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use all of me

Joel Miller x F!Reader [5k] Summary: He knows this is all that most people have got now—shallow encounters to satisfy their loud hollowness. The thing is, Joel thinks you two use each other in more than one way. 📝 I had this idea because @teleiomania (my baby) was babbling about showers together, so here we are. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated if you like this piece of work. warnings⚠️ mature content—explicit depictions of sex, so minors dni. canon-typical topics— war, PTSD, violence, death, depression, drugs & alcohol consumption... etc. proceed with caution. | 🏷️ Tess x Reader (Platonic), penetration (fingering, p in v), dirty talk, cumming inside, unprotected sex, choking, established 'situationship', showering together, hurt/comfort, talks of the past, 10 years past the outbreak.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤSeptember 26, 2013.

Long-distance communication no longer existed inside the QZ. Joel felt kind of happy about that.

He hated the ringing of his phone with the same burning passion he hated people who half-assed a job. Back then, he wished phones no longer existed at least once every single day. Now, he only accepts the crowding murmurs of everything that surrounds them—the yelling, crying, bombing, shots fired, and fire crackling of it all. The war of it all.

In the quietude, Joel thought about intimacy a lot. For some reason.

It was the first thing he noticed, maybe, when it all went to shit ten years ago. How nothing would be private anymore. Individual. Real.

Intimate.

Joel became what everyone else, without a single exception, resulted after the outbreak: a shell of something. For him, there was no room there for intimacy. There just wasn't. Intimacy was a luxury, and for him, being alive meant Joel couldn't afford luxuries.

Which is why he's confused with himself when he ends up at your door, today of all days.

"She needs you, Joel," he thinks. That's why you're here, you dumbass. Three words plus your name, and here. You. Are.

Tommy might've gotten the 'trouble kid' gene, but that apparently didn't exclude Joel from the same level of utter stupidity.

Being somewhere other than his own relocated shoe-box of an apartment with a bottle of booze and a couple of pills in his pocket was mental. But—she needs you. That's what Tess had said. No sugar coating.

For someone like Tess who never lies or dramatizes over something, saying need got him to go.

Joel doesn't knock.

It's past two in the morning, and considering Tess was at his house only an hour ago talking about 'how goddamn lucky she is I like her and found her ass before someone else did', you must be awake.

A second goes by, but he's frozen in front of your door without being able to knock.

What if she's hurt?

No. Tess would never send him somewhere he'd have to deal with that type of thing, not without a warning.

Also—she would never leave you hurt and alone.

Tess loved you. Joel knew that from the second he met you.

So what was he doing here?

He lifted his hand to knock, but something comes first.

Your voice from the other side of the door. "I can hear someone breathin'. Asshole." She sounds off. That's the first thing Joel thinks. In a sort of whispered voice laced with enough poison to threaten a whole team, you go on. "If you're thinkin' about barging inside because I live alone, you're makin' a huge mistake."

When he met you three years ago, Joel's initial perception of you had been: What an angel-lookin'—and that had been interrupted when he caught your eyes.

Only an angel if she's the Lightbringer. So much beauty. So much darkness.

You looked like an angel, and you didn't. Sure, you were one of the most gorgeous things to still exist, but—it was all in the eyes. The fire. The will to kill.

"Joel, this is my close friend I was telling you about," Tess had introduced. "She's the one they're after. If you wanna know something, she's got the answer."

Alexandria. It wasn't your name, but how you were called in the streets.

The library full of knowledge that no longer was.

The girl who got him the intel he needed. Who found the radio-tower man who had a price. Who said, "I'm a woman, Joel. Call me 'girl' again and I'll shove this barrel up your ass."

Did he stand any chance of not being roped in whatever this was?

Of not ending up by the other side of your door at three in the fucking morning because, apparently, you 'need' him?

"Listen here, you dumb fuck, if you—"

Joel speaks up, finally finding his voice. "It's me, woman. Can you open up?"

The door swings open in less than five seconds, and Joel's stomach falls to his dirty boots the moment it does.

You frown, eyeing him up and down as if to check that it's really him. "'the fuck are you doin' here?" you ask, dropping your head on your hand holding the door.

Drugged.

You're drugged out of your mind.

Joel pushes past you and closes the door with a hand above your head, "Tess," he offers as an explanation.

His mind is reeling. In these past three years, he'd never seen you look anything less than composed. Put together. With seriousness tattoed all over your face, deadpanned eyes set to judge everything around.

Alcohol, the last easily available safe boat for the piss-poor humans condemned to continuing through this nightmare of a time, had never touched your lips.

Not in meetings, not after work, not even in the times when you, Tess, and Joel all hung around one of your apartments.

Yet, here you are.

Barely able to look up at him.

"What did you take?" he asks.

Your movements are slowed down. He'd recognized something was wrong in your voice at first. Without any scent of alcohol present, it's the only logic for the way your eyes look and your body moves.

You put your fingers together. "This big. It was white."

"You don't know?" he asks, trying to keep in his goddamn panic.

"Nope," you pop the 'p', and then stumble your way away from the door. "It was from Tess' suply. The hidden one in the box."

"Should I ask how you know about my hidden stack?"

You turn around, almost falling in the process. "It was yours?" the way your voice blurs around the edges of the words is making his stomach queasy. Fuck. "'m sorry, Joel. Didn't know that. I'll pay you back, don't worry—"

"Pay me back?! I don't want your money, Alexandria."

"Then what do you want?" you look confused as you ask it.

Just how you looked when you opened the door to see him.

What the hell do you want here, Joel?

She needs you, Joel.

He didn't know.

Joel rubbed a hand all over his face, wondering why the fuck Tess would think he can help at all. Today, of all days.

"Ah," your exclamation pulls his eyes to fall back on you, who's observing him leaning against the counter that separates the living room from the kitchen. "You are here because Tess went to your house." You scoff. "Silly, silly Tess."

He's trying to think. He can't look or rationalize past the sight of you.

The oldest clothes you were handed hanging loosely from your frame. Your hair which is usually tied up or at least somewhat okay is a mess. The droopy eyes with heavy blinks.

You start shaking your head. "Joel," you call.

"What?"

"Go home, Joel," you whisper. Softly. Sounding like the version of you he's most familiar with. "'m fine. It's—" you don't lie two times in a row. Never could. Still can't. "Dunno why she thought bothering you would be nice. That wasn't nice of her. 'm gonna have a little word with Theresa tomorrow. Bothering you—" now you're rambling, walking to the kitchen while Joel tries to finish processing this. All of this. "As if we don't all just wanna be alone today. Why would she—y'know what, if live through wasn't a rule, I'd go there right now to fucking... slap her. Or somethin'. Jesus fuck, where's the fucking bottle of—aha!"

"Is this what you do?"

He wasn't sure why he asks. Is this your routine for today. For the anniversary of The Day When It All Went to Fuck. He needed to know.

Only your head pops up above the counter, "Yup," you say before disappearing again. "Drugs and alcohol. Best clutches for the mind."

Not true, he thought. "I usually just drink 'till I pass out."

"Ohhh, no, no, no—" you laugh, full body appearing again but now with two bottles that you place on the counter while shaking your head. "Passing out is bad."

Joel discovered that after the third year. "The nightmares, right?"

"Right."

"You just stay up all day?" he asks.

"All day," you nod. The darkness that usually resides deep in the back of your eyes as a sign and promise of danger seems to be around you like a cloak. You smile without any happiness. "It's not gonna be pretty, Joel." With a dry chuckle, you open the bottle. "Again. Dunno why she bothered you. 's okay to go home."

Suddenly, home is the last place he wants to be.

He'll think about what he always does every September twenty-sith. Waking up, he should've drank more orange juice. He should've bought the stuff for pancakes the day before. He should've kissed her goodbye. Should've made more jokes with Tommy. Should've never ever gotten back only at ten, and without the cake to top it all. Bailing Tommy out would've always happened, but they should've gone to a different path.

Should've, should've, should've.

The exact same thoughts plagued his mind for an entirety of a decade, and on the 26th, they played like a broken record.

Fuck that, he thought.

You were already sipping the bottle for the second time when he answers.

"What if now I don't wanna go home?"

Your movement falters for a moment, then the bottle lands with a soft click on the wood. "Joel..."

"I don't give a fuck about 'pretty', Alexandria," he hated using your nickname instead of your real name, but it was a thing between you two. He called you Alexandria as if he was just like everybody else, and you went—

"Well, if that's the case, old man, hang around for the shitshow for as long as you'd like."

Old men.

He snorted. "Only if you pass the bottle."

You sighed so deeply he almost believed your theatricals when you said, "I'm gonna have to endure you all day and share my booze? Couldn't you have brought yours if you were gonna crash my pity party?"

"I wasn't aware it was a pity part," he says, planting both hands on his hips.

You fake gasp. "It wasn't in the invite?"

"No. Your event manager forgot to put it."

"I'm gonna fuckin' fire that incompetent bitch," you mutter, sitting on one of your stools.

You two share a look, and, if this were any other day, you two would laugh.

There's only enough room in both of you for a quiet, subdued smile.

Then, you ask, "You sure?" in a quiet voice.

Joel walks until he's standing next to you.

He's not one for affectionate gestures, but he lifts a hand to hold your face for a moment. "'m sure," he's not sure about a lot of things anymore, but this feels sure. "I'd just have my own pity party at home. Yours has drugs."

"I took 'em all," your smile widens a little. Tugs in the corner, fighting against all the grief.

"Damn it, girl."

You poke a finger right in his ribs, making him wince in pain, but he holds onto your face.

"I'll be a shitshow, too," he warns, caressing his thumb on your cheek.

One side of his brain is yelling about why on Earth would he stay, while the other is quiet as the streets after dark.

"Promise?" you ask with a sad laugh.

"Oh, for sure." Joel sighs. "I'll cry at some point. I don't—I stayed away from everyone, too. It's ok if you wanna tell me to go home at any point."

