that was very familiar now. There stood a blonde, leaning on the banister.

"Ladybug?" Chloe's confused voice rang out.

"Hello Chloe Bourgeois" Ladybug took something from her yo-yo. "This is the Bee miraculous, it grants the power to immobilise your opponents. Should you choose to help us-"

"I can't"

"Pardon?"

"I said I can't" The blonde looked solemnly at the heroine. "I've been an utterly horrible person, I don't deserve to be a hero. Especially after... Queen Bee"

"People can change Chloe" Ladybug put a hand on the blonde's shoulder. "As long as they are given the chance to. Do you want to take this chancep?"

Chloe stared at the miraculous before looking at the heroine with a determined expression.

"I won't let you down, Ladybug"

~~~

Ladybug soon returned with a bee-themed heroine, named Honey Bee, by her side. After a brief reintroduction, the patrol began. Rena Rouge took the west side with Honey Bee and Viperion, Chien and Ladybug took the East while Ryuko and Noir took the North, they had already checked the South. Most of the patrol was done in silence, other than the odd 'nothing wrong here'. Ryuko had been the one to start a conversation

"You're the new wielder of black cat miraculous, correct?" The dragon user questioned Noir. He recognised it as the beginning of an interrogation.

"It certainly seems that way" Ryuko hummed.

"You fancy Ladybug, don't you" The question obviously took him aback. "Do you consider yourself... worthy?

The cat-themed hero didn't hesitate. "No"

He saw her raise her eyebrows.

"Ladybug is too virtuous for this world, there's not a soul in this entire universe worthy of her affection"

The dragon hummed in satisfaction. "You remind me of the boyfriend of one of my friends. Though I have yet to be convinced that he should date said friend, you have proved yourself worthy of Ladybug. I approve of your relationship even though it isn't my place to make such a decision"

"I am pleased" Despite the fact that he is a leader in this team, he's content with the fact he has the great dragon user's approval as she is the most intimidating of the team, other than Ladybug herself.

"Also don't mess this up, Ladybug is a Queen " Ryuko casually pointed out.

"Glad I am not the only one that thinks so"

"How can you not? Have you seen her?!"

"She's a goddess"

"You have my approval again"

~~~

Noir and Ryuko were first to arrive as they had finished their patrol early, the rest of the team weren't too far behind, however.

"Alright" Ladybug began once everyone returned. "Honey Bee, Viperion, Ryuko, it'll be best if you memorize all of Paris. That way, when there's trouble, you'll know your way around."

"I found that an aerial view is the fastest way to know the city like the back of your hand!" Rena Rouge pointed out.

"That's also the way I did it!" Chien chimed in,

"Yep! If you don't mind, there's something I'd like to discuss with both Rena Rouge and Chien. Noir, will you join us?" The spotted heroine turned to the heroes named.

"I ought to" He replied flatly.

"Alright then, follow me!" Ladybug hissed through the air followed by Noir with his staff and Rena and Chien with their enhanced abilities. Soon they landed in an alley. "I know you already know this, Rena, but I think it's fair if Chien knows too"

"Fair that I know what?" His gaze moved between the two heroines before landing on the black cat hero, silently begging for answers, to which Noir returned with an unconvincing shrug.

"That you know this. Tikki, spots off!" A blinding red light filled the narrow corner they were in, Rena shut one of her eyes while Chien shut both, Noir was shielded from the light thanks to his hoodie. Then, a certain Marinette Dupain-Cheng stood where the spotted heroine once was.

"Wh- Bu- How-" Chien spluttered as his brain combusted with all the information that was flowing through it at once. Marinette giggled at his confusion, Rena full on laughed, clutching her stomach while Noir merely smirked. "But, but I saw you standing next to Ladybug! Wait no, yourself? My brain is melting! Wait, you two knew?!" The dog-themed hero screeched.

"She's my best friend" Rena shrugged with an innocent expression, her transformation dropped. Chien stared in shock.

"She's my girlfriend" Noir mimicked Rena Rounge's shrug while letting his transformation fall too, leaving Chien the only one transformed.

"Okay THAT makes sense, you're both deathly attr- Wait, did you say best fRIEND?!" Chien shrieked and detransformed.

"ADRIEN?!" Alya exclaimed, Marinette and Damian watched in amusement.

"As entertaining as this is-" The green-eyed boy cut in before the pair would attract unwanted attention. "-Marinette needs to explain the reason why she revealed her identity to you"

The bluenette nodded. "You see early today, at school, I had this 'miraculous burn' I guess you could say from Guerrier's attack. Thanks to Alya I'm feeling better but that resulted in getting my identity revealed. So to avoid anymore incidents like that, I also told you Adrien. I can't tell the rest of the team yet as I don't want them to go all protective over me, you'll three will have enough overprotectiveness"

"Not wrong there, girl" Alya said without shame.

"I know I have to tell them my true identity at some point but right now it's better just to have you three know."

"We understand" Alya and Adrien said in unison.

