#why would he be? he was raised by people who couldn't wait to get rid of him
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Ok. First of all, I am obsessed with Lionheart. You are amazing and I could sing your praises for hours. However, I have a question regarding Wolfstar. Your fic was actually the first time I came across that ship. (I know now it's really popular). However, I would love to hear more about your thoughts on Remus and Sirius. Whether it's canon or your interpretation of them. I always found Tonks and Remus to be a strange couple in the HP books. Was that your impression as well? How do you think a romantic relationship between the two characters changes them, if it does at all? Thanks!
Totally! Thanks for the ask!
I think Remus and Tonks getting together suffers from the same thing that a lot of canon relationships do, i.e., that JKR doesn't really know how to write romantic chemistry. There are very few times in the books where it feels like there's genuine sexual or romantic tension happening on the page. So that's layer 1.
Layer two is that Remus and Tonks aren't themselves on the page for most of Books 5-7, so their "love story," as such, is 90% exposition. The only scenes we get of them as a couple are Tonks scolding Remus for not dating her and Remus guiltily shooting her down. It also seems out of character for Remus, who is defined in many ways by his attachment to the past and who has been living out of Sirius's pockets for two years, to show little or no apparent grief at the death of his best friend of twenty years, not to mention one of the last people alive who loved James Potter. Harry grieves Sirius more than Lupin seems to, and Harry knew Sirius for about five minutes compared to Lupin. That's not to say that grief always looks the same — it's different, and I'm sure Lupin compartmentalized it for the war effort — but it should, in theory, stop you from jumping into a high-intensity relationship with your dead best friend's niece. (If you look at the timeline on Tonks and Lupin's relationship vis-a-vis Sirius's death, it is absolutely wild.)
The Wolfstar in Lionheart is subtle, but as overt as I thought was realistic for two men who hadn't seen each other in years and are also, by necessity, only seen by the reader in the presence of their thirteen-year-old godson. I wanted to capture the energy of "closeted on-again off-again lovers in the 70s and 80s before having a VERY messy breakup" (which, believe it or not, is a broader demographic than you'd think), both because I think it's a fun way to write them (the vibes! the possessiveness! the old-married-couple meets shy-first-relationship of it all!) and because it explains why Lupin is totally alone before Prisoner of Azkaban — in particular, why he never made an effort to contact Harry. It's hard enough to be a closeted man in Britain in the 1980s; throw in a case of lycanthropy and an insane amount of personal trauma, and what you've got on your hands is the kind of guy who'd go totally radio silent on everyone he knows for 13 straight years.
#the fact that harry never once wonders why lupin didn't reach out to him before 1993 is 'haha dumb funny' until it's 'oh fuck me sad'#because you realize. harry thinks it is totally reasonable for people to not want to talk to him or see him.#harry does not ever question why people in his life leave him because in his mind he is not worthy of being kept#why would he be? he was raised by people who couldn't wait to get rid of him#he probably doesn't blame lupin for trying to pass the buck#i go into this a little in The Climb (my severitus novelette)#but basically i think dumbledore puts harry with the dursleys because it's predictable and dumbledore can control them#he can intimidate petunia and he knows for a fact both dursleys are afraid of magic#whereas once the marauders are gone dumbledore doesn't have any leverage over lupin#none that he's willing to use anyway — the werewolf thing is probably a non-starter#but the werewolf thing also means lupin's location and occupation is unstable and he would always be scrutinized by the ministry#and dumbledore knows that it is a Very Bad Fucking Idea to let the ministry know where harry is#until it's time for him to come to hogwarts where dumbledore can protect him. ANYWAY
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Hi sweet angel, I have to admit that I'm new to your profile, but my obsession with your writing is almost as great as my obsession with snow, I have a request that changes the story a little bit.
Coryo is completely obsessed with the reader, but she thinks he is just an affectionate friend, both become mentors and instead of snow falling in love with lucy, it is the reader who falls in love with her tribute, and begins to move away from Snow, he can not accept this and manipulates the games, Not for lucy to win, but rather, to get rid of the reader's tribute. (Sorry for any mistake, English is not my mother tongue, so I use Google translator)
Slipping Through My Fingers || Young!Coriolanus Snow x reader
GIF by i forgot sorry :( divided by @firefly-graphics
A/n: this took me forever to finish idk why 😭 also this has to be the longest fic i've written so far.
Warnings: mention of blood, possessive coryo, mentions of death
Wc: 2,975
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"Can I see you tomorrow morning?" Coriolanus looks down at you with hope in his eyes, you open your mouth but close it before sighing. "I can't, sorry. My parents want me to be home when my grandparents are there," You lie through your teeth as he hums, nodding.
"That's fine, tomorrow afternoon then?" His hand touches your waist as you smile up at the boy. "Of course Coryo, I'll see you then?" You touch his hand that was at your waist as he nods. You give him one final smile before disappearing around the corner.
You felt bad for lying to him but you didn't know how he would take it if he found out that you were actually going to meet your tribute first thing when his train from the districts arrived in Panem. Your tribute, Dean, from district 8 intrigued you. You couldn't keep your eyes of the screen when he appeared. He caught your eye immediately.
Coryo couldn’t stop complaining all day about his tribute from district 12, Lucy Gray. Saying that she would not last a second in the game. Unlike him, you had faith in your tribute.
So here you were, standing on the platform waiting for the train to come to a halt as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. A smile on your face, dimples on display as the doors open revealing Dean. He was taller than you imagined, but nonetheless, he looked surreal. There was no denying that Dean was good looking, incredibly good looking which you would imagine would play a role in the amount of donations he would have.
"Dean. Y/n Y/l/n. I'll be your mentor." You extend your hand out in front of him as he looks you up and down before shaking your hand. His shake was firm, his fingers calloused. An indication that he was a hard worker.
"Are you supposed to be here? I don't see other people like you around here," He says as he looks around the train station. You notice Coriolanus' tribute, Lucy Gray walking by and staring at the two of you questioningly. You make eye contact with her before clearing your throat and looking back at Dean who hadn't kept his eyes off of you.
"No. I'm not supposed to be here." You confess, your hands fidgeting with the ends of your skirt as Dean raises an eyebrow at you. "Then.... what are you doing here?" You pause. What were you doing here? You could have waited like the others for tomorrow to meet him.
"I uh- I wanted to welcome you to the Capitol." You offer him a smile. Silence. "Can I be blunt with you Dean?" Your head slightly tilts, a habit of yours when you ask questions. "Sure," He shrugs. "I see potential in you," You hold his hands in between yours as he glances down at your intertwined hands with an expression you couldn't quite figure out.
"You can win this hunger games. And I will do everything in my power to make sure that you do. Such potential like you for a bright future shouldn't be wasted," You solemnly smile at him. Dean stays quiet for awhile, his hand still in yours before a peacekeeper roughly pulls him away from you.
"Hey!" You shout as you follow the two. "It's time for them to go Miss." The peacekeeper says as he throws Dean into the back of a van. Just as he walks away from your view to close the door, you jump into the van along with the rest of the tributes. "What are you doing!" Dean whispers yells at you as you stay hidden behind him.
You let out a sigh of relief once the doors close. "What's this? Is this your mentor, Dean?" A girl you recognised to be Carol asks with a sinister smile. You push past Dean and extend your hand out for her to shake. She looks at your face then your hand and lets out a laugh.
"Why would I shake hands with someone like you." She spat as a few others laugh alongside her. You notice Lucy Gray once more, sitting there silently. "Why do you get special treatment Dean, huh?" Carol pushes you backwards catching you off balance as Dean catches you.
"I could kill her right now," Carol chuckles like a maniac. Dean moves you behind him, "Leave her alone," He voices out, his tone screaming authority. Before Carol could respond, the van shook violently as you all lose your balance. You let out a groan as you felt your body slam against the van door before it flies open, causing you all to roll out onto hard rocks.
You let out a groan as you slowly lift up your head, squinting your eyes at your surrounding before you hear Dean's voice. "Y/n! Are you alright?" He asks worriedly as his grips your bicep, aiding you to stand up as you realise where you were. You were at the zoo cage.
You place a hand on your head as you let out a low groan. "Excuse me! Hello! Over there! Can they not hear me in there?" You hear a familiar voice belonging to Lucretius Flickerman. Dean takes a hold of your forearm, helping you keep balance as he whispers to you, "Own it." You look up at him with a small smile. He offers his arm to you as you link arms and walk towards the iron bars.
"Y/n Y/l/n, one of the mentors for the 10th hunger games." Lucretius says to the camera as he then directs his gaze towards you. "The game makers did tell you to jump into the cage with them," His tone was skeptical. Dean looks down at you as you glance at him before looking at Lucky.
"They didn't tell me not to. They just said it was a mentor's job to introduce our tributes to the citizens of Panem, and I thought well if Dean is brave enough to be here, then why shouldn't I be too?" You say with confidence, "For the record, I didn't have a choice," Dean butts in.
"What is Y/n doing there?" Arachne gasps as she ctaches the attention of Snow and the others as they look to the screen. There you were, linked arms with a tribute, looking awfully comfortable with him to add. Snow furrows his eyebrows at disbelief that you were there.
You told him that you were to be at home, but clearly not. Coriolanus watches with intent as you look at Dean when he spoke. His fists bawl up as Clemensia makes a comment. "You alright Coryo? You look.... bothered," Her hands rest on Snow's upper arm as he pries her touch off of him.
"I'm fine," He snaps as he leans forward on his seat. He was bothered. Very bothered seeing you so close with a tribute. "He's obviously not fine, he's bothered seeing Y/n so touchy with her tribute, isn't that right Snow?" Arachne teases as he slams his hand on the table causing her to shut up. "Shut it, Crane." Coriolanus says through gritted teeth as Arachne puts her hands up in surrender.
"They look really close. Can't blame Y/n honestly, she got a good looking one," He hears Clemensia quietly say before he had enough and stood up, storming off.
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"Coryo," You call out as you catch up to him, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you offer him a smile. He says nothing, his face stern as he continues to walk, not bothering to look at you. "Hey listen, I'm sorry I stood you yesterday, I just got super busy-" "Yeah I saw, busy with your tribute right?" He gives you a sarcastic smile as you scrunch your eyebrows.
You were all making your way to the enclosed cage to talk to your tributes. "What?" Snow rolls his eyes at you, finally stopping. "I saw your interview with Flickerman. Looked awfully close to your tribute," You let out small chuckle as his face shows no sign of amusement.
"Coryo, I was just introducing myself to him and getting to know him that's all. I have faith in him that he will win and I wanted him to know that. Wouldn't you do the same with your tribute if you had faith in her?" You touch his arm as he looks at your hand.
"Right?" You try and get a response from him as he sighs, "I guess," Is all he says before intertwining his hands with yours. You look down at your hands, a sweet gesture from him. When you both get closer to the tributes, you unclasp your hands with Snow and walk towards Dean who has already seen you and was making his way closer to you.
"Hey," You greet Dean as you look through your bag and find the half of your sandwich and cookie which you put away for him. You hand it to him as he thanks you, immediately taking bites as you watch him. He could feel your stares as you look away. Your eyes land on Coriolanus and Lucy.
He was talking to her about something as Lucy looks towards you and Dean. Snow finally looks at you, his expression cold as you gulp and look at Dean who was already looking at you. "He your boyfriend or something?" He asks as he takes another bite of the cookie. Your eyes widen. "Who? Coryo? No." You laugh as Dean stares at you.
"He's just a close friend of mine." You say as he nods, unbothered. "Do you? Do you- uh- have a-" "No." He deadpans as you slowly nod. From afar, Snow was watching the two of you interact the entire time. "Do you want to win Lucy Gray?" He turns his attention from you to his tribute.
"Do you think I can win?" She asks him as he thinks. "Honestly? no." He admits as Lucy scoffs. "But if you listen to what I say and do what I tell you to do, you will." His tone was stern as Lucy nods, her eyes following his eyeline which led to you and Dean. "That your girlfriend? That girl who was with us yesterday in the van."
"Her and Dean seem to be close, don't you think?" Lucy watches Coriolanus' face, his jaw clenching at the mention of the two. "They're not close, she just knows how to play the game," Coriolanus snaps before standing up and backing away from Lucy Gray.
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You hadn't spoken much to Coriolanus the past couple of days. You were with Dean quite a lot, making up strategies and scenarios for when the games started. "I care about you, Dean. A lot." You take his hands in yours, the sound of his iron shackles making you cringe as you look him the eyes. Dean looks around the room before caressing your hand.
You and Dean have gotten very close over the past days. You both had faith in each other, trusted one another. Coriolanus narrows his eyes at the two of you, 2 desks away from him before his gaze settles on your touching hands.
He lets out a quiet scoff as Lucy Gray looks over to you and Dean. "Do you know him?" Snow asks her as he cocks his head towards Dean. Lucy shakes her head. "You want to win, don't you?" He leans in close to her.
Lucy hesitantly nods her head, "Yes. Yes you do Lucy." He answered for her, his gaze hard on her as she squirmed under his stare. "You need to kill Dean first. You need to before he kills you. He's a strong competitor, I can tell, that's why you need him out first. Then, it will be a piece of cake." He smirks as he leans back on his chair. "What do I need to do?"
