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sanccharine · 26 days

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i love tzuyu so much too *sobs violently*

no i really needed to get out of slytherin!reader's head, they're always crying wah wah wah (ha ha jokes guys i love them :D)

thanks for clarifying that it is a NON-angsty fic, im glad to have inspired that,,,,lets see if you stick to it >_>

everything forgotten | mgr

hogwarts au

pairing: hufflepuff!tzuyu x slytherin!reader genre: fluff, slice of life word count: 1.1k

warnings: brief descriptions of injuries and fighting

status: ongoing a/n: i deadass wrote this in the last hour and no idk what this is – but hey, bonus content, tzuyu pov, and before the fic starts ! i hope that means something to someone :]

Tzuyu would be lying if she said she never noticed you.

She definitely has noticed you.

You were kind of hard to miss.

Tzuyu often crossed paths with you, same year and all, though you were often seated at the very back. Sometimes sleeping, sometimes throwing parchment at your friends, but all times irritating the professor. Tzuyu kind of envied you in that sense, to be so free in class, to be so real—you just took everything in stride, as it came. But when something pushed back, and stopped you even, you found a way to fight back. And you often did fight, that is… and often, Tzuyu didn’t know what to make of it.

There’s not a single soul on the grounds that hasn’t heard the rumours. Some of them were beyond wild and she guessed had been exaggerated quite a bit as they made their rounds. But at the same time, she’s seen what you can do.

Quidditch always confused her so she never bothered showing up to games. Though it got her some head-shaking from friends and teachers alike, she was only ever seated when her friend had dragged her or was playing. And even then, Tzuyu left when she found herself getting bored. Tzuyu has heard about how well you play. Perhaps, she’s seen you play, but if she has, Tzuyu definitely doesn’t remember it.

Though, she does remember seeing you fight.

Tzuyu had just been made prefect earlier that year. No one in the school was surprised when she arrived wearing that badge. Fifth-year prefect to seventh-year head girl, that was the only path for Chou Tzuyu. That much was obvious.

Tzuyu was sensible as she was amiable in her start as a prefect. She patrolled the hallways, carefully watched over the first years, reported misconduct, and if necessary, revoked house points and handed out detentions. She did everything that needed to be done. People were quick to fall in line, literally and figuratively, no one really tested her power. Maybe people had their complaints and missives, but it was not something that ever took up space in Tzuyu’s mind.

Which is why she can’t, for the life of her, answer her own question as to why she shrugged off your behaviour.

It had been a particularly cold night, snow hadn’t settled in yet but the wind was biting and Tzuyu was bundled in layers as she made her round for the evening. She was supposed to meet Gahyeon at the prefect’s bathroom before they headed to their respective dorms. It was supposed to be a harmless round, quiet grounds, empty halls, and silent corridors with only ghosts and paintings whispering.

But then she’d heard a grunt, like some had been shoved into a wall.

And when Tzuyu turned, her wand already in hand, she could just about see a silhouette of someone.

A face she was drawn to instantly under the flickering candlelight.

You had your elbow pressed into someone’s neck, your own strained as you whispered something to them. Tzuyu pushed herself to a nearby wall, raising her wand, a spell on her lips when someone new shoved you aside. They weren’t too successful, seeing as you only stumbled back when they had tried to push you down. Your original victim seemed to take a step back, while he let his friend take care of you. The friend tried again, arms stretched out, not that he had any luck.

When he came at you, all flailing limbs and uncoordinated steps, you quickly dodged and tripped him over. Once again, you set your sights on your original victim, and once again, he was pushed to the wall as you mumbled something to him.

When your victim nodded, you let them go, and shaking, he scrambled back. You turned to the friend, your line of sight exactly where Tzuyu was hidden in the dark but you never noticed her. You said something to them, you pointed fingers and jabbed at their chest as they just took more steps back. And then, they finally scrambled away altogether.

And when they were gone, Tzuyu watched your whole body sag. You lost inches of your height as you let out a groan, something like a sob and whine mixed together. Tzuyu frowned as you rubbed your palm over your face over and over as if to rub away the exhaustion but seemed to keep failing. With one last sigh, you turned and walked back the other way.

It was definitely not the way to your dorm.

But Tzuyu, surprising herself, decided not to follow you that night.

Or report what she’d seen the next morning.

Instead, Tzuyu opted to watch you instead. She tried to be unassuming, she really did, but it was hard to be curious when your line of interest is many many seats behind you.

When you entered the first class of the day, you looked like shit. Tzuyu doubted you slept that night, what with your sunken eyes and empty hands. When the teacher asked about your books, you just grunted and made your way past Tzuyu and down the aisle. The teacher mumbled his frustration before addressing the class.

Tzuyu kept glancing at you as much as her peripheral vision would let her, though she could barely see you.

In the end, her curiosity, random as it was, got the best of her and she turned.

Her field of vision was empty, no one else had taken their seats and you sat right behind her at the very end.

The problem was that you were already watching her. Tzuyu didn’t understand the expression you wore, mostly because half your face was covered by your palm. Your hand held the weight of your head as you tried not to fall face forward into the desk.

For a moment the pair of you just stared at the other, studying, sizing each other up.