You nod. "'kay. Feel free from the pressure of being obliged to stay because Mother Theresa asked you to."

"She didn't ask for anythin', actually." All she had to do was say three words. "Just mentioned you were naked, that's all."

This time, your laugh is good. "You say this shit but when I'm trying to climb you in three hours you'll be all 'not when you're drunk, y'know that'."

He rolls his eyes, pushing down a smile. "Shut up." He avoids your eyes as he leans down to press his mouth on yours. It tastes like you, and everything in Joel vibrates a little. "You don't mind, right? That I stay?" he checks for the last time.

When he pulls back, your arms wrap around his waist and you lean closer to him, eyeing him from under your lashes like you did so many times before.

Only—he never saw this look before.

Something shines in your eyes—something akin to the memory of lemon cake in the roof of his mouth; gratitude. The response to being so, so thankful that all you can do is look.

(Later, he'll recall that the lemon cakes came from his grandmother.

His first golden, sparkling memory of intimacy in childhood. The way she simply knew lemon cake was his favorite, and whenever he did something to please her beyond words, she'd bake them. As a silent 'I see you, kid'. Served at the dinner table as dessert for everyone, but with a secret wink thrown his way and the whispered, "I saved you a big piece for later" in his ear.

That's what your big, beautiful eyes rekindled in his memory.

The look on your face as you blinked at him in disbelief, saying "really", eyes shining with the most obvious deep-rooted gratitude, happiness—it tasted like lemon cake, even if just for a moment.)

"I don't mind," you answer after a heartbeat.

He swallows the lump that is no longer beautifully haunted by the taste of childhood and nods. "Unlike your incompetent agent, I live in the same building as you," Joel reminds. "I'll go get the booze at mine. Be right back."

At his place, he grabs his whiskey, a clean pair of underwear for tomorrow morning, his toothbrush and, right before he leaves, on a last whim he opens up the secret place at the back of his third kitchen drawer and grabs two little pills.

Might as well.

He pops one in his mouth before entering your place again and keeps the other safe in his pocket in case you two want to share it later.

You're as out of touch with reality when he comes in as you were before he left.

It's never awkward with you two—the whole reason why Joel's been knowing what goes on inside the mind of the mysterious Alexandria and why he's familiar with the inner workings of your body ever since he met you; it's fluid.

For the most part, the beginning is dark.

You two sit on the rug of your living room with whiskey going back and forth, and very little conversation in between.

While he decides to lay with his back comfortably on the floor, you're moving around the place, satisfying the need of your body for constant movement. You organize the place. Clean it. Empty the secret hide-out of your books and dust them off, only to organize them and put them back in the same place.

Joel helps with none of that, but not for lack of trying.

"You sure you don't wanna any help?" he asked the minute you started, and at least two times more in between.

Your response came with you draping your body over his on the floor until you were snuggled on top, and then lower your head until your mouths were only a breath apart. "No need," you said.

"I'm just gonna lay here?" he asked.

"It's what you like doin'."

"I do like laying down," he mused thoughtfully. Your weight felt nice on him. He was already tipsy, you had cleaned the living room in record time, and your weight felt really, really nice. He hugged your waist and pulled you close. "I like you on top of me."

That giggle was familiar. "I know," you mumbled, mouth sealing on his jawline. "You like it when I'm on top of you," you repeated, rolling your hips in ways that spelled sin as you said 'on top'.

Joel groaned at the feeling. "You have killer thighs."

"It's from riding you 'till the Sun comes up," you nibbled on a sensitive part of his neck, and Joel damned the skies for how fast you got his body responding. Rolling your hips again, fitting yourself on him, you added, "Ridin' you like it's a job. Hmmm—I love my job."

"You had thighs before you started doin' that."

"They got better," your tongue was now on the column of his throat, and Joel had no rebuttal to that. "D'you need a reminder why?"

He was already half hard. Joel looked out of your window where the sky was still jet-black. "Better start now. Sun's gonna rise sometime soon."

Your grin was wicked in all the ways he loved.

The dexterity and coyness you managed to put in your hands left him lying there, watching as your eyes because debauched.

Joel knew what came next.

He saw in the way you closed your eyes and circled your hips over his hardening length that you needed this, wanted it, and in return, his body screamed for it.

Snapping out of his stupor, Joel starts undoing your clothes.

He can enjoy the view and touch the view at the same time.

Having you on top was mesmerizing for countless reasons, and Joel took pleasure on each one of them. He got to see as the first drop of sweat made it’s slow way down your body. He watched it, transfixed, as it slid through your boobs and—he couldn’t only stare.

Magnets pulling him to you were always there, and he’s lifting his upper body to lick that drop when he comes to realize it.

You on top means Joel gets to witness you taking charge. It’s how he learned what you like—how fast and how deep you like it.

When all the clothes are thrown somewhere across the living room, he lets you wrap your arms around his neck. Loved when one of your hand grips him by the neck because unlike other people, you know how to squeeze. How to choke him until he’s gasping for air—that’s when you line his cock with your wet cunt and push it in, making his next gasp be out loud.

You’re a Succubus.

Reading his body like an open book since day one, you always pulled the most medieval instincts from him. Parts of his brain that no one dared to touch or look at before; you enjoyed poking your finger in them even if they bled. You’d lick the red clean, if that happened.

Joel moaned underneath you for more than one reason.

“Fuck—why d’you sound like that—sound so good, Joel,” you cried, hips speeding up.

Joel forgot words. All he knew was how deep and how hard he was inside of you.

If words were needed, you forgot about it, too, because soon it’s all hands, and mouth, and saliva and sweat and that filthy, incredible sound filling the room—

He moans your name.

“Joel,” you moan back. He’s done for.

Point Joel to a place where your head is thrown back, exposing the glowing skin of your neck painted in red crimson blush, and he’ll point to his favorite hide out.

It’s always good. “Feels so good, gorgeous girl, my god—a little faster, c’mon,” he urges.

Guiding you to lose yourself is his favorite explorer activity. All the ways he can plant his feet on the floor, the angles that he can fuck himself into you until you’re babbling utter nonsense on his neck and begging him to cum inside you.

Joel loves the feeling of release, but it’s made better when your body is shaking with his.

He sometimes needs to put his fingers between the two of you and rub your clit to bring you to the edge, but not this time—not with this angle.

Your whines and cry on his shoulder make everything sweet and quiet.

Nothing ever feels quite as good as this, anymore. Nothing comes close to the numbing feeling of feeling himself soften inside of you, twitch inside the tight core of your cunt.

Joel sighs against your hair, and kisses your face as you pull back from his chest.

"'m gonna shower," you mumble.

He nods, watching you closely. When your hand moves between joined bodies, Joel realizes you're about to pull him out so you can keep his release in other than dripping down your legs. Something pulls at his arms like strings on a puppet and he's wrapping his hand around your wrist before you get to it, "Hold on," he says. "Let me."

The moan you let out when he grazes his knuckles on your folds make him wish he was twenty year olds again. "Joel—"

"I'll clean you up," he says. He always did.

You shake your head, but you're smiling just a little. "No need. Shower's faster."

"I'll shower you," he replies stubbornly. He likes when you laugh at his 'old man tendencies', as you like to call it. "C'mon'."

He pulls out with a hiss, and wishes again for a time-machine when he sees the blissed-out look on your face. He keeps his hand in position and shoves two fingers inside of you when his cock is free, rejoicing in the way you just drop your head on his shoulder.

He's carried backpacks heavier than you, but getting up from the floor with you in his arms is a task.

You start laughing when he grunts with the effort.

"Shut up," he pinches your ass.

Your laughter subdues slowly, and you only get down from his hold when you two are already inside the shower.

He's getting his body wet when you stand up straight and, "Hold on," you dash out of the curtain and the bathroom, wet and naked to run out of the room.

"What the fuck," he mutters to himself.

You come back with the whiskey bottle. Joel laughs at you.

"Unbelievable," he comments.

You scoff at him, bringing the thing inside and placing it with the shampoo and conditioner. "You say that now but when you're sipping it, you'll call me a genius."

"We'll see about that."

"We will," to make a good point of being the brat that you are, you sip the alcohol, pouting and making a face at the taste. "Fuck."

"Have you eaten?" he wonders.

"Today? You've been with me all day, duh."

"You've been awake for longer than the time we've been together," he replies, knowing better than to bite every teasing bait you put out there. This is how people get in trouble with you—they can't read your cues and interpret the ironies.

You hum. "Hmmmm. Good question."

Joel rolls his eyes. You're difficult on a daily basis. Drugged with god knows what and drinking?

He's about to have a long day.

(He wonders if he should be feeling burdened by that fact. If he should be feeling something negative—reprehension, tension, awkwardness, anything, anything. Nothing comes.)

Joel grabs the shampoo and turns you around without asking.

If there's one thing you've always been, it's willing in his hands.

He washes your hair in the silence of your bathroom.

The only window is a palm above his eye height, and it's starting to let in a sapphire-blue light that makes everything look like a hazy dream one has when vacationing at the beach. Blue, and watery, and distant. Peaceful in ways that cities far from the coast will never be.

You two have always used each other.

Used one another for sex, for business, for killing time, for sex during the business, with the excuse of killing time.

Never for this. Never like this.

There's a specific intimacy in the act of letting a woman put her hands on his hair that he's never known before. Joel allows you to wash his hair back with his eyes closed, and his chest surprisingly calm. No storms just yet.

You two talk in hushed tones.

Bathrooms make acoustic sound different and he hears every breath you take.

The whiskey bottle goes back and forth, and Joel finds out that letting the same person who's touched every fucking inch of his body without exaggeration is not the same as letting those same two hands gather soap and enough bubble to coat him in a layer of clean, citrus-like scent, washing his skin with reverent patience and tenderness that brings it out on him.

Joel cries.