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“Y/n,” Coriolanus calls out as you turn your head to his direction, a small smile on his face as you beam at him. You run to him, throwing your arms around him as you hug him tightly. Coryo was caught off guard but eventually hugs you back.
“Good luck,” You say, although it was slightly muffled against his shirt. “You too,” He says back, his hand rubbing your back as you pull back, giving him your pearly white grin that only a few were able to see. Coriolanus felt a pull at his heart for he knew what was going to happen would break you.
Your other classmates arrive as you get settled for the 10th hunger games to start. Your eyes were trained on the screen as you watch Dean kill 2 people. You bite your fingernails as you continue to watch it play out infront of your eyes. Coriolanus offers his hand as you take it, squeezing it as you watch Dean.
A couple hours pass by and everyone sits up when they watch Coryo's tribute, Lucy Gray being corned by a few of the others, Dean included. In the corner of your eye, you watch Coryo come up to his screen and rapidly click.
Your eyes flicker back to the screen as drones of water come flying at the tributes, knocking them out as the room erupts in gasps. "These drones are not very good," Flickerman comments. "Hey! What are you doing?" Vipsania shouts as she stands up.
"You can't attack the tributes Coryo!" You snap at him. "I'm just sending water," He coolly says as you shake your head and scoff. Dean managed to dodge them luckily. You watch as Lucy Gray runs, Dean chasing after her as your leg bounces.
She manages to hide in one of the vent holes as you notice Snow let out a sigh of relief. Dean punches the vent in anger as he eventually leaves her. A few more hours pass by as you fell asleep, the sound of banging wakes you up. Coryo was nowhere to be found.
Your eyes focus on the screen as Dean and Coral stand underneath a vent pipe. Coral's pitchfork was reportingly stabbing at the vents above. Dean follows the noises, his gaze on the vent. "Coral. Coral she's right here," He whispers to her as she continues stabbing at the vent. Coriolanus then runs in, "Lucy Gray, is she okay?" He says out of breath.
"She wont be for long," Festus comments as everyone's eyes are trained on the screen. All of a sudden, Dean touches his nose as he looks confused. You immediately stand up on your feet, "Wait, what's wrong with Dean?" You move closer as he falls on his knee making your heart race.
"Did Coral do something to Dean?" You panic as Dean starts spazzing out on the floor. Coryo glances at you. Lucy Gray did what he told her to do. He had snuck her rat poison to use, if a small amount was to be inhaled, it would be deadly.
You cover your mouth as your eyes widen. Dean was laying on the ground, not moving at all. You flinch at the sound of a buzzer going off, indicating that he was in fact dead. Dean was dead. And you didn't even know how it happened. You storm out but before you could, Coryo grips your arm, "I'm sorry," He says as you furrow your eyebrows at what he meant before snatching your arm from his grip. "Dean is down. Good afternoon Miss Y/l/n," Flickerman calls out.
You storm out with rage. Dean was supposed to win. He was supposed to make it out alive. You even promised him he would come out alive and go back to his family. One moment he was perfectly fine, and then the next, he's on the floor spazzing out and then dead. Your mind drifts back to Coriolanus' words, I'm sorry. What did that even mean? You assumed he was just apologising that your tribute was dead.
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Lucy Gray had managed to win. You were happy for Coryo of course. But Dean’s recent death still plagued your mind. “Y/n,” Coryo breathed out the moment you opened your door to him; he reached out for you, pulling you against his chest.
It caught you by slight surprise before you hugged him back. The pent up emotions finally releasing the moment he rubs your back affectionately. “Shh” He softly shushed you as waterfalls fall down your cheeks. Everything was chasing up to you.
“I-I don’t even know what happened to him,” You sob in his embrace as he traces shapes on your arm. You continued to rant to him as he brought you to your living room.
You rested your head against his chest as he listened, sometimes he would bite his tongue at the things you were saying about Dean. "He was just a tribute y/n-" "He was not just a tribute." You snapped, lifting your head up as you stared at his blue irises.
Coriolanus rolls his eyes the minute you turn your head back around. "He's human, just like you and I. He had dreams, he had a family to go back to Coryo, do not just sit there and tell me he was just a tribute. He's more than a tribute," Coriolanus listened to every single word that came out of your mouth.
He did not agree with most of the things you said but for the sake of it, he said nothing. When you spoke about Dean, it grew on Coriolanus that you infact liked him, alot. Perhaps even more than like. And that was why he felt the need to kill him. You were his, only his. And after all, he couldn't have some lowly district boy taking over your body and soul.
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What if Owen angrily called out Alejandro?
"Owen," Chris chimed. "It's time to go pal."
"What?" Owen gasped, turning to the rest of the contestants.
Most of them don't bother looking at Owen, either out of shame or apathy.
Except for Alejandro, who was squinting and smiling cruelly at Owen.
"But I don't understand." Owen said. "I thought I was getting along great with everyone. Why would you guys vote me off? What did I do wrong?"
"Do the reasons honestly matter?" Alejandro asked smugly. "Just accept your defeat with dignity like Noah did, mi amigo."
"Yeah, the reasons actually do matter, Al." Owen said, with surprising firmness. "I would get it, if I had gotten voted off for eating something I'm not supposed, like back at Germany with the sausage. But I managed to control myself from eating the cake! I didn't do anything wrong this time! So, I think I deserve to know why I'm being eliminated!"
Sierra couldn't take the guilt anymore and awkwardly raised her hand. "Uhh, Alejandro said that he would bless my marriage with Cody, if I voted for you... I'm sorry, Owen."
"Yeah, the guy told me to vote for you too." Duncan said, while pointing at the charming man.
"Me three." said Courtney calmly.
Owen's jaw dropped. "Wait a minute... Al... You... You want to get rid of me?... But I thought we were friends..."
"Yeah, I had to make you think that, so you'd listen to me." Alejandro scoffed and then chuckled. "I mean, did you really think that I would EVER want to be friends with someone as childish as you?"
"I can't believe you just said that!" Owen gasped again in disbelief. "But you said I was your amigo... You mean, every terrible thing that you did to me, was done on purpose?... The glares, hitting me with a baby carriage, leaving me to get eaten by caterpillars..."
"Don't forget when he hypnotized you into giving yourself a wedgie and dance a jig." Duncan pointed out with a small smirk.
"Oh my god! I thought I dreamt that! You seriously did that, Al?!" Owen yelled with a glare. "What the hell is wrong with you?!?"
Alejandro blinked at the larger and softer man's surprising fierceness, but the charming yet cruel man keeps his cool. "Well, that's what you get for being childish and incompetent... My only regret was not getting you eliminated sooner... Even Noah and Tyler would've been much more useful to me than you."
Heather gazes at Alejandro in pure shock. "Wow, that's cold even by my standards."
Owen's glare hardens. "You know Al, when Noah first told me about your true colors, I didn't want to believe him at first. Not even when he pointed out all the messed-up stuff you did to people, including me. I kept telling myself that those things you did were accidents or that you were misunderstood, like how Noah, Izzy and Eva often are. But boy, was I wrong! Heather was right about you all along! Behind that charming face you're nothing but a mean, nasty, selfish, heartless, cheap con artist! And you're also a big, fat, dumb-"
Everyone's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates at what Owen said next. Alejandro's jaw goes slack as his left eye twitches a bit. The only ones who weren't in shock were an amused Chris and Chef as well as a strangely proud looking Heather.
"-in all of Kalamazoo!" Owen finished with ragged breathes. "Wow, I feel better already! No wonder other people curse!"
Owen grabs his parachute and looks back at the others with a calm, accepting smile. "Bye, guys."
The contestants awkwardly said their goodbyes, still trying to get over their shock at Owen's previous rage.
Then the big guy looks straight at a certain girl with a bright grin. "Bye Heather, kick Al's butt for me!"
"Trust me Owen, I will." Heather responded with a bold smirk.
"Oh, and Al?" Owen called for Alejandro's attention. "One last thing..."
Owen had a suringly evil smile on his lips, as he says his next words. "See you later, Alligator!~"
Owen jumps through the open plane door with a loud cackle, already long gone before the slippery Charmer could do anything.
Owen's cackles were quickly replaced by the laughter of Heather, Duncan, Cody, Sierra and Blaineley.
Even Courtney was trying to hide her own smile.
"Oh, the audience is gonna love that!" Blaineley piped up.
All Alejandro could do was wait until he could angrily curse at the confessional camera, again.
Noah is going to be so proud of Owen.
#td owen#alejandro burromuerto#td heather#total drama#total drama world tour#nowen#platonic or romantic
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Villain's Night, Halloween Story Event ~
Jude Jazza Story
WARNING! The story contains hardcore violence, murder and blood.
Young man in a costume: "Hey you! Can't you hear me!? ....I said trick or treat?"
Kate: ".....This is so annoying. I said I'm waiting for someone."
Young man in a costume: "If you don't give me a treat, I'll do a trick."
(This is so annoying....)
Ellis was asked by Mr. Jude to do some shopping. The town which was busy with all Halloween preparation and there were people everywhere, so I went out with Ellis to help him carry his luggage.
While I was waiting for Ellis outside the store and this young man wearing a costume approached me.
(If I leave here, I'll just get separated from Ellis...)
(If that happens, there is no point in coming here to carry the luggage...how can I get rid of this person?)
Young man in a costume: "Hey, are you ignoring me again?"
Kate: "Hey! let go....!"
He grabbed my wrist and I couldn't help but glare at him and raise my voice.
???: "Did you hook up with a man that has a very bad taste?"
Young man in costume: "Huh?"
(....This voice)
Someone pulled my shoulder with a jerk and when I look up, it was Mr. Jude.
Jude: "He looks frustrated?"
Kate: "No no....! This man was the one who got involved."
Jude: "Oh?"
Young man in a costume: "Ah.."
Mr. Jude glanced at him and it made the young man realize that he was in danger.
He let out a shriek and ran away.
Kate: "Thank you very much....for helping me."
Jude: "You were just standing here like an idiot without doing anything."
Jude: "Miss Ex-postman, you know there are fools like those wandering around here celebrating Halloween, right?"
He turns his gaze towards the buoyant streets of London, and Mr. Jude removed his hand from my shoulder.
The area he was touching was no longer warm and my gaze followed his hand as it moves away.
He is supposed to be a ruthless sadist, but sometimes, there are times like this where he makes me go crazy.
Jude: "How did you manage to survive unscathed?"
Kate: "....Well, if push comes to shove, I would have bit that man's arm and ran away."
Jude: "Wow. You're so brave."
Jude: "But...I saved you anyway, so you owe me one."
Kate: "!? I don't wanna! I don't wanna!!!"
(I'm sure he's gonna make an unreasonable demand!)
(What would you like....a candy? No, he'll reject me after labelling me a 'Halloween fool')
(Then then...)
Jude: "I'll make it easy for you so you don't have to think so hard with your little head."
Kate: "Eh....!?"
Jude: "Tonight you will not wander off anywhere. You will stay in your room at the Crown Castle."
Jude: "If you promise that, we'll call it square."
Kate: "...That's it?"
Jude: "Why? Do you want something more unreasonable?"
Kate: "No! I promise!"
Ellis: "Sorry to keep you waiting, Kate. The store was busy..."
Ellis: "Ah Jude? Are you done with your work already?"
Jude: "I wouldn't be here if that was the case."
(You had work today too? You really are a busy person, all the time....)
Now that I know how physically and mentally demanding the Crown's duties and those of the trading companies can be,
I am amazed at how he manages to turn it around with just one body.
(It doesn't really feel like he likes his job...nor a spendthrift who likes luxury)
(So why are you working non-stop....?)
In the end, Ellis only gave me the lightest item in his luggage and the three of us returned to the castle.
Victor: "Happy Halloween! How do you like this extravagant decorations? Guess who did it? Guess guess!"
Alphonse: "Oh my god, who!?"
Victor: "I knew you would all be super curious! Why should I hide, right? It was me!"
Kate: "Wow! As expected of Victor!"
Ellis: "clap clap clap~"
Jude: "......"
Kate: "Mr. Jude, you can at least give some acknowledgement..."
As soon as we approached the dining hall, we were dragged in by Mr. Alphonse, and saw that the dining hall had been decorated magnificently.
Victor is unperturbed by our reactions and smiles with satisfaction.
Victor: "Hmm, the tenderness of Ellis and Kate and Jude's unwavering chilling gaze..."
Victor: "My cursed ones and my fairy tale master are running normally today!"
Victor: "...But only while the sun is in the sky. I've already asked Alphonse though."
Victor: "Ellis. Jude. Be careful tonight, okay?"
Jude: "I don't have time for long conversations with weirdos."
Mr. Jude tried to avoid the conversation and left quickly.
Kate: "...Is there anything going on tonight?"
Alphonse: "Fufu, I guess you could call it a mysterious price that comes with the curse."
Alphonse: "Every few years, when Halloween falls on a full or new moon, a cursed one's sin is heightened."
Alphonse: "It's like a phenomenon."
Victor: "The moonflowers in the palace blooms to coincide with it."
Victor: "It's also known as 'Night of the Moonbeams'. As far as I know, it happened once before 20 years ago."
Kate: "Earlier, what did you mean by 'sins are heightened'....?"
Alphonse: "Curses have a predetermined nature, don't they?"