"Great, now let's go back to the others so we can tell them patrol is over"

~~~

It was sunset, the orange cotton clouds contrasted beautifully with the darkening blue sky. A cool wind blew through the air, cold enough to make one shiver but not enough to catch a cold. Walking hand in hand, a couple made their way to Le Grand Paris. The bluenette looked up to the noirette next to her, leaning onto his arm covered by the Robin-themed hoodie and smiling while doing so, she closed her eyes to savor the moment.

"Angel?" Damian brushed the stray hairs on her face as she pulled away to look at him properly.

"You know, I'm really going to miss this" Marinette raised their conjoined hands as they approached the hotel doors.

He hummed and in response, put his arm around her waist to pull her closer while going through the elevator doors. "I am too"

They soon reached the hotel room, the kwamis roaming around for food once they got inside. Food in hand, Tikki and Plagg sat of the coffee table, leaning on one another as Damian turned on the screen to watch a movie. Once he was comfortably seated, Marinette joined him, snuggling into his side. He brushed his fingers through her silky midnight hair. He was going to miss this, deeply. What would life be like going back, without the beautiful bluenette physically next to him?

'I do not want to find out'

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Provisional Cessation, It was created for the purpose of temporarily stopping a miraculous from being used if any harm were to come to the user. It would also deem it unusable for a certain period of time if the miraculous were ever come into the wrong hands. The reason Master Fu didn't tell Marinette this information was because the last time a user tried this power up, they were put into a magical induced coma, it was too risky.

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Potion Accident

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Harry Potter x Fem!Reader 

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“Today, you and your partner will make an Elixir of Euphoria. You can find the information for this potion on page 286.” Snape’s monotone voice rang through the classroom. Students started moving about the classroom, either opening their textbooks or to get some supplies. I opened my textbook to the correct page and looked over at Harry. 

“Do you want to get the supplies or shall I?” I asked. 

“I’ll get it, what do we need?” He asked. 

“Shrivelfig, porcupine quills, peppermint sprigs, sopophorous beans, and wormwood.” I answered, reading the ingredients. 

“Right, I’ll grab them.” He said. 

“I’ll get the other things we’ll need.” I said and walked off to the closet, grabbing the things we’d use to make the potion. When I returned to the desk Harry was already there with the ingredients, reading the potion recipe. 

“Ready?” I asked, placing the things on the desk. 

“I think so.” He smiled. Harry and I had been very good friends, despite my best friend being Draco Malfoy. I never agreed with his ideology, but our families have been friends forever. Everyone thought I would be placed into Slytherin, however I was placed in Gryffindor. Draco was disappointed, but I assured him this wouldn’t ruin our friendship. He was of course upset when he found out I had become friends with Harry, but I never paid any mind to it. Harry was a good friend, but Draco would always be my best friend. 

“Alright, add shrivelfig and porcupine quills.” I instructed and Harry followed. 

“What’s next?” He asked. 

“Stir four times anti-clockwise.” I said and looked up to make sure he was doing it correctly. 

“Perfect, now we add the peppermint sprig to counteract the side-effects.” I said as I put it in the cauldron. 

“Oh, I don’t think we grabbed enough beans, I’ll go get some more.” I said and walked off to grab them. As I turned to walk back I noticed Harry was talking to Hermione. He wasn’t paying attention to our potion and Draco was placing something in our cauldron. I narrowed my eyes at him and walked up to our desk. 

“I’ve got the beans.” I said and placed them inside. 

“Now put the wormwood in and stir it six times anti-clockwise.” I instructed and looked over at Draco who was smirking. I glared at him and he looked at me confused. 

“That doesn’t look right…” Harry said looking inside. I glanced inside and saw the colour was completely wrong. It was supposed to be yellow and rainbows were supposed to be coming off, but instead it was orange and there wasn’t a rainbow in sight. 

“What did you do Draco?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He said with a slight smirk. 

“Mr. Potter, Miss. Y/L/N. Are you finished?” Professor Snape asked before I could go off on Draco. 

“Actually-” 

“Yes sir.” I answered, which shocked both Harry and Draco. 

“Very well, which of you will try it?” He asked. 

“I will.” I said, taking a small cup of it. 

“Wait no!” Draco said and the three of us glanced at him with confusion. 

“What’s wrong Draco?” I asked with a smile. 

“Yes, Mr. Malfoy, what seems to be the problem?” Snape asked. 

“N-Nothing sir.” He answered and their eyes once again fell on me. I took the potion and could tell immediately that it wasn’t correct. 

“How do you feel?” Draco asked worried. 

“I feel fine.” I answered honestly. 

“I saw Draco place something in our cauldron!” I blurted. My eyes widened, as did Draco’s. 

“Y/N?” Harry asked confused. 

“I’ve fancied Harry since second year!” I blurted again and slapped my hands over my mouth. Students' laughs filled the classroom as my cheeks burned red.  

“Mr. Malfoy, you have lost your house ten points, and you will be down here for detention.” Snape said. 

“Miss. Y/L/N, please keep your hands over your mouth until I return with the antidote.” He said and I simply nodded, afraid of what other stupid things I’d say. 

Once class was over and Snape had given me the antidote I rushed out of the room. I didn’t want to hear anyone’s jokes or whatever they would do. I quickly got to Gryffindor tower and rushed up to my room. I was horrified at what happened during class. I can’t believe I said that and in front of Harry! 

“Y/N?” Someone asked from my doorway, I knew it was Harry. 

“Please, just forget about it…” I said quietly. 

“Is it true?” He asked, walking into my room. 

“Please Harry…” I begged. My face was burning red from embarrassment. I didn’t want to talk about it, or even think about it ever again. 

“Because if it is, I fancy you too.” He said and I glanced up at him with wide eyes. 

“You’re just saying that.” I said, brushing it off as him being nice. 

“No, I’m being honest Y/N.” He said and I bit my lip. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and I nodded, not trusting my voice. He leaned forward and it felt like forever until his lips landed on mine. It was perfect. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, but I could really feel the love passing through. When we pulled apart we stared at each other with smiles on our faces. 

“I suppose this backfired on Draco.” I giggled and Harry joined me. 

“Makes my day even better.” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“He’s still my friend!” I said and Harry nodded. 

“I know, but you have to admit he’s a git.” He said and I gently shoved him. 

“Harry!” I scolded. 

“Sorry.” He said with a laugh, I knew it didn’t mean it though. 

“So… Where does that leave us?” I asked and he smiled. 

“How about next trip to Hogsmead we go on a little date?” He asked and I smiled. 

“I’d love that.” I smiled and kissed his cheek. 

“Now, if you excuse me, I must go scold Draco for ruining our potion.” I said, feeling better about the events that happened a bit earlier. Harry chuckled as I left to find the Slytherin Prince.

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Hi!! Can I request Aki having a girlfriend that's also a devil hunter? Reader is like an older sister to Power and Denji and reader is sweet and super loving

✧Fic✧

Hayakawa Aki

✧ Warnings: Slight spoilers, mention of blood

✧ “I have a new addition to your unit, I can only hope you get along.”

Folding over the dark tie and smoothening the white button up Aki appeared from behind you with your jacket in hand, slipping it over your shoulders before pressing a tender kiss to your check and tucking away loose strands of hair. Brushing his bangs to the side you smiled up at him, eyes wide and hopeful to ease his jumbled nerves. With Makimas sudden announcement of a new troublemaker to look over Aki had stayed up all night pacing around your shared apartment and methodically cleaning to distract himself from the dreaded moment.

Standing tall by his side you smiled over at the hunched boy examining your boyfriend, his shirt was messy and hair dirty yet he seemed to feel comfortable even with all the tension in the air. His tired eyes searched Akis face before they slid over to you, his bottom lip getting caught between his teeth before sending you a shy wave. During introductions he seemed to be drowning out the noise, only perking up when he found out he wouldn’t be working with Makima and causing a fuss to show his discontent.

“Hey Sir. Does Makima have a boyfriend?” shuffling through bustling streets Denji trudged behind you, his hand unconsciously grabbing at your jacket as to not get lost in the crowd “Hey, tell me” tugging on you he rolled his eyes at Akis silence before picking up his pace.

“C’mere.”

“Hey!”

Following the two into a dark alley you sighed deeply and pressed a cold hand to your cheek the moment Akis fist met Denjis face, blood spewing out his mouth and trickling onto the pavement. Pulling the boy into a headlock Aki tossed him onto the ground as if he were trash before pulling a cigarette out of a freshly bought packet, “You should quit. If you show up tomorrow I’ll give you another thrashing.” taking a drag he tossed it onto Denjis chest before puckering his lips and letting a glob of spit fall onto him to burn out the cigar.

“Ok Aki you let your steam out now apologize.” Reaching a hand out to help pull Denji to his feet he rushed over to his senior before kneeing him in the crotch, a symphony of coughs leaving Akis lips while laughter left yours.

Jumping back to his feet Aki tried to knock him down once more before Denji extended his leg and sent another hit to his crotch, after roughhousing in that alley for what felt like hours you had finally pulled the battered boys away from each other and threw Aki over your shoulder to escort them back to the offices. 

“A testicle devil attacked his balls.”

“That’s a lie... he made that up..”

“So what do you think y/n? Can you all get along?”

Ignoring the protesting groans, you smiled at Makimas pleased expression, “Most definitely!” 

After a little explanation about Denjis special case the three of you had finally settled back into your apartment, you and Aki eager to change out of the stuffy suits while the excitable boy rummaged around the kitchen and made himself at home while also making a mess of the once clean apartment. Over the next few days it seemed Akis agitation towards Denji only grew, starting with the long baths, falling asleep on the toilet, messy eating, and the mental list went on and on. The built up frustration had finally released when Denji refused to use his devil power on an unsuspecting fiend who had caused the east nerima residence to go on lockdown.

“When I use my devil powers... it looks super painful. Like uuhhh I could’ve ended up a fiend! So I guess... I wanted to give the poor guy a painless death..?”

“Listen up. Fiends are bona fide devils too. A devil hunter shouldn’t sympathize with devils. My entire family was killed by a devil right before my eyes.” Shoving a shaky palm into his face Aki lectured the shocked boy who looked to you for help, his hands placid by his side and eyes gloomy.

“I think it’s nice you’d be friends with fiends Denji”

“Nice..?”

“Yea! But I’m sure you had a different motive”

“Well the truth is, I just didn’t wanna get blood on these dirty magazines”

Flipping through the pile he shuddered under your gaze, gears in his mind turning to pick at the correct words to say, “Your pretty interesting Denji”

“Melons! I know what I want now!”

Laughing at his statement you bent down to help collect the magazines he was gathering, “You want melons?” bringing a hand to his head and ruffling dirty blonde hair he melted into your touch with a dopey grin on his face “I think we’ll be good friends Denji”

“Friends?”

“Hey! Pay attention you idiot!”

With a heavy head he gripped onto your jacket again much to Akis dismay, eyes ghosting over Makimas figure before standing at attention, “I'm pairing you up with a buddy starting today but be careful she's a fiend”

“Hey Hey Hey! Grovel human, names Power!” with a half tucked in shirt and rolled up the loud girl made her way over to you with sharp teeth bared, “Hello Power, did you miss me?”

Shaking her head and bumping dull horns into your cheek she denied your accusation, “Never!” contradicting herself by wrapping around your waist Power brought your hand to her head with gleaming eyes, “Pet me!”

“Stop touching that dirty fiend!” 

“Your just jealous because she's so cute Aki” 

“Jealous? Yea right.”

Straightening out Powers jacket you pushed her hair out of the collar and rolled up the sleeves, “I need you to be good and go on a mission with Denji ok? Then you can come stay with me and Aki!”

“I never agreed to that! We already have one problem at the apartment, we don’t need another one!”

Eating his words sure enough Aki was the one to open the apartment door and prepare dinner for everyone, his eyebrows furrowed while he watched you braid Powers hair at table while Denji buried his face into your side. 

“Do you need help cooking Aki?” rising from your spot you made your way into the kitchen to pick through ingredients, “Power doesn't like vegetables”

Picking up the plates and placing them in front of the waiting teens Aki stepped back behind the counter to serve you, “I don’t care what she likes and doesn’t like.”

“I HATE Vegetables! Begone!”

“I told you dear”

“Don’t throw vegetables!”

Reaching over to swipe at Akis plate he sighed, “It’s like having snotty kids running around” laughing at his statement you shoved a carrot into your mouth before collecting the dishes “I think it’ll be fun with them around!”

“I’m the type who seldom bathes and flushes!”

Rolling over in bed Aki tugged at his hair, it all felt like some terrible nightmare he couldn’t wait to wake up from. The constant screaming and clinging to you agitated him to no end especially that devil Denji who ate up all your attention.

“You're too nice to them, you know.”

“Their not that bad, just a little loud and over excited” 

Pulling you further under the blankets he sighed deeply, fingers searching to find yours before interlacing and bringing your hand up to press a kiss to your knuckles, “Your still too nice”

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Itadakimasu!! | Part 8: Stick to What You’re Good At (Written Chapter)

word count: 3.9k - I’m so sorry

Eggplant and Kabocha Miso Gratin?

No. That's a little too much.

Maybe a Cream stew?

No, that's too easy. 

"Just make a curry. It's chilly today. I'm sure he'll appreciate the warmth." Kuguri's voice broke through the silence in the small kitchen. You pulled your head up from the depths of the recipe box to look at him, your eyes gleaming at the idea.

"You're a genius, you know that?" A ghost of a smile fluttered onto his face and Kuguri exhaled a mix between a sigh and a laugh as he stopped at the threshold of the kitchen. You watched as his eyes travelled across the kitchen, landing on a seemingly inconspicuous vase placed in the corner, where a few stems of peach blossoms drank in the sun that beamed through the kitchen window. He stared a little too long, you noted, and a grin stretched across your face. 

“They’re from Kita.” The pink tint to the tips of Kuguri's ears didn't go unnoticed by you, and you couldn't suppress the giggle that bubbled up and slipped past your lips. He cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from the small vase, walking toward the fridge and pulling out a drink. Tearing open the cap, he took a large gulp and finally snuck a look over at you, your knowing smile making the blush creep up his neck at an alarming pace. 

"Stop looking at me like that."

"I'm not looking at you like anything," you teased as your eyes quickly left his figure and went back to the recipe box to rifle through them, this time in search for Baachan’s curry recipe. "There was a note, by the way."  Kuguri walked over to the folded card that stood in front of the simple arrangement. He delicately grabbed it and flipped the cardstock open, brows furrowing at the text. 

“‘Fascinating’. What do you suppose that means?” You shrugged, fingers dancing across the dozens of small, ivory cards with various family secret recipes from generations before etched in a delicate scrawl onto the face. 

“He finds you fascinating, I guess? aha,” a victorious gasp left you as you found the correct recipe, plucking it from it’s home inside the ornate wooden box. A satisfied smirk settled onto your lips as you made a mental note of the ingredients you had, the ones you didn’t, and how much time you had. 

“Or you, they could have been for you,” he said. You scoffed.

“I can’t think of a single conversation with Kita that hasn’t ended up about you. They’re not for me, dork.” Kuguri cleared his throat again, slightly more aggressively this time, and took another generous gulp of his aloe drink. 

“Changing the topic - Miya is coming over today.” You eyed Kuguri, suspicion evident on your face. 

“...Yes, he is.” 

“And you’re cooking for him.” That faint smile was back, this time accompanied with a, what, coy? no. Mischievous, expression. “Sound’s like a date.” 

He chuckled when you made an exaggerated gag, your finger pointed to the back of your throat. “Absolutely not. He’s just coming to fix the stove. He told me not to pay him so instead I’m feeding him,” you explained, fussing with the recipe box and placing it off to the side. “Can you believe he insinuated I was gonna give him food poisoning? The nerve.” 

Kuguri sat across from you and rested his chin onto his palm. “So that’s why you’re obsessing over what to make.” Another scoff left you as you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“I’m not obsessing.” 

“You’ve been hunched over your ‘super special, super secret’ family recipe box for the better part of-” He checks his watch. “-Two hours.”

Your cheeks flushed as you confirmed the time on your phone. Okay, so maybe you had been obsessing a little, but it was only because you wanted to make sure that whatever you make tonight is so good that it slaps the condescending grin off his face and he has no choice but to bow at your superiority. The thought alone made your lips curl into a devilish grin.

"I just wanna make sure that whatever I make tonight is so good he actually shuts up for once." That made Kuguri laugh, and Kuguri's laugh was always so pretty - it was light, a little breathy, and made your heart feel a thousand times bigger than it was. It directly contradicted your own loud, boisterous sound that resonated across any room. Your eyes crinkled and you giggled along with him as you finished the food list you scribbled on the back of a spam letter and grabbed your keys.