It starts silently. You're doing his back when he feels the sting in his eyes, and by the time you're done with his legs, he's hiccuping for breath.

You only notice when you stand in front of him again to push him underneath the stream, and instead of saying anything, you just look.

The hug is unexpected.

You two never hugged before.

You've cuddled, fucked, licked, fought, worked together—but never hugged.

It makes his sobs go from silent to filling the whole bathroom. Each tile is painted with a flood of tears he's unable to stop.

During that time — which he's unsure how long it lasts — Joel feels your hands tracing circles on his nape, and your body hugging him with all the strength that it has.

You're good at it.

Firm, and bigger than you look. You envelop Joel, and his head laid on your neck feels like it's found a safe place to wail like a baby.

Eventually, it ends.

All you do is offer him whiskey when he pulls back, and rub his face with your dainty hands.

The shower continues, and Joel is riddled with so many thoughts that his head hurts.

"C'mon, you do me," you tell him.

Joel grabs the bar of soap and does as he's told, grateful for something other than his mind to focus on.

It's washing your body that his favorite topic returns to him.

Intimacy.

The thing that's like diamonds, or safe places—they exist, but we'll never know anymore where they are.

Something unattainable. A luxury.

This woman's been in his life for three years, and Joel's known her in ways he never knew a person before.

The apocalypse will do that—it'll put you in positions that make you know a person. Their worth or lack thereof.

Joel respected you. Very few people had that, these days. You. Tess.

He knows your body like the back of his hand—actually, the idiom falls short. Joel knows your body better than he knows his own, and yet, he never knew how good of a hugger you are.

That realization is mental. He wants to know you.

No—he needed to know you.

He would. He was changing this, somehow.

The question slips from his tongue, "Did you ever like shower sex?"

You don't turn around—you spin. "What?" A smile is already creeping on the corners of your mouth.

He shrugs, "Just a question."

"Is it?" you look down to his cock—it's soft, and god forbid you ever listen to a thought of his, but he's in his forties and this is harder than it used to be. It still twitches when you lick your lips, and fucking hell.

Succubus. "It is," he puts the soap next to the whiskey and turns you back around to finish washing you. "Aren't you gonna answer?"

"Slow down, old man, I'm trying to stop my brain from creating ten different scenarios where we're fucking in here and—"

The sharp and loud slap on your ass makes you yelp, "Just answer the question, girl."

"I didn't, but! I also never had Joel Miller in the same shower as me, sooo..."

"Did you like going to the movies?"

"What is this, Twenty Questions with Joel?"

"It can be," he answers simply. "We'll be bored. We have all day. And you're clean now."

"So you want us to get dirty again?" you ask, turning around with that glint in your eyes.

He laughs. "Get under the water." You obey, and Joel tries to push down the feeling of being stupid with this inquisitory when—

"I think shower sex is unpractical, it goes against the logic, and every partner of mine that started dating me already knew that 'cause I tried it once and made sure to tell people on dates, you know when we get to the point where we talk about sex? Yeah, so—I always told them there and then that I didn't like it," you ramble in one single breath.

He takes it all in. "Never once wanted it?"

Your smile is kind of contagious. "I was being a dick, but also not. I never did, until..." the look you give him makes him realize—there is no damn point leaving the shower again.

Joel takes you against the tiles with the water hitting his back and you moaning around his digits.

Once, he asked you why you seemed to like his hands so much. Your reply never left his brain.

"They're big. And... strong. And I like the comfort they give me. They've touched me, and held me, and choked me—they've killed too, but that only makes them real. I'm mumblin' nonsense. They're pretty, Joel. I like how pretty you are."

The words said in the comfort of darkness are all he thinks about as the first rays of sunshine beam on this damned day.

Maybe intimacy wasn't a luxury. Maybe it was a necessity.

Vital.

Maybe you were vital.

Together, you two would get through the day, no matter how ugly it would be.

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luvrsinn · 8 months

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this is how I imagine friends to lovers with each of the marauders would be :) (no peter sorry)

sirius black is the biggest flirt. he knows it. everyone knows it. and he makes sure that you know it, too.

he would definitely pass you notes in class. most of the time, he tells you about something stupid james said. ( maybe he slips in a subtle compliment or two about your hair or smile once in a while, but hey, who's counting )

makes secret mixtapes with songs that remind him of you :)

you're always willing to lend a shoulder whenever something goes down back home during the breaks or when he receives a particularly nasty letter from his parents

sirius is not sure what he's done to deserve your kindness.

he tags along with you to do homework in the library but gets distracted and stares at you the whole time.

on one such occasion, he's gawking at you like a fool and is mumbling to himself about how he wants to kiss you. only when you stare back at him, brows raised, does he realise he's said it out loud.

he's scrambling to somehow fix what he said but only digs himself deeper. he ends up telling you about his huge crush on you.

you laugh and tell him that you like him too. sirius thinks his chest is about to explode, but he's too happy to pay any mind.

james potter's crush on you is totally obvious to everyone. he thinks he is very good at hiding it but nope.

you're probably the only one who doesn't realise it, though.

he always calls you pretty nicknames just to see the way you brighten up when you hear them.

remus is always giving james advice on how to "woo" you (you've already confided in him that you like james, but he's a firm believer in letting things take their course )

totally the jealous type.

whenever he sees someone trying to flirt with you or ask you out, he's glowering wrathfully at the person.

they always scurry away before you can reject them give them a response.

he always looks for you in the crowd during his games. it makes his whole day when he sees you cheer for him.

he's always saying stuff he's sure you'd find funny. something akin to fondness blooms in his chest when you laugh at one of his jokes.

one day, sirius grows tired of james gushing about you all the time and decides to speed things along.

he calls the both of you to the common room and says, "snog each other and get over it" and promptly walks out, leaving you both stunned.

james decides there's plenty of time to do a lot of that; after he takes you on a date first.

remus lupin is a hundred percent sure that he's made to love you.

most people think he's a bit scary because of how he looks, but he's actually a really big softie (especially 4 u) <33

just the hugs he gives might send you to heaven

you both first met at the library when you accidentally grabbed the same book as him. you hit it off from there.

he always goes out of his way to meet you in the library and talk about the books you're reading.

he occasionally gives you a list of the books he thinks you might like.

soon, you're introduced to the rest of the marauders.

they happily allow you to tag along with them when they're going to hogsmeade together. remus takes your hand and pulls you away from the group once in a while to check out some of the shops.

he loves to hear you talk. whatever you're in the mood to talk about, he's willing to listen for hours.

very protective over you. of course he gives you your own space, but if he finds someone messing with you or making you uncomfortable, he's by your side in an instant.

really, an angel sent from heaven.

after a lot of contemplation, you finally ask him out on a date.

he says yes of course.

when you return from the date, his jacket is around your shoulders.

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thatfuckinjester · 3 months

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Had a little thought...

Phantom, who starts believing he's invisible after the tour with the way no one talks to him. With this 'invisibility' of his, he just avoids everyone. That's until a new sibling of sin sees him once and becomes absolutely enamored with the little bug. They see that he's smaller than the other ghouls (and most humans), and start taking care of him.

His ratty hair? Brushed and cut. The small amount of skin on his bones? Replaced by a good layer of fat(maybe a Phantummy). Everything goes well until Aether gets back.

Expecting to see both new ghouls in the den with the rest of his pack, he only sees one new ghoul. He searches the ministry top to bottom just to find the little quint. When he finally does, he realizes just how little scent the bug has, and that's why it was so hard to find him. The only reason for that is not enough receiving of other ghouls' pheromones.

What saddens Aether even more is that the little quints only companion seems to be a human, no ghoul in sight. Aether's blood boils, and he immediately hunts down the rest of the pack and gives them a talking to.

That 'talking to' was the scariest thing the rest of the pack had ever been through. They've never been yelled at by Aether. Never heard his voice get that loud. It was so loud that Phantom heard every word of it. Phantom hearing every word of it just hurts his brain. Why were the others getting yelled at? Are they getting yelled at because of me? I thought they didn't notice me. Why are they in trouble?

Anything the little quint thought just made him go back to wanting to hide, even from his one friend.

This got a little long, whoopsies.

-🤭

calling the sibling "nog" because that name is important to me, also i'm writing it while babysitting my 15 days old brother and burning my breakfast so i'm sorry if this sucks anyway-

what if it didn't start after the tour ended, it just became more stronger, more present, as phantom became less there.

no one truly cares about him, even if he helps them out with something they won't even acknowledge him. so he just sits at the library, teaching himself about the stats because no else would.

and then he met someone, they said their name is nog, phantom liked the way they pronounced it.

nog likes him, they say that they're taller than him, even though they're about the same height, and they have interesting stories.

they like apple juice and sweet things, they made him a bracelet which he refuse to take out, they even promised to teach him how to make those!!

but then phantom didn't show up to the library when nog looked for them. they just shrugged it up, thinking that maybe he has some ghoul things to do.

but one day became two, and two became three, and theee became four, and then it's been a whole week without nog seeing him.

and when they did see him.. oh it hurt.

they went to their room, it was pretty late, but they looked around for phantom. and they did found him, sleeping restlessy on the floor of their room.

they woke him up slowly, a tender hand shaking his shoulder, and a their soft, sad smile greeting phantom when he opened his eyes.

"i didn't know where to go," he said quietly "nowhere else felt safe." and nog just hugged him close, his head pressed to their chest as he cried silently, nog's fingers running and untangling his messy hair.

they drew him a bath, brushing out his hair slowly and taking care of it, and at the end of the night, phantom fell asleep hugged in nog's arms. and maybe that's how a pack should feel.

and since that night, phantom stayed at nog's room. the both of them ate together every meal in their room, and slowly phantom even started to snack between meals, nog could have cried from happiness over it.

and when aether and omega came back? nog was determined not to let them know where phantom was. no one looked for him, no one cared, so why would they?

But they looked for him, aether especially, they've asked every ghoul in the ministry, and when they got to the siblings in sin, nog almost broke.