Alphonse: "Self-righteousness, decisiveness' for Mr. William and 'ruthlessness, arrogance, vindictiveness' for Mr. Jude..."
Alphonse: "I think that's a good interpretation for their curses and that's going to get intensified."
Kate: "Does that mean Mr. Jude will become even more ruthless and arrogant in his vengeance than he already is....?"
Victor: "You can put it like that. The cursed ones themselves will feel hard to control...."
Victor: "It is a night of danger, both for the cursed ones and those around them."
(Even those with curses are in danger....)
Alphonse: "Even so, it seems like Mr. Jude is going somewhere dangerous this evening."
Kate: "Dangerous?"
Alphonse: "Yeah, I heard about Mr. Jude's plans for tonight from Mr. Roger."
Alphonse: "Have you ever heard of an illegal form of gambling in which people kill each other, called duel gambling?"
Kate: "N-No...!"
Alphonse: "I heard that a man embezzled Mr. Jude's company's money, left and was melting it down there."
Alphonse: "The little rascal is, unfortunately, now socially dead, it seems."
Alphonse: "He is planning to clamp down on the big boys and take all the money from the gambling operation."
Alphonse: "I'm just horrified by the hints of bloody violence."
Kate: "Does he really have to go to such a dangerous place during this time....?"
Alphonse: "Why not? What a better place for a cold-blooded man who loves other people's misery and money to run amok, right?"
Alphonse: "He might accidentally overdo it and get arrested or killed, but...well, I think he'll be fine."
(Such....is not something that can happen inadvertently)
Kate: "He does all those assignments, all that work and ...he doesn't even look like he is in need of money."
Alphonse: "Isn't it because the nature of his curse included a desire for vengeance?"
Alphonse: "What has been stolen cannot be satisfied unless it is regained, and a broken promise cannot be forgiven unless it is retaliated against."
Ellis: "And....Jude needs a lot of money and people to fulfil his goal, I guess."
Kate: "What goal...?"
Ellis: "To fulfil a promise he made to someone a long time ago."
Kate: "Can he fulfil it if he has money?"
Ellis: "I think he said it was 99.9% impossible."
(W-What the....?)
(Are you living such a....busy dangerous and life-destroying life for the sake of that 0.01% chance?)
Ellis: "...Anyway, duel gambling is illegal, so no matter how he retaliate, they have no choice but to cry themselves to sleep."
Ellis: "He said he'd get more than double what he'd lost in money and that he'd be the perfect one for tonight."
Kate: "What about you, Ellis? Are you going?"
Ellis: "I'll...stay in my room for tonight, I think."
Ellis: "I don't know what's going to happen to me tonight either, so...."
Kate: "....I see..."
Victor: "...There is no one in this castle tonight normal enough to help people, Kate."
(Then Mr. Jude is alone... in a place where he could die)
Alphonse: "You look worried. Why don't you go there and have a look?"
Kate: "...No I can't. I promised to stay quiet in the castle tonight."
Alphonse: "Don't worry! As long as he doesn't find out, you haven't broken any promises."
Kate: "....Don't provoke me. A promise is a promise."
Alphonse: "Fufu, what a shame. I forgot how disciplined and serious you are."
Alphonse: "But, I'll lend you this in case you change your mind."
Alphonse: "Did you know? The gambling den says you can only enter in costume today."
He sneakily whispered and handed me a pair of cat's ears and a suspicious looking tail.
Kate: "....How do you even wear this tail....?"
Alphonse: "You can sort of figure it out just by looking at the shape, right? Where do you think it goes....?"
Kate: "T-Take it back...!"
Alphonse: "No returns."
He puts it in my pocket and walked away in a good mood.
I was too afraid to even touch it, that couldn't even put my hands in the pocket and decided to leave it there.
(I'll get rid of it when I change my clothes...)
(I made a promise to Mr. Jude. So, I want to make sure I keep it)
(But...)
I know it's unnecessary, but I can't help worrying about the strange things that happens on the 'Night of the Moonbeams'.
I was making my way to the palace gardens.
(Is this the garden? The moonflowers, though it's only in bud now....)
(It would be so beautiful if they all bloomed at once)
It's enough.....to drive anyone crazy.
???: "Oh...am I seeing a little robin wandering into the garden of the moonbeam?"
Kate: "William..."
William: "Have the flowers driven you crazy already?"
Kate: "No...I was just curious when I heard about Moonbeam night thing just a few minutes ago."
William: "You look a little too sad that curious."
Kate: "I promised Mr. Jude this morning that I would stay quiet in my room tonight. But...."
Kate: "But now that I think of it, it was as if he knew about the Night of the Moonbeams and was trying to keep me away."
Kate: "It was a promise I made to repay him back and now he's the one protecting me again...."
Kate: "I feel like I'm not giving anything back..."
William: ".....Fufu. You're a disciplined robin. By the way, Kate."
Kate: "Hm....?"
William: "Trick or treat?"
Kate: "!? Sorry, I don't have any treats."
William: "Yes, I know. I'm just said that because I wanted a good reason to play a prank."
Kate: "Eh....?"
William: "I'm feeling a bit more selfish than usual, probably because the sun is going down."
William: "Tonight, act on your desires."
Kate: "....!?"
William: "This is where Jude is heading. If you want."
My hand is drawn like a magnet to the note William holds out to me.
Kate: "Ah..wait..No William...please!"
Furthermore, my feet started moving on their own towards the gate.
(Am I realling going to...where Mr. Jude is!?)
William: "Bye bye, Kate."
William: "Hopefully, I wish you have the most sinful Halloween night ever."
.............
(Finally I made it...)
My body which is faithful to my desires, as William commanded....
I ended up at the gambling den where Mr. Jude said he was heading.
Drunk man: "Hey, little kitten, you're so cute. Come on, purr for me."
Kate: ".....Excuse me. I'm looking for someone."
The gambling den was crowded with people in Halloween costumes.
I was forced to put on only cat ears that Mr. Alphonse had forced on me to blend in with the crowd.
Apparently, it is not only an illegal dueling ring, but also a brothel.
The men were trying to shove their hands inside cages with frightened women, trying to touch and grope them.
(....A place where money is worth more than a human life....)
Sickened by the terrible sight...I look for the person who is trying to mess up this scene.
(...I have to find Mr. Jude quickly...)
(Then what?)
(It's not like I can convince him to come back home quietly)
Even though my head thinks so, my body selfishly searches for him.
(What is my desire? To find Mr. Jude?)
(How can a body be 'faithful to its desires' when I don't even know what to do....?)
(William's abilities are truly terrifying)
Kate: "Um...excuse me, has someone called Jude Jazza been here?"
Kate: "He wears a long cloak and has a scary face-----"
I asked and look around in the crowd, but can't find him....
???: "Is that Jude Jazza's girlfriend?"
.............
Jude: "Let me get this straight."
Jude: "If you accept my terms, I will at least spare your life."
Jude silently submerged the guards and entered, later crushing the jaws of two or three of the guards,
He then imposed arrogant and unreasonable conditions on to the organizers.
Organizer of the gambling den: "...Ha..Haha. First, please calm down."
Organizer of the gambling den: "Isn't it a bit arrogant of you to completely stop duel gambling and human trafficking and give you all the proceeds....?"
Organizer of the gambling den: "We only lost a few thousand pounds, right?"
Organizer of the gambling den: "Also, it's your employee's crime, not ours and we didn't tell him to."
Jude: "I hate talking about that. So are you saying you don't accept my terms....?"
The organizer gulped as he was under the glaring eyes of Jude that were sharper than a blade.
Then a man from his crew ran in and whispered something to the organizer.
The look in his eyes instantly changed to one of triumph.
Organizer of the gambling den: "---Ha. Well well well. It seems you have a visitor."
Jude: "...Visitor?"
A large man entered and dragged Kate's limp unconscious body.
Jude: "...Ah?"
Organizer of the gambling den: "They said she was wandering around looking for you. Looks like you have a loving girlfriend?"
Organizer of the gambling den: "So? If you withdraw your previous conditions, I will return this woman to you untouched."
Organizer of the gambling den: "Hm? There's something inside her pocket...Ah! Oh my."
Big man: "Haha...To also bring this along with you...such a lecherous little girl."
Big man: "----Ha?"
For a moment, the man's eyes blink, as if he doesn't know what had just happened.
As he looked down, Kate's body fell to the floor with a thud, along with his arm that was holding her.
Big man: "Ah..ARGGHHHH!?"
Jude: "Looks like you want to break the promise."
Jude: "I'll keep this boss monkey alive, for a while. He's got a lot of talking to do."
Jude: "Everyone else. Die."
............
Kate: "Nn.....Mm...."
When my consciousness returned, the first thing I heard were moans and sobs.
(Umm...I don't know what happened to me...I recall, someone approached me and...)
Kate: "....!?"
As soon as I sat up, my breathing stopped at the gruesome sight that unfolded before me.
All I can see was red. The floor and walls are stained with blood.
Bodies were lying on the floor and were barely recognizable,
There were several reddish-black lumps of something dumped on the ground like trash.
In the middle of all of it, was Mr. Jude.
(Mr. Jude....?)
Jude: "How about this? If I cut your arteries and you'll die from excessive bleeding. Don't have to pay me back if you don't live, right?"
Mr. Jude's red soaked sword sinks slowly into the leg of the man who seems to be the boss of the place.
Organizer of the gambling den: "Ah..Arrghh...please! please! I'll give you the money! I'll give you....6-60% of the sales."
Jude: "Tch!?"
Organizer of the gambling den: "ARRGGGGHHHH!"
Jude: "Since your ears are for decoration, I'll cut them too."
Mr. Jude was laughing manically as if he was getting off of the man's painful screams.
Seeing the cold and ruthless profile, the fear I had almost forgotten comes back to me.
Mr. Jude is an evil man from a different world.
(And yet....I can't stop witnessing such a spectacle)
(All I kept wondering was if Mr. Jude was bleeding from somewhere)
I didn't know what I wanted to do when I find him.
But my desire was now clear.
(Even if this is an everyday occurrence for Mr. Jude)
Even if this is due to the nature of his curse.
Or even its for a promise to someone I don't know.
(This person who lives in the darkness as if to cut down his life, this person who pushes me away from the darkness, who keeps me safe)
(...I also wanted to help him in anyway I could)
Tonight is a dangerous night for the cursed ones.
(But in the end....I only became a hinderance)
There is an overwhelming gap between him and me.
(How frustrating)
I bite my lip and stare at him, torturing and hurting the man who seems to be the boss.
When he had finished giving him the information he wanted, he stabbed the man's heart and Mr. Jude sheathed his sword.
Jude: "........."
(....I don't think I've ever see you use a sword before)
Mr. Jude usually hurts people, but does not kill them easily.
He says that it is more efficient to exploit the labor force than to kill them, or that killing them will cause problems later on.
----FLASHBACK----
Victor: "The cursed ones themselves will feel hard to control...."
Victor: "It is a night of danger, both for the cursed ones and those around them."
-----FLASHBACK ENDS-----
The pale moonlight shines through the window.
(Right now....Mr. Jude is not normal)
(It is too dangerous to approach him)
I slowly walked towards his bloody back.
The Halloween night will make the cursed ones go crazy.
I was like a lusty madman at William's behest.
Kate: "Mr. Jude."
Jude: "............."
Mr. Jude doesn't look back.
As if drawn to him, my hand lifted and my fingertips gently grasped the cloak.
Kate: "....Are you hurt anywhere?"
Kate: "....!"
Before I can finish my words, my body is pulled up in a jerk.
I felt a thump, a jolt in my back, and I choked on the pain.
Jude: "Why did you break the promise, huh?"
Kate: "Jude...."
Jude: "You know what happens if you break a promise to me, don't you?"
Kate: "...Nn."
The hand on my neck squeezes down my throat and I choke.
It is crazy to think that this was the same hand the protected me earlier today from that strange man on the streets of London.
Kate: "Haa....Haa...."
Jude: "Oh, maybe you broke the promise on purpose to get punished?"
Kate: ".....Ngh? .....!"
I shook my head and he snorted with laughter.
Jude: "Usually I would be content with just threatening you, Princess."
Jude: "But tonight that doesn't seem to be enough for me."
Jude: "Trick or treat......well, who cares?"
Jude: "Are you ready to be tortured?"
Mr. Jude's amethyst eyes gleamed in the moonlight beaming in through the window.
Premium End
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Qurrel headcanons 1
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Warning: Slight spoilers for Fontaine storyline.
Lyney
✧ This was definitely one of the most emotional arguments you've ever had in your life. When Lyney was brought before the court of Fontaine, you were sure of his innocence. You believed in him deeply and you knew he was grateful for that. That's why it hurt all the more when suddenly, sitting in the audience, you heard that he belongs to Fatui. It was like a knife in the back.
✧ He knew perfectly well that this organization led to the deaths of your loved ones. You mentioned it more than once and he never dared to utter a word. During the break from the trial, he tried to explain himself to you but it ended up with the two of you shouting and saying bitter words. You weren't as understanding as Aether. After all, you've known each other for so long...