Tzuyu wondered if you knew she’d seen you injure someone.

Did you injure someone?

What had she seen?

It was two against one.

And you seemed to defend yourself.

But you also seemed to be the stronger of the three.

And your victims seemed quite scared.

And they might have been injured by you—

As if reading her mind, you unclasped your fingers to send her something like a wave. And just barely, she could see the discolouration by your chin.

Tzuyu might not look like it, what with how she trained her face to stay as neutral as possible, but she was confused. Or afraid? Or lost? She couldn’t tell.

Tzuyu did the next best thing and gave you the most imperceptible of nods.

She didn’t wait to see if you acknowledged it, or smiled back, she turned away instantly. She’d spent the better part of last night and this morning staring at you. Thinking about you. You’d taken enough of her time already.

Besides, it's not like she ever escaped the question.

Even when you did get found of being involved in a fight after hours and landed detention.

She kept asking herself.

Why did she not report you?

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: i have no idea what this is, have a good day/night everyone !

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sanccharine · 26 days

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ignore the dead body JKDSHFKJDS

no but seriously i had so much fun writing it, came out pretty well and idek fully what it is. thanks for this katie, ily <3

when you're not around | ju

pairing: ???!jiu x ???!reader genre: angst word count: 0.8k

warnings: mentions of dead body, blood, smoking

summary:

a/n: wrote this in the last hour, idk what this is but it was fun to write :] also thanks @eternallyghosting for jumping on to check at lightning speed, also i will add a banner and summary when i can, when im not lazy,,,if i remember lol

The sigh you release was a deep one. It arrived from somewhere deep in your stomach, carrying all the tension in your back and up your spine until it escaped out of your throat. It filled up your lungs with that stuffy feeling, as if they were already pushing at your rib cage, unable to expand anymore. Not that this body was ever a problem.

When you opened your eyes, you took in your surroundings. Even so high up in the apartment complex situated in the middle of the city, this home was depressing. It was barely homely.

Blank walls.

Empty shelves.

Ugly couch.

Dead body.

You shouldn’t have come here.

Just as you were about to release another shaky sigh, something white caught your sight.

Curtains by the balcony, beside the glass door you’d opened to come in, ruffled as the wind picked up.

It wasn’t a windy day…

Stepping over the body, you fished for your cigarette pack in your pocket. The pack was feather-light with only one last cigarette left. You don’t even know why you smoke these. You’ll have to get more later.

You stepped out into the balcony just as your two-fingered hold of the cigarette stopped by your lips.

“Humans say smoking is bad,” she says as a greeting. Her voice feeble with her back to you.

“Do they?” you asked, voice just as feeble, delicate even, but from unuse. Humming, you throw a glance at the body in the home before taking your place next to her.

Not right next to her. Not too far away from her. More near the balcony and her atop the railing. But she was only an arm’s length away, just enough so you wouldn’t reach out to her… just enough that she could… if she wanted to.

Plopping the cigarette between your lips, you patted your jacket pockets to find your lighter.

Just when you located it, you halted.

Minji’s index finger hooked underneath your chin, tilting your head up. A touch so soft, so gentle, it took all of your restraint to not lean into her warmth, to turn and witness her in all of her divinity.

You didn’t move. You didn’t, not even when the pad of her thumb followed a line from your cheek to your lips. Even the smallest of her touches was heady, warmth transforming into a blaze and boiling your blood.

“It really is a bad habit,” she said softly.

And when you let out a shaky sigh, her nail grazed your bottom lip, setting alight the cigarette for you.

Barely in your hold, the cigarette tipped and instantly ignited completely. Only minute flecks of glowing embers and the stubborn odour of smoke left in its wake.

Minji drew her hand back and resumed its position on the railing.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you said, finally looking at her.

Minji was dressed in an ivory frock—lightweight and shoulderless, flowing and swaying as she swung her legs. You couldn’t tell what fabric it was, but it was inviting, tempting to run your hand and feel its softness between your fingertips. Even in the moonless night, she was shining, that inescapable warmth of hers. That glow she radiated, lighting a giddiness in you, in everyone, whoever had the fortune or misfortune of basking in her presence. That warmth draws you in, pulling you closer until it is too late to realize that you’ve flown too close, until you’re burning alive. Her features are soft, subdued. The picture perfect image of innocence. Angelic.

“And you shouldn’t either,” she retaliated, though there was no fight to her tone. To her, this was just any other conversation.

“So what, you’re keeping an eye on me now?” you asked and folded your arms, pushing further away from her.

“I don’t know,” Minji confessed, her eyes on the ant-sized cars many many floors down. You wondered if she was tempted to just tip over, attempt a wingless flight. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Don’t you have to go report this now?” you ask with no malice in your tone. “Is this the report—?”

“What are you doing here,” Minji finally looked at you, then glanced at the body, then back to you, “really?”

“What I was ordered to do—”

“This is not your job—”

“Well, it falls under the description, doesn’t it—”

“Are you doing this—

“No, I’m not doing this because of you, Minji!” Your words came out in a rush, heavy with finality. Scrunching your eyes again, you located the tension growing up your chest. You let out another shaky sigh. “I do what I’m told, and you do what you’re told. That’s how we work, right?”

