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                             To Love in a Foreign Land

                                Draco Malfoy x reader

Chapter Three: Friends and Enemies

[ Read Part 1 here ]  [ Read Part 2 here ]

You woke up bright and early the next morning, unable to sleep any longer because of the adrenaline pumping through your veins. The greatest adventure of your life was to start today; you’d get to ride on the Hogwarts Express, see the famous castle, and meet so many interesting new people. You took your time bathing, enjoying the scented wash you brought from home and letting the warm water relax your tense muscles. The bubbles from your magical soap floated through the air, sparkling and turning themselves into various shapes of magical creatures, earning an amused giggle from you.

Eventually you stood from the cooling bath water with a content sigh and dabbed your wet skin with a fluffy towel. You dried and lightly curled your hair with your favorite magical brush, although you’d be lying if you said you couldn’t wait to get to Hogwarts so you could just use your wand – it was so much faster and more versatile.

You applied your makeup the non-magical way, thinking of your mother as you did so. The summer after your father’s death, she’d come into your bathroom early one morning as you were brushing your teeth. She didn’t say much. She’d brought her set of makeup and sighed, reaching up to dry the fresh tears from your cheeks.

“Why don’t we do something fun?” she had offered, giving you a watery smile.

You’d spent at least two hours in the bathroom with her that rainy morning, learning all of her fun tips on how to apply makeup. It was the first time you’d smiled, really smiled, since your father’s passing.

It was a happy memory for you and a lovely bit of bonding time with your mom. In the years since, you’d learned a lot from No-Maj magazines and television shows on how to improve your makeup, and you’d even shown your mother the new tricks you’d learned. It was a regular thing now.

You decided to start thinking of something else, considering that you were doing your eye makeup and getting emotional would only make your mascara run. You applied your concealer, highlighter, and lipstick, then quickly sprayed your face with setting spray. You’d learned to apply your makeup magically from your friends at Ilvermorny, but you still enjoyed doing it the No-Maj way sometimes. The motions were repetitive and relaxing.

A quick knock at your door made you jump, but then you heard Eleanor’s sleepy voice.

“Hey, what’re you wearing today?” she asked through the door. You opened it to see her standing there in a fresh robe that matched your own, her hair still wet from the bath. “Oh, wow, you look great!”

“Thanks,” you grinned, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Want me to do your makeup?”

“Oh geez, yes please,” she laughed, stepping into your room. She started shaking the towel through her wet locks as she observed the outfit laid out on your bed. “I suddenly hate every piece of clothing that I packed and I need all of the help I can get.”

“Sure,” you said, running a hand over your soft green t-shirt and fitted distressed jeans that were laid out. “I’m not going too fancy today, we’ll have to change clothes on the train after all. But I still want my look to be flattering, ya know?”

“Teach me, oh great one,” Eleanor grinned, and you rolled your eyes.

After helping her find a cute ensemble out of the incredible amount of clothes she’d managed to fit into her large trunk, you got dressed. The jeans hugged your hips and legs in all of the right places, showing peaks of skin here and there through the distressed fabric. You slipped on a pair of modestly-heeled black booties, giving you a bit of height and your backside a bit more definition. You tucked in your olive green cotton tee and smiled at your reflection. You thought you looked attractive yet approachable, which was exactly what you were going for.

Eleanor wasn’t much of a makeup wearer, but she asked you to help her apply the smallest bit. You brushed some mascara over her lashes and lightly tapped her cheeks with a bit of blush. She was happy with it.

“Oi, well don’ you two look brigh’ eyed,” Hagrid greeted as you and Eleanor met him downstairs by the bar. “Excited fer ya trip to Hogwarts, I reckon?”

“We’re so pumped,” you beamed, nodding in thanks as Hagrid bent to pick up your luggage with ease.

“Is the Hogwarts Express as beautiful as everyone says, Hagrid?” Eleanor asked. The both of you followed the large man out of the door, waving goodbye to a sleepy-looking Tom that was wiping the bar.

“Oh, she’s a beaut,” he said with a smile in his voice. “Had a bit o’ trouble fittin’ in th’ compartments after me firs’ year, but lots o’ good mem’ries on tha’ train.”

Kings Cross Station wasn’t a long walk from the Leaky Cauldron, considering Hagrid’s knowledge of some shortcuts not far from Diagon Alley. It was hard to keep up with his enormous strides, though. In no time, you all were walking into the sunlit and busy station, surrounded by bustling men and women on their morning commute. Many were staring at Hagrid, equally in awe and frightened.

“Now, yer gonna find Platform 9 ¾,” Hagrid told the two of you, leaning down to place your luggage at your feet. “You’ll know wha’ to do. Reckon you’ll see sum other students goin’ through.”

“Thank you so much, Hagrid,” you grinned, briefly squeezing his enormous arm. He smiled back kindly through the bushy beard.

“You rock, Hagrid,” Eleanor said. Hagrid tried not to beam, swatting his garbage lid-sized hand in modesty.

“It’s nothin’,” he grumbled. “I’ll see ya at Hogwarts, yeah?”

“See you later!”

Hagrid waved goodbye and turned, his long strides carrying him away from you in seconds flat.

“Hope everyone at Hogwarts is as nice as Hagrid,” you told Eleanor, turning to her and pulling out the Hogwarts Express ticket from your pocket. Platform 9 ¾ shined back at you in metallic gold lettering.

“Well, let’s get a luggage cart then try to find this weird-ass platform,” Eleanor sighed, picking up her luggage with a huff. You did the same, the two of you waddling towards a group of empty carts beside a nearby barrier. After loading all of your trunks, the two of you began searching for the magical barrier in the midst of all of the normal ones.

“I’m so glad that Cinna will be at the castle when we get there,” you mentioned absentmindedly. “She’d be hooting like crazy with all of this traveling.”

“Same with Bebe,” Eleanor agreed. Bebe was her black cat with piercing green eyes and a very fluffy tail. “She would be throwing a fit and attracting all kinds of unwanted attention.”

You stopped abruptly, throwing out an arm to stop Eleanor as well. Both of your trunks swayed dangerously on your luggage carts from the sudden motion.

“Hold on, there’s Platform 9,” you said, pointing toward the clearly numbered sign hanging from the brick barrier.

“And there’s 10,” your friend nodded, pointing as well. “Okay, now where’s ours?”

“Hagrid said we’d know what to do and to look for other students,” you said, almost to yourself. Your eyes darted around, looking for anyone that would stick out from the crowd. Wizards weren’t always the best at selecting inconspicuous No-Maj clothing.

“Let’s see who’s wearing something ridiculous,” Eleanor snorted, leaning on the handle of her cart and resting her chin in her hand. “Someone’s mom or dad is bound to be wearing a lime green fur coat or something.”

The two of you waited for a few minutes, watching the area around the barrier and nervously glancing at a nearby clock on the wall. It was drawing closer and closer to nine o’clock.

Just as you were beginning to worry that the two of you would miss the train, it happened. A group of girls that weren’t much older than you walked toward the platform, laughing at something casually. One leaned back against the brick between platforms 9 and 10, and boom, it happened. She disappeared through the wall. Each girl, in turns, subtly slipped out of sight, the surrounding No-Maj’s none the wiser.

“Thank goodness,” Eleanor sighed in relief.