"i never spoke to him." they said, eyes strong and not giving up the lie, they just forgot that they're speaking to not only ghouls but quintessence ghouls, it was so obvious to them that nog lied. the only question is why.

so aether keeps an eye on them, following them around all day long, there wasn't really anything wrong that he found, until nighttime came.

as nog opened the door to their room and aether was about to give up, he catched the tiniest bit of how quintessence magic smells. aether's foot stopped the door from shutting close behind nog, and he swear to satan that he was about to attack the sibling before he saw phantom.

phantom looked healthy, but he didn't smell okay. his smell wasn't his own, it was only the magic, and aether's heart broke when he realized what was going on.

"is he safe with you?" he asked nog, they nodded.

"thank you, for doing this." he said again, and nog finally found their voice, "if none of *you* can be his family i will."

"oh don't worry, phantom is part of my pack. i'm just going to make sure that the rest of my pack knows it."

nog and phantom have heard the whole "polite conversation" aether had with the rest of the pack, nog hugging him through it whole and phantom...

the next morning phantom was gone . he wasn't in his room or in nog's room.

#jester rumbling #lovely 🤭 anon #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom #phantom ghoul #phantom ghost #aether #aether ghoul #aether ghost

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hopes-peak-postal-company · 6 months

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For Mod Hajime, i hope this doesnt sound weird but could you do a platonic fatherly yandere imagine post with Elias Bouchard? I like to imagine he fixates on a new Institute hire who doesnt know the fears are real and just decides "Its Child time. There is nothing I wont do to make my new child happy." But he also has to work around Jon and them getting in his way because they just dont GET that he's a Father now.

A FATHER'S LOVE!

"surely you'd choose your father over your friends, wouldn't you?"

summary. getting a job at a spooky academic institute offers toms of spooky outcomes. you just didn't expect to get a father figure and a overlyprotective friend group.

contents. platonic yandere! elias; elias is a wet cat grandpa; the archivist gang are slightly yandere; happens right after season 1

✦ It was difficult. Getting by in the big London city and rent to your flat was quite ridiculously high, even for usual london rent standard. But thankfully, a position in The Magnus Institute had opened and you managed to get the spot after wrangling out your best qualities to the HR like you're trading them.

✦ Now, you were aware of what you were getting into. I mean, an institute that's notorious for having many people going MIA or dying, but this was the only job that accepted you out of the millions you applied for and frankly, it pays better than most of them.

✦ So, you worked as the institute's librarian. It shocked you to know that they have their own personal library but at the same time, you kind of expected it. After all, it is an academic institute and there's bounds to be numerous books and soucres to cite for every statement given, regardless of how strange there are.

✦ You've met a couple on the job. Some were nice and often has small talks with you while some simply comes and goes, not even bothering to talk to you unless they're checking a book out. It was fine, of course, you can't help but feel disheartened. After all, all you do is stand by, organize the library and do nothing. It gets a bit lonely sometimes.

✦ And then, one day, a certain someone came to the library and it was no one other than big boss himself— Elias Bouchard. You never met the man before, only hearing him from Rosie and the others, but he is generally well-disliked by his own staff. You had nothing to complain about him and honestly, you find his company nice.

✦ He comes to the library whenever he has free time and then would talk to you. It wasn't just small talk, not just noise coming out of his mouth to fill in the silence, but he talked to you. He told you so many things— his opinions, his likes and dislikes —and even asked you about yours.

✦ Elias would listen intently, taking in every information about yourself in a manner so ... different from how he usually carried himself. Elias Bouchard was a prideful asshole and you knew that obviously well from just his body language, and yet when it comes to you, he is oddly soft. He reminds you almost like a dad for some reasons.

✦ And your relationship with your boss became like that. You didn't mind, you understand to some degree but even still you couldn't wrap your mind around why he chose specifically you. Maybe he didn't choose or maybe he did, but either way, this outcome was better than him hating you.

✦ But then, only a few months into your job, you suddenly got promoted to assistant archivist, joining the very few others in the archives in their day-to-day life.

✦ It was ... suffocating at first. The institute did suffer damage from the Prentiss Attack as you heard from the other employees and with the archives being the main target for the worms, it was not surprise that the Archivist and his team suffered greatly. Though injured, all of them still came back in one piece so that was a good thing.

✦ It took a while getting to know the others: Martin was the quickest to befriend and he'd bring you your favourite cup of tea whenever he can. Tim was the second, jokingly flirting with you at first but he was comfortable to be around and somehow both of your intensive knowledge on memes made the two of you friends. Sasha, on the other hand, took a bit more effort but in the end, she was just as fun and cheery as the other two outside work.

✦ Jon, on the other hand... He was wary, of course, a bit of an asshole too but you were determined to let his walls down, and so was the team. He gradually came to accept (aka get comfortable with) your existence and doesn't glare you like a cat you just rudely woke up.

✦ Elias... Elias isn't too pleased with this development though as you come find. He finds every excuse in the book to have you in office, stalling you just so he could spend more time with you. He had moved to the archives for one very specific reason and that was so he can watch you carefully.

✦ I mean, how couldn't he? You were so nice to him, oblivious to the concept of the entities and you didn't even care if he gets a bit 'spooky' (as Tim puts it) at times. In fact, he claimed you as his kid the moment you seem to play along with his 'little cryptid act'.

✦ But The Archival team... Oh, did they get on his nerves. But he couldn't do anything, no, he was sure you'll know and they'll tell you about what he truly is and he couldn't risk that. He couldn't lose you to them, so he'll have to just slightly abuse his power a bit. Just to have you be by his side a bit longer.

✦ Of course, Archivist and Co. can't stand by idly and watch him take their friend! And so, everytime Elias and one of them come to your desk at the same time, it's practically a tug of war for your affection and attention.

✦ It makes you laugh honestly, seeing them fight like this. Reminds you so much like a father trying to shoo away any his kid's admirers.... Only if you knew though, then you wouldn't be laughing.

notes. hi hii!!! tysm for requesting this!! i always wanted to write for tma but couldn't. ik this is a pretty old req (i think like .... from june i think?) and i wrote this months ago but forgot to finish

reqs are alwyas open!! and dont forget to reblog any of our works here on this blog, it help us a lot!!! ty again for requesting!

#mod hajime #the magnus archives x reader #tma x reader #yandere tma #yandere the magnus archives

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creepylittlelady · 6 months

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TOBY AND EJ IN YOUR AU PLEASE

Hello, sorry it took me so long to respond! I was quite busy today lol

I like Toby and EJ, so I have quite a bit on them! Sorry if you don't like them because they're not the most canon accurate, they're actually a bit more on the fanon side in some parts ;) I wanna give some more slice-of-life headcanons but if you want more serious ones I'll give them to you!

Toby

-So you know that 'Toby loves waffles :3" thing? Well in my AU it was a thing that happened but just not to that extreme. When he first moved into the mansion (Yes this is a Slendermansion AU), Waffles were his safe food and he ate them quite a lot, making the other residents at the time to make an inside joke about Toby loving waffles. These days he can't even look at a waffle without Jeff and Ben screaming "SAY THE LINE!" and staring at him until he says it.

It basically goes like:

Slender: What do you want for breakfast? Toby: *nervously fidgeting* Toby: *whispers* Waffles. Ben, from the other side of the room: DID I JUST HEAR SOMEONE SAY WAFFLES?? Ben and Jeff, in unison: SAY THE LINE TOBY! *UNCOMFORTABLE EYE CONTACT* Toby: *sighs* I love waffles. Ben: FUCK YEAH! Toby: I hate this stupid house.

-He's basically immune to Slender Sickness. Due to being around Slender so much he doesn't feel nauseous around him and gets really confused when newer residents get it when they first see him.

-He often has periods where he's really apathetic to most things and doesn't care, and then in the blink of an eye becomes an uncontrollable mess. He's got poor emotional regulation and when he gets irritated he goes into a RAGE about it.

-He secretly learnt Necromancy from a book in the Library and used it to try and bring back Lyra (is Lyra still a canon thing? Apparently she's her own character but I'm not sure at all). But Necromancy is a really difficult thing to accomplish so although he PARTIALLY brought her back she's more like a mindless zombie.

-Sometimes he'll visit his mother's house in the dead of night and leave presents for her. It's just something he does subconsciously that nobody knows about. On occasion Connie wakes up while he's doing it, but she just assumes that she's seeing things.

Every year on her birthday he breaks into her new house and places an inconspicuous birthday present on the dining table. She'll wake up the next morning incredibly confused on how it got there. Toby wishes that he and his mom can really meet again one day.

-Him and Natalie's relationship is...turbulent, to say the least. They've gotten together and broken up so much that nobody knows when they're dating anymore. They're really close regardless and hang out a lot, but they just hook up sometimes randomly, go on one date and break up again.

-His dad currently resides in the Underworld and Toby's met him several times. Due to his father being a sinner, the lowest of the low, Toby often beats him and stabs him with his axe every time he sees him. It's all perfectly legal.

-He frequently forgets random information about himself. Like at times he'll wake up and forget it's his birthday that day, he'll forget his age, sometimes he'll even forget his own name. Like deadass Masky will call his name like a million times and he'll be like "Man I hope this Toby fella answers soon".

-His closest friends are Masky, Hoodie, Kate and Natalie. He doesn't actually like Jeff all that much as he sees him as a dick, and he's pretty neutral towards most other people in the mansion. He HATES Ben and finds him scary, he won't even make eye contact. He prefers Eyeless Jack over the two of them however as he's Jeff and Ben's close friend he doesn't talk to him much.

-He actually secretly dislikes most of the mansion residents. Although he's pretty nice to everyone since he believes in yk not being a major bitch he doesn't care about most of them.

-MASSIVE PYROMANIAC, since he can't feel pain he doesn't really feel a sense of danger such as when there's a fire or when there's an enemy nearby.