"I'm heading to the market, text me if you need anything, ok?" He nodded and you took that as your queue to leave, his echoes of 'drive safe' fading behind you as you descended the stairwell and out of the shop.

Osamu stood at your shop’s side entrance for what seemed like hours. It was like clockwork: every few seconds, he’d raise his fist to announce his arrival, pause right as his knuckles were millimeters away from making contact with the weathered door, stand there frozen for approximately fourteen and a half seconds, groan internally and let his fist fall limply at his side, only to repeat the action in about ten more seconds.

Was he supposed to knock? Walk in unannounced? You were expecting him any minute now, and he began to feel the beads of sweat on the back of his neck. Walking in without warning seemed rude, but it was going to be a bakery soon, so would it seem weirder for him to knock when its technically a public establishment? Maybe he should just go around the front instead so it would seem less rude to just walk in. No no, that’s stupid, just knock, you dumbass. Osamu raised his fist and brought it down to rap on the bright, Robin’s Egg blue wood when it suddenly opened, revealing you in all your frazzled glory. Unfortunately, his brain didn’t catch up with him and he continued to bring his arm forward, making contact with your forehead instead of the door. 

You yelped, more out of surprise than real pain, and reeled back, your hand finding its way onto the crown of your head. He also took a step back in shock, noting the way your mood instantly soured once you recognized him. An uncomfortable silence fell between you and he took the opportunity to take in your appearance; your hair had been thrown up haphazardly and your apron was an absolute battlefield of food stains. The sweatpants you had on had been rolled up, the left one being significantly higher than the right one. He cracked a smile at the flour that was smeared across your cheek and sprinkled in your hair.

Cute.

“What?” Osamu blinked. Did he say something?

“Is there something on my face?” Your hand moved from from your head to your cheek, the wrong cheek, and he had to bring his hand up to his mouth and clear his throat to cover the smile that wanted to make itself known. 

“No, no, you’re fine,” he lied. His eyes travelled to the trash bag you had been holding onto, noting the way your grasp had been strained by the weight of it. “I can take that for ya,” he said, and reached out to relieve the task from you. You were having none of it, however, and you pulled it out of his reach.

“I can do things for myself, thank you.” His brows shot up and he shot you an amused grin. 

“And yet ya can’t fix a stove.” You grumbled something about him being a smartass, and he laughed as he moved to the side, opening a path to the dumpster. He could see the effort you were making in trying to look like you weren’t struggling with the weight of the bag, but the slight tremor in your arm and unsteadiness to your legs gave you away. 

“Are ya sure you’re gonna be able to pick that up over the dumpster?” He couldn’t see your face, but he didn’t need to - he could feel the scowl radiating off you like a force field. As if to prove him wrong, you said nothing, and instead hauled the bag over the side of the dumpster with a small grunt, the clang of the bag hitting the bottom of the bin echoing through the small alleyway. You dusted your hands off, shooting a smug grin his way. 

“Told you I got it, now let me through - I’ll show you where the stove is.”

It wasn’t until he stepped into the bakery that he noticed just how good the food you were making smelled. His steps faltered behind you as he took a slow, steady inhale, reveling in the warmth the scent alone was giving him. He knew you were making curry, that kind of dish always had such a distinct essence to it, plus the fresh stains on your apron had been another dead giveaway. Osamu would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited to be able to try some, though the excitement came with a slight bitter aftertaste.

“Here she is, in all her glory.” You gestured toward the ornate stove sitting along the far wall, the gold trim against the iron making it a clear statement piece for the kitchen. Osamu let out an impressed whistle as he bent down and gingerly ran hands across the door to the oven. 

“I can see why ya wanna restore.” His eyes met yours and he swore your eyes sparkled when you stared at the antique.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” He hummed in agreement and shifted so he could pull the oven a little farther from the wall to take a peak. “Ah, I have a tool kit, lemme grab it for you.” You scurried off to the opposite corner of the shop, returning moments later with the aforementioned object in hand. He muttered a small thank you, and the smile you gave in return was so cute he had to look away. 

“I should be good down here. You should probably check on your curry, might burn.” He heard you scoff in protest, but after a moment of silence, you rushed up the stairs and he couldn’t stop the smirk that crept up his face. Osamu turned his attention back to the stove as he flipped open the tool box. 

“Alright Pretty, let’s see what ya got for me.”

“Kuguri, have I ever told you that I’m a fucking god?” You were (sort of) joking, but you couldn’t help the tiny snort that escaped you at the sheer exhaustion on Kuguri’s face when he met your gaze. He sighed and walked over the pot of curry that you had been towering over for the last three hours. 

“I take it the curry was successful?” You gestured for him to try it and took a step back. You clasped your hands together in front of your chest as you watch on with bright eyes and an even brighter grin. 

There was genuinely nothing more satisfying than seeing someone enjoy the food that you made. The way Kuguri sighed into the bite as his eyes fell shut had you swelling with pride, bouncing on the balls of your feet in excitement as you waited for him to say something. He was quiet for what felt like an eternity, before finally, he put down the spoon and turned to you with an unreadable expression. 

“You said you wanted to shut him up?” You nodded, your eyes flitting between him and the pot. “After this, he’ll never be able to speak again.” You cackled in victory and shooed Kuguri out of the kitchen.

“Thank you, thank you, I know I’m a culinary genius. Now shoo, I have to plate everything. You mind letting him know?”

“Sure thing. Oh,” Kuguri whirled back around to look at you “I forgot to mention, I won’t be eating with you guys, I have a meeting with one of the contractors. Save me a plate?” A groan left you and you reached up to clutch his arm, a desperate plea written across your face.

“You’re leaving me here? with him? Alone? Don’t you love me at all?” Kuguri chuckled and waved you off, shooting you a look. 

“You’re a grown woman, I think you can manage one meal with Miya alone.”

“Fine, but if it gets ugly, you have to help me dispose of the body.” He sighed, but you spotted the smile he tried to cover up by wiping a hand down his face. You waved goodbye as you turned your attention back to the food to plate the curry and rice. Hands worked diligently, and as you heard the muffled voices beneath you followed by the shop door closing and footsteps ascending the stairs, you swallowed the bundle of nerves that had worked its way into your system. 

Your grandmother’s food is always well received; It was the star of every function, holiday, and bake sale from way back when you were growing up in Miyagi to now, with you carrying on her legacy. You had never met anyone who didn’t love something from the recipe box, so you weren’t sure why you seemed especially desperate to garner Osamu Miya of all people’s approval.

You were satisfied with the excuse that it was because you didn’t want to give him any more fuel to act like a condescending shit lord to you. 

When the door to the apartment opened, you had just finished placing the prepped plates onto the dinner table. The effort it took in avoiding eye contact was beginning to weigh down on you, and finally, you gave up, looking up from the spoon you were meticulously situating to meet his cocked eyebrow. 

“I think that spoon’s still a little off-center,” he joked. You crossed your arms over the front of you and shot him a glare. 

“Har Har. How did it go with the stove?”

“I got it workin’. Actually wasn’t too bad of a fix. Just a little finicky,” he said. His voice was slightly drowned out by the sound of the kitchen sink running. Your eyes remained trained on his figure, absentmindedly staring as his shoulders moved along with his hands as he washed them. The sound of the faucet turning off pulled you back and you shook your head, turning toward the table with a grimace. 

“Thank you again, I seriously didn’t want to have to gamble any more of the renovation funds,” you said, hoping he didn’t see you staring at him like he was the most interesting being in existence. He sat down across from you and sent a polite smile your way.

“Not a problem.” The two of you stewed in the awkward silence and you noticed that neither of you had reached for the food yet. Did he even like curry? You mentally slapped yourself for forgetting to ask.

“Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t even think to ask if you liked curry. I just assumed,” you admitted, and he shook his head. 

“Oh no, that’s not it, I just, uh..” Osamu’s voice faltered, and his brows came together with a frown. “I have a feeling I’m gonna like it.” 

The grin that flew onto your face oozed with superiority. The fact that the mere thought of enjoying your food upset him only made your impending victory taste that much sweeter to you. You watched him like a hawk and thrived on how uncomfortable he looked across from you, painstakingly taking his first bite. 

As stated before, there was nothing more satisfying than seeing someone enjoy your food, and you thought Osamu would be no exception, but this stingy little asshole maintained an entirely unreadable expression as he closed his mouth around the spoon, popped it out, chewed, and swallowed. You fidgeted in your seat as you waited for him to say literally anything about it, but he remained lost in thought, looking anywhere but at you as he reached for a second bite. 

“Well?” Your voiced must have snapped him from whatever he was daydreaming about because he looked almost startled when his eyes finally met your own. 

“Oh, sorry...” He trailed off, eyes fluttering back down toward the curry. “It’s good.” 

“Just good?” 

“Its really good?” He offered, and you scoffed, grumbling something about ‘it should be the best damn curry you’ve ever had,’ as you dug into your own plate, melting as soon as the spices touched your tongue. The beef had become so tender that you swore it would fall apart if you so much as looked at it a little too long, and the vegetables had just the right kind of consistency and complimented the beef perfectly. The ginger and curry were so warm together it reminded you of a time during winter break, snuggled with your Grandmother by the old brick fireplace, the vibrant orange glow of the flame illuminating her frail figure as she regaled you with exaggerated stories of her youth. She always made sure to end each tale with a lesson, and a challenge: to never settle until you could say with confidence that you were irrevocably happy. 

Osamu cleared his throat, effectively bringing you back to the current moment. Your eyes flickered over to his plate and you noticed it was empty. He took the napkin and quickly wiped at his mouth, but you still caught a glimpse of the pout that he was clearly trying so hard to hide. A smug grin stretched out across your face and you tilted back down to take another bite. 

“You can get more, if you’d like.” He grunted in response, but got up nonetheless, helping himself to a second plate as he pointedly ignored the pride that oozed off of you. 

“It’s okay, you can say it, the curry is amazing, stupendous, out of this world-”

“It’s delicious.”

You blinked. To be honest, you weren’t expecting him to admit it right off the bat, especially since he made a point to say it was just “good” earlier. Whatever snippy reply you had stored died immediately in your throat, and you found your pride shrinking as a new bashfulness took over instead.

“Oh. Thank you.” Osamu nodded in response, and suddenly it was like a gateway opened - for the first time, you guys conversed with relative ease. It was hardly anything more than history and business, but the fact that you weren’t considering stuffing his body into a trash bag was certainly saying something. It was...nice, being able to talk to him like this, and you had to admit you’d take this over the usual pissing match any day.

Osamu mentioned how Kita was a rice farmer and was his supplier as well as business partner. He spoke about how they were old teammates who decided to go on similar lifepaths which led to them working together once Osamu opened up his shop in Osaka. You learned that they originated from Hyogo, and that Kita still lives there and makes the hour long commute to the shop a few times a week just to help Osamu out with the shop. 

You told him about how you managed the volleyball club back in high school. (He joked about showing you a few moves, and you joked back that you bet you could destroy him since the Wakatoshi Ushijima taught you well enough that you can hold your own in a match any day of the week.) You talked about moving to Tokyo with Tendou after graduating, and how you guys decided to open up the bakery together as business partners. You gushed about the hopes you had for Paradis, the dreams that had spent so much time buried in your notebook finally getting a chance to come to life with this new location. Your eyes sparkled as you babbled on about all the plans you had for Paradis. 

“I just...I always intended for Paradis to be more than just a bakery.” Both of your plates had been long finished and were set off to the side. You sat cross legged on the dining chair, your hands fiddling with each other in your lap. Osamu had his chin resting on his hand and he listened so intently it sometimes made you feel a little too seen. 

“How so?”

“Well, for one, I’d love to expand the menu,” you explained, and you saw his face fall with furrowed brows and a deep frown. “What’s wrong?” 

“Why would ya expand the menu?” There was a sharpness to his voice, and you were taken aback. You shrunk back in your seat as you chose your next words carefully.

“I want people to enjoy all of my food, not just the sweets...why?” His face hardened, eyes trained anywhere but your face as he stood up abruptly. He reached for both dishes and made his way to the kitchen wordlessly. 

The two of you had a habit of having this uncomfortable silence fall between you, and you hated it, because the tension was always so thick it felt like you were suffocating. You wondered if he hated it too, or if he thrived in it, like some sort of deranged villain reveling in the suffering of his underlings. You found yourself glaring at his back as he washed your dishes, drying them and putting them off to the side without saying a word. 

Eventually, he turned around, and the frown that had been evident on his face deepened once he made your irritated gaze. “What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’? What the hell did I do to piss you off?”

“There’s no reason why you should expand the menu.” 

“I just gave you a reason. Plus, you seemed to like my food enough to have two helpings, it’s not like I can’t cook. Why shouldn’t I?” 

“The curry was fine, it wasn’t anythin’ to write home about. I was just starving because I missed lunch.” You scoffed.

“That’s a load of bullshit. You know you loved it.” 

“I told ya it was better than it was because ya would’ve had a hissy fit otherwise.” 

“Oh, fuck you, Miya. I can’t believe I was actually beginning to enjoy your company for once.” He rolled his eyes and made his way to your apartment entrance. He paused at the threshold of the open door, looking straight ahead and most definitely not at you. 

“Don’t bother expanding. Stick to what you’re good at if ya want any chance of success here.” With that last remark, he ushered down the stairs and back home, leaving you frozen in the kitchen consumed with rage, shock, confusion - and you didn’t move until Kuguri came through the door and gasped in surprise at the sight of you still in the kitchen.

“Jesus, y/n, you scared the hell out of me. What’s going on? Are you okay?” The frustration bubbled up inside you and you felt hot tears tickle the back of your eyes. The shock of Osamu’s sudden animosity toward you settled into your bones, leaving behind a residue of white hot anger. You willed the tears away and looked over at the curry, then at Kuguri. 

“I hate him, Kuguri.”

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A/N: Long boi today, I’m so sorry for the long wait for this chapter!! I hope you guys enjoyed the holiday if you celebrated and I hope you enjoy the chapter - I feel like I should have definitely split this up into two parts, let me know if you’d prefer smaller chapters or if this is more preferable lmao thank you ok bye

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The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Three: Steaming Sessions

A/N: This is the third part to my fanficiton ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-16 can be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below if you wish to be added to my tag list. 

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 1726

Warnings: n/a

Credits to Gif Creator

As much as Severus hated to admit it, even to himself, thoughts of the young witch had persistently threatened to enter his mind the week following their initial meeting. Despite how badly Severus wanted to suppress his primal urges, he could not deny he had noticed her beauty.  An attractive witch of her age was a rarity in his life, and so he allowed himself the simple pleasure of a thought or two regarding the new Professor. That was until he actually got to know her. She had taken it upon herself to interrupt his last few weeks of solitude before his life was disrupted by masses insolent children. The once somewhat pleasant thoughts of the woman had now been replaced by anger and agitation. He had in fact been preoccupied in thoughts of Aria Dumbledore upon her arrival to his office on Tuesday morning. He was enraged at her boldness to contradict him and any thoughts he ever had regarding her attractiveness had for sure been killed during their most recent meeting, or so he told himself.

The following day Miss Dumbledore delivered a list of potions she wished to revisit with Professor Snape in order to give him time to prepare for their next session. The temper she had awoken within him remained, as her comments still lingered in his mind. Never before had he met someone so audacious, and brave he hesitated to add, that they would so cunningly insult him in such an underhanded manner. The rage inside him motivated him to test his apprentice's abilities even further. Inspecting the list in front of him Severus Snape began to devise a plan.