The two of you approached the platform with caution, doing your best to remain inconspicuous. You’d learned after many years of living with your No-Maj mother that ordinary people tended to miss out on subtle magic even if it was happening right in front of them — because they weren’t looking for it.

You let Eleanor go first while you played lookout. She backed her cart against the barrier and leaned against it like the group of girls did. In a moment, she’d disappeared. You glanced around nervously, but no one had taken any notice. You breathed out a relieved sigh, then copied her movements exactly.

It felt like a warm, soft breeze as you sank through the brick. Suddenly, the station dematerialized and was replaced by a huge black steam engine and a bustling crowd of robe-clad witches and wizards. You grinned at Eleanor in excitement, looking up to see a red sign that read Platform 9 ¾ in slanted gold lettering. The platform was incredibly busy, filled with families hugging goodbye and the sound of rolling luggage and the hum of excited chatter.

“This is it,” you sighed dreamily. A huge smile broke over your face and Eleanor matched it. Your adventure to Hogwarts was officially beginning.

You and Eleanor rushed to the train in excitement, dragging your trunks along behind you. With a bit of difficulty, you both unloaded the carts and heaved your suitcases through the open door with the help of a station employee. Seeing your evident confusion, he told you in a thick Irish accent to take the trunk containing your school robes and to leave the rest with him.

The inside of the Hogwarts express was cozy, but not incredibly roomy, and you recalled Hagrid’s comment. You snorted at the mental image of the giant man trying to squeeze down the car hallway.

“Let’s find a compartment,” Eleanor whispered to you excitedly, grabbing your hand to pull you along. Her palm was sweaty and so was yours.

You both walked past many students in the train corridor, some looking at the two of you curiously. It was obvious that most of the students seemed familiar with who was in their year at this point, so two new faces that weren’t first years caught some attention. You heard some whispering as you passed, but none of it seemed unkind, at least that’s what you were hoping.

Some compartment doors were open, filled with chatting and laughing teenagers, others were closed. A few glanced curiously at you and Eleanor as you walked by and peered in.

“Is there not a single empty compartment on this train?” Eleanor complained, frustration seeping through her tone.

“Hey, maybe that’s a good thing,” you told her hopefully. “It’ll force us to talk to people, right? Maybe make some friends?”

“That’s all well and good,” she shrugged. “I was just kind of hoping we could avoid the staring for a while longer.”

You hummed in agreement. A few heads were poking out of compartments that the two of you had already passed, not bothering to hide their curious stares. You weren’t sure if you were flattered, uncomfortable, or a weird combination of both.

“I do feel a bit like a zoo animal,” you laughed uneasily.

“Damn it, Y/N, we should’ve looked less hot today,” Eleanor joked, lightly shoving your shoulder. “Now the Brits can’t keep their eyes off of us.”

You laughed aloud at her sarcasm.

“Are the two of you lost?”

You almost jumped in surprise at the unexpected voice coming from behind you. You turned to see a bushy-haired, proud-looking girl that was already in her Gryffindor robes with a shiny red badge pinned to her chest. A tall, freckled and red-headed boy stood behind her. He seemed a bit uneasy.

“Oh, hi,” you smiled, a bit surprised. “We’re just trying to find a compartment.”

The girl’s eyes lit up at your American accent, and the redhead suddenly seemed a lot more interested in the conversation.

“Are you two exchange students from Ilvermorny?” she practically gushed, clasping her hands together in excitement. You and Eleanor exchanged amused smiles.

“Yeah, that’s us,” you replied. “It’s that obvious, huh?”

“Well, the accent gives it away a bit,” the boy grinned, and the girl turned and lightly slapped his arm.

“I mean, it’s that obvious that we look lost?” you corrected yourself, laughing at his smart remark.

The girl smiled sympathetically. She reached out her hand. “I’m Hermione Granger, and this is Ronald Weasley. We’re Gryffindor prefects.”

Ron seemed to stand up a bit straighter at that and puffed out his chest. You and Eleanor each shook her hand in turn, introducing yourselves. Ron waved a bit awkwardly but not unkindly.

“So, what’s a prefect?” Eleanor asked curiously, pointing to the badges on their chests.

“We were chosen out of a select number of students in our year to guide our peers and help to uphold the rules,” Hermione stated proudly. “A boy and girl are chosen from each house. I’ve read about Ilvermorny, but couldn’t find anything about student guides.”

“In our fourth year, three students are chosen to help the younger kids with their studies and stuff,” you shrugged. “They’re a bit like glorified tutors, but I don’t know if that’s the same thing.”

Ron’s chest puffed out again, pride in his stance. “We do a bit more than that, I’d say.”

At Eleanor’s giggle, he seemed to remember that he needed to look cool and crossed his arms, leaning against the nearest compartment door as casually as he could. Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

“Well, we’re here to help,” she said, an excited glimmer in her brown eyes. “There’ll be prefects to help you two in whatever house you’re sorted. But you’re always welcome to come to one of us! I’d absolutely love to hear all about America’s magical education. Doesn’t that sound positively fascinating, Ron?”

He shrugged, not hiding his disinterest well. She was obviously a bookworm and he very obviously was not.

“Anyway, there are normally a few empty compartments toward the back of the train,” Hermione said, seeming to remember that you four were standing in the middle of the almost empty hallway.

“Awesome, thanks,” Eleanor smiled.

“I’d truly love to stay and chat, but we’re expected in the prefect’s carriage,” she sighed apologetically, and you had no doubt that she really was sorry to miss the chance to ask you as many questions as possible. “It was lovely to meet you.”

“You too,” you said, and stepped aside so that Hermione and Ron could walk toward the front of the train.

The floor lurched, almost knocking you and Eleanor off balance, and the steam engine whistled. The train was slowly beginning to move.

“Hogwarts, here we come,” Eleanor squealed, clapping her hands. The two of you hugged in excitement, ignoring a few of the people still sneaking peeks at you from their open compartment doors.

You and your friend practically skipped down toward the end of the train, taking Hermione’s advice and finally finding an empty compartment. With a great heave, you swung your luggage up to the top rack and removed your wand from one of the zippered pockets. You hadn’t done magic all summer and the itch was almost irresistible. Eleanor was obviously thinking the same thing, flicking her wand silently at a small magazine she’d pulled from her bag.

“Did you ever get the hang of non-verbal spells?” she asked, not taking her eyes off of the magazine that lay motionless on the bench beside you.

“Eh,” you said noncommittally. You were modest. “We learned it right before break, and most of the class didn’t get it anyway. I’m always a bit rusty when summer ends.”

“Same,” she muttered, flicking her wand relentlessly in repeating patterns. But the magazine still didn’t move.

You pulled a book out of your trunk: Hogwarts, a History: The Revised Edition. You wanted to learn as much about the school as you possibly could before you got there. Not only would the knowledge make navigating the castle a bit easier, but you could almost feel your father inside of the pages. With every new experience, like meeting Hagrid, staying in the Leady Cauldron, and boarding the train, you felt closer and closer to him.

“Oh, shit!”

Eleanor’s scream made you jump, and you realized with a whiff of smoke that the magazine had burst into flames. You bolted out of your seat and quickly drew your wand.

“Aguamenti!” you exclaimed. Water rushed from your wand tip and extinguished the burning pages. You both were panting as you turned your irritated gaze to her. She grinned sheepishly.