-Okay, without delving too deep into my AU, he's one of the only ones who knows what's up 'going on' behind the scenes with Slenderman and Zalgo. He's somewhat aware of it so when an 'incident' happens he'll mainly be apathetic to it. Often times when Slenderman 'disappears', he'll cover for him.

-His mouth and jaw are incredibly numb so he can't really taste food, sometimes food will slip out of his mouth and he just won't know.

-When it comes to Sally and Lazari, he actually really likes them but sometimes when he's in his more irritable moods he finds them incredibly annoying and has snapped at Lazari a lot of times.

-When it comes to 'Missions' (like Proxy stuff), he's the only one that ever actually obeys Slender's orders. He has to remind Masky and Hoodie of what they're meant to be doing so much it tires him so he just lets them do what they think they're meant to do and laugh when they screw it up.

-He finds it funny with other people make mistakes, like he'll die of laughter when Laughing Jack hits his nose against a door.

-He owns a can of Pepper Spray that he'll use against Ben, Nina or the other ratchet Pastas when they get too crazy.

-Sometimes he'll act like fanon Toby, but more as a means of sarcasm. When Masky and Hoodie first met him they thought he was being serious so chocked him up as some incompetent loser, but he quickly let them know that he meant business.

-His love language is giving people random stuff. Like not even expensive stuff but if he likes you he'll hand you something random that he thinks you'll like. Or he'll give you a fun fact about a topic he knows you're interested in. He has a bunch of random Edgar Allen Poe or Drawing facts for Slender and Natalie. Once he gave Masky a black Sharpie he found lying in the woods for some reason.

-He's such a terrible singer on GOD but the thing is is that he loves singing so much that nobody can bring it up to him that he's shit at it.

-He has a lot of vocal tics, like he'll hum a random melody or yell "GOO GOOBIE!" randomly. Everyone's used to it. He's actually terrible at hiding from his victims because of this. He also has a tic where he throws WHATEVER is in his hands at that current moment right up into the air. Sometimes it's funny but other times it's concerning, especially when he's holding his own axe.

-Doesn't like video games because he finds them annoying and stressful.

-Once he got so mad at everyone that he checked himself into a Psych Ward under the name "Erin Rogers" and stayed there for a good six months. Everyone was so worried about him for a half of year and genuinely thought he was dead or in serious danger until one day he just waltzed back into the Labrinth unharmed and was like "Hey guys guess you've been wondering where I've been".

-He doesn't perceive the idea of people worrying about him so he does a lot of concerning things and doesn't realise that people genuinely worry for his safety sometimes.

-He's got no filter, or just has a really lax one. He'll say basically anything that comes to mind out loud, even if it's offensive to the person he's currently talking to.

-The kid goes missing A LOT. Slender actually had to file a Missing Persons Report for him because he disappeared for 4 months without contacting anyone. He comes back fine every time but he never tells anyone where he goes.

-Adding on to this, I kinda headcanon that he has a strange form of Amnesia where for months on end he'll forget who he is, anything about himself or his past, or even who anybody is around him. This causes him to run away frequently.

-He subconsciously uses himself as a human shield every time one of his friends is in danger. He'll throw himself in front of Masky and Hoodie if they're about to be shot by an Underworld General or something.

-Thinks that blood is really tasty and often will lick his own blood. This dude is NOT sanitary.

-Takes like one shower a year because he just forgets that he has a human body that gets dirty. Which is weird considering he's outside in the dirt and in a puddle of blood like every other day.

-He doesn't have a concept of boundaries so often time's he'll grab someone suddenly if he wants their attention. Usually it's harmless and the new Pastas get used to it eventually, but sometimes it's problematic when he grabs Lazari's horns or LJ's cone nose without their consent.

-Because in my AU Slenderman's Forest is a Labrinth where people don't age, although he's maybe in his 20s now he's still the exact same as he was when he was 17. He doesn't have a concept of time so this doesn't phase him as much as it phases EJ.

SPEAKING OF EJ...

Eyeless Jack

-He's got demon ears, and a demon tail. Yes that's right EJ IS A FURRY!!! Just Kidding but he does have some characteristics of a demon.

-There's a slight different between a Half-Demon like Lazari and a transformed demon like EJ. For one EJ has WAY more demonic urges than Lazari does and whilst hers are manageable, EJs definitely aren't. If he wants to kill, he has to do it otherwise he'll harm everything in his way, including himself.

-He's tried to cannibalise himself out of frustration several times, and his arms are now just permanently in bandages. Toby hits him with the Pepper Spray everytime he sees him chewing on any body part at all.

-When he's not submitting to his Demonic Urges, he's a really chill and nice guy. He's way more sane than anybody else in the Mansion and thinks everyone's unique and likes to observe them. His dream was always to be a doctor to support his parents and help others, so often times he takes care of people when they're sick.

-His demon side isn't that scary since he won't harm anybody he's close to, only himself and random people he comes across. Of course, you'll be terrified when you first see him absolutely DEVOURING the dead corpse of some random girl, but he'll always tell you that he'll never hurt you, even when he's in his Demonic State.

-Although he's an incredibly nice guy, he suffers severely with trust issues, especially when it comes to Romantic Affairs. Upon realising that Sally and Lazari were shipping him with all sorts of people, he got incredibly angry and told them that it wasn't okay.

-He's uncomfortable with romance in general after what happened with Jenny and doesn't see anybody in the Mansion as a potential Romantic Partner, since he sees relationships as something that will always end terribly and he doesn't want to soil his friendships with anyone.

-He's very close to Jeff and Ben, often coming along on their strange adventures just to watch. He believes that they aren't as bad as Toby thinks they are, so he finds it fun to hang out with them.

-He and Jeff are jokingly (KEYWORD JOKINGLY) romantic towards each other after finding out that Lazari had written fanfiction about the two of them. Although he doesn't like being shipped, Jeff helped turn into more of a funny inside joke.

-Although he has an affinity for human organs in his Demonic State and still nonchalantly consumes Kidneys regularly, he doesn't actually like meat. He's not really Vegan or Vegetarian, but he'll choose a Salad over a Steak, if you get what I'm saying.

-He's a valuable asset to the house due to his medical knowledge, and because of this is quite close to Dr Smiley and Nurse Ann, and often helps assist them with more serious cases like Natalie's eye infection and Jeff's mouth...injuries.

-He's one of the few people in the Mansion that actually liked Nina when she came, since most hated her initially, EJ helped her settle in and get to know everybody. He helps her a lot, especially when it comes to drama with her and Jeff.

-He really likes rock music and can play Guitar really well. He's not a great singer but can play an Acoustic Arrangement for any song you request him to do.

-Him and Liu are very close friends and helps Liu with panic attacks and sleep paralysis.

-He has a strictly PLATONIC relationship with everyone in the Mansion and outright discourages dating between residents, and didn't really approve of Natalie and Toby's relationship. Because of this he has no problem touching people in any way or sleeping in the same bed as people.

-As I said earlier, he did disapprove of Natalie and Toby's former relationship and advised them to break things off early, but he didn't really want to outright sabotage them. However, his own former trust issues subconsciously make him sabotage any romance he sees. He even discourages people on having CRUSHES in the Mansion.

-His trust issues cause a lot of problems, actually. Although he has no problem touching people or getting in their personal boundaries, he'll be PISSED if anybody grabs him suddenly or tries to hold his hand or anything like that.

-He has a rivalry with Laughing Jack over who's the better Jack. So far they're both even. Eyeless Jack insists that one day he'll win and be the true Jack.

-Okay in all seriousness EJ has been through a lot of shit, especially when he turned into EJ. I remember when I was little I saw this Creepypasta named "EJ Returns" or something like that where he was tied up in some Demon Hunter's basement.

This has happened to him a lot of times. Sometimes when he suddenly turns back to normal after eating somebody he'll get caught and he's the least fortunate out of everyone in the sense that the people that he gets caught by are ALWAYS occultists.

-He often has nightmares about being in this situation and because of this HATES basements and never goes into the Mansions basement unless there's a rotting corpse in there that he wants to eat.

-He desperately misses his old life, more than most of the Pastas do. Since his family and old friends are still alive he makes it an unhealthy habit to stalk them and follow them around in real life.

-In my AU, Jack Nyras is still a missing person and his disappearance was so mysterious that his case is still talked about on True Crime Podcasts. It was a nasty shock when he turned on the radio one day to discover people creating conspiracy theories on what really happened to him.

-When he came to the Mansion, his reaction was similar to Pomni from TADC. He believed it wasn't real. He broke down and wouldn't leave his room for WEEKS, and it was actually Jeff who brought him out of his shell. Although most Pastas think Jeff is a stuck up asshole EJ does have a sort of appreciation for him.

-He's blind, and although has a walking stick knows his way around the Mansion well enough to not need a guide. His sense of smell and his hearing is incredibly good.

-There's a lot of Braille books in the Library, and the section for it is referred to as the "EJ Section".

-He really likes Harry Potter and watches the movies every year.

-Jeff actually found him right outside the Forest, desperately consuming the flesh of someone Jeff had killed a day prior.

-Jack's sexuality is unknown, but we do know that he is at least attracted to women. He's claimed to have found men hot before but we may never know if he was telling the truth.

-His tail only really comes out when he's in his Demonic State, and yanking on it will NOT get you a good reaction.

-He has a fascination with watching people sleep. Don't ask him why, because he wouldn't tell you the answer.

-Upon his knowledge of what's 'going on', he has an understanding due to Toby constantly covering for Slender and Zalgo's strange behaviour. Due to being uncontrollably violent at times himself, he's sympathetic to whatever's truly going on but doesn't want to get involved.

-He does jobs with the Proxies quite a lot to the point where he even gets a paycheck (The Proxies are not slaves in this AU).