✧ You needed a lot of time to cool down and think it over. Lyney tried to give you space but he's also a stubborn man. He took care to write down all the good things he had done so far to save your country and gave it back to you in the form of a letter. Maybe this will change your mind that not all Fatuis are the same. He wishes he'd told you everything right away but he doubt you'd want to hang out with him if he'd confessed so early in your relationship. He wanted too much to keep your relationship. Now he patiently waits for your forgiveness.
Lynette
✧ Your first quarrel actually happened the day you met. It was one of Lynette and her brother's first successful shows. She wasn't very professional back then. When you showed up with all your rational thinking, she had a heartfelt desire to strangle you. Who goes to magic shows and expects reality instead of magic? After all, that's not what it's all about...
✧ When right after the final applause you started asking aloud pertinent questions about the tricks they did then and enumerating what you noticed in the tricks, she couldn't stand it. She led you quietly to the back room when no one was watching.
✧ She's the type of person who doesn't raise her voice during an argument. Instead, she gives you a cold stare. That's why she only said a few sentences and you had the feeling that you would be dead just from staring. You accused her of cheating people and she accused you that it was not the same as magic shows and that you should not spoil the fun for others.
✧ She was sure she wouldn't see you again after that performance. To her surprise, you reappeared. Lyney seemed interested in your insights about their show. He wanted to hear them away from the audience to enhance the performances. So Lynette, albeit reluctantly, accepted that she wasn't going to get rid of you that easily. She must have seen you. Of course, it was always necessary to grunt something at you. It has become a kind of tradition.
✧ It took some time for you to realize that magic shows are not the same as lies. Lynette definitely didn't expect an apology from you one night after the show when she received a huge bouquet of flowers. You have never argued again since then.
Freminet
✧ This boy can't argue. Literally. Maybe it's because of his taciturnity or maybe just his personality. He bends very easily to your suggestions. So much so that sometimes you have to remind yourself how easy it is to influence him and convince him to do things he doesn't necessarily want to do.
✧ The only times you argue (although it's not the perfect word) are when Freminet really needs to get out of his comfort zone. He never screams, never makes a scene and is never emotional. Usually his cheeks turn red and he shyly suggests that he'd better stay at home. This is his equivalent of arguing. If it really is something excessive, you usually let it go but when it comes to ordinary life situations, you try to force him. His siblings strongly support it. You don't want shyness to take over his life completly.
✧ Freminet is very apologetic. Even for things that didn't offend you in any way. If he doesn't do it with words, he does it with gifts. Flowers from the bottom of the sea, a pretty pebble from the coast, screws from a shipwreck... He feels the need to give you little things as a form of apology for moments when he can be very stubborn in his closure to new and unknown parts of life.
Navia
✧ Navia doesn't like arguments very much. Maybe at most about what she should bake now. She tries to avoid conflicts with you as much as possible. Therefore, your first and most important quarrel took place some time after her father's death. This topic was very touchy for her.
✧ The woman wanted to discover the truth about her parent's death at all costs. Despite threats and information that she could become next target. You were very worried about her safety. Of course, she can take care of herself but the camouflaged attempt on her life tipped the scales. You couldn't look her in the eye because all you could think about was that she might never open them again and it was close to death.
✧ Navia is the type of person who is not afraid to cry and express emotions. That's why she shed a lot of tears during the argument with you. You rarely hear her broken voice and it hurt a lot. She understood your point but she wasn't going to change her mind because of the danger. She made it clear to you that she would do things her way and that was it.
✧ You didn't wait too long to reconcile. Neither of you likes to be in this unpleasant state. Especially since Navia's life was on the line and no one would want to disappear from this world in anger. None of you are afraid to openly admit your mistakes and apologize, which is why the case went wild and fast like a storm.
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We meet again, darling pt.18 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader x detective Ellie Williams)
Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.
Violence (shit is kind of heavy ibr) and mentions of abuse btw!
“YOU FUCKING BITCH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PLAYING AT?” Your brother screeched as he storms into your penthouse, you can’t see him yet but you imagine the beetroot colour of his face that he always suffered from growing up.
“What’s got you so riled up?” You’re standing at your island drinking a coffee and going over some last minute details for your travel plans. He storms over and immediately grabs you by the throat, slamming you back into your fridge behind you.
“Don’t give me that shit you little cunt. What the fuck are you doing?” You move carefully to remove your knife from its holster that’s hidden by your blazer, once it’s firmly in your grip you rapidly bring it up and slash the outside of your brother’s wrist. He growls at the pain and back hands you once hard with his other hand, it sends you stumbling to the corner of the counter where you grip on to steady yourself.
“I can’t even tell you how much you look like Dad right now.”
“Oh you are so fucking predictable.”
“Same to you.”
“The fuck do you mean by that?”
“God if mum was here she’d wash your mouth out with soap.” He comes at you with a psychotic look on his face but you’re prepared so you wait for him to get closer and knee him directly in the crotch and then elbow him hard in the nose. He goes down onto his knees and you kick so he falls on his back as he coughs and groans. “You look pathetic right now. That’s what you’ve always been, pathetic. That’s why I had to run shit, because you’re a pathetic, incompetent pussy that can’t do what’s necessary. If you wanted me out of the way, you should’ve just killed me. I would’ve respected you more for that than this bullshit.”
Your voice is raised but you aren’t yelling, he looks at you as you speak and you notice his difficulty focusing but you just stand and stare at the last bit of family you had left, the thought of killing him saddened you for a second but as you watched him writhing around on the floor before he struggles to stand again the sadness morphs into something more energising.
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh now who’s feigning ignorance? Ricky Matthews, Johnny. Did you seriously think I wouldn’t find out? How stupid are you?”
“I was hoping that they’d catch you before you could, figured your little girlfriend would lead them right to you.”
“I guess you underestimated their loyalty.”
“Their? You sick freak, you're with both of them? I should've fucking known, never could resist what you couldn't have could you?"
"Think I've proved I can have them actually, I've proved over and over again that I can have them, I've had them a lot." A sinister grin grows on your face and his twists into a face of disgust, he honestly looked like he was seconds away from heaving.
"You know I could get over you being a dyke but this, you're not fucking normal! I never believed anyone when they would tell me you're unholy, I always defended you when people said you were Satan's gift to Earth. I've gone along with your story of our parents since you killed them. I was wrong and you were born wrong, there are bad people and then there's you. You trapped me in this shit and I'm done, I need to be rid of you."
You weren't hurt at his words, you didn't feel anything, but your body felt lighter as everything inside you felt like it darkened. You had always had a soft spot for your brother and it always weighed on you, kept you grounded but as you feel its weight dissipating you feel a new sense of warmth as your hatred of him burns a fire deep inside you.
"My story of our parents? What the story of our parents? Are you actually trying to tell me I'm lying about them?"
"We didn't kill them, YOU DID."
"Fine fine, yes okay I killed them but I've protected their AND your honour all these years, I've never told anyone what went on in our white picket fence house. Typical suburban family right? I'm lying when I say we weren't that Johnny, am I?" He huffs and looks down at the floor avoiding your crazed eyes. "You gutless weasel, look at me when I'm speaking to you. Am I lying Johnny?"
He looks up and there are tears in his eyes and it only makes the fire of your hatred for him burn hotter, everything in you was ready to boil over as you held back your rage with every ounce of strength you had.
"I'm sorry okay. I'm sorry for how they treated you. It never even seemed like it affected you, you were the most popular girl in school, I was known as your brother even before you went there, every boy wanted you, every girl wanted to be your friend, you did well in school, you did clubs, you seemed happy so I thought you were okay."
"Oh I was fine. That's the point Johnny, I don't feel anything right? I'm psychotic, sociopathic, narcissistic, what else is there? Let's go through the list hm, bet I fit the criteria for more disorders than I don't. That's why I was numb to it, but do you not think maybe you could've tried to intervene when our dad tried to strangle me with his fucking belt? Yeah I don't feel things but I fucking felt that. But I looked happy so it was okay to just let him continue breaking my ribs when he had had a bad day right?"
"I'm sorry, I was scared."
"Exactly, you were a fucking coward, never once had he ever even raised his voice at you or his fucking wife but you're scared that he's gonna give you the same licks I was getting daily if you step in. Better me than you, you were a fucking coward then and you're a fucking coward now."
"God if you despised me so much why didn't you kill me with them?"
"Because I needed you, do you think I could've got this far if I hadn't had you as my posterboy?"
"So you've put me through hell so you could use me?"
"Yeah."
"See! This is what I fucking mean, can't you see it?"
"What? That I'm a bad person? Of course I fucking see it. But I kill and I hurt and I abuse when it serves a purpose to me, not because my ego is so fragile I need to pick on someone I know can't fight back."
"And that makes it okay?"
"No obviously not but that's the point, I don't care. I don't care that it isn't okay to kill your parents and I don't care that it isn't okay to kill your brother. I don't concern myself with justifying my actions I just do it." You spit your words at him as you pull your gun from its holster and aim it directly at his heart.
"Why couldn't you have been normal?" He pleads and your hand with the gun waivers as you actually feel a pain in your chest, its a foreign feeling and you clutch at it with your free hand as you focus on your brothers hunched form.
"Do you know what? I wouldn't have been able to blackmail you into all of this if you hadn't killed that fucking girl? Remember who you called to come help you? Remember who was the reason you didn't get thrown in jail? You act like I was born all dark but you aren't sunshine and rainbows either. Why'd you kill her again Johnny?"
"Shut. Up."
"Oh yeah, because you got her pregnant and you were too much of a coward to tell our fucking parents because god forbid they see that you aren't their perfect little angel boy. You killed a pregnant girl John, I think it's time you face the fact that we are just a fucked up family, Dad, me, you, Mum was a poor victim in it all but her ability to brush everything under the rug to keep up appearances is what got her six feet under."
"I killed someone and now you make any new employee kill someone to prove themselves. You don't see how we're different?"
"You killed an innocent pregnant 18 year old and I kill bad people with bad intentions. You don't see how that's different?"
He goes silent as you both just stand there, there's blood splatters on the floor and countertops from the various wounds you had inflicted on him. The atmosphere was heavy and you realise you're glad you sent Ellie and Abby home before he came over because the thought of them hearing some of the things that have been said causes a shiver to run down your spine.
"You ruined me. I was going to be an engineer, I had potential and now I can never live a normal life again."
"You ruined yourself, I just capitalised on it. Don't see you crying about losing your normal life when you're lounging about in your massive fucking mansion. Or your collection of supercars, or what about that summer house in Aspen. Never had a problem with all the things I've given you because of the shit I do."
"I let myself be bought."
"You did. I hope you enjoyed it because you've stopped being of use to me now. Sorry your funeral isn't going to be as good as your last one, do you remember how many more flowers my grave got than yours? I knew it was a good idea to wait and watch the aftermath."
"I don't even care anymore. Just kill me." His acceptance of his fate pissed you off and you find yourself smashing his face down into the countertop with every bit of your strength, his nose makes a distinctive cracking sound and he cries out although it comes out strangled. As he falls down to the floor once again struggling to breathe, you pin him down to stop his wriggling, you looked at your gun in your hand and it didn't feel right so you swapped it for your knife and dragged it down his bloody face as you took in his features one last time.
This was it, the last thing grounding you to your humanity, the last weight you had to shed and the moment had come, the world could burn and you'd just lay in the fire, the darkness that had enveloped you in its embrace all your life was no longer externally guiding you, it infected every cell in your body, the darkness became you and directed the knife straight into John's heart, again and again. By the time you were done you were kneeling in a pool of his blood and there was a cavity in his chest, you look at his dull, lifeless eyes and you stand to look over him before crouching again diving your knife into his face until he is unrecognisable, you sit back and admire your work as you recount all the things he said to you.
As you walked away to go get cleaned up you pulled out your phone to message on the group chat you have with Ellie and Abby. Ellie had made it saying it would be easier but you still felt silly using a group chat.
'How's packing going?' You message once you've showered and redressed. Ellie begins typing almost immediately.
'yeah it's okay, I don't actually have that much stuff so it's a breeze' You notice yourself smiling at her message which only grows as Abby starts typing, you couldn't describe what it is you feel for them, because like Richter said, you don't feel anything.
'Yeah I'm realising half of my wardrobe is stuff you've bought me.' You chuckle a little and send the kiss mark emoji that you had taken to using as it reminds you of all the lipstick stains you've left in the shape of a pout on them. You put your phone away and prepare yourself to leave your penthouse for one of the last times. You walk past what is left of Richter and message Jeremy that he's ready for collection and call the elevator to your floor.
"I was wondering when you would show."
"Happy to hear you've been expecting me." You were stood in front of the boss of the Met, he was a heavy set man with dark hair that had streaks of grey running through it as its all gelled backwards to sit smoothly against his head and a large moustache with the same grey speckles on the dark background covering most of his top lip. He sat in a nice suit smoking a cigar, you roll your eyes at the cliché and he chuckles a little.
"Well I wasn't expecting you. You're telling me a little girl took down my empire?"
"Empire is generous don't you think? I thought we should have a chat."
"I'd love to." He gestures at the chair in front of his desk and you sit slowly while fixed on his dark eyes. as they examine your every move.
psa: I know she's a bad girl but my heart broke a little for reader while writing this. She's just different okay :') Goodness the end is getting closer, sorry there wasnt much of abby or ellie in this chapter but i really wanted to focus on reader and richter
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~ A BIT OF ~
KINDNESS
Chapter IV
Note: Yay young Gortash !