“Told you I was rusty…”

“Were you trying to catch it on fire?” you questioned, adrenaline starting to retreat. Your heart was still pounding.

“Um, no,” she practically whispered. “I was trying to freeze it.”

You snorted, holding back a laugh. “Keep that up and you won’t end up in Ravenclaw.”

“I’m just nervous! Horned Serpent won’t let me down. I’m sure the Sorting Hat will see that.”

She waited for you to agree, craving your confirmation. You smiled at her, understanding her nerves. You were not-so-secretly terrified that the hat wouldn’t be able to sort you at all.

“Of course it will be able to tell,” you said kindly, and Eleanor let out a breath she’d been holding.

Determined to help her with her uneasiness, the two of you practiced simple non-verbal spells for the next forty minutes or so. When you froze a magazine page on your first try, Eleanor seemed to deflate. You then purposefully messed up on every attempt until she successfully covered a page in ice. She pumped a fist into the air, overjoyed. You smiled.

Then your compartment door slid open, revealing the bushy-haired prefect.

“Hello,” she smiled. “Our prefect meeting just finished. Would you like to join us in our compartment?”

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you grinned, thankful that a kind student was already taking you and Eleanor under their wing.

The two of you pulled your belongings down from the racks above your seats and followed Hermione down the hallway. The compartment was only a few paces away from yours.

She slid open the door and walked inside, reaching to help Eleanor slide her trunk onto the overhead shelf. A boy with dark, somewhat messy hair and glasses looked up in surprise. He was sitting across from Ron, the redhead that you’d met earlier. Ron greeted you with a short wave, whispering something quickly to the raven-haired boy.

“Don’t be rude, introduce yourself,” Hermione scolded. She sounded like a disappointed mother.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” the green-eyed boy muttered. He stood and stuck out his hand, albeit awkwardly. “I’m Harry.”

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you smiled, shaking his hand. It was calloused, but warm.

“Eleanor,” your friend said, shaking his hand as well.

“They’re exchange students from Ilvermorny,” Hermione gushed, sitting down beside Ron. You sat down on the opposite bench next to Harry, then Eleanor sat beside you. “Isn’t that so exciting?”

Harry looked mildly confused. “Ilvermorny?”

“Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,” Hermione said, waiting for him to catch on. He didn’t. “It’s the magical school in America,” she explained, looking a bit put out that he didn’t know this. “Honestly, Harry, we learned about other wizarding schools from Professor McGonagall last term, remember? After Christmas she posted the I.W.S.E.P. signup sheet in the common room.”

“I was a bit distracted with the tournament last year,” Harry said, a bit defensive because of her gaze.

Hermione sighed, suddenly looking sad. She looked to Ron expectantly. “You remember, don’t you, Ronald?”

Ron grinned uneasily. “Sure, yeah. Good ole I.W.S.E.P.”

“What does I.W.S.E.P. stand for, Ron?” she asked flatly.

“Uh… well, International, uh, Witch… Witch Switching Event—?”

“Honestly! Just admit you didn’t listen either, Ron!”

“It’s not a big deal,” you cut in, grinning uneasily. “Most of my house didn’t listen either. A lot of the students who ended up doing the exchange program already knew about it way beforehand. I’d decided I was going by my third year.”

Hermione was suddenly very interested in what you had to say, and Ron shot you a thankful look. You could see that Harry was doing his very best not to laugh at Ron.

“Tell us all about your school!” Hermione squealed, scooting to the edge of her seat and resting her chin in her hands. She reminded you of a small child watching their favorite television program. “What’s it like? I’ve read all about the sorting process, it is absolutely fascinating. And that you don’t receive your wand until after your sorting ceremony?”

“Wow, you know a lot about it,” Eleanor said, mildly impressed.

“Hermione knows loads,” Ron interjected. Hermione tried to hide her flattered grin, but the slight flush of her cheeks betrayed her.

Harry was looking out the window, his brow furrowed. His mind was obviously elsewhere.

“Well,” you began, looking away from Harry and back to Hermione and Ron, “Ilvermorny is modeled after Hogwarts, ya know, so not too much is different.”

“Oooh, yes, I read about that too,” Hermione nodded. “The founder, Isolt Sayre, dreamed of going to Hogwarts in her childhood, didn’t she?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, “that’s why one of our uniform colors is blue. She wanted to be a Ravenclaw.”

“Same,” Eleanor sighed. Hermione grinned at her.

“Are you academically inclined?” she asked Eleanor.

“I’d like to think so,” Eleanor shrugged. “I’ve just heard that my house, Horned Serpent, and Ravenclaw are kind of alike. I’ll be happy no matter what house I’m sorted into, but I think Ravenclaw may feel a bit more like home.”

“I was almost sorted in Ravenclaw,” Hermione said, and you weren’t surprised.

“Really? Then why are you in Gryffindor?” Eleanor asked, scooting to the edge of her seat too.

“I chose it,” she said simply. “Books and cleverness are important, of course, but there are more important things.”

“So, the Sorting Hat will let you choose your house?” you asked quickly. Hermione noticed the desperate twinge in your tone.

“Well,” she said gently, “to a degree. But only if you truly belong there.”

You sighed. Hermione looked at Eleanor questioningly.

“She’s nervous that she won’t be sorted,” Eleanor explained, rolling her eyes but squeezing your arm.

“Everyone gets sorted,” Ron assured, certainty lacing his tone. “My whole family’s been in Gryffindor, I remember as a First Year being terrified that I was gonna end up in another house. But it all works out, doesn’t it?”

“Why are you afraid that you won’t be sorted?” Hermione asked curiously.

You shrugged, tucking your hair behind your ear shyly. You never enjoyed talking about this, afraid that you’d come off as bragging.

“Well, this thing happens at Ilvermorny sometimes, during the sorting ceremony,” you began hesitantly. Harry turned his head towards you, the conversation catching his interest. “It doesn’t happen super often…”

“Like, once every decade or two,” Eleanor added. You blushed a bit.

“More than one house can choose you,” you explained, wringing your hands together. “The houses show that they want you when their wooden statues come to life. You stand in the middle of the circle and the whole school is watching from the side and the balconies above.”

“Do you have four houses like we do?” asked Ron.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Horned Serpent, Pukwudgie, Thunderbird, and Wampus.”

“What happens if more than one house chooses you?” Harry asked. Hermione seemed glad that he was taking part in the conversation, relieved even. You wondered why.

You turned to Harry. “If more than one house chooses you, then the student gets to choose where they want to go.”

“A bit like the Sorting Hat,” Hermione added. “So, what happens once every ten years?”

“It’s not uncommon for more than one house to choose a student,” Eleanor said, “but it only happens once every few years that three houses will show interest. Even rarer that all four want someone.”

“All four wanted me,” you said quietly, a bit embarrassed by the attention. Ron’s eyebrows shot up and Hermione seemed very impressed. Harry seemed impressed as well, exchanging a loaded glance with Ron.

“Imagine the Sorting Hat announcing that it can’t decide,” Ron said to Harry, laughing in disbelief. “Can you imagine? I think McGonagall’s head would explode.”

“Has that ever happened?” you asked worriedly. “I mean, what if the Sorting Hat doesn’t know where to put me?”

“It’s never failed to sort a student in Hogwarts’ history,” Hermione assured you, putting a comforting hand on yours before pulling it away. “I’m quite certain it would just allow you to choose.”

You sighed.