"You should have learned by now, Miss Dumbledore, that I am very much a fan of saving time and working as efficiently as possible." Severus begun, warranting an exasperated eye-roll from his coworker as she thought back to the caterpillar scenario. Clearing his throat and shooting her a threatening look Snape continued his speech. "In order to further prove yourself I have arranged for us to complete several potions from your list simultaneously. "

"You should have learned by now, Miss Dumbledore, that I am very much a fan of saving time and working as efficiently as possible." Severus begun, warranting an exasperated eye-roll from his coworker as she thought back to the caterpillar scenario. Clearing his throat and shooting her a threatening look Snape continued his speech. "In order to further prove yourself I have arranged for us to complete several potions from your list simultaneously. "

"I'm sorry?" Aria asked, not fully comprehending how his set up could possibly help her grasp the correct brewing method for each individual potion, especially since they were ones she had admitted she was not completely familiar with.

"As you proved the other evening you are very capable of brewing a potion on your own, with my help you should have no problem perfecting say four? maybe five?" He shrugged slyly.

"Five!?" Aria gasped. "You do realise Professor Snape that the list of potions I gave you were those I am unfamiliar with. I wish to spend the time going over them with you, so when the time comes I will have no problem helping the students. I fear this method may not be ideal in allowing me to master those fine details."

"Well then, Miss Dumbledore, I fear you do not have what it takes to match the skills I require in an assistant."

"I want to make it clear, Professor Snape, that I am not your assistant. I am to be your apprentice. This means it is your duty to train me as such. I will do as you ask of me, but believe me I will not be pushed around and made a fool of for the whole of this year."

"Then I hope this means we understand each other Miss Dumbledore, for I will also not tolerate the back chat I received the other day when lessons finally commence."

"Then I suppose we both have to respect one another’s wishes." Aria stated finally, circling the desk of cauldrons. Beside each cauldron she found the list of instructions. Taking the time to read each one carefully, realising these potions will take a little longer than she anticipated. "These cannot be completed in a day?" She questioned.

"Clever girl, you noticed." Snape retorted sarcastically. "You see now why I could not dedicate one lesson to each potion. The potions have different brewing times and can all be left to rest over night, this gives you time memorise the instructions between lessons. We will complete them over the next three days, giving us both the weekend free."

Complying to his wishes Aria set about collecting her ingredients and began brewing each potion one after the other. It wasn't long before Aria noticed the Potions Master get comfortable behind his desk, burying his head in another one of his dusty old textbooks, she knew he would not be attempting to assist her any time soon.

The day was long and tedious. Neither Severus nor Aria felt the need to engage in any kind of conversation at the risk pissing the other off. Severus was clearly a lot more used to the silence and spent hours behind his desk reading, occasionally making small notes in the margins of his book. Aria on the other hand felt every slight noise she made was amplified a hundred times over, hesitant to make too much noise at the risk of Snape telling her off.

The room quickly became stuffy and humid from the constant steam emitting from all five cauldrons. The young Professor struggled to work in her tight, un-breathable clothing, she had previously thought was a wise choice for her sessions with Severus. The witch peeled her thick locks of hair from her perspiring face, pulling it up into quick messy bun. Struggling to breath from the fumes, Aria took a short break, sliding off her uncomfortable shoes, hiking her skirt up to her thighs, to air out her legs and unbuttoning her blouse exposing her chest. This did not go unnoticed by the older professor, as he stealthily watched her over the top of his book, absentmindedly turning a page ever second or two. Aria let out a throaty groan, fanning herself down with a nearby notebook.

“Aren’t you hot?.” She panted.

Severus felt his jaw almost drop in awe at the woman's movements as she rose from her chair, reaching up to the sky to stretch out her bones, her skirt shifted further up her thighs as she did so.

"Can't we open the door or something." She gasped the heat getting the better of her. Severus wriggled uncomfortably in his seat, unable to take his eyes off her body. Her eye catching his, Aria awkwardly attempted to cover herself up. Shocked at the Professor's boldness, she began to roll down her skirt covering back up her legs, her chest on the other hand remained bare.

"Professor." She spoke again, trying to catch his attention.

"Umm, very well. If you must." He flustered, clearing his throat, embarrassed he had been staring in the first place, let alone been caught out.

"You don't tend to be around women much, do you Severus?" Aria questioned, seeing no reason either of them should pretend she hadn't just caught him looking.

"Professor Snape." He once again stressed. "And I don't really think that's any of your concern, is it Miss Dumbledore."

"Forgive me. I was just trying to make a little conversation." Aria found herself rolling her eyes at the man once again. "The day has dragged in after all, it might go quicker if we talk?"

"I prefer to work in silence." He retorted, carefully ensuring his eyes did not leave the page of his book.

"I'm just saying." She pushed further, ignoring his statement. "I don't blame you. Being stuck in this school 10 months of the year cannot allow for much of a private life."

"No it does not." Severus agreed, his eyes burning into the page, not seeing a word that was written.

"Still." Aria continued, going back to brewing her potions. "It doesn't mean it's impossible. I'm sure there's plenty of women in Hogsmeade willing to date, bar maidens and what not." She shrugged.

"That may very well be true Miss Dumbledore, but I am not interested."

"Men then." She stated, raising one eyebrow playfully, although she knew very well he did not bat for the other team .

"Don't be absurd." The Professor scoffed.

"What about hobbies." She chose to change the subject, turning up the heat on potion number 3. "What do you do for fun?"

"Read." Snape replied bluntly, motioning to the book in front of him, turning the page though no information entered his brain from the last.

The pair continued to talk for the remainder of the day, although Severus provided nothing but blunt responses to his apprentices enquires, he had to admit, he was not completely opposed to her company. Soon it came time for the potions to be taken off their heat and left to rest for the night. It saddened Aria knowing she had to go back to her quarters, having no one to speak to until it came time for dinner with Hagrid, and though she hated to admit it their conversations on bowtruckles and grindylows had become rather tedious.

Pausing as she reached her exit, Aria turned back to her mentor, who didn't even look up from his desk. "Professor Snape." She spoke to get his attention. "Do you fancy joining us for dinner? Hagrid and I, that is. I usually bring food down from the kitchens, so you don't have to worry about his cooking." She laughed nervously.

"Spending my evening in his cramped hut, being drooled on by that beast of his and discussing the best way to distinguish knarls from hedgehogs? Sounds like the perfect evening." He commented sarcastically. "Goodnight, Miss Dumbledore."

Letting out a short breath Aria Dumbledore flashed one last smile at the Professor before taking her leave. "Goodnight, Professor Snape."

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red snapper boy

Available on Ao3

Uhh hey so this is essentially this post about Carlos being friends with the ‘guy at the market’ expanded into an actual fic. basically Carlos makes friends with everyone and this is about one of them

Carlos Reyes pov, Original Male Character, Carlos Reyes/OC friendship, Slight Angst with a Happy Ending,

 2.9k words

The early morning sunlight shines just above the tops of the stalls that line the marketplace as Carlos meanders through them, picking up groceries from some vendors and stopping to chat to those he isn’t buying from this morning. He always prefers to come here instead of a store; he’d grown up trailing his mother around an open market like this one as she sought the best ingredients for her many delicious recipes, so when he’d grown up and moved out the habit had stuck.

“Ahh, Carlos! How are you this morning, my friend?” Carlos smiles at Juan’s greeting and heads over to the fish counter where rows and rows of colourful scales and fins glitter in their stacks on the crushed ice.

“I’m well, Juan, and you?” Carlos asks. Juan had been the first vendor Carlos had befriended when he’d found this market; the fishmonger had been delighted by the culinary knowledge he’d admitted to when he’d first bought from his stall, and a strong friendship had since grown over the years as they’d traded recipe ideas and kitchen tips.

“I can’t complain,” Juan says cheerfully, plastic-gloved hands resting on the counter in front of him. “Now, what can i get for you? I have some more of that salmon that you liked, or some pollock? We even got some catfish in this morning.”

They spend a few moments chatting, and Carlos gives him his usual order in between catching up on Juan's family news, and the latest of the scandalous gossip that seems to spread around the fishing community like wildfire.

“Anything else for you?” Juan asks, spreading his hands above the fish bar.

“No, I think I’m good today.” Carlos shakes his head. He’s not cooking for his family this week, and there’s only so much food he can eat by himself.

“Are you sure I can’t tempt you with this fresh red snapper? Look how strong that colour is, Carlos! Perfect for treating a special someone, eh?” Juan teases, effortlessly showing off both sides of the fish and Carlos chuckles, shaking his head at Juan’s running joke about Carlos’ nonexistent dating life.

“You’re incorrigible, Juan,” he says, “but no, I’ll have to pass.”

“Maybe next time then,” Juan smiles, turning to wrap up the pieces that Carlos has asked for.

“Wait, actually,” Carlos says after a moment, an idea forming in his mind. Maybe there was someone he wanted to cook for, to treat to a special meal.

“Yes?” Juan prompts, looking at him with evident curiosity.

“Yeah, I will take that snapper,” he says before he can backtrack.

Juan raises an eyebrow at the implication that Carlos knows he’s made with their conversation. “Carlos! You haven't been holding out on me, have you? Have you got a boyfriend?” he asks, voice dipping into a mock-scandalised tone on the last word.

“Oh, no, definitely not,” Carlos rushes to correct him, a faint warmth rushing to his cheeks. Whatever he and TK are, they are most certainly not boyfriends. But maybe this could be an opportunity to get to know each other a little better. “I think this would be more of a first date, if it's even anything serious,” he confesses, and Juan grins at him.

“Well, at least you know your date will be well fed,” he jokes, picking up the fish to wrap it with Carlos’ other items. “You must tell me how you find it, I just know it will be delicious.”

Carlos laughs. “Of course, I would expect nothing less from you,” he says and once he’s paid and Juan has finished packing up his order, he waves goodbye and wanders on through the market, already planning sides and a sauce that would go well with snapper.

*

As it turns out, Carlos never finds out whether or not the fish was any good.

The sound of the door slamming behind TK’s back echoes around his head as he slumps into a chair in defeat. While he’d known that TK wasn’t looking for anything serious when they’d started hooking up, he hadn’t quite anticipated that the prospect of an actual date would have him walking out the door less than three minutes after he’d walked in.

Although, Carlos suspects that it was more than just the idea of a date. While TK had seemed reserved when Carlos had seated him at the table and offered him a drink, he would be blind to miss the way TK’s walls had flown up at Carlos’ comment about it ‘not being a marriage proposal’. Whether his own defensiveness that had crept out at that moment had pushed TK away, or something else, Carlos just wishes he knew what he’d done wrong.

He sits motionless for a few minutes, eyes not really taking in what was in front of them until the chimes of his phone fills the room, startling him. Picking it up, he switches off the timer he’d set for the fish and slowly gets to his feet, heartbreak making each of his limbs feel as though they were made of lead. Picking up some oven gloves, Carlos pulls the tray out of the oven and unceremoniously drops it onto the counter, closing his eyes against the delicious smell that filled the kitchen. He hasn’t eaten since the early afternoon when he was still on shift, but despite the prospect of the carefully prepared snapper in front of him, his appetite had vanished out the door with TK. Unable to stand it any longer, he grabs the tray and dumps everything in it into the bin.

*

The next morning Carlos finds himself at the market bright and early, a shopping list courtesy of his mother in his hand. She had sent him the list soon after he’d woken up, knowing he had a day off and could help her out while she was caught up with keeping the family ranch running smoothly. Scanning the list, his stomach sinks as he sees the next items that he needs to get.

His mother needs salmon fillets. Which means talking to Juan.

Carlos really hates his life sometimes.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to see Juan, but he knows that his friend will want to know about his date, and he’ll want answers that Carlos doesn’t want to face just yet. Carlos also doesn’t want to worry his friend, who’d seen him the last time he’d been rejected, when Carlos’ somewhat fractious relationship between his parents and his sexuality had proved too much of a issue for his ex. That whole fiasco had been a mess that had left Carlos brokenhearted, wondering if anyone was going to stick around long enough to love him.

It was uncomfortably similar to his current emotional turmoil.

Unfortunately, none of that is something he can give as a reason to his mother for why he’s neglected to get all her groceries, so he steels himself and heads over to Juan’s familiar stand.

“Hey Carlos,” Juan greets him, ever cheerful, “I wasn't expecting to see you today - this isn’t when you normally come.”

“Hi Juan,” Carlos forces a smile onto his face, trying to maintain some impression of normality, but it quickly drops. “Just picking up some things for mamá, she’s a bit caught up at home today.”

Juan nods slightly as Carlos gives him his mother’s order and he starts preparing the fish, but Carlos doesn’t miss the way his brow has furrowed at Carlos’ uncharacteristic manner.

“So,” he asks eventually, when Carlos doesn’t offer any conversation, “how was your date? Did you both enjoy the snapper?” His voice is cautious, apparently sensing Carlos’ mood, which plummets even further as guilt floods him at the memory of the fish landing in the bin, untouched and untasted.

“Ahh - well,” Carlos starts, chest tight with the cocktail of foul tasting emotions that are swirling through him. “Yeah, not so great.”

Juan looks up at him, concern filling his features. “What? What happened?”

Carlos shakes his head, not sure how to explain what exactly had happened the night before. “He- I- He didn't exactly stick around long; we didn't actually get to eat the fish,” he eventually admits.

“I guess he wasn’t on the same page I thought we were on,” he continues, “I’m sorry, Juan.”

“What- why are you apologising, Carlos? Fish really isn’t that important - although you are not allowed to quote me on that,” he jokes, making Carlos smile weakly. “I’m sorry my friend, you deserve better than that idiot.”

“No,” Carlos jumps to TK’s defence instinctively. “No, he’s not an idiot, he’s a good man, he’s just- I don’t know, going through some stuff, I think.” In truth, Carlos has no idea what’s going on in TK’s head, but it’s not TK’s fault that Carlos got invested too quickly, and Carlos can take a hint when someone wants him to back off.

Juan frowns. “Still, Carlos, you’re a good man too, and you deserve to be treated with more respect than that.”

“Thanks, Juan,” he says, but he’s not sure he really feels it. “Are those fillets ready?” he adds, changing the subject.

Juan quirks an eyebrow at his lack of subtlety, but doesn’t comment, instead ringing up his order and handing over the fillets.

“Look after yourself, yeah, Carlos?” is all he says, and Carlos nods.

“I’ll see you, Juan,” he says before he leaves, “keep well.”

*

Carlos doesn’t see Juan for a bit. He can hardly seem to grab a morning off from work, meaning Juan’s fish counter is empty by the time he makes it to the market in the afternoons, and as he starts spending more time with TK after their conversation at the police station, his free time seems to vanish. Then the lockdown comes into place and the market closes anyway, so he’s forced to resort to buying food from the store.

TK teases him for his disdain for store-bought quality, but Carlos just tells him to wait until they can go to a market and he can treat him to food made with the freshest ingredients.

Eventually, the markets in Austin reopen and they both have a day off when they’re both prepared to get up early. Or, more accurately, when TK is prepared to get up early, as Carlos tends to be an early riser even when he doesn’t have a shift.

They wander through the stands with their hands entwined, regardless of how inconvenient it becomes to pay for their groceries and fill their shopping bags. Before long, they turn a corner and Carlos spots Juan at his counter.

“Hey Juan,” Carlos calls out to the fishmonger as they walk up to the stand, and the shout of happiness he gets in return makes him grin.

“Carlos! My friend, it’s been too long!”

“It has, I’ve missed you - and your fish,” he jokes, “how’s business been?”

“Ah well, you know, a global pandemic tends to put a damper on things.” Juan shrugs and spreads his arms in a ‘what can you do’ gesture. “But I’ve managed - I was running a delivery service for a while but now the market’s are open again things are getting easier.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Carlos says, “and how’s your family?”

“Thank you, and they’re well - we’ve all been okay, thankfully.” A quiet look of relief crosses his face and then his expression turns curious. “Now Carlos, don’t you have some introductions to make?”

Carlos chuckles at Juan’s complete lack of subtlety. “Of course - Juan, this is my boyfriend, TK. TK, this is Juan.”

“Boyfriend huh?” Juan says, studying TK with a steady gaze.

“Hi,” TK says, “Pleased to meet you, Juan.”

Juan turns to Carlos, bluntly ignoring TK’s greetings. “Is this the red snapper boy?” he asks, and Carlos frowns slightly at his cool tone.