Hi everyone! Here is a... Kind of a chill chapter ? To be honest, I wrote it to join two chapters together 🫣
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Raphael didn't seem to be mad at Luvia. Anyways, he continued to treat her just the way he used to. He kept teaching her a whole bunch of things, from the history of the Hells to that of her disappeared people, and even poetry. Korilla (who was in charge of teaching her the practice of magic) sometimes took pleasure in teasing Raphael about it.
"Is everything alright with Luvia ?", the dwarf asked.
"Assuredly. She's very perceptive and attentive. I must admit that I look forward to see how things will be going", the devil replied, his voice slightly filled with satisfaction and excitement.
Korilla chuckled and the cambion raised an eyebrow, looking at her.
"What is so funny, Korilla ?", he asked.
"It seems like you've grown attached to her over time."
His eyes widened, as if he didn't want to admit it.
"Don't be ridiculous....", then he paused for a few seconds before adding, "How did you make this conclusion though ?"
He was staring at her, a hand leaning on a piece of his desk, the other on his hip, waiting for her explanation.
"I didn't know poetry was useful to conquer the Hells", she said with a grin.
Raphael was keeping his eyes on her, expressionless, as if he was looking for a proper answer he eventually didn't find. He took a deep breath and turned on his heels without saying a word, vexed.
Korilla chuckled.
"You'd be surprised by the power of the words...", he finally said.
"Oh I have no doubt"
Meanwhile, in the corridors....
For his part, Enver had recovered from his lynching session, as he always did.... But it wasn't that bad thanks to Luvia. That wouldn't stop Nubaldin from beating him again, but at least this time she maybe had avoided him the worst.
Luvia didn't approach him anymore, but he could briefly see her from the corner of his eyes from time to time, observing him from a distance. She may thought he didn't notice her... He missed their little interactions though. The food she used to bring him was always more than welcome, but most of all, he eventually got used to her presence.
He wondered why she was there though, in this so-called "House of Hope". Was she really Raphael's daughter ? It was strange to him as the cambion seemed to love no one but himself.
But he didn't plan to stay long enough to find out. Enver was smart; "too" smart according to his parents, those very same who had not hesitated to sell him to the devil. He would pay them a visit someday.... All he had to do was to find a way out.
The young boy already had the occasion to see the mirrors room. He had observed them and had seen the worlds through them.
Waterdeep, Neverwinter, Luskan..... And of course.... Baldur's Gate. This is where he once lived, and he was determined to get back there. He would prove to the entire city, and the world, that you wouldn't get rid of him that easily.
Enver smirked at this thought, thinking about his escape, imagining his parent's face when he'd come back. All of this sounded fabulous.
But he had not the time to think any further about it since he noticed someone 3 meters away from him: Luvia. She was standing there, facing him without a word or expression, but her scarlet eyes looked friendly, almost compassionate.
Enver didn't know how long she's been there, but he said nothing. It's been about two weeks since what happened in the prison..
But something had changed since their last encounter. She looked confident, or resigned.
After a few seconds, Enver decided to break the silence.
"You're supposed to stay away from me"
She seemed about to say something, but instead, she assuredly headed towards him and took him in her arms. The young girl couldn't believe she was doing that, but she didn't have the occasion to apologize for what happened to him because of her. And maybe she would never have the opportunity to do it.
Enver's breath got cutted by surprise. He didn't give the hug back, but it didn't stop her from holding him tight against her.
"I am sorry", she finally whispered in his ear.
That was the first time he heard her voice. It was soft and calm, and so different from what he used to hear. Enver was usually surrounded by the Eternal debtors and his jailor. Between the cries of despair or madness from ones and the barks from the other, there was no place for kindness and yet....
It was also pleasant to feel another kind of "grip" for once, he thought.
Luvia could sense his bones through his clothes, and he could feel her little heart beating against him. That sounded weird to him.... He wasn't used to that kind of proximity with anyone. Even with his parents.
Suddenly, she took a step back when she heard Nubaldin in the distance. She didn't want Enver to be punished because of her again... She was scared of the gnome, but she hated him more. She hadn't forgotten his expression while he was beating the young boy before her, how he seemed to have enjoyed it more than he should have. She was hoping to make him pay someday...
The jailor arrived in Enver's back, barking as always.
"Hey shithead, you...", the gnome stopped himself and talked in a softer tone, which surprised his prisoner as it was very unusual from him, "Oh, Milady", he made a little bow, "My apologies, I hope you haven't been bothered by this...", he was looking for the right words but didn't find anything correct to say,".... Anyway, it won't happen again"
"You're the only one who's bothering me right now", she cutted him sharply.
Enver and Nubaldin both looked at her with astonishment. None of them was expecting her to say that... And to be honest, Luvia didn't either.
She happened to hear Raphael talking like this sometimes, and she had noticed the effect it had on people. She wanted to try it too.
Nubaldin went pale, "Of course Milady, I beg your pardon"
The young girl restreinted herself from smiling whereas she felt a pleasant feeling. She could almost understand Raphael, it gave her a sensation of.... Power ? Authority. That was a somewhat vague subject to her but it seemed to work somehow.
But.... What was next ? What was she supposed to say after that ? Her brief moment of glory quickly vanished at this question.
Luvia did her best to keep her calm and started to look for something to say.
"Aren't you able to speak to him without yelling ?", she asked rethorically.
"I.... Well, yes, I suppose...", he answered, frustrated and looking at Enver from the corner of his eyes, "But, you know... I'm not but a servent to my Lord and Raphael gave me specifical instructions for.."
"Does it imploy to be as noisy as possible ?", she continued.
Nubaldin looked annoyed. He didn't like Luvia. Not only because she was another child to handle, but mostly because of her sufficient look. He didn't understand why she was so important to his master. To him, she was nothing but another arrogant little brat.
"Should I report to Raphael that his beloved daughter disobeyed him again ?"
"What do you mean ? I was on my way to my chamber", she said, frowning.
"Maybe....", he said shrugging his shoulders, "Or maybe not. After all, I just arrived and you two were here.... Together. And if I remember well, Raphael wasn't really happy about it the last time".
Nubaldin knew that Luvia admired his boss as much as she was scared of his wrath.
Enver could sense her frustration. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. Her eyes even began to glow for a moment, but she remained inflexible.
"That's what I thought", he added with a satisfied grin, then he looked at the boy, "You, with me. I'm not done with you yet, you bastard".
Enver wanted to fight back, he couldn't bear to be treated like that by this idiot. But he needed to keep a low profil if he wanted to have a chance to escape. He couldn't risk having his surveillance reinforced because of a misstep, so he followed the gnome without any protest.
Luvia wanted to smile at him, to make him know he wasn't alone, that she cared. She really did. But her anger towards Nubaldin was so strong she couldn't feel anything else at this very moment.
She looked at him go without a word and ended up losing sight of them.
She stayed in the corridors for a few seconds, thinking about what just happened, and what could happen to the young boy.
Anyways, she looked forward to grow up to show Nubaldin who he was dealing with...
To be continued....
Bonus:
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can u do something cute like reader has their wisdom teeth taken out and is all loopy and fluffy while tae takes care of them? :)
Hello! this is super cute thank u anon !!
Also, ive recieved some other asks and I will definitely start writing and posting them tomorrow!! thank you all for sending, I love your ideas.
Ice cream- kth drabble.
warnings-mentions of blood.
Taehyung stood over the small fish tank which resided in the waiting room of the dentists office. You had gone in a few hours earlier for the removal of your wisdom teeth, something you tried multiple times to get out of.
"arent you a little old to be at the childrens dentist?" Taehyung turns his head to see a smug looking 13 year old with crossed arms. He raised his eyebrows, suprised.
to be fair, 1, he was here for you, and 2, yeah...you were too old to be coming to the pediatrics center. He told you so many times to switch to his dentist but you refused, he just assumed they would drop you as a patient eventually considering you are now in your mid 20's.
"is Kim Taehyung here?" an older lady stepped out from behind the front desk to call him, grabbing his attention as he turned away from the weird child.
"thats me" he raised his hand
"great! Y/N is all set, she is just waking up now" the woman spoke, allowing him to follow behind her down the hallway which was filled with children's drawings and stickers. he smiled to himself before being directed into a room with another assistant.
he couldn't hold back his laughs when he saw you, now sitting up, in a reclined seat. "hi sweetheart, you did it!" he cheered, coming over and brushing your hair out of your face, noticing the puffiness of your cheeks and jaw.
your eyes scanned over him momentarily before widening them, suddenly remembering who he was. "tae!" you sat up more, "look what they did to me!" you mumbled before you reached into your mouth, pulling out a blood soaked wad of cotton.
"woah, no, no baby, leave that in there, ok?" taehyung panicked, turning to the nurse as she prepped a new cotton pad to place against your gums.
"did you see it?" you murmured, words hard to make out.
"yes, I did. how dare they." he shook his head and returned his seat next to you once the nurse finished, handing him your discharge papers to sign so he could take you home.
"can we leave, jesus christ, they are gonna kill me" the younger nurse laughed at your words, taking back the paper work from tae.
"baby no ones gonna kill you, ok? I love you, im proud of you" he beamed, scanning your eyes. "youre kinda cute" you smile, completely ignoring him and focusing on his hair and face. "gimme a kiss" you whined.
he leaned to kiss your forehead, "cmon lets go home and have ice cream, yeah?"
"ice cream?" you whipped your head around
"mhm"
you started to tear up, cupping his face as he laughed. "baby why the tears?"
"because, I love ice cream and I love you" you cried
Tae chuckled and stood up, holding your hand.
"dont laugh at me, youre just like them" you said, pointing at the 'evil' nurses to the side.
"they are very nice people, sweetheart, they helped get rid of your yucky teeth" he spoke softly as he helped you into a wheel chair.
"oh if you wanna defend them why dont you just marry them?" you mumble yelled in his face, making him shake his head and apologize to the nurse who found the situation hilarious.
"im already getting married to someone" he smiled
"who?" you gasped, seeming angry as he wheeled you out of the room.
"look at your hand, dummy"
you look down to see a ring on your finger, gasping once again
"what the fuck? we are getting married?!!" you shout, causing tae to panic and cover your mouth, "baby shhhh" he laughed once you reached the parking lot, helping you into the car.
you turned to the nurse who also had come out to help and pointed at tae, whispering loudly "im marrying him"
"oh he is a lucky man" the older lady laughed and took back the wheelchair once you were out and into the passenger seat.
once you were buckled, tae got in and began to drive home. you were restless and continued to whine. "hold the ice pack on your jaw, my love, it'll help" he looked over and moved your hand back up.
"It hurts" you pouted and tried (once again) to pull out the cotton.
"y/n stop, im serious. its there for a reason" taehyung struggled to keep you in his view of vision as he drove.
"you hate me!!!" you cried and turned your entire body to face the window, while he just simply looked at you with a blank expression.
"mkay" he spoke, turning his eyes back to the road. "no ice cream then i guess"
"youre turning against me" you spoke after a moment.
"baby, im trying to help you"
"you are turning against me. and then you will turn against Yeontan, and then your parents, and then when we have kids you will turn against them too and th-"
taehyung stopped at the red light and reached for your hand. "I know you are loopy as hell right now and dont even know whats happening but stop talking like that, I love you and your bloody mouth. now keep the cotton in there until we get home"
you glared at him and then stared out the window.
Of course this silent treatment ended the moment you were in bed and given a bowl with vanilla ice cream in it.
taehyung came back into the room to put a more firm pillow behind your head, as well as an extra blanket over your feet. He giggled and kissed your nose, stepping back to take a picture of you under the nest of sheets.
"you look like a little squirrel" he spoke, cupping your face.
"am i a cute squirrel?" you asked
"obviously" tae moved and sat next to you, kissing your cheek before resting his head on your shoulder. "is it good?"
"so good" you smiled weakly and grabbed a spoonful to feed to him, making him open his mouth and taste it. "thank you"
you both sat quietly as you watched tv before you suddenly spoke up.
"tae"
"hm?"
"dont ever make me go back to the dentist again" you threatened, pointing the spoon at him.
"okay, noted."
a/n- I had fun writing this
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If you are ever down I would love your take on a Luke with a ND partner, maybe one who isn't expressive or picks up on social cues. says what ever comes to mind. Takes things a little too literally, is blunt in conversations. Like someone who struggles with their tone so people think they're bored or mean when they really have constantly racing thoughts and new ideas and are always open to new relationships.
I'm pretty sure it has never taken me this long to answer an ask before, but I wanted to make sure I'd put the same time and effort into yours as I did with every other one so far. Sadly I never seemed to get the free time to do so until now, so I REALLY want to thank you for your patience, anon, and hope you're happy with the result🩵
Please note though that for requests like these I'm only able to draw from my own experiences which possibly differ from those of others.
Accordingly nothing I said about "you" is meant to impose any kind of insinuations about behavioral patterns on those reading this, nor is it my intention to criticize or sound harsh in any way.
It goes without saying that Luke, as a friend as well as a partner, couldn't be any more wonderful to be around and I believe that especially for someone on the neurodivergent spectrum it's basically a dream come true to date him.
(Apart from that he's definitely that one friend who listens to you when you think nobody else does and waits for you when you need to stop to tie your shoe laces.)