-He's really good at video games and even buys Ben a new Majora's Mask cartridge every year on his birthday to celebrate. Ben sees EJ as one of his favourite people and because of this tells him a lot about what his life was like before Drowning, but EJ won't tell.

-He owns a possessed item. It's a stuffed rabbit named Judas whom he insists can talk, but only when there is nobody else nearby. Lucy read Judas' aura and concluded that whoever is possessing Judas is a malicious entity. Despite this, EJ hasn't gotten rid of him.

-He discovered Nina and Liu and were the ones to bring them to the mansion.

-Due to the Forest being a Labyrinth and preventing it’s residents from ageing, EJ is constantly having an existential crisis on how old he is. Is he 19? Is he 29? Is he 50? He has no idea and worries about it everyday

Well, these are just some of them to get the ball rolling! I hope you liked them! If you want some more AU backstory I'll be happy to give more details ;)

If you want any more of them, whether it be on a specific topic, serious or light-hearted, feel free to ask! This was fun to write, I hope you enjoy reading, please correct me if I say anything that's too out of canon :3

If you’d like to ask for any characters in specific, any AU lore or any questions in general about the world then go ahead I promise I’ll try my best to always respond!!!

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symphonic-scream · 1 month

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Okay hear me out

Persona 5 Stardew Valley au

So we've got the animal seller, Haru, who's parents divorced when she was young. She spent her teen years in the city with her father, but once an adult she decided to live with her mom, and has fallen in love with country life

Makoto has lived in town her whole life. Her older sister left to have a fancy city job, and thinks Makoto is wasting her talents and smarts by staying to keep up the family tradition. Makoto knows someone has to protect the town, and gladly draws her sword to do so. She trains by cutting down trees for the local artist and for town projects

Ryuji is a former golden child. He was going to be a star athlete, but an accident took it from him. He's not really doing anything at the moment, just working on loving life again. His Ma is the bus driver

Shiho moved to town after a similar incident to Ryuji, only she puts all she is into work, to have a place so when they're adults, her girlfriend can leave her family behind so they can be together. She only recently took over the carpentry business from her mentor, and her girlfriend Ann helped expand the business to include furniture and house decor, with design input

The pub in town in Leblanc. While the owner, Sojiro, specializes in coffee, he'll accept local foods to make dishes by request of the townspeople. His daughter Futaba is a recovering shut in, and his wife Wakaba runs the town clinic, with her med student Tae

Yusuke appeared one day, having sold all he had to find a font of inspiration. He fell for the valley, and at first lived in a tent near the mountain. Makoto, who nearly mistook him for a monster, invited him to stay on her family's property. He mostly paints, but does sculptures for order from the nearby city to pay his share of living costs

The town blacksmith is named Munehisa Iwai. He's the broody type, but cares for his son a whole lot. He's just, not good at showing it. He often requests things his kid would like

The town store used to belong to an older man, but he passed it on to a wayward boy and his younger brother, both whom he met by chance. The boys, then in foster care, lived with him until he became too old and ill go run the store. Akira and young Morgana still keep the Velvet Room running, even if old man Igor is living in Hospice

And, the mayor, Lavenza. She's very new to the position, which used to be Igor's. She's hoping to improve the town a lot, and is caring for her younger twin sisters

A strange man lives on the beach, with a strange talent for fishing. Goro doesn't talk about who he was before he moved there. It's behind him.

The library is run by Hifumi, who wants to reopen the museum portion after her parents sold the artifacts to keep it from closing. Hifumi thinks a museum would inspire tourists to donate,

And, finally, our farmer.

Sumire feels lost. Her sister died, her parents can't speak to her without crying, and she feels, trapped, so she impulsively quits her profession. She finds a letter from her grandfather, with the deed to a farm. Needing a reset, she leaves the city and life behind to live in a small town in the valley, where no one knows her, or her sister.

To clear things up, Makoto and Ryuji both grew up in town, have been friends the whole time. Futaba has been in town since she was 6, Hifumi was born there, and Akira and Morgana have been there since they were 14 and 6, now about 21 and 13. Shiho and Ann were in Ryuji's class at school, since they had to travel to a nearby city for school. Haru moved there when she was 18, Yusuke and Goro appeared around 19-20.

Anyways. Talk to me about this

(I'm open to any ships for it pretty much, but I will say I have Okujima in it.)

#persona 5 stardew valley au #makoto niijima #haru okumura #okujima #yusuke kitagawa #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #goro akechi #futaba sakura #akira kurusu #morgana p5 #hifumi togo #sumire yoshizawa

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lambsouvlaki · 10 months

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For the Hell of it 3 - Definitely Just Friends

Character: Jason Todd x civilian! Fem!oc

Rating and Warnings: G, no warnings

Word Count: 1,219

Summary: She and Jason take her dog for a walk and talk about how they're definitely not going to get into a relationship, nu-uh.

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The third time was on purpose. So were the fourth, and fifth.

Jason had been messaging Andy for the last month, more than he had ever texted anyone outside of the vigilante scene since coming back from the dead.

Sometimes he met her at the college library when she had essays to write and he had case work that could be done in public and neither one wanted to be stuck at home. He made annoying orders at the cafe she worked at on weekends, and she made him terrible coffee in return. Conversation drifted from their shared tastes in books, to food, to travel, to whatever came into their heads.

It was all going well until a fear took root in Jason.

He had no business getting into a relationship. For so many reasons. Gotham was its usual unhinged and dangerous self, and the Red Hood played a vital part in its defense. It would be irresponsible to go dragging some innocent into this life. He couldn’t. He was self aware enough to know vigilantism had made him a paranoid mess, and he wasn’t going to make that anyone else’s problem. And he’d seen how the others started taking only safe bets when they had someone to come home to. He wasn’t going to start playing it safe now, not with so many people counting on him.

Not that he and Andy were dating. But it made him nervous when he found himself flirting, or laughing with her just a little too hard. Thinking about her in idle moments on patrol. Idle moments.. Not on patrol.

Andy was fun. She was beautiful and thoughtful and she didn’t see a ghost when she looked at him.

He couldn’t string her along. It wasn’t fair.

Unless of course she didn’t even want him, in which case he was making a damn fool of himself for nothing.

They were meeting up at the dog park at Too Fucking Early o’clock. She was more fond of mornings than him. Her dog Marlow needed a walk, and they were going to stroll down to the good taco truck for lunch. That wasn’t too intimate. It was lunch, anyone could get lunch.

He got there first, wearing dark glasses and squinting resentfully at the bright winter sun that was cutting through the usual diffusing layer of smog. He casually surveyed the others walking around. Crime Alley looked better by day. He didn’t even spot many hidden weapons. There were some young kids squealing on the grass, and a few people jogging in pairs. A fair few people in different uniforms smoked under shop awnings and there was a line for the coffee truck. Poison Ivy had done some light vandalism on the park a year ago but they had it in hand now and nobody had been eaten by the bushes in months. It was downright pleasant.

“Marlow!” Andy’s voice called.

Jason turned and was immediately confronted with soulful black eyes in a large grey snout staring intently at him. The wiry haired dog the snout was attached to came up to Jason’s hip. His mouth split into a wide smile and he presented a hand for him to sniff. Marlow inspected his offering thoroughly. Then he presented his head for pats, bumping his face at Jason's hand.

“Who’s a good boy, hm?” Jason crouched down to rub his sides. “Ready for your walk? No, no licking my face, come on.”

“If the face isn’t for licking, why is it within licking range? Checkmate, human,” Andy said.

Jason smiled up at her. She was dressed in activewear, red and black tights hugging her shapely legs and hips before they were hidden beneath a thick grey hoodie. Her hair was up in a high bun. She grinned back at him, as blinding as the sunlight.

He swallowed and looked back at Marlow. He got his face licked. She laughed at him.

He made a face and stood up. “I had no idea he was so big. Irish wolfhound, huh?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know what he was when I found him as a puppy.” They started walking together along the dirt paths. “My friend who was totally going to get into vet school any day now said he was an Irish terrier.”

Jason snorted.

“How are things with you?”

“Alright. Work’s keeping me busy and Mrs Nikolaou on seventh street gave me a half sheet tray of Moussaka the other day,” he said. He had told her he was a contractor in private security, which in Gotham wasn’t necessarily a criminal activity, it did not invite follow-up questions. It was easier than maintaining an elaborate string of lies, and unlike Bruce he couldn’t get away with telling everyone he got hurt playing polo.

Andy’s eyebrows spiked. “A half-? What is it with little old ladies adopting you? Where’s my moussaka, is what I’d like to know.”

“I guess you’re just not as cute as me.”

“Impossible. I’m fucking adorable.”

He opened his mouth to agree, and then thought better of it. “Marlow’s about to eat duck poo.”

“Marlow!”

They reached the taco truck, which had a line in front of it to his disappointment. It never had a line at 2AM. It smelled amazing though, and they lined up eagerly. Marlow whined very convincingly but he’d already had his lunch.

They got their orders and sat on a low stone wall to eat.

Strands of Andy’s hair had come loose in the wind, and were at risk of getting stuck in her taco. She kept whipping her hair to try and flick it away, since both her hands were dripping salsa. Jason reached over to brush the hair from her face. She looked up at him and blushed. He tucked the hair behind her ear and grinned at her flustered look. She elbowed him in the stomach and stole one of his corn chips.

Then he got skittish and dedicated his attention back to his lunch. Marlow curled up at their feet, keeping a wary eye on passersby. Andy finished hers first and scrubbed at her hands with a napkin.

She cleared her throat. “Hey.”

“What?”

A silence stretched between them. He glanced at her warily.

“I don’t want to make things weird, but, uh. I’ve been meaning to say.” She stared at her hands in her lap. “I’m not looking for anything romantic at the moment. If that was what you were looking for. It’s not that I don’t like you, I just had a bad break up a while ago and I can’t- I’m not- um.”

Relief and crushing disappointment filled him. He chose to lean into the relief.

“I’m not looking for anything more either,” he said and bumped her shoulder.