“Uh - yes,” he says, not necessarily surprised by the question, but unsure where Juan’s going with it.

“You know something?” Juan turns back to TK, voice inviting no response, “You wasted a damn good fish, boy, but more importantly, you weren't too kind to my friend here.” The displeasure in Juan’s voice causes Carlos’ jaw drops open in shock, but apparently he’s not finished.

“Do you know how long I have been selling Carlos fish? And offering him something interesting each time, waiting for the time that he has someone special to cook for? And you, you are the one that makes him stop and buy my best snapper, and then I find out no one ate it! A waste! A complete waste!” Juan finishes, throwing his hands up in frustration.

Carlos doesn’t know what to say, completely taken aback by Juan’s outburst. He sneaks a look at TK, who seems equally surprised, and his cheeks have turned pink with embarrassment, but he can also see the slightest twitch of amusement playing over his lips and he takes a tiny sigh of relief at the knowledge that he doesn't seem too upset by what just transpired. TK glances at him briefly, warming him with a smile, before turning back to Juan, expression sincere.

“You're right, I did miss out on that fish and I’m sorry to have wasted it. And- yeah, I wasted an evening with Carlos that night.”

The downcast look on TK’s face makes Carlos’ stomach flip uncomfortably. While they hadn’t spoken much about that evening - the unintentional barbs they’d hit each other with were still painful despite the time that had passed - they had discussed it and TK had been apologetic and regretful about the way he’d left. And though they’re now long past it, and he knows that TK loves him more than anything, he also knows TK still feels guilty about hurting him. He squeezes TK’s hand where it’s held in his and when TK glances at him, the momentary sadness on his face is replaced with his lovely smile as he returns the motion, and TK turns back to Juan.

“Will you allow me to make it up to you, and to him? Have you got any red snapper today?” he asks, and Carlos can easily recognise TK’s puppy eyes expression, even when it’s not directed at him.

Juan continues to study TK for a moment, brow still furrowed and Carlos holds his breath, unsure whether TK has succeeded in placating his friend’s outrage. Eventually, though, Juan relaxes with a laugh. “I suppose that might make up for it.”

“Is that okay with you?” TK asks him and Carlos just grins, relieved that he’s not going to have to break up a fight between his unexpectedly protective friend and his boyfriend.

“Sounds good to me, although who’s going to be cooking this, hmm? ‘Cause I don’t think it’s going to be you,” Carlos teases, and TK makes a noise of indignation.

“I can help,” he grumbles, brow wrinkling into a slight scowl. Carlos chuckles and pulls him in gently to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Sure you can,” he says against TK’s lips before pulling back and returning to his surroundings to see an amused expression on Juan’s face.

“Are you two finished?” he asks dryly, one eyebrow cocked as he smirks at Carlos and Carlos can't stop the flush that floods his face. “Alright then, one red snapper for Carlos and his red snapper boy.”

Carlos snorts with laughter, and can’t help but laugh harder at the affronted expression on TK’s face, but soon TK is laughing too, and he looks so beautiful that Carlos can hardly catch his breath. He’s so distracted that he doesn’t notice Juan waving the wrapped fish at him until TK steps forward to take it instead. He blushes again at Juan’s evident enjoyment at his distraction and he shifts his feet slightly, unsure what to say.

“Well, enjoy the rest of your day, boys, and I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again soon,” Juan says, directing the last bit to TK, who nods with a smile.

“Thanks, Juan,” Carlos says, “we’ll see you soon.”

“You’d better, and make sure you don’t waste my fish this time!” He says and they wave goodbye with a laugh.

As they walk away, TK tugs Carlos’ hand slightly until they’re walking as close together as they can without falling over each other.

“So,” he says, “that was interesting.”

Carlos huffs a laugh. “He’s known me a long time. I didn’t realise he was quite so protective of me, though.”

TK hums, eyes on the ground in front of him. “I’m glad you have friends like that. You deserve to have people fighting for you.”

Carlos glances at him, trying to decipher what TK is saying. “I’m glad, too,” he says cautiously, pulling them both to a halt so he can look TK in the eyes.

“You know I’ll do that too?” TK says, voice earnest. “You’re everything to me, Carlos, and I will fight for you every minute of every day.”

“TK…” he breathes, unsure how to cope with this declaration. Part of him already knows this, they’re not shy about sharing how much they care for each other, but it still shocks him every time.

TK smiles, and presses a kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

Carlos grins back, giddy with emotion, “I love you too.” TK’s smile broadens.

“Let’s get the rest of these groceries and go home. You’ve got fish to cook.”

“I’ve got fish to cook, huh? Are you not helping anymore?” Carlos teases and TK scoffs.

“You want my help now? I’m needed, am I?”

“I’ll always need you, Ty.”

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Y'all I'm just tryna make some mac and cheese and I scrolled down too far while the recipe was still loading and I found shit I was neither looking for nor expecting, so here you go —

Here's the interchange of the century (compiled, edited, and narrated by yours truly):

The Peak Commentary in TasteofHome.com's Recipe Comment Section under Baked Three-Cheese Macaroni:

[ ID: User MonaTarango commented on March 8, 2012 with a rating of 1 out of 5 stars: "This recipe is called "3 cheese" where is the 3rd cheese?" End ID. ]

First here, as the catalyst of our story, we have MonaTarango, who seems to have misread the recipe and missed the third cheese included the recipe. (This mistake likely occurred because the third cheese (parmesan) is added as a sprinkling on top of the macaroni and not melted into the roux like the other two cheeses—this distinction puts parmesan lower on the ingredients list, separated from the other two cheeses by a few lines, as ingredients are commonly listed in order of use.) Still, her own shortcoming unnoticed, Mona chooses to rate the recipe 1 out of 5 stars because of this perceived inaccuracy.

[ ID: User TedWelch commented on July 27, 2018 with a rating of 5 out of 5 stars: "Gruyere Extra-sharp Cheddar Parmesan - Makes Three Cheeses". End ID. ]

First to Mona's aid is TedWelch, although he's a little over 6 years late. Still, he names all three cheeses succinctly and kindly (an important distinction we'll soon revisit). Although Mona likely wasn't there to read Ted's comment, she would probably have appreciated his clarification the most.

[ ID: User PaulKlein commented on February 2, 2019 (no rating): "Mona are you retarted? Cheddar, Parmesan, Gruyere. 1..2..3. Three cheeses sweetheart...yikes". End ID. ]

Enter our antagonist, PaulKlein. Paul... has his own method of doing things. Despite Ted's perfectly fine assistance nearly 6 months prior, Paul doesn't think that clarification is enough. Perhaps he thinks Mona deserves a bit of her own medicine—who knows? But he is sure to express his disdain, asking Mona if she is [the R word], and counting out the list of cheeses condescendingly, as if to stoop to her level. Capping off his comment with a shuddering "yikes," Paul punctuates his fierce criticism, solidifying that if Mona ever did return in an attempt to solve the Missing Third Cheese Mystery of 2012, she certainly wouldn't like her second known witness.

[ ID: User Sharon commented on October 4, 2020 (no rating): "Paul, before you call someone retarted, learn to spell retarded." End ID. ]

Sharon, though, doesn't really appreciate Paul's approach, and corrects his spelling in a tone similar yet distinct from his. Sharon's defense of Mona though is passive, albeit present, and thus a bit weak. Although, considering Mona is apt to misreading, she might mistake Sharon's (apparent) disdain for poor spelling (and name-calling; perhaps even the R-word itself) as a heroic, selfless act of defence. Still, Mona should be wary—those who attempt to solely use spelling and grammatical correctness to undermine arguments fall prey to the common fallacy of argumentum ad grammaticam (Latin for "argument at the grammar"), colloquially known as the "grammar police" fallacy. Paired with Mona's flawed reading of the recipe, it's safe to say that two wrongs won't make a right in this situation.

Furthermore, I'd personally assert that an 8-month delay (on Sharon's part) is pushing it when it comes to justly confronting bullies and defending their victims. But this matter is not up to me; Mona may not read comprehensively and or completely, but she has the right to choose with whom she associates (even if it does include half-assed, likely-self-proclaimed, pro-bono internet defense attorneys whose sole arena is the comment section of tasteofhome.com, and whose version of justice involves (but is perhaps not limited to) replying to six-month-old comments on an interface that not only lacks a basic direct-reply or tagging mechanism (thus rendering the defense and outcome virtually unknowable to all participants of the trial), but also lacks an organized, unbiased jury of peers and appointed, qualified judge (thus rendering null any "outcome" of said "trial" in any actual legal context, especially in the circumstance that Mona should attempt further legal action against Paul). All I'm saying is that Sharon should at least have had the decency to privately offer Mona legal counseling before (apparently) rushing to submit a defense, much less have filed a proper, legitimate lawsuit. But who am I to talk? I only occasionally make fun of strangers on the internet, and I'm not even paid.)

[ ID: User Michelle commented on January 17, 2021 (no rating): "RêEtAåRÐ". End ID. ]

Last on the scene is Michelle. And boy, has she taken this exchange up a notch into the literary. Our Michelle here has decided to make fun of someone—perhaps both Sharon and Paul, perhaps Mona, or perhaps the entire situation—it's hard to know for certain. Regardless of concrete intent, we can tell that she utilizes some Tumblr-esque sarcasm (with some minor "corruption"-style flairs!) paired with what might be interpreted as YouTube comments-esque argumentative strategy and diction. A style distinguished by alternating capitalized and lower-cased letters, as well as non-English letters, these grammatically-incorrect edits serve to denote tone by using the slight visual abnormalities of the characters (where most English is concerned, that is) to call attention to the particular text, thereby delivering a sense of sarcasm or mocking without the need for explicit denotation. And, although we still don't know her exact intent by the comment, and despite being nearly 2 years late to the party, Michelle has—as far as we know—seemingly had the last (and likely only) laugh.

It is still as of yet unclear whether any of this aid has yet reached Mona. Attempts to contact her have gone unsuccessful (partially because they haven't been attempted). For now, we can only hope she found comparable recipe and read it with a little more thoroughness.

#FindTheThirdCheeseForMona

I legit still haven't made that goddamn macaroni and cheese yet because I've been writing this shit.

[sierraraeck]

Jet Talk

Spencer x OC Aundreya

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Summary: Now that the two of them are starting to get over their differences, they actually start working well together. On the jet ride home, they talk and play chess. Story five.

Category: Some angst, some fluff.

Warnings: Cussing. Normal CM stuff. Retelling of house fire and the death of family members.

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: Just a reminder that this is all fiction and I don’t actually know anything about hair care chemicals.

So the back twitching had subsided. Ever since Spencer and I went to dinner, things were so much better. Work was better, and he and I actually started working together on all of the stuff that didn’t require field work, because I was still not cleared for that yet. Well, I was, then the people above Hotch found out that I had a personal phone, and postponed that privilege for another few weeks. Aaron tried to take partial responsibility but I wouldn’t let him. They looked through my phone history, and because it was all clear, they let me keep it as long as Garcia could continue to monitor it. That was fine with me. It was just another time to add to the list of ‘everyone-being-thankful-that-Garcia-is-a-tech-goddess’.

But now that Spencer and I were, dare I say, kind of friends, working on cases was actually fun. I hadn’t had as much practice keeping up with him as everyone else did, but I felt like I was adjusting pretty well. I may not have had the education he or the rest of them did, but I definitely had the quick paced thinking skills. And if I do say so myself, I was getting pretty good at the geographical profile and picking out patterns in victimology since there was nothing else I was allowed to do.

Reid came rushing into the precinct conference room that we’d been allowed to set up in, late to our lunch break because he got caught up with the ME.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, not even slowing down long enough to notice his food. He walked right over to the board where the picture of the third woman was just put up.

“What do you got?” I asked, taking the finishing bite of my Lo Mein.

“Woah, slow your roll. Give the man a moment to eat his crappy Chinese food,” Morgan said. Of all the people on the team, Spencer and I were the only ones who never complained about the food. Probably because mine was gone too fast and his wasn’t gone fast enough. Sometimes it wasn’t gone at all.

“It’s okay I’m not hungry,” Reid said, turning to look at us. “The ME said that all three women had lethal levels of hydrogen peroxide and ammonia in their systems.”

“So the unsub forced it down their throats?” I suggested.

“That’s what I would assume considering the only other place they had traces of it was under their fingernails.”

“The only way it’d be under their fingernails is if they worked with it,” I stated. Everyone else was busy munching so that left Reid and I to fill the airspace.

“That’s what I thought, but when I asked Garcia to pull up their work history, all she found was that they all used to work at salons years ago.”

“The same salon?”

“No. Completely different and not in the unsub’s target area,” he responded.

“Wait, but their houses are in the target area,” I said, an idea forming.

“Right, but they were all killed away from their houses.”

“Sure, but these women had these chemicals under their nails for a reason. Both ammonia and hydrogen peroxide are ingredients in hair dye,” I said, my words picking up pace.

“So they had to have been using them at their homes,” Spencer said, realization dawning on him. “They were operating hair salons from out of their houses.”

“That’s what I’m thinking. The unsub could have gone to them to get their hair done, something triggered them-”

“And then they surprise-attacked them and quickly forced the chemicals down their throats.” Spencer finished, his words picking up pace as well.

“Exactly. We’ve got to be looking at a female unsub. Only women would visit salons this much, and killing her victims by chemical wouldn’t be hard for her to do. I mean, it would only take 500 ppm of ammonia and a swig of concentrated hydrogen peroxide to kill someone,” I said. JJ looked over at me, a questioning look on her face. “What? I may not have a PhD in chemistry but I know things.”

She raised her hands in surrender.

“Plus, if she is surprise-attacking them, it wouldn’t be that difficult for her to overpower them long enough to get the chemicals down their throats.” I nodded at his words. “This unsub has to have some sort of background in cosmetology or chemistry to know how much of the chemicals to use along with the correlation to hair dye ingredients.”

“I agree. Don’t hairdressers have to have a license to work?” I asked.

“Yes, they do!” Spencer replied, quickly pressing the button that had Penelope’s number on speed-dial. “Garcia, can you compile a list for me?”

“Absolutely, my boy wonder. What do you need?” her cheery voice seeped from the phone like warm honey and spread throughout the room.

“I need you to compile a list of licenced hairdressers in the area who don’t work at salons, along with anyone who has a background in chemistry,” Spencer asked, his voice commanding.

“Okey-dokey. That will be on your tablets shortly.”

“Thanks, Garcia.” Only seconds later our tablets were pinging. I swear to god that woman is a wizard.

“We need to start looking through these, one of them could potentially be our unsub,” Spencer said earnestly.

“Yeah, and the rest of them are her potential victims,” I pointed out. Spencer and I looked up from our tablets and made eye contact, nodding in agreement with each other. I’d been so caught up in our own little world of deductions that I hadn’t noticed the rest of the team staring at us.

Slowly, Prentiss leaned over to Hotch and deliberately asked, “Do you know why the rest of us are even here?” I stifled a laugh and saw Reid look down to hide a smirk in my peripheral. We had kind of run away with that one. Aaron just raised his eyebrows.

“Seriously. If the two of them are just going to do … that from now on, what are the rest of us even here for?”

“That is a fantastic question,” Rossi answered, in his bored, dry humored tone. Spencer and I exchanged amused smiles, trying to shield them from the rest of the team.

Emily sighed, holding out her hand in Spencer and I’s direction. “Would one of you geeks hand me my tablet?” Spencer and I just stood there, staring at her hand.

“Derek, that’s rude,” I said, snapping my fingers, forcing him to look at me, “Emily’s trying to talk to you.”

Emily snorted and Derek rolled his eyes. “Ha ha. Very funny, smartass.”

“Hey, just trying to keep it real.”

“We appreciate that,” JJ said, patting Morgan on the shoulder and winking at me on her way to grab her own tablet. He just shrugged her off.

# # # # # # # # # # # # #

We spent hours looking through those women until we found one that matched our profile, Hayley Morrison. We had initially skipped over her because she worked in a chemistry lab and didn’t seem to have any connection to cosmetology, but what drew our attention to her the second time around was that she’d been to the hospital several times as a child for chemical burns.

“You know, it’s interesting that out of all the chemicals our unsub could have chosen, she picked ammonia and hydrogen peroxide. There are plenty of other chemicals in hair dye she could have picked like resorcinol, lead acetate, toluene, and phenylenediamine. Not to mention all the chemicals she’d have access to working at a chemistry lab like arsenic, formaldehyde, mercury, bisphenol, fluoride, lead, methyl alcohol, cyclohexane, and many others she could have easily gotten her hands on. It’s actually really interesting because those two chemicals would…” Spencer rambled, before cutting himself off after he realized that the team was just gaping at him. The volume of his voice dramatically dropped, “Sorry. I can go into more detail if you’d like.”