“What house did you go with?” Harry asked you.

“Thunderbird,” you answered, a smile creeping onto your face. You were proud of your house.

“And what kind of person goes to Thunderbird?” asked Ron.

“Well, it’s said that Thunderbird leans toward adventurers and represents the soul.”

“The soul?” asked Harry, brows pulling together.

“The houses at Ilvermorny aren’t exactly like Hogwarts,” Eleanor explained, biting her lip as she thought. “I’m not sure how to explain it. Ilvermorny houses are said to represent parts of a human being. Horned Serpent usually leans toward scholars, so it represents the mind. Wampus leans toward warriors, so the body. Thunderbird favors adventurers, so the soul. And Pukwudgie favors healers, so people who lead with their heart.”

“It’s such an interesting take on things, don’t you think?” Hermione said dreamily to no one in particular. She was like a sponge, soaking up every word that came out of your mouths.

“Why did you go with Thunderbird?” asked Harry.

“People ask me that a lot,” you smiled. “What I told Eleanor is… I guess I see the soul as the root of everything? I mean, it all goes back to that. When we’re born, when we die, our souls are who we are at the most fundamental level. They last long after we leave this earth.”

Harry sighed, nodding almost imperceptibly. His eyes were filled with some sort of pain that he was making an effort to hide. Ron and Hermione watched him, concerned.

“I think that’s a lovely sentiment,” Hermione said to you, “that souls are the beginning and never-ending. That the people we care about never really leave us after they die.”

You smiled, your father’s joyful face flitting through your mind. “Yeah. That’s actually one of the reasons I wanted to come to Hogwarts. My dad was a student here.”

“Blimey, really?” Ron laughed. “Knew you weren’t so bad, you’ve got a bit of Brit in you.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, Hermione turning to Ron and slapping his arm again. You gathered that this was a common occurrence between the two.

“He was in Hufflepuff,” you said.

“Oh, Gryffindors get along swimmingly with Hufflepuffs,” Hermione chirped. “We normally have a few classes together every term.”

“Bet your dad’s rooting for you to get sorted into Hufflepuff, yeah?” Ron questioned.

Eleanor looked down at her shoes, clearing her throat uncomfortably. You bit your lip and Hermione seemed to instantly detect that something was wrong. Ron, of course, was oblivious.

“Uh, actually, he died a few years ago,” you said quietly. Harry turned to look at you, understanding in his green eyes.

“Oh, damn. Sorry,” Ron mumbled, avoiding your eyes.

“No, you’re fine, Ron,” you said quickly. “It’s not like it’s a taboo subject or anything. I just don’t talk about it much is all.” You shrugged halfheartedly. “I should probably get used to talking about it more anyway, I guess, now that I’ll be at a new school where my dad used to go. I’m just hoping to, I don’t know, get closer to his memory somehow? I know it sounds stupid.”

“It’s not stupid at all,” Harry said quickly. You were a bit surprised by the intensity of his tone. “When I hear things from the professors about my mum, or see a Quidditch trophy that my dad won, I can feel it. Like I’m getting a glimpse at them.”

Ron and Hermione exchanged sad glances. You didn’t miss the gloomy air that the three were giving off.

“Your parents…?” you asked quietly.

“Are dead, yeah,” he answered. He ran a hand through his dark hair, and then you saw it. With an audible gasp, you didn’t understand why you didn’t realize it before. He’d introduced himself as Harry, after all.

“You’re – oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize,” you stammered, “… that was a stupid question, I shouldn’t have asked. I just didn’t know who—who you were.”

Eleanor seemed confused, then her eyes fell upon the lightening scar that was no longer hidden underneath his dark hair. Her mouth dropped open quite unabashedly.

“It’s alright,” Harry shrugged. “It was actually sort of nice, meeting people who didn’t instantly know who I was.”

“Well, uh, it’s cool to meet you,” you said awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah! Like, beyond cool,” Eleanor grinned behind you.

You couldn’t believe this whole time that you were discussing worries as silly as sorting to The Boy Who Lived, the boy who, as a baby, defeated You-Know-Who and survived the Killing Curse. Your problems and fears must seem so small and trivial to him.

Harry offered an awkward but understanding smile. You realized that he must deal with this reaction every time he met someone new. It must’ve been exhausting.

Just then, the compartment door flew open with an unpleasant bang. In strutted two large boys that reminded you of stunted gorillas, following a familiar handsome face and perfectly styled light blonde hair. The atmosphere of the compartment poisoned; you could feel the instant shift in the air. Your three new friends were glaring at Draco Malfoy with all of the hatred and disgust they could possibly muster. You exchanged a glance of recognition with Eleanor, the two of you sinking back into your seats to avoid whatever confrontation was obviously coming.

“Potter,” Draco spat, the name rolling off his tongue like a curse, “just thought I’d drop by to show you this.” He stood up straighter in his fitted black suit, a green prefect pin glinting on his chest. “Someone needs to remind you of your superiors.”

“Big whoop, Malfoy, we’re prefects too,” Ron spat back, pointing to the pin on his chest. Malfoy sneered.

“Obvious lack of judgement, Weaselby,” he smirked. His grey eyes pierced through Hermione, his nose wrinkling in disgust. “If they allow mudbloods to be prefects now, then what’s a blood traitor?”

You and Eleanor gasped at his use of the slur. Even then, he didn’t seem to notice the two of you, too intent on causing chaos.

“And what does that say about you, Potter?” he smirked nastily. “That they get chosen as prefects over you? Not Dumbledore’s little golden boy anymore, are you?”

Draco’s cronies laughed behind him, fueling his ever-deepening smirk.

Harry shot up from his seat, rage radiating off of him in waves that were almost visible. This was obviously what Malfoy came for. His face was twisting into a superior smile. Harry’s wand was clutched in his shaking fist.

“At least my father’s not a cruel, murdering, prejudiced piece of—”

“Harry, he’s not worth it,” Hermione begged, standing to grab Harry’s arm and pull him back.

“Keep my father’s name out of your mouth, Potter,” Draco threatened. He stepped closer to Harry as Hermione continued to attempt to pull her friend back with little success. Harry’s grip tightened on his wand so much that his fingers turned white, causing a few sparks to fly out of the tip. Malfoy’s cronies were beginning to crack their knuckles in anticipation.

You weren’t sure when you decided to do this, or why in the hell you thought it was a good idea, but you suddenly stood. Malfoy and his bodyguards finally seemed to realize that there were two other people in the compartment. Recognition flitted across his face, and you knew that he recognized you from the day before in Madam Malkin’s.

“I could be wrong, but I don’t think anyone in this compartment gives two damns that you’re a prefect, Draco,” you snapped, a confidence in your voice that you certainly weren’t feeling. Harry, Ron, and Hermione gaped at you in shock, both surprised by your involvement and the fact that you even knew who Malfoy was.

Draco was taken off guard, but quickly recovered.

“I heard whispers of Americans on the train,” he said unkindly, eyes glinting but holding the slightest bit of fascination. “I suppose Hogwarts is officially scraping the bottom of the bin nowadays.”

Anger curdled in your stomach and boiled in your blood. You could easily see why Harry was so quick to anger the moment Malfoy stepped into the compartment—he was getting under your skin, too.

“Well, I guess they are if you’re here,” you said, crossing your arms, “and named a prefect no less? They’re obviously lowering their standards. I mean, damn, I just met you and I already think you’re a waste of space.”