He's empathetic and sensitive to the emotions of those surrounding him and thus would never make you feel like you don't belong, are weird for acting a certain way, or like you'd be better off pretending to be something you're not to "fit in".
And while Luke's connection to the Force certainly adds a lot to the fact that he has no trouble reading you, he would manage to just as well without it.
Still there's no denying how useful his abilities could prove themselves to be in a relationship, especially should his partner struggle with expressing themselves.
I won't go into much more detail though, because many of the things I already talked about in my other posts regarding his understanding and supportive character can be applied here as well.
(e.g. Master Luke Skywalker headcanons, Luke with a partner on their period, Luke x a reader with mental health issues, breaking down in front of Luke)
However I think it'd be really interesting to take a look at his initial reaction to getting to know a neurodivergent person with the behavioral features you described since I believe they differ depending on which Luke era we're talking about.
• ANH Luke wouldn't even bat an eye
• on Tatooine everyone has to put up a rough exterior in order to protect oneself
• it's not a place of friendly conversations and common niceties; people know they're better off minding their business and staying on their own
• you're very blunt and speak your mind?
• you seem unfazed, even bored during most encounters?
• good for you, it's not easy to navigate this corner of the galaxy and much safer to hold others at a distance
• growing up Luke came across a wild array of all kinds of beings too, one more interesting (and really scary) than the other
• he's not put off, instead even used to supposed unfriendliness
• also he doesn't know anything about where you're from and your people, maybe that's just the way they are and how you were raised?
• he probably thinks you're very cool too
• because surely you have seen a lot? Been on great adventures across the galaxy?
• he really wants to do the same
• if you come across as mean without meaning to it's not a big deal, it only makes him want to spend even more time with you
• ("if mean, then why friend-shaped??")
• most importantly ANH Luke judges a person more by their actions than their words, so there is absolutely no need to worry about how he may perceive you
• it's safe to say you're not getting rid of him as it's nearly impossible to shake him off once he decides he wants to be someone's friend
• he's more than delighted once you get to know each other better and it turns out his intuition was right!
• ESB Luke, on the other hand, may be a bit slower to come around
• not necessarily because he dislikes you but because he doesn't have the time nor the patience to put effort into really getting to know you
• people talk and so he probably heard a thing or two that has him eyeing you curiously
• most likely he won't pay you much mind as he's gone most of the time anyways
• generally speaking though, I think you'd get along pretty well, Luke is a friendly and open minded person after all and would surely grow fond of your quirks before even knowing about their source
• still there's a possibility of the two of you butting heads should it come to an actual meeting
• nothing really severe, of course, but still I can see Luke growing easily frustrated at, for example, your lack of expression, or at your questions when you don't quite get something and want to make sure you understood everything correctly
• and while he's not going to show it or tell you outright that he thinks you're a bit annoying, he's not that good at surpressing dramatic sighs or a roll of his eyes
• HOWEVER if you catch him off guard with blunt words said in a tone that could come across as mean it could definitely get a rise out of him
• after all we get to see that he has developed a certain attitude; he's snippy, quick to talk and slightly judgemental
• (mainly towards Han and Yoda but I can see him acting this way quite often because of all that he's being put through)
• I'm sure that under different circumstances Luke wouldn't react as strongly but with how things are during ESB he might hurt your feelings without meaning to
• once the dust settles and he has a quiet moment to himself he'll feel awful though and most likely seek you out to make amends
• naturally RotJ Luke is a different story altogether
• (the character development this man went trough is absolutely crazy, and I'm amazed every time I do comparisons like these)
• before even taking to you for the first time he'd regard you with a warmth and patience you seldom get to experience
• he quietly smiles to himself when he overhears you having a conversation in that special way of yours or when he senses something sparking an idea
• he appreciates your bluntness
• maybe at first you'd think he's laughing at you but don't worry, he just thinks you're cute
• he feels you in the Force, senses your excitement, your curiosity
• it draws him in
• he is able to see you as a whole, not just what you present on the outside, and so isn't deterred by what others would view as a potential attack or criticism
• (take notes ESB Luke)
• once you've grown closer he's always there to point out social clues you might have missed and/or walks you through certain situations to explain how your behavior might have looked to others when it's something you're worried about
• often he knows what you're going to say before you do and, if that's what you want, gives you a sign you agreed upon, letting you know if maybe it'd bet better for you to be silent instead
• (he absolutely explains dumb sexual jokes to you when you don't get them and I don't care how self indulgent this is, I could really use someone to do that for me, thank you very much)
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Muzan x Male Reader x Kagaya Ubuyashiki
Part 3
He picked up his child as she touched the wisterias. He prayed that she would love a good life that one day he'd be able to put down the sword and give her a peaceful life. His eyes gazed over the trees before seeing Miss Ubuyashiki, he gave a small bow before she gave him a soft smile. "M/n," she reached over and gently patted C/n's hair. "I'm sorry, I tried to get here before he got to you. I know you can't say no." She cupped his face. "He should only have you in mind." He whispered apologetic as she shook his head. "He's always had you. I knew this but I can see it's draining you. You'll escape. He's much kinder than the other, right?" He nodded. "You'll be free when the demons are gone. Your clan will no longer be forced to serve another clan again. I have hope." His heart felt hurt, she was so understanding that it pained him.
She loves Kagaya and adored M/n.
If this is what is needed to keep the peace. She would gladly share.
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M/n took on another mission, his eyes gleamed as he saw how dangerous the mission was... He looked over to his child before looking at Kagaya. "Master, please look after them." Kagaya looked confused before seeing the color of the letter. "M/n! Wait!" He shifted but the h/c male was already gone.
He rushed forward as he entered an infested village. With silent steps, he entered the village and got immediately attacked. He needed to make sure he wouldn't be hurt, cut, or even bitten. He wasn't going to be like his previous ancestors. He raised his weapon, attacked repeatedly before a demon took him by surprise. His eyes widened as it unhinged its jaw.
He couldn't dodge it.
"Enough."
Muzan appeared, holding his hand out, grabbing the demon by its face before crushing it. "Looks like tradition can't be rid of after all." M/n stared. He bit his lip as he shakily put his sword down in its sheath. Placing it in front of his knees as he lowered his head. "I am the 95th of the L/n bloodline," his voice was steady but his body shook. He never expected to be out in this position. Why was he sent to this village?
It was a greedy of multiple of lower ranked demon slayers, who once lived in the infested village. He was set up and somehow managed to fake a letter color that was banned and burned out of existence. If he knew, he wouldn't have blamed them. After all, this was the reason for his clan to the demon slayer corp.
"I have one wish. Please leave this village. Let the humans be free of your touch." He unsheathed his sword before pointing it at his stomach. Each movement is precise and unwavering. He was taught this repeatedly as a child. "Please accept my flesh as payment." Muzan watched with curious eyes before heading the sword plunge into his stomach.
A deathly blow.
Muzan saw it many times, this was this humans second time. He saw the blood escape from the wound before hearing the choked coughs. His body slumped to the floor. "M/n-san!" The hashiras shouted seeing the slumped body. "No! Everyone stop!" Uzui shouted, he knew about the tradition. He was told about it from his father, it was something of a myth as demonslayers had more people... But to see it.
Someone they respect sacrificed themselves for the lives of humans, despite his will of not being the next killed over human greed. They all knew he would never blame those who sent him to his death. It was a tradition for L/n. "This sacrifice is definitely one of a kind." He picked up the dying body. "Normally, I would eat him... How could I eat my lover?" His smile grew seeing the light slowly become dull. "My dear, you think I would let you escape so easily?"
"Take him." He placed the body down before bending down to kiss the dying male. He tasted his blood and smiled. "I should stop before I actually eat you." He whispered licking his lips before disappearing. "Hurry! Take him back to the Corp!" The hashiras rushed forward, Shinobu began to treat him with whatever she could. The other hashiras began to kill off the demons trying to get close to the s/c male.
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M/n didn't wake up. He wouldn't wake up. Kagaya was going to his room every night, reminiscing and talking about what he did today. How his children were getting stronger and ready for missions. Then how his biological children were worried for the male, he wouldn't let them see M/n in such a state after seeing his own slow death.
His hand brushed over his hair before removing it... His eyes widened seeing his skin slowly being infected. That's why he wouldn't wake up, he grabbed the wisteria and tossed them out of the room. He snatched everything that was related to the flower. "No, this wasn't supposed to happen." He whispered praying that Muzan didn't take what was his.
Muzan smiled as he brushed his fingertips over his lips. He bit his bottom lip, letting his blood slip into their kiss. "I wonder how long it'll take."
It didn't take long. M/n woke up, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the man who looked close to tears. "You've turned..." He whispered in tears, clinging to his gown. "You're a demon, M/n." The two stayed in silence. "Kill me." He only got sobs in return. "There's hope, a new child came with a demon. She doesn't attack humans. If we can just," The s/c male stared at him, his eyes shifting from demons to his e/c, he was controlling himself. "If you won't then I'll have someone else do it."
The two argued until Kagaya got sick. A nurse slayer rushed in before gasping at the sight of the man. "D... Demon!" She shouted before more slayers came in... Then the hashiras. "Don't! Don't you dare kill him! Stand down." Kagaya ordered as he reached over hugging his face. "Kagaya, I can feel him calling me. You need to kill me."
"I refuse!"
M/n was locked up in fear of running or an attempt on his life.
No expected that he charmed a guard into releasing him. He gazed at the night sky. The sun was rising. He closed his eyes ready to accept that he was going to die. His e/c fully goes into a demonic one. "Don't be silly." His eyes were covered before being pulled into the shadows. "I won't let you go, we have a long life ahead of us."
It continued, Muzan finally had the human in his clutches. And soon after he had C/n. Who happily played with him and M/n. M/n, a demon agreed to stay if he let his child be free. To die as a human. Muzan didn't like it but agreed. The upper moons didn't take kindly to the new demon. The child was in a different situation, they couldn't do anything as Muzan claimed the child as his.
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"Stop it." Muzan smiled as he hugged the b/t male. He peppered kisses against his neck before lightly taking bites. He may be human but he still tasted human. It was addicting. He kissed him with bloodied lips before slipping his hand into his kimono. "I love you." He whispered into the kisses. His heart fluttered, as sick as it was, M/n still loved the demon. It was in a tug and war. He wasn't human anymore.
He wouldn't get scolded anymore.
He stopped resisting, slowly matching the desperate kisses from the demon who was on top.
"I love you too."
Muzan smiled.
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M/n's eyes widened seeing Muzan's head fly off.
"M/n!" The remaining demonslayers shouted seeing their old superior, the remaining pillars stared in shock. He was crying. He held the child in his arms before taking steps towards the hashiras. "Can you... Take care of them for me?" He spoke as tears fell. He leaned down and kissed the screaming child's forehead as they tried reaching out for him.
"Papa! No! Don't leave me!"
He sobs as he pressed his forehead against theirs.
"Let's meet again my precious baby. Let us all meet again."
He gave a smile to the group as the sun slowly began to burn his body. Handed his sword to them. "Please tell my crow I'm sorry."
He looked at the child once more.
"I adore you my child. I hope I freed you from tradition." He whispered finally turning to dust.
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congrats on 200! :D scaramouche + zombie costume + child reader?
Scaramouche and Child!Reader
200 follower event
Purely platonic. Reblogs appreciated.
Scaramouche didn't care for Halloween. The only reason why he was sighing and staring at his costume in the mirror right now was because the 12th fatui harbinger bribed him into it.
Both harbingers made it to the city. "Well, I'm going. You better not run away." Childe disappeared into the city.
Getting blackmailed was worse. Scaramouche was pushed outside to go to Inazuma city. "For what reason?" Scaramouche almost whined. "Oh come on, Balladeer." Childe was careful not to ruin his own costume. "You need to stop acting so grumpy. Today's a holiday! Just relax and go up to people's doors and ask for candy."
Scaramouche squinted, blinded by the bright Halloween themed lights in contrast to the dark night.
He resisted scratching his neck, which felt tingly due to the sloppy green paint. A sigh fell from his lips as he reluctanty started making his way through the crowds, knowing that Childe wouldn't let him off the hook if he ditched Halloween.
Halloween was pretty boring so far... Until Scaramouche felt a stare. It seemed like an innocent stare, so he tried to ignore it. It was hard when the presence kept getting closer.
"Hey, mister..?" It was a child. Scaramouche stared down at you. "Are you a real zombie?" He was hesitant to answer, not knowing how to deal with kids. After a few moments he slowly nodded.
"Oh, it is a real zombie!" You tried to contain your excitement, looking up at the zombie in awe. "I heard that zombies don't talk, so I know you're telling the truth." Welp, guess he's not allowed to speak anymore.
Scaramouche internally sighed. He knew full well that you definitely wouldn't leave him anytime soon.
You told him to follow you so you could "help him trick–or–treat." Rambling mindlessly to him, you noticed he was only walking behind you. You came to a halt, and so did he.
"Oh I remember, zombies walk slow." In truth, Scaramouche didn't trust you enough to walk beside you. "Well, 's okay. I can help." You stumbled on your words innocently as you took his hand in your smaller one. The zombie had no choice, now walking beside you, hand tense.
"Look!" You pulled out your candy bag. "'s a lot of candy!" Hearing your little giggle, Scaramouche couldn't stay mad at you for long.