She let out a breath of relief and looked up at him. “We can be friends, right?”

“Yeah.” He ran his hands through his hair and coughed a laugh. “I was actually trying to figure out how to ask you the same.”

“Yeah? Bad break up too?”

“Na. Just… not in the right place for it.”

Her shoulders relaxed and he did too. The distance he had been trying to maintain between them fell away. It was safe to get close to her now, because he knew it wasn’t going to lead to anything.

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#Jason is Very Good at Feelings Oh Yes #jason todd #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x oc #jason todd x reader #red hood x oc #slow burn #slice of life #fluff #my fanfic #For the Hell of It #red hood

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littlegreenwyvy · 4 months

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Wear a fucking covid mask

Wear a mask Wear a facemask, when you're indoors

Wear a N95 face mask if you're gonna be in public

wear a face mask

Wear a mask if you're going out

I don't know how to explain to people -- my friends and coworkers and family and strangers and people who make important decisions and people just living their lives -- that you are the reason over a thousand people die every week.

You are the reason I cannot leave my house without risk

You are the reason I can't go to the movies or a bar or to get a haircut or a restaurant or the doctor or the dentist or the library or go to fucking WORK OR SCHOOL without coming to terms with there being a non-zero chance I will be dead within the month.

Just because somebody had a friend over who had a ''''cold'''' last week and I happened to sit next to them on the bus.

“Oh it's not that likely” “Oh it'll be mild” “Oh HEALTHY people don't get severe illnesses”

First of all: Wrong

Second of all:

I"M NOT HEALTHY PEOPLE; I'M DISABLED FROM FUCKING COVID

"Oh it's okay because only YOU will die, not us good and healthy people : )"

My favourite is all the excuses

“Oh things aren't that bad yet so I won't take the preventative measures”

"Well I already had it and it wasn't a big deal, so I'm not gonna bother"

"I'm not gonna live my life in fear"

“Well I don't have to anymore so I'm not going to”

You SHOULD HAVE TO

I know it's an unpopular opinion, but I genuinely think that you SHOULD have to wear a face mask and stay a meter apart and take a test before going somewhere. At least in a fucking HOSPITAL or something.

I shouldn't have to BRING MY OWN EXTRA FACE MASKS because my doctor DOESN'T FUCKING HAVE ANY IN THE FUCKING OFFICE

And then they give me the fucking look

That look they get in their eyes

From my fucking DOCTOR, who I go to for my CHRONIC ILLNESS, which I got FROM HAVING COVID.

I should be able to go to work or the library or just out in public without risking catching the fucking plague.

So to all people who choose not to wear a mask: I hate every single one of you. All of you who don't wear face masks indoors:

YOU are the reason for this.

Yes even my friends; I'm sorry but I am blaming you and guilting you about it. If we lived nearby I would not be able to hang out with you because you are unsafe for me to be around. And that is fucking HEARTBREAKING. My FRIENDS, who I LOVE DEARLY, and WANT to be around, and I fucking can't, because of decisions that YOU make. All those times we talk about 'oh if we met up' 'oh if you travelled here' I can't fucking TRAVEL are you NUTS?

Do you know how long you're supposed to isolate if you suspect you've been 'in contact' with someone who had covid? CDC says 10 days from when symptoms start. If you still have symptoms on day 11? Start another 10 days.

Do you know what 'in contact' means? Maybe you do maybe you don't; I had to look it up myself, but maybe it was communicated better in your area. If you've been in the same ROOM as someone for 15 minutes; up to 2 days before their symptoms STARTED (and of course while they are showing symptoms) and up to 10 days AFTER their symptoms began. That means if you know someone had covid last week? They're still potentially transmissible. A stranger in the waiting room at the doctor's office has a cough? Possibly covid. And you know the BEST PART? We have NO IDEA how many cases are asymptomatic. That means that ANYBODY in public could potentially transmit it to you. Lower estimates suggest in the single-digits to 10s of percent of covid cases are asymptomatic, while higher estimates say up to 50%. We just don't know! There's no way to because it's not monitored fucking AT ALL anymore!

Do you know what this means?

It means there is NO WAY of knowing what the risk is. It's a gamble, full-on. Even more so than ever before. And do you wanna know what? I wanna fucking live. The potential to lose my entire fucking life isn't worth it for just about anything, if I'm being honest. I've already been through that once. I had a career in music lined up. I was just about to finish my degree as a clarinetist. I was performing in orchestras as a soloist. And you know what happened? I got covid. Suddenly my lungs and my diaphragm don't work so well anymore. For two whole years I couldn't stand or sit upright for more than an hour at a time, or else I would pass out. Nowadays it's improved; it's not more than 4 hours at a time, and I only feel faint for a while before passing out.

But do you know what that means? It means I can't play clarinet anymore. Over a decade of schooling and practicing and mastering my craft: Gone in an instant. I'll never play again. I lost my entire future and my entire career, because I got covid in 2021, from people who had stopped wearing masks because 'covid was over'. They got it. I got it from them. They survived and are fine. I barely survived and I very much am NOT fine.

This is why I'm so reluctant to take any more risk. Even if I survive, what else will I lose?

My ability to taste or smell? My muscle control? Will my heart condition get worse? Will I never be able to think clearly again? I already can't. How much worse can it get?

Sources seem to say: Much worse

I can't stress this enough that I am LUCKY to be where I am now. I can't function if I don't get more than 10 hours of sleep. I have to take medications every day to SURVIVE. At the end of my work day I pass right out, and wake up just in time to get ready for the next day at work. I do not have a life anymore. And I'm LUCKY, because I RECOVERED. THIS is what 'recovery' looks like, from long covid. It may get better over the next few years. It also might not. It DEFINITELY won't if I get covid again.

If YOU don't care about that, or about how that could happen to you, then I will never willingly be around you. Again, this even goes to my dear friends.

Wear a face mask and STOP being the problem

#vent #covid

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ssahotchnerr · 1 year

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currently thinking about aaron reconnecting with an old friend he had back in college.

like, maybe they both met each other during their first year of college and they're both focused on the law path, but by senior year when aaron already has law school set up, reader takes a step back and decides she actually doesn't want to practice law. she still decides to finish school since she's so close to getting her degree, but she immediately enlists in the military once she's graduated.

and gosh i can totally imagine aaron and reader trying so, so hard to remain in contact because they got so close during their time in uni, but with aaron's time being taken up by studying and reader rising through the ranks it's get so hard

they're still able to send the occasional text, letter, and even a quick call here and there, but one day reader just stops responding. mail is sent back to aaron, calls are mysteriously dropped, and texts don't go through and he's just like, 'what happened' :(

flash forward years later to where maybe one day aaron is grabbing some coffee before going into work and on his way out he bumps into someone and at first he doesn't think much of it cause hey, it happens, but when the other person mumbles out a quick, "oops sorry about that!" his head just snaps up and he realizes that's it's you

and oh my god

the eye contact

the tension

everything

maybe reader stops him and offers her number yo explain everything (she got recruited into some secret task force and lost contact with practically everyone)

maybe aaron lunges forward and wraps her up into a hig because he missed her so much and he had always thought you were dead

maybe, just maybe, they're able to pick up where they left off and are perhaps able to *ahem* turn to a new page if you get what i mean (i'm cackling rn)

oh my gosh just the heartbreak </333 trying so hard to keep in touch- at first, it's easy. multiple letters every week, maybe the occasional call, and over time it just slowly starts to dwindle :( one letter a week turns into one a month, same happens to phone calls, and then it's just complete radio silence :(

and aaron tries so so hard to hold onto you, telling himself that one of these days, conversations will pick up like normal, things will go back to how they were used to be, and he stays hopeful for months. but once a year finally passes, and he still hasn't heard anything from you, he forces himself to move on :( he has no other choice, because it hurts and he doesn't want to put his heart through that any longer :(

but you often flash into his mind, all your past memories. your nights at school- studying in the library until the early morning hours, laughing over popcorn and a movie in his dorm room, you stealing all his college hoodies and him pretending he hates it when you do so- ugh but seeing you in his clothes smiling all teasingly at him- like HA whatcha going to do about it? :D ugh did things to him that he can't even put into words. that one kiss the two of you happened to share. he misses you more than anything, and you're classified as the one who got away.

and likewise, he's constantly on your mind. his dimpled smile, his laugh, his gorgeous brown eyes haunt you when you try to sleep at night. you would do anything to see him again, do anything to give him an explanation of why you disappeared and it wasn't intentional and you're so so sorry, but part of you fears that now that you're gone, he would want nothing to do with you. you still write him letters, you have a whole collection of them but keep them tucked away. it's all you wish you could talk to him about- what you've been doing, small things that happen during the day or cross your mind, countless ones explaining why you went quiet, your favorite parts about him, and how you've been so in love with him from the very very start that you don't even know what to do with yourself.

so then comes that day in the coffee shop. aaron is waiting patiently for his order to be made, you just got yours and are turning to leave, when you bump into him and he apologizes like he's the one at fault, the sweetest man :( the two of you make eye contact, realization hits, and everything just

stops.

both of you are speechless, and everyone else who was in the coffee shop seemingly disappear (aaron even completely misses his order being called) because the only thing you can do is focus on each other. it's almost like a dream, literally because both of you have dreamt about refinding each other, speaking everything that was unspoken into existence. but now that it's happening, neither of you know what to do.

the both of you move at the same time, throwing your arms around each other and not daring to let go. aaron's previous anger fills his chest up a bit - the anger that one day you were just gone, but he doesn't care in the slightest, because finally you're in his arms again. right where you belong. you're filled with a sadness too, because you know you owe him a reason, and you're a bit taken aback he embraced you to begin with, because he deserves to be mad.

ugh aaron mumbles "i missed you so bad" to which you reply "i can't believe it's you" <3333 before the two of you release each other. silence follows, because first, the two of you are still in shock. second, there's so so much that's unspoken and needs to be addressed. and again, neither of you can believe after so long, you've finally finally finally crossed paths again. and that you're both in love with each other.