She stayed silent. Her face bore nothing of the turmoil you knew was swirling in her mind. That’s how she’d fooled you for the longest time, how she’d pulled you into her burning embrace.

“I will have to report this.”

“Right,” you nodded and turned back into the home, leaving Minji seated on the balcony railing.

The last thing you heard was the wind again, the only sign of her surreptitious arrival and exit.

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: what does everyone think they are, no wrong answers :] hope everyone has a good day/night !

taglist: @someone-who-likes-broccoli

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sanccharine · 26 days

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ding ding ding ! correct answer !

when you're not around | ju

pairing: ???!jiu x ???!reader genre: angst word count: 0.8k

warnings: mentions of dead body, blood, smoking

summary:

When you opened your eyes, you took in your surroundings. Even so high up in the apartment complex situated in the middle of the city, this home was depressing. It was barely homely.

Blank walls.

Empty shelves.

Ugly couch.

Dead body.

You shouldn’t have come here.

Just as you were about to release another shaky sigh, something white caught your sight.

Curtains by the balcony, beside the glass door you’d opened to come in, ruffled as the wind picked up.

It wasn’t a windy day…

You stepped out into the balcony just as your two-fingered hold of the cigarette stopped by your lips.

“Humans say smoking is bad,” she says as a greeting. Her voice feeble with her back to you.

“Do they?” you asked, voice just as feeble, delicate even, but from unuse. Humming, you throw a glance at the body in the home before taking your place next to her.

Plopping the cigarette between your lips, you patted your jacket pockets to find your lighter.

Just when you located it, you halted.

“It really is a bad habit,” she said softly.

And when you let out a shaky sigh, her nail grazed your bottom lip, setting alight the cigarette for you.

Barely in your hold, the cigarette tipped and instantly ignited completely. Only minute flecks of glowing embers and the stubborn odour of smoke left in its wake.

Minji drew her hand back and resumed its position on the railing.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you said, finally looking at her.

“And you shouldn’t either,” she retaliated, though there was no fight to her tone. To her, this was just any other conversation.

“So what, you’re keeping an eye on me now?” you asked and folded your arms, pushing further away from her.

“Don’t you have to go report this now?” you ask with no malice in your tone. “Is this the report—?”

“What are you doing here,” Minji finally looked at you, then glanced at the body, then back to you, “really?”

“What I was ordered to do—”

“This is not your job—”

“Well, it falls under the description, doesn’t it—”

“Are you doing this—

She stayed silent. Her face bore nothing of the turmoil you knew was swirling in her mind. That’s how she’d fooled you for the longest time, how she’d pulled you into her burning embrace.

“I will have to report this.”

“Right,” you nodded and turned back into the home, leaving Minji seated on the balcony railing.

The last thing you heard was the wind again, the only sign of her surreptitious arrival and exit.

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: what does everyone think they are, no wrong answers :] hope everyone has a good day/night !

taglist: @someone-who-likes-broccoli

#indigo :]#eternallyghosting :]#mala reblogs

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sanccharine · 26 days

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send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

hello anon ? how am i supposed to send this to you first ?? you're pretty awesome !

but thank you, this is sweet of you ;-;

#mala's asks #thanks anon :]

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sanccharine · 26 days

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happy aprils fools !!

no but this is actually real lol

HKSDJHF sorry i'll make a proper post when im not dead tired, but this is so !!! thanks for 400 (+1) followers, i don't even know what to say (or do for it ;-;)

#mala mutters #400 milestone !!!!

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sanccharine · 29 days

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when you're not around | ju

pairing: ???!jiu x ???!reader genre: angst word count: 0.8k

warnings: mentions of dead body, blood, smoking

summary:

When you opened your eyes, you took in your surroundings. Even so high up in the apartment complex situated in the middle of the city, this home was depressing. It was barely homely.

Blank walls.

Empty shelves.

Ugly couch.

Dead body.

You shouldn’t have come here.

Just as you were about to release another shaky sigh, something white caught your sight.

Curtains by the balcony, beside the glass door you’d opened to come in, ruffled as the wind picked up.

It wasn’t a windy day…

You stepped out into the balcony just as your two-fingered hold of the cigarette stopped by your lips.

“Humans say smoking is bad,” she says as a greeting. Her voice feeble with her back to you.

“Do they?” you asked, voice just as feeble, delicate even, but from unuse. Humming, you throw a glance at the body in the home before taking your place next to her.

Plopping the cigarette between your lips, you patted your jacket pockets to find your lighter.

Just when you located it, you halted.

“It really is a bad habit,” she said softly.

And when you let out a shaky sigh, her nail grazed your bottom lip, setting alight the cigarette for you.

Barely in your hold, the cigarette tipped and instantly ignited completely. Only minute flecks of glowing embers and the stubborn odour of smoke left in its wake.

Minji drew her hand back and resumed its position on the railing.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you said, finally looking at her.

“And you shouldn’t either,” she retaliated, though there was no fight to her tone. To her, this was just any other conversation.

“So what, you’re keeping an eye on me now?” you asked and folded your arms, pushing further away from her.

“Don’t you have to go report this now?” you ask with no malice in your tone. “Is this the report—?”