Ron snorted behind you, not bothering to hold back his laugh. Hermione even had to slap a hand over her mouth not to giggle. Draco’s scowl was venomous, far more intimidating than the one he’d given you in the robe shop when you’d called him an asshole.

“I’d be careful if I were you,” he said, dangerously quiet. His blue-grey eyes drilled into you, and the most conflicting sensation of butterflies and hatred trickled from your stomach to your toes. “Already associating with mudbloods and blood traitors before you even hit the grounds? Pity.”

“Ya know, I really don’t like that word,” you said, sickeningly sweet. Your wand was at Malfoy’s throat before anyone could react, and Draco’s cronies didn’t seem to know what to do. They drew their wands and pointed them at you, looking at each other with confusion.

Draco’s surprised eyes were locked with yours, his chin tilted up and his Adam’s apple bobbing with a nervous gulp. He was doing his best to act tough, but you could tell that he was uneasy. He didn’t know you and didn’t know what you were capable of. He had been banking on a fight with Harry, not on a fight with you.

“Nah ah ah,” you smiled, shaking your head at the drawn wands of the gorillas flanking him. You pointedly twisted the tip of your wand into Draco’s neck a bit – not enough to hurt him, of course, but enough to make your point. “I’ll hex him before you can even open your mouths.”

They exchanged fearful glances again, their wands wavering. Draco didn’t dare turn his head to look at them, but seethed through his teeth, “Lower your wands, you morons!”

They did as they were told, and you smiled at them. “That’s better.”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn’t seem to know what to do either, but their faces were filled with gleeful astonishment. Eleanor was staring at you in awe. You didn’t blame her; you weren’t one to get into fights at Ilvermorny. Actually, you’d never been in a fight; you’d never done anything like this. But the adrenaline rushing through your veins was a heady combination when it mixed with the butterflies dancing in your gut.

“You know what my specialty is, Draco?” you asked, tapping your wand teasingly against his Adam’s apple. He gulped again and closed his eyes, breathing loudly through his nose. “I’m pretty good with non-verbal spells. You’d never know what was coming.”

He nervously licked his lips and stared back down at you, eyes filled with distaste, anger, and something else that you couldn’t quite place.

“And non-verbal as in, ya know, making you non-verbal,” you added with a smirk reminiscent of his own, pressing the tip of your wand into the side of his neck. Again, not enough to hurt him, but enough to make his heart race. Yours was racing too.

You had no idea where this surge of confidence was coming from, but you sure as hell weren’t stopping now.

“If I hear that nasty, disgusting word come out of your mouth again… well, you won’t be saying anything for a while,” you whispered sweetly. Draco’s clenched jaw, the vein popping out of his neck, his furrowed brows and gaze so intense that you couldn’t distinguish between the adrenaline and the butterflies anymore – you realized with overwhelming shame just how hot you thought he was.

You hated yourself.

“You’ll regret this,” he whispered venomously, meant for your ears only.

“Will I really?” you asked, tapping the wand against his throat again. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for your wordless hex. You stood there for a moment, anticipation building, letting him think that you were going to do it. Then, with a satisfied laugh, you lowered your wand and stepped back. You’d never planned on hexing him, not really, but you wanted him to know that you could, at any moment, without any incantation to warn him.

Draco’s eyes popped open, feeling the sudden loss of contact. He let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding, reaching up to rub at his neck. He eyes darted around the compartment, taking in the smug faces of the Gryffindors and the confused faces of his cronies. With intense anger, he realized just how embarrassed he was.

“You better watch your back, Potter!” he spat, pointing a pale finger at Harry’s amused face. “Your luck is running out. He’s got plans for you. He’s going to kill you, just like your boyfriend.”

Harry’s face darkened. Then Draco’s furious eyes darted to you.

“And you,” he whispered spitefully, “you’ll regret ever leaving your backwoods trailer!”

You had no doubt that he meant it, but you hid your apprehension at his words, only raising a skeptical eyebrow at him.

With that, he stomped off down the hall, tailed closely by his muddled friends. You could hear him cursing the whole way.

“Y/N!” Eleanor breathed in disbelief, gripping your arm like a vice and dragging you down to the seat beside her. “What the actual fuck was that? I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was pretty awesome—but what the fuck?!”

“That was bloody brilliant!” Ron exclaimed, practically jumping out of his seat in joy. “Will you marry me?”

You all busted into laughter.

“Malfoy might have it out for you even more than Harry,” Hermione giggled, but there was an air of uneasiness. “Not that I don’t think you’re capable of defending yourself, but are you sure that was clever? He’ll be out for blood now.”

“Come on, Hermione,” Ron rolled his eyes, “you’re ruining the moment!”

“Yeah, take the victory, Hermione,” Harry agreed with a grin.

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Thirty minutes later, Harry grabbed a silvery-looking cloak from his trunk, tucking it under his arms and murmuring something about returning in a few minutes. You didn’t think anything of it, but Ron and Hermione seemed a bit skeptical and irritated by the action.

The rest of the train ride was peppered with questions about Hogwarts and Ilvermorny, funny quips about what happened with Malfoy, and a delicious helping of sweets from the friendly trolley witch. Harry never returned.

You hadn’t realized just how much time had passed when Hermione stood up and stretched, instructing Ron to change into his robes. They needed to go back to the prefect carriage toward the front of the train before arrival, she explained. She recommended that you and Eleanor change into your school robes as well.

The Hogwarts Express pulled into a small wizarding village called Hogsmeade at dark, just as you finished adjusting your new robes and helping Eleanor fix her hair. You could hear the chuga-chuga of the wheels slow, and the train lurch as it came to a full stop. Compartment doors were banging open and students were talking, laughing, and running down the hallways as they trickled out of the train.

You and Eleanor grabbed your luggage, stuffed your wands into the pocket of your robes, and set out into the night. The enormous castle loomed before you, quite visible from the village. The lit windows winked at you against the backdrop of the inky night sky.

“It’s Hogwarts,” Eleanor whispered in awe.

You were content.

[ Read Part 4 here ]

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Can We Keep It?

pairing: Bokuto x Fem! Reader

genre: fluff, crack 

warnings: cussing and kissing scene 

word count: 2K

summary: Bokuto decides to bring home an animal only for it to be the complete opposite of what he expected it to be. 

A/N: Hello! So this is my very first Bokuto x reader, and I’ve very unsure if I got his character right, but I hope I did him justice. This was originally supposed to be short and sweet but turned into long and sorta spicy... I can’t help myself. 

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“Bokuto, put. it. down!” I yelled, pointing my finger at my owl like boyfriend who stood at the doorstep holding a small black and white animal in his arms. 

Me and Bokuto have been dating for about 3 years now and only recently got a place together after high school. It was a nice small little home that looked sorta like a cottage core house, but it was Bokuto who begged me to move into the house with him. With our time together I was used to his crazy stunts and if I’m being honest I love him for it, but so far this has been the dumbest thing he has ever done. 