“No, we’re good-”

“Yes,” I said. Everyone’s attention whipped toward me as I said it, shock and even slight horror taking over their features. Now, I’ve been viewed as a crazy person before, but these people looked at me like I needed an immediate lobotomy. “Okay, wow. Don’t all stab me at once,” I commented, my eyes wide. Spencer looked like he’d been shot with a tranquilizer. I was so confused because I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Clearly that was wrong.

“What did you just say?” Morgan asked me.

“I said-”

“No. Fairly certain you said no,” he cut me off. The rest of the team nodded and I just squinted my eyes at them.

“Actually I said yes. I’d love to hear more. But considering our time crunch,” I turned to Reid, “why don’t you just tell me about it on the jet?”

“Uh, what? Sure,” Reid floundered coming out of his daze, brows still furrowed. I never completed high school, didn’t even make it through the first semester of my freshman year, so there were a lot of basic things I was missing out on. Not like I needed all that information for anything, but regardless I wanted to learn more. What better way than to have the resident genius explain all of the things he knows (that by the way are coming in handy in our line of work) to me? Plus, the guy needed someone to listen to him rant, otherwise I was convinced his brain would implode from never getting to relieve any of the pressure stemming from all that knowledge. I was willing to be a pair of ears, another fine social skill I’d learned on the streets.

“Cool. Make a mental note of this chemical talk in that eidetic memory of yours and we’ll come back to it.”

“That’s not actually how eidetic memories work,” Spencer corrected me.

“Great. You can educate me on that in the jet as well,” I said with a wink. Spencer gave me his signature small smile, just like the one he did after the whole Kristy thing.

# # # # # # # # # # # # #

Come to find out, Hayley’s mother worked as an at-home hairdresser and forced her to make home-made hair dye with harmful chemicals using her bare hands. It wrecked the skin on her hands and forearms for the rest of her life, so we figured she was killing surrogates for her mother. Unfortunately we couldn’t put it together fast enough before we had to add a fourth picture to our board. When we found Hayley, she was in a secondary lab she created in her garage, and was in the process of mixing the two chemicals together, about to up her count to five. Instead of running or getting detained, she swallowed the mixture herself. Luckily, we got her to a hospital in time.

As we boarded the jet, I made sure to stay right behind Spencer so I could snatch up the seat next to him. When I sat down, he gave me a weird look.

“What?” I asked.

“I honestly didn’t think you were serious,” he replied.

“I am. As long as you want to talk about it, I want to listen to it.”

“Actually?”

“Deadass.”

“Hey Chambers,” Derek called across the plane, “You sure you know what you’re doing?”

“I always do,” I clapped back.

“Alright. Your eardrums,” he teased, followed by a quick raise of the eyebrows at Spencer. I just brushed it off.

“So tell me all about chemicals and eidetic memories.”

And he did. He spilled so much information that I’d have to spend the rest of the week cleaning up the jet. At first I didn’t want to interrupt him to ask questions, but I soon realized that he enjoyed answering them and helping me understand what the hell he was talking about. I’m not going to lie, I was still pretty confused about the whole chemicals thing by the end, but he looked so giddy sharing everything he knew about it that I was okay with that. The eidetic memory stuff made more sense to me, though. Or maybe I was just trying harder to understand it.

After an hour and a half of Q&A, he ran out of facts to tell me.

“There’s no way,” I teased. “Did I really run you dry of all your chemical and memory facts?”

“It looks like it,” he smiled at me. I hadn’t realized it being completely immersed in his talking, but my back was cramping from sitting completely perpendicular to the chair so that I could face him head on. I quickly cracked my back and neck with loud, satisfying pops.

“Ew. That does not sound healthy,” Emily said as she walked by us on her way to get coffee.

“Despite popular belief, it’s actually not that bad for you. It’s basically like being your own chiropractor,” Spencer answered for me. We both waited for him to go on, but he didn’t.

Emily gave him a questioning look, “No more? No stats or fun facts?”

He shook his head.

“Damn, girl. I underestimated you. You really did a number on him,” Prentiss accused.

I shrugged. “I didn’t do anything except listen and ask occasional questions. He wore himself out.”

“Eh, that sounds about right,” she nodded, returning back to her seat.

“What now? We’ve still got three plus hours to kill,” I asked. I didn’t want to sleep because then I wouldn’t be able to sleep through the night once we landed.

“Not sure. Do you want coffee?” he offered.

“No thanks,” I said, getting out of my chair to let him out. He slid past me and I switched to the seat across from his. I’d never been a fan of coffee. I didn’t do soda either so the only way I ever got caffeine was through tea, but that didn’t happen often either. I’d rather just run off of natural energy. I looked around for something to do since neither of us were going to be sleeping anytime soon and found a small travel chess set.

I’d always been a fan of chess. I played all the time with my grandfather, then played with Rafael, the Cloaks’ leader, and picked it back up at the end of my prison days. I had just started setting it up when Reid sat back down.

“You know how to play chess?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’ve played all my life. I was actually in the chess club in elementary school,” I laughed. I hadn’t thought about those days in a long time.

“Oh really? That’s so cool,” I could tell there was a hint of skepticism in his voice.

“What?”

He gave a small laugh. “It’s just that you don’t really strike me as the nerdy chess club type.”

“Oh that’s because I wasn’t. I was the dominating chess club type,” I said, raising my eyebrows.

“Is that so?”

“Yep.”

“Alright. I’d be willing to bet that I can change that,” he challenged, leaning in, the intensity of his eye contact increasing.

“I’m sure you can, Doctor Genius. Let’s see it,” I accepted.

“White commences the game,” he stated, gesturing for me to go ahead. I made my first move. He feigned a grimace.

“Oh come on. Don’t try and play mind games with me. It’s not going to work,” I pointed out.

“Worth a shot. It works on Morgan and JJ,” he said. I laughed as he made his move.

About fifty moves and forty minutes later, I was in checkmate.

“Dammit,” I said.

“If it makes you feel any better, that’s one of the longest games I’ve ever played.”

“Really?” I was shocked.

“Yeah. On average it only takes me about 25 minutes to beat someone. Our game was 40. And you took me to the average 50 moves per game, usually I’m sitting at about 20.”

“Cool. I’m glad I could provide you some sort of a challenge,” I said. “So have you ever lost?”

“Yes. I lost to Gideon, my old mentor, many times before I could beat him. He actually taught me a lot about the strategy,” His voice was sad and pensive. I knew the two of them were close, that’s why I wasn’t surprised by his next question. “How did you know Gideon?”

“Do you remember when I told you that the Storefront Slaughterer burnt our apartement down?”

He nodded.

“Well, I was the most paranoid out of the three of us, so I kept one of my old softball bats by my bed. When I heard my bedroom door open that night, I put a hand on it before I even saw who it was. When he tried to yank me out of bed, something my mom and sister knew better than to do, I hit him with it. I couldn’t tell if he was dead or not, but he was definitely unconscious for the time being. I ran to my mom and sister’s rooms and saw that they were already dead,” I swallowed. I’d told this story many times and re-lived it twice as much. I felt a general sense of detachment at this point, but having to say the words of confirmation always shook me a little.

“I don’t remember how long I stood there in disbelief, but however long, it was too long. Long enough for him to regain consciousness and return the favor. I must have dropped the bat in the midst of everything because he hit me with it. He hit the side of my head, and for good measure, broke my femur in my right leg. He told me that I didn’t deserve to die as quickly as they did. That I deserved to slowly burn alive or suffocate from the smoke. He got up and left, leaving me in a daze. I was going to give up. I was. I had made the decision, lying between my mother and my sister that we were all going to die together. I don’t know what changed my mind. It could have been the intense heat, the pain from my leg, or the fact that I was slowly losing the ability to breathe. But for some reason, I decided to get up and fight. I walked to the door but it was too hot so my only way out was the window. I jumped five stories down, which honestly should have killed me or shattered my spine, but it didn’t. It left me winded with three broken ribs and mostly unconscious. That’s when I met Gideon.

“I don’t really remember what happened, but he later told me that I’d been there for an hour, slowly bleeding out before he got to me. I jumped out a window on the back of the building and landed behind a giant dumpster and it was dark, so I wasn’t exactly easy to spot. He told me that the only thing I said to him before I slipped completely under was, ‘help me disappear.’ He called a paramedic over to treat me, but he wouldn’t let them take me to the hospital, which I was grateful for. He made one of them get in the backseat of his car with me as he drove me back to his house. I stayed there and recovered for the next few months during which he told me all about his team and their extensive process to track this guy. I told him that I couldn’t stay there and I wouldn’t go back to my father so he helped me change my identity. I thanked him for everything he’d done for me when I left for the streets, and we agreed to keep in touch. We did, all the way up until he left the bureau. He and Aaron consulted me a few times but other than that, he didn’t visit. He didn’t even bother to come see me in person when he decided to cut all ties, which I don’t blame him for, but all I got was a letter that just showed up one day in my cell.” Spencer’s whole mood shifted when I said that, his eyes getting bigger.

“He left you a letter too?” he asked. Too? I was shocked. Gideon left him a letter? How come he never told me about Spencer?

“Yeah. We hadn’t been in contact for ages and then one day a letter just showed up in my cell, telling me that it was his turn to disappear and not to look for him. You got one too?”

“Yes,” was all I got. It must have been a painful memory because I could tell he didn’t want to elaborate.

“Well, anyway, I have him to thank for my life and the rest of the BAU for listening to me when I sent in that tip.” We were silent for a while, thinking about Gideon and what he must be doing now.

“Why’d he ask you not to look for him?”

“I’d assume it’s because he knew that I was either going to get out, or gain enough connections that I could. I mean, I was one of the best private investigators, and he wanted to be left alone. He knew I’d respect his wishes, but only if he directly told me them.”

He nodded.

“Okay, enough of that. Wanna play again?” I asked.

“You sure you want to get beat twice in a row?” he asked, a little bit of pep coming back into his words. I answered by making my first move.

# # # # # # # # # # # # #

About 15 minutes before landing, the rest of the team started slowly waking up. Reid and I were on game number five. Gasp, I’d lost the previous four. But a few moves later, I had him in checkmate. I sat back, squinting my eyes, and stared at him with my best bitchface.

“Woah, what’s going on here?” Morgan asked as he walked by on his way to finish the last bit of coffee, able to sense the tension. I didn’t answer, I just crossed my arms and kept staring at Reid.

“I’m not sure. She’s just been staring at me like that,” he answered.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“It looks to me like she’s got you in checkmate-”

“Bullshit,” I interrupted, still totally focused on Spencer. Both of them furrowed their brow. “He let me win.”

Derek quickly turned to walk away mumbling something about not getting involved, but Spencer said, “That’s not true.”

“How many games have we played?”

“Five.”

“Is that how much you think my ego is worth? Five games?” He just gave me a confused look. “Listen up Doctor Genius. I don’t have a fragile ego and I know that you let me win. After the first four games, I started to get a feel for how you played, and I know that you wouldn’t have made those last two moves if you actually wanted to win. So let me tell you this. I want to beat you, but I actually want to earn it. It may take me 100 games, maybe more, but I will beat you and it will be because I actually outplayed you. I can’t do that if you go easy on me and I don’t actually get a feel for how your mind works. I enjoy a challenge and am not just going to break or give up because I’m losing. I want to learn from you, which I thought was obvious after I suggested you tell me everything you didn’t get to share while working the case. So do me a favor. Don’t ever go easy on me.” He started to smile and gave me a single, but definite, nod.

“Fantastic. So let’s reset the board to where it was a few moves ago, and why don’t you beat me like a true genius.”

[girls-scenarios]

A Touch

Idol: Heejin (Loona)

Prompt: Hello there, can I request a hogwarts Au fem! reader(Ravenclaw) x heejin (gryffindor) where heejin has a crush on the reader and they start dating after the reader has to help heejin with potions class Please and thank you!! ❤️❤️

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I haven’t seen the movies in a hot minute, but I’m hoping to watch them during quarantine. That’s one way to spend my time, at least. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

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You felt the heat on the back of your neck before you heard the bang. The heat made your skin tingle, and you ducked just as a loud BAM knocked you forward into your table. Behind you, a cauldron bubbled and spit, sending the failed potion spewing onto your robes. The hiss made you wince and jump up, slipping out of the robe before whatever had just exploded onto you could seep through the cloth. A curse lingered on your lips, your nose crinkling into a frown until a low, soft voice stopped you in your tracks.

“I’m so sorry! I must have thrown in the wrong ingredient!” A pretty girl in Gryffindor robes was standing behind the cauldron, her face smudged by her own explosion and her brown hair standing on end. Her lips were turned down in a pout, and you felt your heart skip before you shook your head, looking down at your robes instead. The potion, thankfully, hadn’t left any marks.

“T-that’s okay....” You trailed off, all the curses you’d thought of before disappearing and leaving you speechless. Beside you, your fellow Ravenclaw student Hyewon looked up at you incredulously, like she couldn’t believe you weren’t upset. You’d cursed at other students in potions before, but something about this girl made your heart skip a beat as she whined and wiped at her face, trying to explain herself to her partner, who looked just as shocked as everyone else.

Thankfully, you wouldn’t have to explain yourself to Hyewon, because the professor cleared his throat loudly and stomped over to the offending cauldron.

“Miss Jeon Heejin, do you care explaining how you blew up a potion that is not meant to blow up?”

“I-I must have added the wrong ingredient,” Heejin said, bowing her head and clasping her hands together nervously. Right then, she did not look like a brave Gryffindor. Instead, she resembled a scolded puppy. Your heart went out to her, just as you remembered your classmates talking about her. Heejin, the girl who blew up everything she touched. You’d never been lucky enough to be in a class with her until this year, apparently.

“You have continuously messed up almost every potion we’ve made this year, how have you not learned from your past mistakes yet? Will it take blowing up this whole room for you to learn to pay attention and be careful?”

“I was doing better though! I hadn’t blown up anything yet this year.” Heejin gained some of her confidence back, straightening her shoulders before a well-placed glare from the professor made her slump back down again.

“You’ve gotten almost every potion wrong, not blowing them up isn’t something you should be proud of! How you’ve gotten this far in your wizarding schooling with skills like this, I don’t know, but I’ve half a mind to-.”

“Excuse me.” You butted in, surprising even yourself as you stepped forward. The professor stopped and turned to look at you, his eyebrows raising.

“Yes, (Y/N)?”

“I couldn’t help but overhear your lecture. If she needs help in potions, I would be happy to tutor her. After all, I am the top student in the class.”

Heejin’s eyes went wide, before a slow smile spread over her face. “Really? You’d do that for me?” Her happiness made you feel better about your very sudden decision, and you smiled, nodding your head as you folded your robe over your arm.

“Of course. If that’s okay with you, professor.”

“By all means.” The professor sighed and waved his hand. “Anything to keep her from blowing something up again.” With that, he walked away, and you held out your hand.

“I’m (Y/N), from Ravenclaw.”

“I’m Heejin, from Gryffindor.”

“I know,” you said with a smile, “you’re the one who blows up everything you touch.”

Her cheeks flushed at the nickname and she sighed, trying to run her hands the her now-frayed hair. “It’s not like I do it on purpose. I just can’t get the hang of potions. I’ve never been any good at it.”

“Hopefully we can fix that. Meet me here after dinner. I’ll get permission to use the room after hours and we’ll work from there. Sound like a plan?”

Her smile returned and she nodded. “That sounds great, thank you again!”

“No problem.”

As you returned to your seat, Hyewon wiggled her eyebrows. “Since when do you help the helpless?” She whispered, grinning, and you did your best to ignore her, turning your attention instead to your own perfect potion.

“That’s none of your business.”

-

When you met Heejin that evening, she’d cleaned up and somehow looked even prettier, the petite bridge of her nose visible without the presence of soot on her face. She’d washed her hair, and it now lay in waves down across her shoulders. Her Gryffindor robe was big on her, and you had a feeling that someone had let her borrow theirs, because hers had looked pretty messed up earlier. Still, she was smiling, and your heart skipped a beat as you walked up to her.

God. She was too pretty.

“Ready?” You asked, pulling out the key in your pocket, and she nodded, looking all too excited. It made you a bit nervous.