“What are you doing here,” Minji finally looked at you, then glanced at the body, then back to you, “really?”

“What I was ordered to do—”

“This is not your job—”

“Well, it falls under the description, doesn’t it—”

“Are you doing this—

She stayed silent. Her face bore nothing of the turmoil you knew was swirling in her mind. That’s how she’d fooled you for the longest time, how she’d pulled you into her burning embrace.

“I will have to report this.”

“Right,” you nodded and turned back into the home, leaving Minji seated on the balcony railing.

The last thing you heard was the wind again, the only sign of her surreptitious arrival and exit.

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: what does everyone think they are, no wrong answers :] hope everyone has a good day/night !

taglist: @someone-who-likes-broccoli

#mala's collection #sanccharine #jiu x reader #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher angst #jiu angst #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher imagines #jiu imagines #when you're not around

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sanccharine · 29 days

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good work chidi

i have a fic to post (nothing big just like 800 words) but idk which idol to shove in cries

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i have a fic to post (nothing big just like 800 words) but idk which idol to shove in cries

#mala mutters

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everything forgotten | mgr

hogwarts au

pairing: hufflepuff!tzuyu x slytherin!reader genre: fluff, slice of life word count: 1.1k

warnings: brief descriptions of injuries and fighting

status: ongoing a/n: i deadass wrote this in the last hour and no idk what this is – but hey, bonus content, tzuyu pov, and before the fic starts ! i hope that means something to someone :]

Tzuyu would be lying if she said she never noticed you.

She definitely has noticed you.

You were kind of hard to miss.

Though, she does remember seeing you fight.

Which is why she can’t, for the life of her, answer her own question as to why she shrugged off your behaviour.

But then she’d heard a grunt, like some had been shoved into a wall.

And when Tzuyu turned, her wand already in hand, she could just about see a silhouette of someone.

A face she was drawn to instantly under the flickering candlelight.

It was definitely not the way to your dorm.

But Tzuyu, surprising herself, decided not to follow you that night.

Or report what she’d seen the next morning.

Instead, Tzuyu opted to watch you instead. She tried to be unassuming, she really did, but it was hard to be curious when your line of interest is many many seats behind you.

Tzuyu kept glancing at you as much as her peripheral vision would let her, though she could barely see you.

In the end, her curiosity, random as it was, got the best of her and she turned.

Her field of vision was empty, no one else had taken their seats and you sat right behind her at the very end.

For a moment the pair of you just stared at the other, studying, sizing each other up.

Tzuyu wondered if you knew she’d seen you injure someone.

Did you injure someone?

What had she seen?

It was two against one.

And you seemed to defend yourself.

But you also seemed to be the stronger of the three.

And your victims seemed quite scared.

And they might have been injured by you—

As if reading her mind, you unclasped your fingers to send her something like a wave. And just barely, she could see the discolouration by your chin.

Tzuyu might not look like it, what with how she trained her face to stay as neutral as possible, but she was confused. Or afraid? Or lost? She couldn’t tell.

Tzuyu did the next best thing and gave you the most imperceptible of nods.

Besides, it's not like she ever escaped the question.

Even when you did get found of being involved in a fight after hours and landed detention.

She kept asking herself.

Why did she not report you?

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: i have no idea what this is, have a good day/night everyone !

taglist: @someone-who-likes-broccoli @tatliegilim @nanabongos

send an ask to be added !

#mishaps gone right #mala's collection #sanccharine #tzuyu x reader #twice x reader #twice fluff #tzuyu fluff #jype twice #twice imagine #tzuyu imagines

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sanccharine · 1 month

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breaking down into sobs actually

ties that bind ; nanami kento ; series masterlist.

pairing ; nanami kento x reader series synopsis ; a collection of drabbles for nanami and the love of his life. themes ; fluff, slice of life, mild angst, neighbors, marriage, pregnancy, parents warnings specified on each drabble! a/n ; this series will be disregarding the shibuya incident and act as a fix-it, slice of life fanfic :) there's not nearly enough fluff in this fandom fr

main masterlist.

11th october, 2015. a new home should be danced in.

23rd september, 2018. don't feed ducks bread!

4th november, 2018. it's movie night—bring your own tissues!

28th november, 2018. nanami worries over becoming a dad despite already being a brilliant father figure to the students.

more coming soon!

#you're insanely fast man #ichorai :]#murai :]

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sanccharine · 1 month

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hi hello, im back tho i was never really gone

life update: uni has been keeping me very busy, final year things, thus i've barely written

so this is a, i will be jumping in and out, won't be as present note

that being said i tend to write when im super stressed so lets see. i know this year is going to kick my ass so maybe y'all might get a decent fic out of it <33

apart from that hope everyone is doing well :]

#i will commit arson if i don't get greater than 85%#mala mutters

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sanccharine · 1 month

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Is it ' not nice' To ask someone for their ig on tumblr... especially when they're anonymous?

idk about 'not nice' its just kind of random ? i can't speak for everyone but usually i go tumblr > discord > ig bc i'd like to get to know someone before ig but yeah, when you're anonymous and then suddenly not its kinda awkward ?