Before Bokuto had arrived home today I was sitting on the couch looking through random channels on TV hoping to find something to entertain me while Bokuto left to go to the store. Typically I never allow him to venture to the store alone as he tends to buy everything other than what we actually needed such as the time he bought a whole 12 boxes full of ramen that we both wouldn’t be able to eat. This time though, he begged me to let him go stating that since I was sick a couple weeks I would still be too weak to go to the store.  Reluctantly I agreeded, giving him my wallet and sending him out into public. From the trip that was supposed to be at most an hour turned into 3 then 4 and finally 5 hours. Just when I was about to pick my phone up to call my owl of a boyfriend there was a light knock at the door, and that’s when I saw it. 

“Y/n but what if it’s hurt” Bokuto spoke, holding the animal tightly in his arms as if it were a child 

“You’re about to hurt in a minute if you don’t put the damn thing down!” I screamed, trying my best to stay calm although failing miserably 

Currently, my dumbass of a boyfriend was brought home by Akaashi carrying what looked to be an animal in his arms. At first I thought it was a cat, but that was until I noticed the rather large white stripe that ran along it’s back. I looked over at Akaashi, only to see him getting in his car and leaving, obviously leaving me to deal with Bokuto all by myself. 

“Look Y/n we match!” Bokuto spoke happily, lifting the skunk up and putting it next to his head, showing off their matching two-toned hair 

My eyes widened watching the scene play out in front of, more scared of the house getting sprayed and stuck with that horrid scent rather than Bokuto. I let out a sigh, bringing my hand to my forehead before speaking 

“Bokuto, honey, please let the skunk go, we can’t keep it” I plead, trying my best to reason with the dumb owl in front of me 

I watched as Bokuto’s faced dropped, a frown taking the place of the large smile, his hair seemingly dropping a little. 

“Kuroo would let me keep it” He mumbled, before turning towards the front door, the skunk now held tightly back in his arms 

I froze in my spot, my eyes widening as his words ran through my mind “Kuroo would let me keep it” 

“Excuse me?” I ask, my eyes staring him down, my hand turning into fist 

I watch as Bokuto stops mid turn, knowing I heard what he said. He turns his head to me and smiles almost knowing he’s going to be in trouble in even more trouble. 

“Koutarou Bokuto if you don’t get your ass in the backyard in the next 10 seconds…” I pause trying to think of a good punishment “No sex for a month” I state, watching as his golden eyes widen at my statement 

“Y/n you’re joking” He begins with a small chuckle, turning around fully and walking towards me 

I cross my arms and stand my ground, glaring at him 

“10” I state, beginning to count down 

“Come on you can’t be serious” Bokuto says, trying his best to make me stop 

“9” I continue, still completely serious 

I watch as Bokuto looks to the skunk in arms before let out a small sigh and slowly trudging to the back door until he suddenly stops and turns to me 

“You told me to put it in the backyard, does that me we are keeping it?!” He asks a hopeful smile spreading across his face 

I  bite my cheek, trying my best to not yell at him, my nails leaving a crescent mood shape in my palms as I squeeze my hands tighter. 

“5!” I say, counting down, watching as he instantly turns to the back door rushes outside placing the small creature on the grass beneath him. 

I let out a sigh relief, pushing some of my h/c out of my face, and walking over to the back door. As I reach the door frame I notice Bokuto standing in front of the skunk, his hands on his knees watching as the animal wobbles around in the unfamiliar area. I wasn’t going to say anything, but that was until I noticed the animal moving a little closer to the large man. 

“Honey, get away from the skunk” I warn, watching as it notices the large man hovering over it 

“Oh it’s okay Y/n, it can’t hurt me” He assures, waving me off as he watches the animal intently

I bite my lip, watching the two interact, a little nervous that Bokuto will get sprayed and I’ll have to be the one to wash him off. 

“It can’t hurt you, but I sure can” I said, my eyes following the small two toned creature

The skunk wobbles up to Bokuto, sniffing him, before letting out a small squeak. I step forward a bit, getting closer enough to Bokuto that if needed, I could pull him by his shirt and bring him back into the house. My eyes look from my boyfriend then down to the skunk, just in time to see the animal turning from Bokuto and lifting its tail up. 

“Bokuto move!” I say going to reach out to him, but just as my hand touches the back of his shirt the skunk sprays him part of it getting on me

I stand close to Bokuto awestruck, the strong smell of rotten eggs starting to fill my nose. I gag as the smell gets worse, the skunk running away from the both of us, heading off to the woods that were behind the house.  

“Bokuto you fucking idiot I told you to move away from it!” I yelled, turning around and move away from him 

“I thought it was a cat” He says staring at the ground where the skunk used to stand 

I freeze as I start to take my shirt off, turning back around to look at my boyfriend. 

“Your’re joking right?” I ask, hoping that he was just fucking with me

Without an actual response, Bokuto turns to me, sadness in his eyes. My heart drops a little as I see how upset he was from the skunk running away. 

“Kou,” I say softly, moving my hands from the hem of shirt and walking over to him “Honey, I’m sorry but you can be so dumb sometimes” I say, holding back a small laugh as I place a hand on his back, rubbing gently 

Bokuto turns to me, a frown on his face as he notices me trying to hold back a laugh. I smile at him as our eyes lock, but it’s cut short as the smell of the skunk spray gets stronger. 

“Okay, we can make up later, but right now you need to take those clothes off” I say trying to waft the smell away from my nose 

Bokuto’s frown instantly turns into a smirk as I finish my sentence, an eyebrow raising. My eyes widen as I realize where his mind went 

“Hey you pervert!” I yell slapping him lightly on the back “I’m not doing anything with you until you get rid of that smell” I continue, motioning the now skunk sprayed clothes of his 

“Awe come on it wasn’t my fault it sprayed me” Bokuto complained, the frown back on his face

I roll my eyes with a laugh, turning around and making my way back to the house, stopping as I reach the doorstep to take off my shirt that was also sprayed. My hand grip the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it off of me, before throwing it to the side letting it fall on the cement steps.  As I reach down the cool button of my shorts I feel two large hands rest on top of mine, the contrasting coolness of my skin and the warmth of the hands feeling oddly calming. I turn gaze over to the left my eyes meeting the forehead of Bokuto, as his head dips down to my neck his lips grazing over the soft skin of my collarbone. 

“H-Hey” I say, stuttering as the warmth of his breath fans against me

Bokuto’s fingers lightly tap against my hands, his fingertips finding their way to the button of my shorts and undoing it without a problem. My back was pressed against his clothes chest, the feeling of his heart beating against my back sending a chill through me. I feel him smirk against my neck as his lips finally connect to my skin, a gasp leaving my mouth as he bites down gently. One of his hands slowly moves up from my shorts, the tips of his calloused fingers tracing small patterns on the skin of my exposed stomach. 

“K-Kou” I begin, trying my best to get a sentence out past the soft moans that leave my throat 

Bokuto’s kisses slowly being to move up from my neck up to my jawline, bitting and sucking on the sensitive skin as he went, hickeys almost certainly are going to be left behind. A soft moan comes out of my mouth as Bokuto softly bites my ear lobe, the pressure making my eyes flutter close. I turn my head, my lips inches away from his. A smile crosses my face as his breath blows against my face, his golden eyes staring into my e/c ones. 

“Kou” I whisper, my lips brushing against his, my hands moving to rest a top his 

“Hm?” Bokuto hums, waiting for me to continue 

I lean closer to his lips, a smile growing on his face as my soft lips connect with his only to separate from him after a few seconds, a whine coming from Bokuto. I reach a hand up and gently place it against his face, my thumb running across his cheek. 