aaron says something how he has to get going before he's late :( and you immediately offer your number, insisting that the two of you have to talk, which he wholeheartedly agrees.

hehe that very night the two of you get together for dinner, everything gets addressed, including the fact that both of you are completely and utterly in love with each other, even after all this time. and it's like the two of you were never separated to begin with, that nothing has changed.

the two of you finally get your blissfully happy ending <3

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds drabble #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #let's talk aaron <333333

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writers-ex · 1 year

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single parent! reader who is just starting going out with coworker ryujin but she already met her daughter, who is extremely insistent on seeing again "her pretty work friend". when u go to pick her up at kindergarten, she keeps on asking if she's going to eat with you, so you have to call ryujin embarrassed because you've already agreed to go for lunch the next day saying like "can we meet up today? since someone's so eager to see you" and she's so happy but teases you either way, because you're eager to see her too. before going to sleep she tells you to call her goodnight but since you don't want to bother her, you end up filming a video sending her a lot of goodnight kisses and she sends one back for her "lovely girls"

i hope you don't mind that i took the idea and wrote smt a bit...different... I STILL LOVE UR CONCEPT IMMA EXPAND ON THIS SOON BC THAT"S SO CUTE >W<

like ryujin keep meeting your daughter at the library bc she does a daycare program there while you go get groceries, at the end she likes to look at the cover of the books in the nonfiction section, ryujin finds her and ends up re-enacting stories that she shows her just to satisfy her curiosity before you call your daughter to come outside to go home, for a whole week your daughter comes home talking all about her smart grown-up friend in the library making you believe its a new librarian you haven't met and when you decide to enter and meet this 'grown-up friend' you're shocked to see ryujin talking to your daughter about the monarchy in the UK but the kid friendly version which makes you more intrigued when ryujin blushes to see her hug your leg animated introducing you to her 'new friend' you explain that you know each other from work as you pull out your badge and show her that they're the same thing, you thank ryujin for watching her and head home with a now overly curious daughter asking you everything you know about ryujin to the point that she's all she talks to you about and begs you to call 'your pretty work friend' to go eat together right after picking her up from kindergarten you try telling her no but she grabs your phone and manages to call ryujin (which makes you surprised bc she quite slow at reading but she asked her teacher how to spell ryujin's name and now can identify it immediately) and tell her your address to come over with cake and chicken nuggets for dinner before hanging up, you shake your head confused and are in for an even bigger shock when ryujin actually shows up at your house with cake and chicken nuggets that need to be heated up in the oven making your daughter attack her in hugs as you both open the door, you try to apologize for her straight forward nature but ryujin just laughs and helps you around the house while she goes with you to take a bath, after eating and laughing together it feels almost natural to wash the dishes as ryujin reads her an actual children's book, when you finish you find both girls knocked out on the couch and can't help but coo internally at how cute they look so you snap a photo for later and take your daughter to bed before making ryujin a cup of coffee to take with her for the drive back home as you wake her up and thank her for being there for your daughter, she promises to come back to finish the story for her another time and to bring you both a proper meal for her next 'playdate' together ;)

#single parent!reader #anon.txt #itzy #ryujin soft hours #ryujin soft thoughts #itzy soft thoughts #itzy soft hours #itzy fluff hours #itzy fluff thoughts #itzy fluff #ryujin fluff #non idol au #co-worker!ryujin

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moiravim · 6 months

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Roughen Up Part 5: Girl's Dormitories

Roughen Up Masterlist

Regulus Black

Tonight was a lot. I into the common room. People are still partying, but thankfully I had missed the climax. I make my way past everyone and to the staircase going to the girls dormitory.

I start to climb the staircase when the steps turn, making a slide, causing me to fall down.

A few Slytherins give me weird looks, but my focus stays on the staircase. What just happened?

I carefully put my foot back on the step and it happens again. This is what happens when the boys try going to the girl's dormitories.

It shouldn't be happening to me. All my things are up there. My books, my clothes, everything I care about is up there.

How does the staircase even know? I really wish Dorcas was here. She'd know what to do, and if not, she could at least get me my stuff.

I was going to wait for her, but then I saw someone I recognized walking down the staircase.

I think her name is Marlene. She's a Gryffindor who's friends with my brother. Not only that, but she's wearing Dorcas' sweater. I decide not to question if they're together.

"Hey, Marlene, right? Do you know where Dorcas is?", I ask. She looks at me confused. "Um, yeah... She's in her dorm", she responds, confused.

"Could you please go get her for me? It's urgent". Marlene looks at me like I'm not speaking English. There is a long, akward silence and I get ready to repeat myself when Marlene shrugs, nods, then walks back up the stairs.

I know I should be upset to get to my room, but it sort of makes me happy. It makes me feel like I'm a real boy.

I think I'll come out as trans to Dorcas when she gets here. She doesn't seem all that straight herself.

Finally, Dorcas comes around the corner and walks down the staircase. She looks pissed.

"Why didn't you just come up to our dorm?", she asks. I wait for her to finish going down the stairs for me to take a step forwards.

The staircase changes again, making me loose my balance.

Barty Crouch jr

My best friend is Evan Rosier. We've known each other for what feels like forever, but in reality has been quite short.

To be honest, I knew I liked him since the day I saw him. We met during the sorting ceremony, and we haven't really separated since.

He's the only person who makes me feel happy and normal.

I wish I could just surround myself with Evans and never see anyone else ever again.

Everyone else acts like I'm crazy. Maybe I am crazy. But Evan makes me feel sane.

I hear a light knock on the door before it opens. It's Evan and his twin sister, Pandora.

Pandora is nice, but she's pretty weird. At the same time, she's probably the most supportive person I know.

She knows Evan and I are together. She's so sweet about it. If my father found out he'd kill Evan and then me. And possibly all and any witnesses.

Some may call Evan and I 'puppy love', but in my opinion we're meant for eachother. I have a feeling whatever this is, it's going to last.

"Hey, Barty. What are you up to?", Evan asks. I'm thinking about him, that's what I'm doing. "Nothing. What about you?"

He shrugs. "Panda and I were just walking around campus. Did you know how many Hogwarts secrets there are? We keep finding passageways".

Evan is a very active person. He could run all around the school for days. Sometimes I'm like that too, but most of the time I don't want to do anything.

"I'm gonna go sit in the common room", Pandora says as she walks out of the dorm. "Ok! Be careful! Technically your not supposed to be in here", Evan responds. He's right. She's a Ravenclaw in the Slytherin common room. But no one really seems to care about those rules.

Evan jumps onto my bed, collapsing next to me.

Pandora Rosier

I go down the staircase from the boys dormitories. That's when I see her. The girl I met in the library. She's talking to another Slytherin. They both seem upset.

"Hey, is everything okay over here...?", I ask.

"Who are you?", the slytherin girl asks. "Oh! My name is Pandora. Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude".

"Regulus, do you know her?", I hear the girl whisper. Regulus? Is that a nickname? It's a bit strange. 'Regulus' nods.

"Pandora, this is Dorcas. My roommate. Or... Ex roomate", she explains. What does she mean ex roommate? "He can't go up the staircase to our dorms. It won't let him", says Dorcas.

'Him'. Regulus must not be a girl. I guess I should have asked him for his pronouns when we first met.

"What are your pronouns?", I asked him. He responds immediately; "he/him... I just came out. I don't know what to do, I can't get to my dorm and it's getting late".

He just seems so stressed, all I want to do is help him.

So I do.

"My brother has a dorm you can sleep in. There's two extra beds, he'd be selfish to refuse you", I say.

Regulus smiles and nods. I'm happy I could help him. "If you ever need any help transitioning or anything, I'm here. Okay?", I add.

Regulus nods again. "Yeah. Actually, could you help me cut my hair? I'm too scared to do it myself, but I think it would help a lot...", he asks.

I smile at him. "Oh course. Dorcas, would you like to come with?", I question. She shakes her head, "no. I have potions work to do... Sorry".

"It's okay. Don't worry. Come on, Regulus"

I grabbed regulus's hand and guide him to the nearest bathroom. I find a pair of scissors on the way there, and I grab them.

"So...what are we thinking here?", I ask. Regulus shrugs. "I don't know. I just want it shorter...", he says. I nod.

This must be very overwhelming for him. I start cutting small pieces off, making my way up. I stopped once it's a little above his shoulder. "How about this?"

He looks in the mirror and smiles. "Maybe a little shorter?", He asks. "Of course. One moment..." I say, carefully cutting off more pieces. I put more layers in his hair, and put the scissors down when I'm satisfied.

"It's perfect. Thank you Pandora...", He thanks as he looks at himself in the mirror. He finally looks satisfied with his own appearance.

"Your welcome. Now, it's time to go to bed. Come on, I'll take you to my brother, Evan's room".

We walk back to the common room and up to the boys dormitories. He looks nervous, but I send him reassuring smiles. I then knock on Barty and Evan's door.

"Come in!", I hear Evan shout. I open the door. "I brought you guys a roommate! Also, you can't say no. He doesn't have a dorm to go to", I explain.

Evans sighs, but nods. "Yeah, okay. That's fine"

Regular sense me a nervous look, so I take him and guide him to the nearest empty bed. "Get ready for bed, Regulus. I'll help you bring your things here tomorrow. Sounds good?"

I wait for his response. "Sounds good", he lets out an exhausted sigh.

"Barty, Evan... Thanks a lot", I say before walking out.

A/N: I don't really like how people make it seem you need to cut your hair to be trans. You can be trans FTM with long hair, or the other way around. I just wanted Regulus to cut his hair because it makes sense for Regulus. You can most definitely be trans FTM with feminine features. Sorry if I offended anyone with this part.

@jegulusposts @thestarslittleking @doingyourmom069

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