#mala's asks #thanks anon :]

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sanccharine · 2 months

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i love twice so much ;-;

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sanccharine · 2 months

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Is tzuyu taller than reader in mishaps gone right

that is such a great question !

yes and no. so in the initial draft, i wrote for reader to be much taller and much bigger than tzuyu, mostly bc being a beater isn't easy. but considering this is a reader fic, i tried to remove all descriptions as much as possible. for me though, i see them standing eye to eye.

that being said, i am curious as to what brought on this question. if you have found something that clearly describes reader, please let me know so i can change it or at least add it to the warnings !

#i should probably go through and check for this again #mala's asks #thanks anon :]

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sanccharine · 2 months

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12 | what the fuck was that?

hogwarts au

pairing: hufflepuff!tzuyu x slytherin!reader genre: fluff, slice of life word count: 2.7k

warnings: brief descriptions of injuries, swearing, and lots of quidditch ·_·

summary: whether on the field or during class, you never shied away from trouble. and in your sixth year, trouble seemed to follow you like a shadow, though you couldn’t complain. especially when that series of misfortunes led you to the transfiguration prodigy, chou tzuyu. includes: red velvet’s yeri, txt’s yeonjun and soobin, viviz’s sinb, loona’s olivia hye, and le sserafim's yunjin

status: ongoing a/n: hi hi, we're back after like two months and there's not a single thought of tzuyu i fear, ha ha ha, read it and weep <3 also @eternallyghosting here you go

masterlist | chapter 11 | chapter 13

You stared at your hands. Your broom in your right, still. Your bat in your left, shaking.

There was no room for you to fuck up.

More disoriented than ever, you ran out of the changing room. Eunbi had already disappeared down the corridors. The further you jogged, the louder the shouts became. A collective mass of students and teachers, yelling at the top of their lungs, to start the first Quidditch match of the year.

Silently and slightly out of breath, you found the empty space behind Yeri, saved for you in the line-up. The Gryffindor team kept stealing glances at you, though you didn’t have it in you to take part in playful banter. It seemed like no one in your team felt that way. Just as you were about to ask Yeri about what Eunbi revealed in private, the referee blew the whistle. Both teams mounted their brooms and filed out. For the first time that day, you didn’t think and let instinct take over.

Right hand effortlessly steering your broom, you followed your team. While the commentator rambled about the game and introduced the teams, it was customary for players to do a round—permissible showboating. It might be hard to believe, but you really weren’t one to show off, at least not at this stage, though you can’t lie, you did like the attention… sometimes. Often, you’d throw a smile or two, maybe taunt the other team, or go handless when your name is called.

Today, you did none of that.

The referee reminded you of the rules and fouls, picking out specific members and reminding them of past mistakes while the commentator kept the audience busy. None of it filtered in apart from the raucous crowd, an overwhelming static clouding your mind.

You were squinting at the referee when a deep sigh came from your right.

Just as you turned to Yeonjun, a voice filtered in.

“Then we have one-half of the infamous Slytherin duo…” the commentator dwindled into a mumble towards the end, “ah, found it! Kang Yein!”

Kang Yein? Who is Kang Yein?

Confused, you turned around to see the commentator’s booth. The first thing you noticed was the yellow and black scarf engulfing the face of a boy you sort of recognized. Glasses and striking black hair, you knew him, of course, you did, he hung around with Yeonjun sometimes. But you couldn’t place a name.

“Did he just…?”

You barely finished the question when Yeri answered. “Yeah, that’s me. I’m Kang Yein.”

When you turned back around, you and Yeri shared a look.

“And the other half of that duo…”

Whatever he said was a name alright, just not yours. Though, he did get your last name right. Of course, he did. It was a well-known title. There was no messing that up.

You threw another glare over your shoulder. The commentator pushed his glasses up as he fumbled over his flashcards. Who let this kid do this job?

“Cut him some slack,” Yeonjun said as if he read your mind and your attention was on him. He was facing ahead, pretending to nod along to the referee, but speaking to you from the side of his mouth. “Soobin’s new to this, he’s just nervous.”

Soobin. That was his name.

“Oh, this is my best friend! Choi Yeonjun, my brother, my partner in crime,” you sent an unamused look to Yeonjun while he just hung his head. “Slytherin’s beloved keeper.”

“But I’m the keeper,” Yunjin said from down the line, but Yeonjun just let out another deep sigh.

You decided it’s best to forget that this Soobin person existed.

Once the referee blew their whistle, the teams split as the members took their positions. The crowd erupted once more.

You closely followed Yeri. You were doing pretty well, that is, if you could ignore the way your left hand convulsed, so much more violent than any time before.

“Did you know?” you shouted over the wind, your eyes flitting between your batting hand and the field around you.

“Did I know what?” Yeri yelled back.

You had a few seconds before the game started, you quickly sidled up to Yeri so you didn’t have to keep shouting.

“That Eunbi kicked Hyukwoo out?” you asked, eyes now on the field. The referee was speaking to the two captains of the teams.

Yeri, who’d been leaning down to ready herself, pulled a face. “What?” she asked, dead-focused on the referee. Ready to fly away at any given moment. “She really did it?”

“Yeah, she just said—wait, hold on, you knew?” you trained your gaze on your friend and tried not to glance at her batting hand, still at her will.