“I’m ready! How did you get them to give you the key?”

“I’m the best potions student in Hogwarts,” you explained smoothly, bragging a bit as you opened the door and let her inside. “They know I won’t mess anything up.”

“That’s impressive. Potions is really hard.” Heejin sighed as she sat down at the single table left with a cauldron, per your request, pressing her hands against the seat and swinging her legs. “There’s just so many things to remember and they all get jumbled up in my head. Same with all the stirring and the temperature of the fire.... It’s too complicated.”

“It’s a science.” You walked to the ingredients cabinet as you spoke. “Nobody ever gets it right on the first time. That’s why there’s so much damage control for the first years. But once you get it down, it becomes easier and easier. Memorization and confidence are key.” After a short pause to look at the list of ingredients for Confusing Concoction, you grabbed the things you needed and turned to her with a smile. “I’ll teach you how I do it.”

Heejin was a good student, despite her reputation. She watched and listened carefully and took notes with a sparkly red pen as you explained each of the ingredients in detail and what purpose they had in the potion. Although she was obviously nervous as she stood next to the cauldron, your reassurance that you were only handing her the correct things made her more confident, and she did as you told her, putting things in one by one and stirring the cauldron slow.

You were mostly just watching as she put in the last thing, put the movement of her wrist caught your eye. She was stirring faster. To make sure that you weren’t just imagining things, you watched a little longer. Sure enough, Heejin seemed to speed up with each stir, and you smiled to yourself. You’d found the problem.

“Okay,” you said, stepping forward and putting your hand on her wrist. She startled slightly as you moved behind her, and you realized belatedly that this was a pretty intimate position. Clearing your throat, you moved to the side a bit to give her more space, doing your best to focus on the potion instead of on how good she smelt. “I found your problem. You stir really, really fast.”

She blinked, but let you move her wrist slowly around the cauldron in a slight zig-zag pattern. “But all the ingredients are in, does the speed matter anymore?”

“It’s the most important right now. If everything mixes together too quickly, it can cause an explosion. For Confusing Concoction, you want to stir slowly and make the letter z. That’s what makes it thicken to the right consistency.”

“Oh....” She fell quiet until you took your wrist away, your throat dry. Without your hand, she continued to do the right motion, and a smile came to her lips. “That’s not so hard!”

“Nope. Not at all.” Once the potion was at the right consistency, you reached over to stop her wrist and smiled. “You did it. That’s Confusing Concoction, the very same potion you blew up on me in class.”

She blushed, but she was still smiling as she backed away. “Wow. I really did it! It didn’t blow up or turn a strange color or anything!” Her eyes were wide as she peered down at it. “How can you tell it’s ready?”

“Three things.” You pointed at how the potion stuck slightly to the stirring stick. “First, his potion is supposed to have this thick consistency. Almost like molasses or syrup.” Then you pointed to the clock. “Second, I know that it takes a certain amount of time to brew correctly. Third, the color is correct. Even one ingredient wrong would have made the color off. Since it meets all of those criteria, I have to say that you have successfully created Confusing Concoction.”

“You’re so cool,” Heejin breathed, and your heart skipped another beat. “This is great! I can’t believe I really did it! With your help, of course, but I’ve never done this well!”

You laughed, and wondered why you found her sheepish smile so adorable before reminding yourself to be a good tutor. “You’ll do even better by the time I’m done with you. Now come on, I’m going to get a sample of this to show the professor, and then we should clean up and get to bed. Oh, and I’ve got some reading material for you.”

When the two of you parted ways at the door, Heejin left you with a quick hug and a wave, and your heart wouldn’t stop pounding.

-

“How’s tutoring Heejin been? I’ve seen the two of you giggling together in the hallway. It seems like there’s a lot more than tutoring going on.” Hyewon cornered you one day as you parted ways with Heejin outside the Ravenclaw portrait (she’d decided to walk you back to your dorms, and you’d be lying if it didn’t make your heart skip a beat).

“Don’t be silly. I’m trying to make sure that she doesn’t blow us all up one day.” You tried your best to scoff like you would have before you met Heejin, but your heart just wasn’t with it. Plus, your heart was beating like crazy, and you were pretty sure your ears were red. Hyewon just smiled and raised her eyebrows.

“But you like her.”

You swallowed and ducked around her, her heart shuddering in your chest. You couldn’t even try and deny it anymore, but that didn’t mean you were confident enough to say it. Not when Heejin looked like a cute, confused bunny, or when her smile was as radiant as the sun.

“Shut up,” you said, for a lack of anything else to say. Hyewon just snickered and followed you inside.

-

Heejin had slowly wiggled her way into your heart with her cute smile and her soft hair and her scrunched up nose when she concentrated. The tutoring sessions were still tutoring, you still taught her potions and answered any questions she had, but there was more... talking. Getting to know each other. Smiling and laughing.

They’d turned into something you looked forward to at the end of the day, and you wondered if Heejin felt the same way.

One thing was for sure, though. She was improving in potions every day. Soon, she wouldn’t even need your help anymore.

And you weren’t sure what you’d do when that happened.

-

“Whatever you’re doing to help Heejin, it’s working. She’s improving exponentially.” The professor smiled widely at you, and you did your best to smile back. Usually, you’d love hearing teacher’s praise, but this time, you felt a sense of dread.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You know, if she passes this upcoming test, she won’t even need help anymore. We’re going to be brewing Draught of Peace, and if she can successfully brew that, she can brew anything!”

Your heart dropped. It was just as you’d expected. Your days with Heejin were coming to a close. But you smiled anyway, nodding as the professor looked at you. You couldn’t do anything to hurt Heejin’s grades.

“I’ll do my best to make sure she passes.”

-

This time of the year was always a blur, only made worse by your worry over what you’d do once your tutoring sessions ended. Before you new it, it was the day of the big test in potions, and you faltered at the door, not wanting to go inside. Was this what test anxiety was like?

“What’s wrong?” Hyewon asked sleepily, bumping into your back.

“I-I don’t want to go into class today.”

She frowned. “What do you mean? You’ll do fine, you’re the number one student when it comes to potions.”

“That’s not it,” you said, and she finally got it, letting out a little sigh.

“Oh, it’s Heejin.”

“Yeah.”

“Listen, you guys have gotten really close. I don’t think she’ll just drop you after she finally passes something in potions. She doesn’t seem like that type of person.”

“You think so?” You looked at your friend, feeling pathetic for being so scared, and she wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“I know so. And I’m never wrong. Now let’s get inside before we get points taken away for being late.”

The room was already almost full, only a few straggling students still missing, and you turned to look at Heejin before you could help yourself. She was studying the notes she’d taken with you the day before, her nose scrunched up in concentration, but when you looked up and locked eyes with you, she smiled.

“Good luck,” she said softly as you passed, and you couldn’t help smiling as well.

“Good luck to you too.”

As you reached your seat, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You were the best potions student in the school. You had no reason to be nervous. You could do this.

When you opened your eyes again, the ingredient cabinet was open, and you were in the zone. You didn’t think about Heejin, even as much as you wanted to. You focused on your own potion until it was done, then sat back with a sigh and a little smile.

You’d done it.

Then you heard an excited yell behind you, and you turned around to see that Heejin had done it too. Her face was flushed from excitement and she’d smudged something on her face, but she’d finished the potion. And she hadn’t blown anything up.

“Very good, Heejin,” the professor said with a smile. “I’m impressed.”

“Thank you!” She beamed from his praise, almost glowing as she stepped away from her table, and you couldn’t look away. Not even when she turned and locked eyes with you, or when she began to walk around her table.

The next thing you knew, your arms were full of one Jeon Heejin, and she was hugging you tight. She also smelt distinctly of vanilla and flowers, and you wondered for a moment if her lips would be as soft as her face was against yours before she pulled away and you snapped out of it.

“I did it! And it’s all because of you!” She was still smiling, holding onto your shoulders, and her smile was too contagious not to smile back, even if you felt a little sad as you did.

“It was your hard work and willingness to learn that made you succeed. I just helped. I’m proud of you.” At your words, the tips of her ears colored pink with pleasure and she glanced down, uncharacteristically shy.

“Thank you. For everything.”

“Of course.”

It wasn’t until class was ending and everyone was moving towards the doors that you had the courage to tell her. Swallowing, you patted her shoulder and put on a fake smile. “Congratulations again. I was happy to tutor you.”

She smiled, but then it faded a bit as your words sank in. “What do you mean by that?”

“The professor said that, if you passed this test, you wouldn’t need my help anymore. But I had a lot of fun with you, and I’m proud of how far you came.”

“Oh.” Her face fell and you wanted to cheer her up, to hug her, to do something, but one of her friends came to her side, whining about how hard the test had been, and she cleared her throat. “Um, I had fun too. Thank you again. I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah,” you said, giving her a little wave. “See you around.”

You turned to watch her walk away once you were outside the classroom, and Hyewon sighed.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I couldn’t.”

“But you guys obviously like each other. Come on, I could have cut that tension with a knife.”

You turned away, clutching your books tighter. You didn’t know why you hadn’t said anything, but the words just hadn’t come out. All you could do was shake your head at Hyewon and say “I know.”

-

Once the evening rolled around, you found yourself restless. Laying in bed didn’t seem right, but neither did doing homework, and eventually you grew frustrated with distracting yourself and stood up, throwing on your shoes and heading out of the dorms. You no longer had the key, but you figured a walk to the potions classroom might help you feel better.

As you approached, you saw a figure sitting outside the doors, her head leaned back against the wall. Your heart stopped and, for a moment, you stopped too. Could it be? When you started walking again, your heart was pounding in your chest, the beating only getting faster as you got closer and the figure turned to look at you.

It was Heejin. And she was smiling.

“I was hoping you’d come.”

You found yourself smiling as well as you shoved your hands into your pockets and stopped in front of her. “Sorry, I don’t have the key,” you said, even though you knew that wasn’t what she was waiting for. Sure enough, she just laughed before standing to her feet.

“I really like you, (Y/N),” she said bluntly, and your heart did a back flip inside your chest. So this was the brave Gryffindor that had been inside Heejin this whole time. “And I don’t want to stop seeing you. Even if it’s not tutoring, I want to be around you.”

“I like you too,” you admitted, relieved to finally have the feelings off your chest. You felt giddy and nervous, yet it was so right at the same time. “And I don’t want to stop seeing you either.”

“Good.” She stepped closer to you, her eyes sparkling in the candlelit hallway. “Then let’s date.”

“Okay.”

You usually weren’t one to be bossed around. But this time, as you smiled widely and pulled your hands out of your pockets to reach out and grab her hands instead, you found you didn’t mind. You also found that Heejin’s lips were just as soft as her skin when she giggled and leaned in to kiss you, silently sealing the deal with her gentle vanilla-scented touch.

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Magical Mix Up

Chapter Three (Chapter Two can be found here) Gideon sat in the small lounge within Star Labs, the smoothie Dr Snow had made to ensure she was getting the required nutrients for her new form sitting on the table by her side. Waking up in Star Labs, it had been good to have Mr Ramon and Mr Allen by her side. They were, in a way, her fathers so she was comforted by their presence. Only her Captain would have been more welcome at her side, but he was gone, and Gideon had not been able to find any trace of him. No matter how hard she tried.

“Hey,” Cisco appeared, carrying two plates, “I brought some cake. Caitlin said you’re allowed a slice as long as you finish the sludge you’re drinking.”

With a slight smile, Gideon said, “Thank you.”

He placed one of the plates at her side before taking a seat across from her, “How are you doing?”

Shrugging Gideon replied, “I feel a little odd. It is strange having a body when I am so used to controlling the Waverider. I miss her but for the moment being away is better while I get used to my new form.”

“That makes sense,” Cisco said, breaking off a bit of cake and eating it, “You’re welcome to stay here as long as you want to.”

Gideon sighed, “Thank you. I should however ask about the Legends and where they are.”

“They’re still in Star City,” Cisco told her, “Without you they can’t go anywhere except by those watch things.”

“The Time Couriers,” Gideon corrected, “They are practical. However, it is not a good idea to have the Waverider sitting around for too long.”

Cisco nodded, “What do you suggest?”

“I believe with your assistance I can provide the Waverider with a new AI that will allow them to travel through time without me,” Gideon said.

“Something temporary until you’re ready to go back?” Cisco asked.

Gideon didn’t reply instead said, “The information from the time vault will be helpful and I would suggest having the Time Sphere brought here just in case.”

“In case what?”

“Having met the Legends,” Gideon noted, “You should be aware that things do not always go as they are supposed to.”

Cisco chuckled, “Finish your cake then we’ll get to work but,” he held up his finger, “If you feel tired or need to rest, tell me instantly.”

“Of course, Mr Ramon.”

                               *********************************************

 John checked his list making sure he had all the ingredients required to do the spell to return Rip’s memories.

Although they argued constantly whenever they met up, John and Rip were actually very close friends. A friendship forged over many misadventures where they’d gotten in and out of a lot of trouble. He’d met Rip’s family and had been known as Uncle John by Jonas. It was an honour that he’d never expected, and he’d loved that little boy like his own.

Then Rip had appeared at the Mill House one day, looking like death warmed up, barely managing to say the words that Miranda and Jonas were dead before losing it.

John did the only thing he could which was listen to Rip talk, telling all he’d done trying to save the people that Rip lived for. He woke the next morning to find Rip was gone, along with a good bit of his whiskey and didn’t hear from Rip for several years. Until a phone call where Rip told him about Mallus, the danger to the universe and then asked him to work with the Legends.

It was strange seeing Rip with this new personality, Rory, but John could understand where it came from and why it was a comforting thing for him to be helping people in this new guise. His friend had seen so much death and had felt so much grief, he deserved something good in his life, but John also knew that Rip would never want to forget Miranda and Jonas.

Assured he had everything required, John packed the supplies in the rucksack, along with the books he needed. He couldn’t use the Time Courier too close to the Mill House, the one time he had he’d ended up far from where he intended to be and had to call Gideon to rescue him when the thing fritzed out on him. Which she was exceedingly smug about.

 “John,” Sara called seeing him walk up the ramp, “Did you get everything you need?”

Nodding he patted the bag, “All right here. Any progress?”

Sara shook her head, “He’s just ignoring me now and reading. On the plus side, Cisco sent some instructions to get us up and running without Gideon. Jax and Zari are going to work on that this afternoon, hopefully we’ll be back in business by tonight.”

“Good to know,” John replied, “Any word on how Gideon is?”

Sara shook her head, “Cisco just said she’s resting when I asked but that she did give some input into the new AI.”

“That’s something at least,” John mused.

Shrugging Sara asked, “I will be in the parlour if you need me. Let me know the moment it’s done.”

“You’ll probably hear him swearing at me to let him out,” John chuckled before he started towards the brig.

Stepping through the doors, John saw Rip glance up from his book briefly before ignoring him.

“You don’t have to talk to me,” John said as he started pulling out the things for the spell, “It’s not unusual. We did three days in a cave once, and I think we exchanged all of six words with one another. Most of those was swearing by both of us.”

Rip continued to ignore John, and the only movement was him turning the page until John was about to start his spell.

“What are you doing?” Rip demanded sharply.

“I know you’ve never really been one who likes magic over tech,” John placated him, “However this is the safest way we can get your memories back since Gideon can’t help at the moment.”

Rip moved suddenly so they were face to face, “Listen to me. I am not the person you think I am but if you are trying to release hidden memories then I am warning you not to. I have things in my memory that are buried for a reason.”

John frowned, the conviction in the other man’s voice chilling him. Touching the communicator panel on the wall, John called up to the parlour.

“It’s just the camouflage talking,” Sara replied, when he explained what the man in the cell had told him, “Ignore whatever he says to stop you, bring his memories back.”

John grimaced when Sara closed the link, turning back to the man in the cell he shrugged.

“I know some of what you’ll remember is horrible,” John said softly, “But you’ll have the good memories back too. And I know you’d never want to forget those.”