After knocking on a few doors to ask for candy, the harbinger got used to you dragging him around. When you were done trick–or–treating, you sat Scaramouche down at a restaurant.
"Hello! Would you like to order anything?" A waiter came up to you two. "Uhh, water! 'Cause it can get rid of cavities, right?" You looked at the waiter, the zombie, and back. "Of course! Anything for you, sir?" Scaramouche closed his mouth as soon as he opened it. He shook his head no.
When the waiter left, you suddenly went quiet to enjoy your candy. You offered your new zombie friend one, and Scaramouche surprisingly accepted the candy. You looked up at the stars. "Ou wait. I think I gotta go home now," you pouted.
"...Are we friends now?" You faced Scaramouche. He thought for a moment. Well, if it would make you–a child who was kind towards him–happy... He nodded his head.
You smiled. "Yay! Now I know we will see each other again!" You jumped off your chair, holding your bag of candy. "Bye mister!" The zombie slowly waved goodbye, watching as you ran back to where you came from.
The harbinger was dumbfounded, staring at his hands and thinking about everything that happened. Soon after, the same waiter gave him a glass of water. Scaramouche didn't touch the glass, only stared at it.
"Oh? What do we have here?" Tartaglia greeted the zombie and took a seat on the chair you used. "I saw everything. But, you probably already know that." The ginger laughed softly. "I truly didn't expect the almighty Balladeer to go soft for a child."
Scaramouche glared at the taller male. Childe raised his hands in defense. "Alright, alright... I'll get to the point." Scaramouche let out a little "hmph" and rest his head on his hand.
"You know, I actually know the kid you were hanging out with." The Balladeer raised his brow, side glaring Tartaglia. "Their past is sort of tragic, but I won't get into full detail."
Childe rest his head on his hand aswell, getting a better look at his fellow harbinger. He hesitated to continue. "You know, Scaramouche... I've never actually seen the kid happy. I've never even seen them smile. But, tonight was..."
Scaramouche stared at the glass once again, remembering the way you often smiled up at him. "Ah, but you get my point already. Anyway, there are kids waiting for me to trick–or–treat with them. See you at work tomorrow." And just like that, Tartaglia disappeared into the city once again.
The Balladeer stared at his hand that was painted green, turning it around to observe his palm. He could see some of the paint has been messily wiped off, like another person's hand was holding his.
He used the same hand to drink the glass of water before calling it a day and heading home.
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lonely
Request: Maybe brenner said something to the nurse or she saw something that made her upset. Peter comforts reader.
Word Count: 1100ish
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When you first arrived at the lab, you were excited to make friends and bond with people you'd be around daily for the following year. Still, bonding only happened with one person, and even then, you couldn't tell if you were only friends because of your situation or if you could leave the lab and still get along in the outside world.
Feeling lonely wasn't typical for you, but you felt it nearly every day for the last month. You missed your parents, your siblings, and your friends. You missed socializing with more than five people a day.
You weren't allowed to be around the children anymore; last time, you got an insight into how they were being punished, and not only did you completely lose your mind, but you're massive meltdown proved to Dr. Martin Brenner that you weren't cut out for that side of things even though your job title was nursing.
You weren't supposed to take breaks whenever you wanted but needed to find Peter. He was the only person who would be excited with you, and though he never showed many expressions, you knew he would at least give you one of his crooked smiles and a pat on the back. Human connection wasn't a regular thing here; your body craved affection today.
Opening the breakroom door, Peter is leaning against the counter and stirring sugar into his coffee. His eyebrow raises when you enter; he's attempting to dissect why you're smiling at him and in such a good mood when nothing exciting is happening.
"Hello?" He chuckles. "You're chipper this morning." Peter drinks his coffee, waiting for you to tell him your reasons.
"Tomorrow is the day!" You playfully shimmy up to his side, rubbing your shoulder against his. "I finally get to leave!" Your bright smile nearly shatters the glass windows, and you don't plan to let anything ruin your day.
Smirking, he sets his coffee on the counter and loosely wraps his arm around your shoulder. "I'm happy for you." He lies. "But I'll miss you." He clears his throat to get rid of any emotions in his voice.
"What was that?" You childishly nuzzle your face toward the crook of his neck. "Can you say that a little bit louder? I don't think I heard you correctly." You taunt.
He drops his arm from around you and steps back from you, his eyes deadening when you ask him to repeat himself. He didn't want to admit he was having difficulty with you leaving. He knew, more than likely, he would die here and never see you again.
"Fine." You stick your tongue out at him. "I'll miss you too, though." Your hand rests on his should, and you give him a light squeeze. You didn't expect him to be upset you were leaving.
The breakroom door opens, showing Brenner standing with files in his hand. He glances up, seeing your hand resting on Peter's bicep. You quickly drop your arm to your side and look everywhere but him. "I need you in my office." he points at you, and before words come out of your mouth, he has left, closing the door loudly behind him.
You dramatically shiver and rub your hands down your arms. "My heart drops every time I see that man."
Peter couldn't imagine how you might feel if you saw who he used to be before Martin made it impossible for him to use his powers. Would you think he was a monster?
"I guess I should go."
Peter nods, "I'll find you later and help you pack. I'm glad one of us is getting out of here." He opens the door for you giving you one last smirk before you leave. "Don't sign anything you haven't read. Read everything." He warns you.
You stop in your tracks, "I don't know that I read the entire contract when I signed it." You look around the hallways, suddenly feeling nervous. "I tried to, but he rushed me, and I needed the job. You don't think I signed something I shouldn't have, do you?"
He shrugs, "Only one way to find out."
You dreaded the walk to Brenner's office; it wasn't where you often found yourself. You stop in front of his door and lightly knock. It takes him no more than ten seconds to fling the door open. He waves you in as he walks back to his desk; he drops your file on his desk. "You're scheduled to leave tomorrow."
You sit down in the empty chair across his desk. "Yes, sir."
"I'm afraid I can't allow that." His lips press together, and he pretends to be sorry, but deep down inside, he doesn't give a shit about your feelings. "We lost our nurse in D2, and I need you to take her place. I'm sure you know per the contract that I can change your release dates if something like this occurs."
You feel like he punched you in the stomach. Your mouth drops, and you feel your eyes sting but refuse to let him see you cry. You will not cry in front of the monster himself. "Oh," You swallow hard. "How long will you need me?" You bite the inside of your cheeks and tap your foot against the concrete floor. You needed to get the hell out of there.
"Until we find a replacement, and with how things are going, that could be a few weeks or months. It's hard to say." He leans back in his chair, "Now go on. I'm sure you have plenty of work to do."
Lazily you slide out of the chair with slumped shoulders and tear-filled eyes. You walk out the door. You jog down the hallway until you reach your room. When you enter, you see Peter sitting on your bed.
His eyes are soft while observing you, "Shit," He mutters; things didn't go how either of you expected. "Come sit." He pats the side of your bed, and you do as you're told.
"I thought I was going home." You snivel. "Now, I don't know when I'll see anyone." You lean your back against the wall and look up at the ceiling to blink your tears away, but the moment Peter wraps his arm around you and drags you to his chest, your tears are no longer hidden, and you let it all out.
He rubs your arm, attempting to soothe you. He figured something like this would happen; Martin Brenner didn't let anyone leave. The only way out was death.
"I'm so sorry." His cheek lays on the top of your head. "Get it all out." He coos. "When we go back out there, no more crying; you can't let him know he's winning." Peter gives you one last tight squeeze before pulling away from you. He runs his thumbs under your eyes and wipes the puddles from your skin. He brings his lips to your forehead and gently kisses your soft skin; he quietly speaks. "I'll get you out of here one way or another.”
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excerpt from chapter 11 of Five Stages Of Love
The O.W.L.s were finally over and James was sure he aced all of them. Well, all except History, which he failed on purpose. No one in their right mind would bother with professor Bins for two more years, and while James knew he was short of a marble or two, his mental faculties weren't that bad. With exams over, there was one last thing for the students of Hogwarts to worry about; the last Quidditch match of the year.
There was a lot of tension between the Slytherins and the Gryffindors, despite the Gryffindors not participating in the match. The Hufflepuffs couldn't dream of getting more points than Gryffindors, not even if they caught the snitch, but they could stop Slytherins from advancing. All Samuel had to do was catch the snitch as soon as possible so that the Slytherin team wouldn't have time to score enough points to beat Gryffindor. The Slytherins were well aware, and they were willing to do anything they could to win.
The two teams rose in the air as Madam Hook gave her signal. The Gryffindor team and their friends were all equipped with their own omnioculars, and were shaking with anticipation in their seats. No one dared to make a sound as Terry commented on the match.
"... Goyle sends a bludger towards the Hufflepuff keeper. Rebecca avoids it, but Valencia scores! It's 40 against 10 for the Slytherins. Now Sarah's got the quaffle and — Black saw the snitch! The seekers are nosediving. Someone better tell Black to slow down! He's gonna — Ow!"
The entire audience gave out a collective groan.
"Samuel hits the ground as Black pulls up. That must be, what, half a meter off the ground? Now Black is standing there looking at the rival seeker who's still down. Madam Pomfrey is on her way, everyone. Merlin, that doesn't look good... He's not going for the snitch anymore — Damn it, there was no snitch! Sorry, Professor. Now the rest of the players stopped to look at Samuel. He is still not getting up... uhh..."
"C'mon, get up!" shouted Anabella.
"No, he's out. Black took out the Hufflepuff seeker using a very dirty, sneaky — Sorry, Professor. Black used the Wronski Feint on the rival seeker. We're only 10 minutes in, people! This is the shortest game I've ever — He's still not doing anything. Is this allowed? Is that allowed?"
That had been the Slytherins' plan, to get rid of the other seeker so Regulus could wait patiently until his team scored enough points to win the cup. McGonagall gestured angrily, shouting at Regulus to get back to the game. He started making circles around the field, but everybody could tell he was not entirely into it. The Gryffindor teammates were equal parts angry and baffled, watching as the Quidditch cup slipped further and further away from them with every goal Slytherin scored. Sirius was the only one close to tears from laughter, with James right next to him trying to hide his smirk. It was a damn good plan, he had to admit it.
"Why are you laughing?" asked Anabella. "We're losing the cup!"
This, somehow, only made Sirius laugh harder. "Yeah, because of that little shit."
Mary hid her face in her hands. "Should have kicked him off the broom when I had the chance," she said, her words muffled by the meat of her palms.
James could barely hear the whining from his teammates as Regulus made his way towards them once more. This time he began to slow down. Through the omniocular, James got a great view of him, almost as good as if he were right in front of him. Regulus raised a hand to push back his bangs, not long enough to be tied back, but long enough to bother him, apparently. He shifted his gaze towards the Gryffindor team, then he smirked, just a little, as if the entire situation amused him, and winked. He went away before James' mind could process what was happening.
"Did he just wink at us?" asked Laura.
"Smug bastard," mumbled Anabella. "Sirius, stop laughing!"
In the end, Slytherins won the cup with exactly 10 points more than Gryffindors.
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Content warning: guilt, arguments, attempted kidnapping.
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Chapter 5
Under Watch
"It's like they know. Can dementors speak?"
Felix shrugged. "Not that I know of, but that's not to say other soul sucking monsters couldn't."
"Soul sucking monsters?" Ominis asked softly.
Half laughing, Felix replied. "Politicians."
"What exactly did you do before you were imprisoned?"
He nearly straightened up. "I was an auror, I knew Solomon Sallow as well as Aesop Sharp. I worked with them on occasion. Never liked Sallow- Uh, no offense," he said shooting Sebastian a quick glance, who waved it off. "Sharp though, he had a good head on his shoulders, a bit cocky, it was bound to get him eventually."
Ominis leaned against the wall with a small sigh. "He limps now."
"Yeah, but he's still gifted with a wand and potions. Those are a powerful combination."
You stood up to start pacing, feeling like you'd lose your mind if you didn't move.
"That's all well and good, but what are we going to do about those confidential papers? We can't just ignore them and we can't assume they're genuine either."
"I can tell you, breaking into the Ministry isn't going to be easy," Felix replied shaking his head.
"Unless one of these aurors watching us escorts me to the Ministry. Of course I'd probably have to go face to face with the Minister-"
"No."
You glanced between Sebastian and Felix, who both spoke at the same time.
Ominis chuckled softly as if knowing something you didn't. "I would have to agree with them actually. What's to stop the aurors from putting you in Azkaban for merely being suspicious of you?"
You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.
"Fine, but we still need to confirm these documents."
Sebastian bumped your shoulder when you crossed your arms. "How about a little trip to Feldcroft? If Solomon was working with them, then he'd have something incriminating there."
"People will recognize you."
He chuckled softly. "Yes, because no one has created a potion to make someone look like another."
"You don't exactly have somebody to turn into Sebastian."
"Don't I, Ominis?"
Rolling your eyes, you cut over Ominis's reply. "I didn't bust you out of Azkaban so you can be careless Sebastian."
"I'll be careful."
"I will apparate you back to Azkaban," you warned, but you knew your threat was hallow.
By the grin he gave, he knew it too. "No you won't. You like me too much."
He tossed his arm over your shoulders, in a playful manner.