Yeri shrugged. “I mean, she mentioned it. I didn’t think she’d actually do it.”

“And you didn’t think to tell her that we don’t have other substitutes?” you exclaimed. “I know we don’t like Hyukwoo, but we don’t have any beaters now and if—”

“Substitutes? What substitutes?” Yeri squinted as she shook her head as if she was trying to get rid of flies around her. “We don’t need substitutes.”

“Yeri, are you serious right now?” At your tone, Yeri finally turned to look at you. Yeri gulped when you turned to show her your left hand, shoulder down, it was trembling. You asked again. “Are you serious?”

A light flashed across Yeri’s eyes. She didn’t appreciate your tone, but she gulped the emotion down when she glanced again at your hand. She understood where you came from, she really did.

“Well, tough,” you had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from saying something you regretted. You also understood where she was coming from. Sometimes the worst thing is that your friends just know you better. “We’re the only beaters now, then. Don’t think too hard about it.”

You couldn’t even get a word in when the whistle blew. Couldn’t even catch the devilish grin she’d sent you because, in an instant, Yeri vanished from your side.

“And the game begins!"

Chasers and bludgers. Bludgers and chasers. That was where your attention was supposed to be.

Your eyes were roving the arena, dead-set on finding them. From corner to corner, the excited crowd is a blurry mass of flailing hands and team colours. Skies blue, field green and brown, golden rings and colourful banners. Everything filtered in.

It was concerning how blurry your vision was. You were moving. Your teammates were moving. The bludgers were moving. Yet, none of it registered.

Eunbi was nowhere in sight. Though that shouldn't be a concern, she’d asked to keep chasers in mind.

Chasers and bludgers. Bludgers and chasers.

“What are they doing?”

Why couldn’t you focus?

“Are they alright—Is this what they’re supposed to do? No, right?”

Your head snapped to the commentator booth. You couldn’t see him, Soobin was only a fuzzy mess of yellow and black, but you did hear him choke on his own spit.

“Sorry!”

He was right, though. What were you doing?

The static in your head seemed to grow louder than the buzz of the crowd. Light melted in until your vision was white. You were in the air, but you weren’t moving. Floating in place, in the middle of the game. Useless.

You reminded yourself, that you didn’t have room to mess up. You simply couldn’t.

But how could you do anything when your own hand fought against you.

On the verge of dropping your bat, on the verge of dropping to the ground yourself, you scrunch your eyes shut. A pain at your temple blooming as the static grew louder. Almost as loud as the beating of your heart, deafening in your ears.

But then, you heard it. A singular sound. That familiar crack.

Your broom was already turning—already moving—towards the sound as you opened your eyes. A bludger headed straight for Olivia.

Olivia, blind to it.

The bludger, a ball on a mission.

And you, ignoring your hand.

All three were flying at unimaginable speeds.

You couldn’t tell if the screaming crowd was the result of your eventual collision or for something else in the field. You didn’t have the mind to think about that. Instead, you did what you did best. You did something stupid and put yourself right before the ball, ready to take the hit if your shaking bat raised to defend didn’t.

But then, you did.

Defend, that is.

Sort of.

The bludger hit your bat.

Except it didn’t defend it at all. Instead, the ball pushed right through you, merely slowing down the ball.

It was as if the whole game stopped. Your hand thrummed with the effect. How your wrist hadn’t snapped all over again, you didn’t know? Somehow, your arm, in its jelly-like state, was still attached to your socket.

“What the fuck was that?”

No, because what the fuck was that?

In slow motion and with much horror, you watched the ball head straight towards your teammate. Olivia, still oblivious, was ready to pass the ball, her flight slowing automatically to get the aim right. Maybe the hit wouldn’t be fatal, but it would still injure her pretty badly.

Your eyes were burning. So was your throat.

The sound hadn’t registered then, but you were screaming Olivia’s name.

Unfortunately, she turned, more startled by your scream in the middle of a game than anything.

If your failure played back at a snail’s pace, replaying second by second. Then, Yeri’s success was lightning, blink and you’d miss it.

And you did miss it.

You didn’t know where she came from. Or how she came to be there. Or even where she’d gone afterwards. All you heard was that crack, deafening and proud. A bludger successfully being defended by a beater’s bat.

“Oh, did you look at that? That was so cool!—Wait, that’s—”

“It happens.”

You jerked to the side when Eunbi appeared out of thin air, her eyes on Yeri as she did both of your jobs as one player.

“Try again,” was all your captain said before zipping away. Within a matter of seconds, you lost sight of her.

So, you did. And tried again.

You followed that crack. Much closer to you this time around. That was good, you were so fast, this is really good.

Within moments, you were at arm's length of defending the bludger. Though, the second your left arm swung out, your confidence seemed to plummet.

Much like before, your hit was bad. But unlike before, you managed to stop the ball from hitting your teammate. The only thing was you hit the ball towards the ground.

You questioned if you should follow it, bring it back up, maybe try to strike a chaser. But your aim has been so off, and your strength is non-existent, you doubted you could hit an opposing teammate, or worse, what if you hit one of your own?