“Go take a bath” I whisper against his lips, a large frown taking placing of the lustful look Bokuto had 

I gently pat his cheek, before I move from his grasp and step into the house. Turning around and watching as he starts to take his clothes off, placing them with my discarded shirt. My eyes immediately move to scan his chest, his very well built chest. A blush crosses my cheeks as I watch him strip, although I’ve see this man naked many times I can’t help but get flustered watching as his muscles move. 

“H-Hurry up and get into the bathroom” I say, quickly turning my gaze from him and heading to the kitchen 

My cheeks still hot and flushed as I reach up and grab a couple cans of tomato sauce remembering my mom telling that it could be used to help rid the smell of skunk. I stand on my tiptoes, reaching up and grabbing a couple cans. 

“Need help?” Bokuto’s voice rings out, almost making me jump as I feel him come up behind me 

I look down at the counter top before looking behind me to see a smile on his face as his bare chest is almost touching my back. Rolling my eyes I scoff, crossing my arms and looking up at him 

“Please” I mumbled, his deep laugh filling my ears

Bokuto’s body presses up against mine, pushing me against the counter as he reaches up and grabs a couple more large cans of tomato sauce. The weight of his body lifts as he takes a steps back, a smile on his face. I turn around and look up at him, taking a couple cans from the counter top  that I had already managed to get down. 

“Bathroom, now” I say and motion for him to head towards the room 

I watch as his shoulders drop and with yet another frown he walks towards the bathroom, a couple more cans of sauce in his hands. Letting out a laugh, I lean against the counter, watching as he makes his way down the hallway leading to the bathroom. Bokuto may be a idiot at times, but at least he’s my idiot.

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Fast Food Blues

AO3 Link: (In the replies, since Tumblr hates links)

This is the first in the line of incorrect quote fics. I hope you enjoy it!

Nesenir had suffered through thousands of ignominies in the past few months. His greatest power source was stolen right from under him. He had to deal with a petty thief as an ally. And worst of all he had to actually do physical work rather than just being a manipulator in the shadows. But this. This had to be the worst one of them all. He was working at a fast-food restaurant with one of his worst enemies as his co-worker and sole companion through the horrible journey that was working this hellish job.

The road that led him to this was a short one. He had run out of money. This occurred a long time ago, when he found out that he could easily just scare whoever he wanted into giving him whatever he wanted. But with his powers drained he could barely scare a mouse much less a well-seasoned shopkeeper. He knew he had to do something about this tragic situation when he had to wear the same outfit twice. It truly was the worst days of his life.

He stood at the cash register staring emptily at the store front. There weren’t many customers at this time, so it was just him, his thoughts, and the mindless pop music that corporate demanded they play at all times. At least he wished that was all it was. “Sure, is slow right now isn’t it?” Figment, the dragon who shouldered at least the third of the blame for Nesenir’s situation, asked him.

“It sure is” Nesenir didn’t really want to start a conversation with him right now. He couldn’t even understand why Figment was working here. There wasn’t a single good reason that Figment had to be here. First off, he knew Figment wasn’t in the same desperate money situation that he was in. Plus, Figment was only 8 months old, this had to be a violation of some child labor law. Their manager probably knew about this, but they just didn’t care.

“Did you know that the solar system has 8 planets, and 5 dwarf planets.” Figment said. “Dreamfinder told me that when he was teaching me all about astronomy.”

“That’s interesting.” Nesenir responded. He wanted Figment gone, but he didn’t know how to get rid of him. In the old days of a few months ago, he could have just grabbed Figment teleported him far away and teleported back in only a couple seconds. But now he had to think about some way to get rid of Figment that didn’t involve the use of cool powers. The mention of Dreamfinder did give him an idea though. “Does Dreamfinder and Dr. Channing know that you’re here?”

“Yeah they know I’m here. Dreamfinder said that working would give me good life experience, and Doc said that I could learn some responsibility.” Figment said.

Nesenir internally groaned. Of course, they were fine with Figment working in a fast-food restaurant. Of course, they were. Honestly, there were times where he questioned if they even knew how to care for a kid, especially a dragon kid. “Why are you working here? I just can’t understand it.”

“I was watching SpongeBob and thought that working at a fast-food restaurant would be fun! :D” Figment said.

That was the dumbest reason Nesenir had ever heard anyone say they got a job for. He thought it looked fun on SpongeBob. Of course, working at a fast-food restaurant looked fun on SpongeBob, everything looks fun on SpongeBob. They could make watching paint dry fun on SpongeBob. Also did he really just say “:D” out loud? The endless parade of inanity was continuing. “So, you don’t have to work here if you don’t want to?”

“Right you are!” Figment enthusiastically said.

“So, you choose to work here? Why not leave and go do something else with your time like paint a flower or sing a stupid song?” Nesenir asked.

“Because I want to work here. After all what could be better than serving up smiles?” Figment said.

Nesenir took in a deep breath. Joining a job because you like a cartoon is one thing, but continually quoting it is another. At least he wasn’t singing the Krusty Krab Pizza song or the theme song. This was the only situation that Nesenir would ever respond to Figment’s antics, but only because it perfectly encapsulated how he felt. “Being dead or anything else.”

Figment beamed at the fact that Nesenir had actually quoted SpongeBob. Nesenir did not want this moment to be happening. He wanted anything to save him from this horrible nightmare that he was now living. Fortunately, the bell above the entrance rang. Thank goodness a customer had arrived. He could now have at least a moment’s reprieve from Figment’s nonsense. “Good afternoon, welcome to…” Nesenir stopped in his tracks when he saw who it was. “No… no… not you”

Before him stood a black and white cat wearing a little red bowtie with a mischievous smile on his face. Of all the people that could have come while Nesenir was working, this cat was the one he wanted to see the least. “Nouilles!” Figment exclaimed. Well at least he was happy to see Nouilles.

“Why are you here, Nouilles?” Nesenir asked.

“I just wanted to see how my friend was faring at his new job. Is that so bad?” Nouilles asked.

“Awww, that’s so nice of you!” Figment said.

Nouilles was barely tolerable at the best of times, but this certainly was the worst of times. Him invading Nesenir’s work life was the greatest crime that Nouilles had committed. But what should he have expected from a being who’s entire purpose is to be annoying as he possibly could? “No, no that’s not nice of him. That’s not even why he’s here.”

“Well, then why’s he here?” Figment asked.

“He’s here to mock me.” Nesenir said.

Nouilles put his paw up to his chest. “You think that I’m here to insult you? That’s so rude. All I want to do is help.”

He really was pulling out all the stops to be annoying. And now he’s claiming to be helping. Just like him. When Nesenir asked for tips on how to pick-pocket and be a cat burglar in general he wasn’t any help. In fact, because of his lack of help Nesenir was now stuck working at this stupid job. “How in the Realms are you helping?”

“I’m just offering some moral support” Nouilles said.

“C’mon Nez don’t be so mean. He just wants to help you.” Figment said.

“No, don’t fall for his stupid innocent act. I know this cat. He acts all innocent when really he’s the most guilty person in the room.” Nesenir said. “Also don’t call me Nez.”

“It would be better if you had more faith in me…” Nouilles looked at Nesenir’s name tag, and a smirk grew on his face. If that cat was about to say what Nesenir thinks he said he had another thing coming. “Lechacim.”