"Don't make things weird. I just don't want it to be for nothing," you replied pinching his hand.
He chuckled, but never pulled back.
Felix glanced at Ominis. "They don't see it, do they?"
"What can I say, they're dense," he replied, slightly annoyed. "Now, it would be better if her and I go alone. We wouldn't raise suspicion if we go gathering Anne's belongings."
"And if the aurors try to take you two?"
"It won't make things easier if you and Felix tag along and are spotted. Besides, they'll know something is up seeing as the last couple months only Omni and I have visited that house."
"She's right. In any case if we wait any longer the aurors could have a chance at getting rid of the evidence," Felix added, though he still sounded unhappy about it.
Sebastian's arm tightened for a second before he stepped away. "Fine, I know when I'm out numbered."
You couldn't help but glance to Ominis, who was also puzzled. Sebastian wasn't one to back down.
He laughed at the exchange. "I learned a thing or two from our previous adventures. I will just go and make myself at home here."
"Well, whatever, I need to get some things ready just in case we are ambushed."
You and Ominis made sure to travel from the undercroft to Feldcroft, instead of walking the whole way, but once you entered the house, Anne was sitting at the table.
"I knew you would return," she said over her shoulder. "I never expected you two would break him out."
Ominis fell quiet, so you took the reigns. "Why are you suddenly assuming we did anything?"
She sighed as she stood. "I know, because no one else would dare try it, but Sebastian killed our uncle. He should pay for what he's done."
Anger instantly bubbled up as your own guilt from your hand in his fate and the night your dad died, weighed heavily.
"Okay, you know what? I'm sick and tired of hearing about Solomon's death being the only thing you care about."
"Excuse me?!"
You nodded. "Yeah, completely done with it. Yes, someone you loved died, but that same guy was abusing your brother. Bullying him, while you watched and did absolutely nothing about it. Sure, you couldn't stop him physically, but that mouth clearly works. Your brother risked everything to save your life. The last of his family he thought cared about him and your first idea was chuck him in Azkaban."
"You didn't think it was a bad idea enough to voice this then, why now?"
"I did say you were making a rash decision due to fresh wounds, you ignored it. Solomon wasn't a good guy, no matter what your brain tells you. He made you believe it because he made you dependant on him. Your life was literally in his hands and he was going to watch you die."
"Easy," Ominis whispered, his voice trembled at how angry yours sounded.
"There was no way to break curses like this!"
You gave her a look. "Your head's so far up Solomon's ego, you're not thinking for yourself. If there was no way to break curses then why does the Ministry employ cures breakers? As an auror, Solomon would have known that," you said as she glared at you with her hands clenched into fists. "You know according to some papers we found, Solomon was going to kill me and Sebastian that night in the catacombs. Isn't that fantastic? The worst part of this whole thing is that Sebastian gave up his childhood for you and as thanks, you stole the rest of his life."
Ominis sighed when she started crying, though she quickly left and he turned his head toeards you.
"Was that really necessary?"
"Yes it was," you hissed back, before heading towards the desks. "I get it, she misses the guy, but her brother is still alive and I haven't heard a worry out of her about him. Have you?"
He didn't reply, so you started searching for anything incriminating.
Whenever you'd find something that looked important, you'd store it in your bag.
"The aurors have found us," Ominis said from the other room, making you look back, only to find him holding a wand on one that entered the house.
"This place is filthy. It's definitely not a dignified place for a Gaunt. So, why don't you go on home and let me ask your friend here a few questions."
You quickly climbed to your feet, seeing the man's wand point at you as he pressed his fingers to his lips in a shushing motion.
"You're not here to talk, otherwise you wouldn't be trying to get me to leave. Why are you here?"
"This doesn't involve you-"
"It does. She's my friend."
The man tsked as he moved to open the door, his mistake was looking out of it to whistle. In that time, you snatched Ominis's arm and apperated home.
Seeing an owl on the counter, holding a letter. You tossed the money in his pouch, took the letter and pushed Ominis through the passage to the undercroft.
"Oh, you're back," Felix said coming over from the corner, seeing the panic on your faces.
"What's wrong?"
"An auror tried to kidnap her, that's what."
You rolled your eyes and focused on the letter as Felix pressed for more information.
-They're on the move. They're onto the possibility you're looking into them. Be careful who you trust. I'll be in touch.-
"What is that?"
You looked up seeing Felix eyeing your letter. "News that came a little late," you admitted, casting a glance around. "Where's Sebastian? I'd have thought he would be pacing a hole in the floor."
"He was, until I tricked him into drinking sleeping draught. He hasn't slept much since the aurors began hawking."
Nodding, you passed the note his way as you gave a small yawn of your own as the adrenaline left your system.
"You should get some sleep while you can."
"I think we should switch where we're staying. I know of a place that could keep us from going crazy by being cooped up."
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(Also. I feel the need to defend my character here, when it came to her rant at Anne. She wasn't meaning to be so cruel, just when you're angry to that point sometimes you say things that hurt other people. She's not proud of it, but in certain things that trigger her own trauma, she doesn't filter her words. She's a *fictional* human too.)
#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt#fanfiction#anne sallow#sebastian sallow x you#sebastian sallow x reader
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Since camp nano is done(goal of 50k reached) I have a chance to work on some Buddie fics as well as my Lucifer/Buck/Eddie WIP.
Heavy is the Ocean story for the adopted cover by @ronordmann
Summary: At one time Buck loved the ocean, then it tried to take those he loves most from him. Now he grapples with a love/hate relationship with it and wants nothing more than to overcome the fear that keeps him from enjoying the water. Eddie vows to be there every step of Buck's journey.
As the World Falls Down another fic for an adopted cover art by the talented @ronordmann
Summary: Desperate to save Daniel Margaret and Philip make a deal with the Fae they will give up their son Evan for the magic to save their wanted son and on his twenty-first birthday Evan will be brought to the Fae court where he will marry Prince Eddie of the Diaz clan.
Unnamed Buddie fic, where Eddie has a stalker who will do anything to get Eddie to themselves, including getting rid of the two most important people in his life, Buck and Christopher.
A Tommy x Buck that endgame pairings are Buddie and Tommy x Ravi.
Pining Eddie and Pining Ravi. Including Bonnie Bennett from TVD as Ravi best friend.
Teaser: Watching Ravi face plant into the couch and try to suffocate himself with his pillow had Bonnie popping the spoon of chocolate ice cream she just fed herself and watched her over dramatic friend.
“So I assume that something big happened today. Ooh did Buddie finally get together.” As Ravi muffled his answer into the pillow. “This time without the pillow.”
Rolling over Ravi looked at Bonnie, a mournful look on his face. “I met Tommy today.”
“And that is a bad thing?” Bonnie asked with a raised eyebrow.
“He is one of the hottest guys I have ever laid eyes on.”
“Okay so not seeing the problem.”
“I wanted him to take me apart, make me a begging mess and then do it all over again. I can't have those kinds of thoughts! He is Buck's boyfriend!”
“Wow, that suck's for you. A total hot top and he is taken.” Bonnie patted Ravi on the head.
“Your compassion is duly noted and not welcomed."
Second teaser: “I asked Marisol to move in with us.” As Christopher stared at him, Eddie grew nervous and wiped his sweat palms on his jeans as he waited for his son to say something. “I know I should have discussed this with you first.”
“Dad, is this because Buck is dating Tommy?
Eddie reared back, “What? No! Buck being bi and having a boyfriend has nothing to do with this.”
The judgemental eyebrow Christopher gave him was his Abuela's. “That's not what I asked. I know you don't have an issue with our Buck being bi. You are his biggest supporter. Dad, you're jealous because it is Tommy dating Buck and not you. You dated Ana for longer than you have Marisol and never gave her a key. Marisol still doesn't have a key and suddenly you are asking her to move in only a few weeks after learning Buck is bi and dating Tommy.”
Eddie could only stare slack jawed at his son.
Reaching out Christopher took one of his dad's hands in his own, “Dad, I am not the only one in this house who has issues in feeling abandoned or why I am not enough for someone to stay. Mom didn't just leave me, she left you too. Marisol is nice but is she the one you want to open your heart to? To live here with us? Because if it is then I support you but maybe you should start by giving her a key and hold off on moving in until you guys have dated for a year.”
“What about you?” Eddie asked in a soft voice.
“We both know who I want here but I support you in whatever you choose as long as it doesn't give you a panic attack.”
Eddie couldn't stop the bark of laughter that escaped him. “I am so lucky to have you as a kid.”
The cheeky look Christopher tossed at him was all him, “Yeah, you are.”
Third teaser: “Would you ever consider getting married again?” Buck's voice is soft as if he doesn't want to break the spell woven around them.
“There is only one person I would consider marrying.” Eddie placed his hand on top of Buck's and the sheer hope in those blue eyes had Eddie licking his suddenly dry lips, “and I am looking at him right now.”
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Mama's girl
Warnings: PURE fluff
Word count: 0.8 K
Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Fem!Reader
Prompt: Cordelia plans the birthday of her wife Y/N, with the help of the girls, and her daughter Leah.
Requests: OPEN
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The steam from the kettle began to come out, causing me to take the kitchen towel and pour the water into my cup and Zoé's, so that she began to prepare her coffee and I prepared my tea.
"So, Y/N is in her cooking class, right?" I asked taking a small sip from my cup
"Yep"
"And the little monkey is still asleep, right?"
“Yes, Delia, relax, everything will be perfect.
Despite fully trusting my girls, this event was really important, so I couldn't calm down so easily, only until I saw Y/N enjoying her surprise.
"Well, I'll go wake up our little monkey."
I went upstairs and walked to the room closest to mine, the one with the purple door; opening the door, I found a quite awake Leah.
"Hello, butterfly"
"Mama!"
The little girl raised her arms, opening and closing her little hands, letting me know that she wanted me to pick her up, while giving me a smile, as sweet as honey
"How was your morning, Miss Leah?"
"I dreamed of elveeesss"
"In fact?"
"Yup"
Despite being just 3 years old, Leah communicated very well, Y/N said it was thanks to being the daughter of the supreme, but, I said it was thanks to the patience of my wife, who tried to read to her and teach her every day.
"Do you like goblins?" I took her in my arms and started down the stairs
"No" she pouted a little, as she crossed her little arms "I like witches"
"Of course, you're a little witch" already downstairs, I started to walk to the dining room while I began to kiss her stomach, making her burst out laughing
"Help" the girl shouted between laughs
"Hey, leave the little monkey alone"
"Okay, I'll just leave you because Aunt Zoe asked" I sat her in her special chair, leaving a loud kiss and put her plate with her breakfast in front of it "do you know what day it is today, Lee?"
"Christmas?" I giggled and shook my head “my happy birday?” I speak the girl with her mouth full
"No, baby, it's mommy's birthday"
"Happy Birday Mommy!"
“Are you going to help me make her surprise?”
“ Yep ”
"But, it's a secret, okay?"
"Yup"
"Okay, finish eating monkey"
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The plan was made, as soon as Y/N got home from her cooking classes, she would be taken by Zoe to the backyard, to find the little picnic, where Leah and I were waiting for her.
At first, I thought of having a big party, full of all our friends, but I remembered that lately Y/N didn't feel like seeing people, so I thought of doing something simple, a nice afternoon with my favorite girls
"Mommy!"
Y/N quickened her steps, giggling and raising her arms, and when he got to us, she quickly scooped up the girl, and threw her into the air, making the girl scream and laugh.
"Hello Princess"
Y/N released the girl, saw what was around her and gave me a beautiful smile
"What is all this? Why are us here?"
Seeing that little Leah had forgotten about today's event, I quickly went over to whisper in her ear and remind her of the date; the little one quickly spoke
"Happy Birday Mommy!"
Leah hugged Y/N's legs, making Y/N's eyes fill with tears.
“Oh thanks baby”
Y/N quickly sat down next to me and took my face in her hands, forcing me to see her beautiful eyes.
“Thank you love, you are very considerate for organizing this for me”
“My baby, I would do anything for you”
Giving me a smile, approaching little by little, until he gave me a deep kiss, which made me close my eyes, enjoying the moment, until Leah fell on my legs
"Mama!"
"Sorry baby, do you want kisses too?"
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"Leah, come on baby, I'm going to buy you an ice cream"
The petite blonde stood up suddenly and walked over to her Aunt Zoe .
"Leah, baby…"
With my right hand, I grabbed Y/N's wrist preventing her from getting up too.
"Leave her, she needs her aunts"
"Are you trying to get rid of your daughter, Miss Goode?"
Y/N asked as he came closer, hugging me in such a way that her head was on my shoulder
“Of course not, you know that Leah is what I love most in life. But, I also missed spending some time alone with you.”
Y/N just let out a small moan of happiness, as she snuggled closer to my chest, until, from one moment to another, she jumped and looked me in the eye
"You don't want to have sex in the garden, do you?"
"No darling" I drew her back to my chest, while letting out a laugh
"Then what do you want to do?"
“I just want to kiss you without a little witch getting jealous”
"It looks like you"
"Of course not!"
"Delia…" Y/N commented with her typical mom's voice.
"Well… yes I'm jealous"
Note:
I'm so sorry for the delay, I've been SO busy with college that I haven't had time to write or edit; But nevertheless, here it is, the ending that Cordelia Goode deserved.
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