But then, very much like before, Yeri flashed in your sight out of nowhere. And in a single clean arch, she thwacked the ball right back into a Gryffindor chaser, their broom careening to the side, making them drop the quaffle. Only for Yeonjun to swoop in to catch the ball for himself.

This time around, Yeri paused to look at you. Not long enough to catch exactly what she was thinking but enough to know what she had in mind.

You nodded. You hoped you both had the same idea.

The next time you heard a bludger, you flew in blind. You swung blind too. Mustering any and all strength you had to deflect the bludger. And it worked!

And right on your tail, was Yeri, ready to aim it at a player.

It was tiring. Constantly speeding.

But it wasn’t as tiring as it was confusing for the opposing team.

None of your hits had any bite to them, not to mention, they lacked any aim altogether. Players, the disadvantage being your teammates included, scattered like flock the second you hit a bludger. They were fearful your shoddy aim would find a target on their back. It was disorienting enough that it bought you time—bought Yeri time to zip in and zip out, a clean hit at a random player.

And when your aim sent the bludger sky high, the crowd laughed. And when Yeri’s deadly aim shattered a broom in half, the crowd gasped.

The referee blew the whistle, either a change in broom or a change in player was needed. Regardless, you had a few minutes of respite. Inhaling a deep breath, you chanced a glance at Yeri, tilting your neck all the way to see her flying leagues above you.

She was grinning like a mad woman, eyes alight, positively buzzing with adrenaline. And when she found you staring, her grin only widened, you didn’t know that was possible.

You met her halfway when she exclaimed. “Good plan!”

She shouted, before heaving a breath. Both of you were struggling to maintain composure, any more second of this break and you were sure the pair of you would drop like flies.

You could only nod.

“Keep doing it,” Yeri nodded, before gulping in another breath. “I’ll find you.”

You nodded again when the whistle sounded off.

Taking your position, you were a little bit more confident this time around.

It just so happens that people got wind of your tactic. Players no longer scattered, their attention was attuned to Yeri, ready to dodge the moment she hit. Plus, both the Gryffindor beaters had their eyes on her too. And it definitely didn’t help that she was slowing down. Yeri was too busy defending herself to attack anyone. And you were getting sick of it.

Without thinking, you headed straight towards your chaser, a stray bludger near you while Yeri was busy. Your best friend was too far to catch it after you failed. It was all on you.

You didn’t think about who the chaser was.

You didn’t think about where Yeri was.

You didn’t think about your arm.

You swung the bat, with all your might.

A deafening crack popped your ears.

“Did you—Did you see that?! Oh my—Oh, wait!”

And then Soobin squealed. Like properly. We’re talking at a decibel only dolphins can reach. You wouldn’t have paid him any mind if he hadn’t sounded so ridiculous. You wouldn’t have paid him mind because you were watching your bludger find a Gryffindor chaser.

Soobin exclaimed something else, though it got drowned out by the crowd. Their cheers.

And then they gasped because your hit had been deflected.

But it didn’t matter. You were finally playing the game.

Grinning, you tried to find Yeri. She was easy to spot since she was waving her bat in circles as she leaned down.

Switch back to usual tactics is what she signed.

Finally confident, you leaned down on your broom as well.

You were playing well. Perhaps, the best you’ve played all week.

However, you couldn’t ignore the small voice of doubt in the back of your mind. One that pointed out that your hits were constantly being deflected. That they were weak.

It was as if your mind were split into two, warring against each other. Were you to rejoice at the fact you were playing, finally playing? Or worry about the fact that you were barely attacking the other team?

Of course, there was a third, smaller part of your mind wondering where the seekers were. After that first hit of yours, Eunbi made herself scarce. From time to time, you’d see something jet past, a green blur just to know it was her.

Good or not, playing or not, it was evident that you were tiring out. You were one hit away from succumbing to exhaustion.

Where was Eunbi when you needed her?

You didn't answer the question. A bludger was on its way.

They hadn’t hit it yet, but from the way both Gryffindor beaters angled themself, you could guess what was about to happen. They were gunning for Yunjin.

It didn’t really compute. Honestly.

Even if it did, you doubt you could make sense of any of it over Soobin’s screaming.

Wind thrashing against your uniform.

Your broom whistling as it sped.

Yunjin’s horrified expression, at you or the bludger, you weren’t sure.

The only thing you knew for sure was that you swung your bat. Hard.

With both hands.

Then, you tipped.

And then, you were falling.

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Demon! Dreamcatcher - Giving You A Helping Hand

a/n: i wrote this to help me with my dami b-day fic... so spoilers for that, perhaps? (this has nothing to do with the fic, i just had brain rot from my own idea... and wrote this instead of the fic 🤦‍♀️) I'll get back to requests and that fic eventually, I hope. 🫠

tw: lots of blood and gore for headcannons, demon eats human, the same human gets brutally murdered again and again, my opinions about what sin each girl represents, someone spits on a dead body, lots of death, DC are murder wives (literally)

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Prompt - okay, this was pathetic. You couldn't even fight off one person who sent a right hook into your jaw. You didn't want to call her since she'll probably kill the person in front of you, but they started it by pulling out a switchblade.

Yeah, pleasantries went out the door a long time ago. Fuck, this was a bad idea.