Rip stared at him, “I’m begging you. Don’t do this.”

Turning away John began his spell.

 Rory was beginning to panic slightly. If Constantine could release the block that held back the two thousand years, then that would release the darker side of Rory that he kept securely tucked away. The side that he had learned to control because of the walls erected and strengthened by the TARDIS. Rory had never been fully human with these memories and worried what he would do if he remembered them all. Assuming they didn’t send him insane first.

The Doctor always said that there was power in words, especially if the person saying those words believed. And the man standing outside the glass believed.

Fire burned from Constantine’s hands before bright light filled the room, making Rory turn away and close his eyes. As the light faded Rory felt faint for a few moments but thankfully it only lasted a few seconds.

“Rip?”

At the call from outside the glass Rory looked up at the other man with a dark glare, “No.”

“Bollocks.”

                                 *********************************************

 Jax scanned the information Cisco had sent them before looking up at Sara and nodded, “It makes sense.”

“Good,” Sara smiled, “If you can get us fixed then we’ll be able to get back to work.” She turned as the door to the bridge opened and John stalked on, “From the look on your face, I’m guessing it didn’t work.”

John shook his head, “But as I said, I have a few ideas. The next one should release Rip’s memories, but I can’t do anything for a few hours. Give the original spell some time to dissipate.”

Sara nodded, “Okay. I should get him something to eat and see if maybe your spell loosened something.”

Grimacing John replied, “Good luck with that. I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

While John walked away, Sara checked to see Jax and Zari were working on the information Cisco had sent them. She shook her head amused as she listened to them ‘discuss’ what they were doing and some things Jax didn’t agree with instructions that Cisco had given them.

Heading to the dining room, Sara fabricated a meal for Rip with a cup of tea, it was surprising that he hadn’t complained about, he never fabricated tea always making it fresh. Reaching the brig, Sara frowned to see Rip was sitting with his head in his hands.

“Rip?” she called worriedly.

An annoyed sigh came from the man before he stated sharply, “I have told you multiple times that is not my name.”

Taken back by the snarl in his voice, Sara slid the tray through the small slot, “I brought you some lunch.”

She jumped when he snatched it from the floor and hurled it at the glass where she stood.

“Let me out,” he glared at her.

Sara watched his chest heave with deep breaths, his eyes dark with rage.

“I know this is difficult,” she said calmly, “But it’s to make sure you’re safe until we get you back.”

Dragging a hand through his hair, Rip forced out, “Whatever you’re planning to do I am telling you don’t. My memories have not been altered but there are things in my head that cannot be released. You don’t know what’s in here.”

“I know you don’t remember,” Sara replied softly, “But I have my own demons that I’ve managed to suppress.”

Rip shook his head, “You don’t understand. I’m asking you to listen to me. I am not Rip Hunter, I am Rory Williams and if you try to release my memories…” he sighed, “You will regret it.”

“I know you’re scared,” Sara told him kindly, “But trust me, once you’re you again everything will be fine.”

Leaving him once more, Sara winced as she heard a thud of one of the books being thrown at her, bouncing off the glass.

 Rory dropped onto the bench, pushing his hands through his hair trying to get his mind to settle after whatever Constantine had done. The wall holding back his memories from the Centurion were weaker than they’d been in a long time, which meant his temper was shorter than it had ever been.

“Slow breaths, Rory,” he remembered the Doctor’s voice after the first time the memories took control, “Whenever you feel the Centurion’s darker impulses coming forward, you need to slow your breathing and find a mantra. Something to focus on that will keep them down.”

“Amy, Melody, Home,” Rory said slowly before repeating, “Amy, Melody, Home. Amy, Melody, Home.”

He continued his mantra over and over, managing to force the wall in place again. Feeling the rage settle back for the moment, Rory was relieved it was holding but knew that if Constantine managed to knock them down again with his ‘magic’ then Rory might not be able to rebuild them.

As much as he wanted out of here, he didn’t want to hurt anyone.

But Rory knew he would.

                                 *********************************************

 “I’m telling you that this is a waste of time,” Jax was gesturing to Zari when Sara stepped into the engine room, “I know the ship. He doesn’t.”

“But Cisco has an AI in the time vault,” Zari reminded him.

“And I’ve been working on Gideon for years,” Jax shot back at him, “I know how to do these connections.”

Zari shrugged, “If you’re sure then we’ll do it that way.”

“Everything okay?” Sara asked now they’d finished arguing.

Zari gave her a grin, “We’re almost finished. Cisco’s instructions are good, but we know the ship better than he does so some are a bit pointless.”

Chuckling Sara asked, “Does that mean we’re almost ready for a test?”

Jax appeared from beneath the section he had been working on, “Yep, we’re ready. Zari, you go with Sara and monitor the output from the bridge. The new AI should appear on the central console. Sara, if you take the pilot’s seat and keep an eye on the engine output.”

“Okay,” Sara nodded.

With Zari at her side, Sara headed up to the bridge and slid into the Captain’s chair while Zari took up position at the console where Gideon’s hologram used to hover.

“We’re ready,” Zari called down to Jax.

“Okay,” Jax’s voice came over the comms, “Let’s do this. Initiating the programme, Zari tell me how it’s going.”

Sara glanced back at the woman standing staring intently at the screen.

“Everything is loading up,” Zari said, “It’s initiating just as predicted.”

“Great,” Jax said, “I’ll…”

“Wait,” Zari cried, “Something is wrong. Sara?”

Sara turned back to the screen in front of her and her eyes widened in horror, “The engines are firing. Jax, shut it down.”

“I can’t,” Jax called back, “It’s…”

His voice cut off as the ship tilted to one side and suddenly shot into the air, Zari let out a cry grabbing onto the console as Sara managed to pull the restraint over her while trying to control the Waverider but there was nothing she could do.

Panic filled her as they were shot into the time stream being tossed around for several minutes before being thrown out again. Sara tried to stop their uncontrolled descent but had no control over the ship at all.

“Everyone hold on,” she screamed over the ship’s comm system, “We’re going to crash!!!”

[readerinsertfanfiction]

NEMO! I just thought of a new date destination 😏😏😏 hehe so to add to my already spam can i pretttty please request a ikevamp date!❤😳☺🥰 hehe so date destination, confectionery/sweet making class☺🥰hehe thank dear! And just a smol reminder you are a wonderful human! ❤hehe hope ya looking after ya self and keeping well🌻🦋

Gotta up your chances to get your man, right?

Also, I gotta say, whenever I roll for you the results suuuuuck I actually feel bad. 😂😂😂

Celebration Event; Blind Dates

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Date Location: Confectionery Class

“Six cups of sugar?” the man repeated, unceremoniously pouring down a full cup into the bowl. Flinching you quickly took the bag out of his hands, deftly folding it close as you handed him back a whisk.

“One is more than enough, just mix it, okay?” you anxiously requested, throwing an eye into the bowl as you tried to see if the ratios were still correct. For all the abilities this infamous author had baking was certainly not one of them, you found, though finding no fault in the bowl you decided not to mention it. Yet.

A regret that would come to you later.

“Trust me luv, I have eaten plenty of cakes! I could perhaps list off the ingredients by taste alone!” Arthur winked, a finger bopping your nose before he started to wildly mix the ingredients together, a slight puff of flour rising up before it finally combined into something that seemed like a smooth batter.

You still doubted him, not entirely sure if the Englishman had read through the recipe, or even looked at it for that matter.

However, when the cake came out of the oven smooth and golden and slightly sweet smelling you were pleasantly surprised, even more so to find that Arthur had made sure that the cake was neither under- nor over-baked.

“See? I told you to trust me,” the man winks as you start to cut the cake, eager to taste it. Lifting up the fork you eagerly bring it to your mouth as you chew down.

The flavour was… unexpected to say the least. A strange mixture of bourbon and vanilla accompanied with a huge volume of…

“Arthur?” you call out, slowly turning back to the cabinet where you had stored the bag of sugar you had taken out of his hands earlier.

“Yes, darling?” the author piques up, already cutting up a slice for himself as he eagerly awaits your review, confidence on his face as deep dark blues glitter into your direction.

The bite you had taken was politely spat out into the bin without his knowledge, but an awry taste remained as you lifted a bag to the counter, opening it to find that instead of sugar there was salt inside. 

“What is wrong, dove? Did I do such a marvellous job that you want me to bake another cake to boast?”

You didn’t have the heart to break the news to the man. 

--- Date20 rolls a (3); Fail

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A Spoonful of Affection - 11

EtsuNe [Etsuya Eizan x Nene Kinokuni] - Nene comes home late. (Family-Fluff because I was in the mood and well I tried

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“And that one...”, Etsuya’s pointer finger hovered over one of the many chemical formulas listed in Shigeo’s book, “...that one reduces-“ “Perceived sweetness, yes I know.” His son interrupted him confidently. “I read about Ziziphin the other day already.”

“You did?” Etsuya raised an eyebrow. Shigeo immediately caught on to the silently spoken challenge and gave a nod as reply. “Yes, the compound is found in the leaves of the jujube and suppresses a tongue’s ability to perceive sweetness, while having no effect on the other taste-receptors.”

“Heh..” Etsuya could not help but to smirk a little. “Correct.”

He then wanted to move his finger to another formula to elaborate on but just then both father and son heard a key opening the door of the apartment.

Nene took a slow step in. Her skin was a little paler than usual, slight shadows had formed underneath her eyes and said eyes seemed to be in danger of falling close any second. Simply put, Nene looked utterly exhausted. And it was even more evident when she opened her mouth and spoke in a weary, soft voice. “Hello...”

“Hi, Mom.” Shigeo greeted her back. Etsuya rather eyed his wife from head to toe before saying. “Good evening, Nene.”

Nene let her hazy gaze sweep across the apartment’s first floor and asked. “Masashi and Kei are upstairs?”

“Yeah.” Etsuya confirmed it. “Masashi is practicing calligraphy and Kei is watching a movie.”

Nene gave a little, understanding nod before looking at her middle son. “And you?”

“Dad’s been teaching me about taste-modifiers.” Shigeo answered. “I see...” Nene murmured, not having enough energy for much else.

She held her head then and began to walk into the direction of the stairs. “I’ll make dinner soon, I just...I think I will just lay down for about 30 minutes, is that okay?”

She did not receive any answer but it didn’t seem like it bothered her.

Once she was on the second floor, Etsuya stood up from the couch, startling Shigeo a little in the process.

“You may know a lot about taste-modifiers in theory but I think you need to gain more understanding on how to put them to use in praxis, Shigeo.” Etsuya said firmly while meeting his confused son’s eyes. “You’ll help me in the kitchen. It’ll help you to get an idea how valuable it is to know the chemical components of the ingredients you’re working with.”

He had already turned around on his way to the kitchen counter when Shigeo exclaimed. “Wait....You’re gonna cook today??! You didn’t say so!”

Shigeo jumped up from the couch as well now and began to follow his father.

But the gears in his little brain were turning regardless over his father’s sudden decision to do the cooking today. Finally, he asked. “Is it because of how tired-”

“Well, we can’t let her cook like that, can we?” Etsuya didn’t let him finish his sentence. A few red tints appeared on his cheeks but he was quick to turn his head away. “Now let’s get going..” He grumbled while beginning to take out the ingredients.

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

I’m Dating You

*Not my Gif*

Request: Could you do a George Weasley x Reader with prompts 23+30 with the reader saying them both to George. Plz and Thx!

Requested by: @iluvharrypotter172

23. “You’re a dork.”

30. “I love you, not them. Just you.”

Post Date: 5-25-19

Paring: George Weasley X Reader

Word Count: 1038

A/N: Guys, two posts in a day might not seem like a big deal to some but like wow... I’m also kind of sick right now so like whoops 😂 anyhoo, like/reblog/comment, you know the deal! Hope you all enjoy!

-Ria

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“I didn’t know she would react like that!” you laugh as you explain to your boyfriend how you managed to get detention again from a failed prank. “George it isn’t funny! McGonagall could’ve given me detention for the rest of the year!” you yell as laughter spilled from your lips, grabbing onto your doubled-over-in-laughter-boyfriend who hasn’t stopped laughing since you started talking. You wiped away the tears in your eyes that had formed from your fit as you tried to control your breathing, making a weird wheezing sound come out instead.

“Y/N, I am so proud of you. You’re like- well you’re like a mini me now, getting detention from your pranks.” You shove him playfully as you start giggling again. You couldn’t even control it, it was just happening.

“You’re a dork.” You say, smiling as you look down at your hands. When you let out a small snort you and George match looks before breaking out in a heavy laughter once again. You didn’t know what time it was but when Fred came over to you two, you knew it was probably time to head to class. You wrapped George’s arm around your shoulders before looking up at him with adoration, him giving you the same look. Walking to class, you stifled any last laughs you had as you walked into the Potions class. Avoiding Snape’s glare at yours and George’s entrance you separate, George sitting with his brother and you sitting with Angelina. During the fast half of the class, you listened intently to Snape’s rambling and exchanging glances with George but when he gave you time to try and make a potion you found yourself carried away with the dumb conversations between Angelina, Lee, and Cedric.

“Ok, you know what Diggory,” you started, turning to face the boy who was boasting about his potion making skills, “Just because you’re so bloody good at potions doesn’t mean I can’t figure this one with out your help, yeah?” you smirk as you face the potions, trying to figure out witch ones to use. Cedric noticed your reluctance to put the ingredients in the cauldron, so he very obviously pointed out the correct ones to you, causing you to blush at your unskillfulness. “Ok fine… so maybe I needed your help. But next time, next time I can do it without you.” you say hands on your hips as Cedric laughs at your confidence.

“Whatever you say Y/L/N, just don’t blow up the classroom again.” He says with a smirk, walking back towards his chair. You scoff as you throw your hands in the air.

“That was one time!”

George had been watching you since you started working, and he didn’t appreciate the way Diggory got close to you as you worked. Cedric was a good man, he knew that, but he also knew you didn’t deserve someone like George, he believed you deserved someone like Cedric. Fred watched as George stopped working only looking at you as he mumbled ‘pretty boy Diggory, trying to steal my girl’.

When class was over, and you finished cleaning your cauldron, your eyes made their way to the twins table, only to see the twin you weren’t dating. Giving him a confused look, you mouthed to him asking where George had gone. When he shrugged his shoulders, you got worried. George and you had always walked back to the common room together, and now he just left you? It didn’t settle right with you. You picked up your bag, throwing over your shoulders as you said goodbye to all your friends, heading towards the Gryffindor common room. Walking past the portrait you immediately spotted the red hair sulking on the couch staring at the fire. When you sat down next to him, pulling your legs underneath you, you couldn’t help the tightening in your chest when you looked at him. He continued to look at the flames when your put your hand on his arm.

“Georgie? Georgie, what’s wrong?” you whisper, shaking his arm to get his attention. He turned to face you and when he did you were even more worried.

“Nothing. Just go back to Diggory, god knows you both are perfect for each other.” He mumbles, his eyes going back to fire. An hour ago, he was fine and after you spent time with Diggory he was upset? It couldn’t have been right.

“Diggory? What does he have to do with anything? You do know I’m dating you right?” you smirk before noticing the look on his face doesn’t change one bit. You scoot closer to him, his shoulder right up against your body as your hand falls into his hair playing with the stands as you pull him close. “You don’t have to worry about Diggory or any other boy, Georgie. I-I’m so sorry I made you doubt this. Doubt us. I love you, not them. Just you.” your voice was barely above a whisper as your forehead fell unto his shoulder, blinking back barely-there tears as you feel him shuffle underneath you.

“You love me?” he asks, pulling your chin up so your faces were mere inches apart. Your words were caught in your throat, that was the first time you said you loved him and you hadn’t even realized. Your glossy eyes had caught his as he pulled your lips into his, you match his movements as he pulls you into his lap, his hands on your waist as yours wrap around his neck. When you pull apart to breathe, your forehead falls onto his, a slight blush creeping onto your face. “I love you, too.” He whispers, his breath quiet and soft as his eyes watch your lips curl into a smile. You give him a quick peck on his lips then his cheek before pushing him back onto the couch, moving both of your bodies so you could lay on his. Your head fall perfectly on his neck as your legs intertwined, arm draped across his body. He leant down to kiss your head before wrapping an arm around your body, pulling you flush onto him. You both fell asleep in a matter of seconds, forgetting about any other boys and their flirting.

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