Yet you still summon your girlfriend to your side.

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• Your girlfriend didn't have the most elegant summoning pose - she was in the middle of biting an invisible dish.

JiU - Demon of Gluttony

• Annoyed, she turns to you before smiling and going to greet you...

• -before she notices the small cut on your face.

• Her head snaps to the other direction, noticing the other person who looks terrified at Minji's sudden change in demeanor.

• "I've always wondered what human meat tastes like."

• She lunges and tackles the person to the ground, and you close your eyes as blood and guts fly everywhere

• Not a bit of human flesh lands on you before Minji calls your name.

• You open your eyes to see her wiping her face of blood (as if her clothes and hands aren't soaked in the color red).

SuA - Demon of Pride

• "C'mon, my dear, I've still got leftovers back in hell. Shall we enjoy them together?"

• She's happy you called her - why wouldn't you call the best demon girlfriend to assist you?

• Oh, someone's bothering you? SuA simply opens a portal to hell behind the person and nonchalantly flings them into the portal.

• "Don't worry, babe, I won't touch them. Cerberus will tear them to pieces. :)"

• You forget how terrifying (and hot) she is at times.

• SuA, without dropping her smile, approaches you and gently places her hand on your cheek.

• With a bit of mischievous demon magic, the cut on your face is healed without a scar to be seen.

• She grabs your hand and drags you to a nearby bar.

Siyeon - Demon of Lust

• "Let's go have fun and forget about that miserable person, baby. Doesn't that sound like a much better way to end the night?"

• Your girlfriend drips charisma as she appears in a brilliant display of pink smoke.

• Her eyes glance between the two of you as a wicked smile appears on her face.

• "Well, what do we have here?"

• Siyeon corners your opponent and pins them to a wall with one of her hands as the other strokes their face.

• "You're going to regret ever touching them, you wretched little thing." Her voice drips venom as your attacker's face changes from pleasure to fear.

• The darkness of the night hides the gorey scene as Siyeon, in a brutal display of power, rips every body part from the other person.

• Once she's done, with a snap of her fingers, the blood on her, the ground, and the cut on your face are completely gone.

Handong - Demon of Wrath

• "Now we can enjoy the night together without any disturbances, right?"

• There's no warning after you summon Handong. She simply goes into attack mode after spotting the other person.

• They scream in terror and pain, but she simply scoffs at them

• "Should've thought about that before you punched them, huh?"

• Of course she knows about that, your girlfriend knows about every time someone wrongs you so she can correct things in your favor.

• With nothing but her hands, she's literally ripped them to shreds in what must be a world record.

• "Didn't even put up a fight." She rolls her eyes before landing another punch to their body. "Tsk, what a shame."

• You're the one who has to pull her off of them, with a gentle reminder that the other person was dead a long time ago.

• "I want to make sure that there's no chance that resurrection can happen, my dear." She hisses before spitting on the body.

Yoohyeon - Demon of Greed

• She's not always like this, you swear.

• "Hey, I was busy planning another bank robbery that would be totally foolproof! What are you-"

• She pauses as she looks at you and then the other person.

• "Well, you'll work as bait for Cerberus so SuA doesn't interfere in my plans."

• She snaps her fingers and the other person disappears, but you swear you can hear them scream in the background as you talk to Yooh.

• "They'll have a quick death, I promise!" She squeezes your hands as you nod and agree.

• In her hand, she offers you a bandaid. When you go to grab it, however, she snatches the bandaid away from your grasp.

• "Let me do it, babe!" She whines before opening up the bandaid. "It's the least I can do."

Dami - Demon of Envy

• She's awfully cute for a terrifying, murderous demon.

• She has a less flashier entrance than the other demons, and a less visible response to the other person.

• Her way of handling things is much less brutal. She simply places both of her hands on the person before gently pushing them against the wall.

• Their eye color changes to orange before running off while muttering on about coveting things or people (you can't really tell).

• Dami's attention turns to you as she wipes away any bruises, marks, or blood with the touch of her hand.

• "Are you alright, my dear?"

• Once you've fully reassure her that you're okay, you ask her why she didn't murder the other person in front of you.

• "I know that violence will scare you away, and that's the last thing I want. You shouldn’t be scared of me, darling."

Gahyeon - Demon of Sloth

• For someone who was created to be an incarnate version of envy, she sure doesn't show it off a lot.

• You've summoned her to you, but she's sleeping while standing up.

• So much for getting help from the demon representing sloth. You should probably know better at this point.

• When your attacker tries to approach you with the knife, Gahyeon holds out her arm and catches the other person's arm.

• She then proceeded to harshly throw them into a wall, giving them a quick death with a lot of head trauma.

• Without waking up, she sleep walks over to you. (How does she not fall over her own feet?)

• "There's something on your cheek." She mumbles in her sleep as you touch your face. "You should fix that."

• Thanks, Gahyeon, that's really helpful.

• "I'm going back to bed and I need a pillow." She says before pulling you into her arms. "You're coming with me."

• You can't break out of her grasp as she sinks into the ground, but you give up and accept your fate. That's simply how your girlfriend is.

#very tempted to draw the girls as their obey me counterparts now #mala's recs #panda :]#paladins :]

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