That’s it. Nesenir could not handle this cat’s antics anymore. “I just remembered that it was corporate policy to not allow animals in the dining area.” He grabbed the spray bottle filled with water under the counter. “So, get out.”

He began to spray it at Nouilles. Nouilles sprinted around trying desperately to avoid the streams of water. He jumped up on a nearby table, arched his back and puffed up as much as he could “Hiss”

“Don’t hiss at me you overgrown furball. Get out of here.” Nesenir was still firing the spray bottle rapid fire. Figment practically teleported in front of the spray bottle’s stream.

“Nez! Don’t be mean to him! Let him stay.” Figment had gone to Nouilles’s side. He looked up at Nesenir and began to do the dreaded puppy dog eyes.

Even if Nesenir hated Figment’s guts he could not say no to him when he did the puppy dog eyes. In fact, there was likely no one in the universe who could say no to Figment’s puppy dog eyes. Figment had managed to successfully weaponize cuteness and Nesenir resented him for that. “Fine. I guess he can stay.” Nesenir dejectedly said.    

“Yay!” Figment exclaimed. And with that Nesenir could tell that this was going to be a very very long shift.

#not a quote #mini fanfic #Nesenir #Figment #Nouilles

[thecreelhouse]

beautiful stranger

Paring: Robin Buckley x Original Female Character

Summary: Olive Lane, a witch in training, leaves home and relocates to an unfamiliar town, a tradition among witches her age to start fresh. Blissfully unaware of the bizarre and gruesome history Hawkins, Indiana holds, she settles on the small town, and seemingly blends in to her surroundings to its citizens. Everyone, except Robin, who is highly bothered and paranoid by the new, mysterious stranger, and needs to know who and what this girl is all about.

Word count: 4,835 (??? I added some things last minute whoops)

Warnings: language, some angst?, mostly a whole ton of fluff though!!

Author’s note: hi! I’m still working on the last few chapters of kill the lights, and I most certainly did NOT need to write a one shot now, but here it is anyway. Title is from halsey’s ‘finally//beautiful stranger’ (because I cannot stop listening to manic lol). The witchy backstory is (loosely) inspired by Kiki’s Delivery Service- but you don’t have to be familiar with the movie to read this! Honestly, I’m not thrilled with how this came out still, but I haven’t been happy with any rewrites.... so I’m gonna post this and hope at least one of y’all enjoy it? 😅

Autumn had softly fallen across the small town of Hawkins, Indiana. The trees were ablaze with their stunning annual colors; reds so deep and yellows so bright and orange tones that immediately wrapped nearby admirers in it’s natural warmth. The crisp air and the scent it brought with it trailed all around the woods at the edge of town, slowly flooding into the streets. The night sky appeared clearer with the cool temperatures, with stars so sharp, they felt just within reach.

It was the tail end of September, 1985, when Olive Lane flew across the night sky, letting a full moon guide her along the way. She had no absolute destination, still searching for a new place to call home for the next year.

“Oh, Sage, you can just feel the changes in the air!” Olive squealed, giving her cat, Sage, a quick rub behind the ears. He purred, delighted at the contact more than anything. His paws held him perfectly perched on the broomstick as Olive continued to soar through the air. Clutching onto the stick with one hand, she used a free hand to tighten her oversized scarf closer to her face. The tip of her nose stuck out, a bright berry red against the chilled air.

Sage meowed up at Olive, and she giggled back at him, understanding him easily. “We’re not stopping until I feel it’s right! I know it’s chilly, little man, but we’re almost there. I can feel it!”

Sage replied with more meows, carrying on a conversation that outsiders would be completely lost to. Olive and Sage had no problem communicating, though, just as if they were two average human beings. It was a witchy thing, most people didn’t get it.

“What’s that little place down there?” She wondered out loud, gazing down below past her dangling feet.

Sage meowed in response, almost sounding annoyed by Olive’s wonder and optimism.

“Listen, Mister Meows A Lot, I think this could be a good place to try! It’s small, seems quaint and quiet. I like that, and I know you do too.” She argued with the precious ball of fluff, and he huffed out, turning away from her. Olive just chuckled at his stubbornness.

“We’re stopping here, that’s final. If you wanted somewhere flashy like New York City, you should’ve found another witch to become a familiar to!” Olive joked, slowing the broomstick’s speed.

As they hovered and gently lowered closer above the town, she passed a sign that said “Welcome to Hawkins!” But the sign had been defaced, probably by some bored kids, she assumed. ‘Hawkins’ had been written over in red spray paint with the word ‘HELL’ instead.

“Some people need a hobby, huh?”

Sage growled in protest, sensing otherwise.

“Oh, c’mon, what’s the worst this town has seen anyway? Don’t give me bullshit about monsters or something.” Olive joked to herself, flying lower, now car level in the sleepy town’s streets.

It was well beyond midnight, and in a town like this, the coast was clear this time of night to fly freely. Not like people are clueless to witches, but they certainly have a worse reputation than they deserve. Olive kept to herself, so it was easier to keep her secret.

Olive flew down a street, only to do a harsh U-turn back to face an old, dilapidated, standalone apartment building. The bottom level had a store front sized window; must’ve been someone’s small business they lived above back in it’s heyday. No signs in sight for the property being up for sale or rent. Too rundown for anyone to even want to take on the burden of fixing it.

“We could fix this up, no problem! What do you think, Sage?”

Sage glared at her in response, “It’s not like you’d take my opinions into consideration anyway.”

Olive rolled her eyes, ignoring his attitude before gently settling her feet onto the ground. Sage hopped off the broomstick before she followed. They stood in front of the door, gazing in through the dusty windows, lined with cobwebs.

“We’ve only got a handful of hours before sunrise, let’s get to work!” Olive enthusiastically said, forcing the door open with a flick of a wrist. She and Sage entered, setting their things down on the dusty floor before beginning to quite literally work their magic on their newfound home.

———

“Steve?”

“Hm?”

“Has that building always been there?”

Steve groggily picked his head up from the checkout counter of Family Video, gazing out the front windows with sleepy eyes.

“What building?”

“The one that just magically appeared overnight?”

“Robin, buildings can’t just grow overnight.”

Robin scoffed, annoyed that it was too early for any of this shit and her best friend’s sarcasm.

“Yeah, Dingus, I’m well aware-“ Robin snapped, rubbing her eyes before taking another look out the window, “- But I swear that building was not as clean and bright yesterday.”

“Maybe someone finally bought it, cleaned it up while you weren’t here. Mind your business, Robin.” Steve joked, settling his head back down onto the counter. “Why are you so worked up over it anyway?”

“That looks like much more than a spit shine, Dingus. Hours- no- weeks- of fixing is showing on that building, and we’re just seeing it now?” Robin pointed out, absolutely bewildered.

Steve picked his head up again, glancing around to double check the store was still empty, and for a Monday morning, it sure was dead as expected. “This isn’t an Upside Down-related thing, you know. Relax. It’s okay, Robin.”

“No I-“ Robin hesitated before finishing her response. Was that why she was panicked? It could make sense; everything had her on edge these days after Starcourt fell to hell. What once made logical sense to her, was thrown out the window after her experiences being stuck in an underground Russian base and fighting off some of the scariest monsters only stories could spin up.

So of course any slight changes could throw her off track and cause her mind to create more conspiracy theories waiting to come to life.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, Steve.” She said quietly, shaking her head. Steve patted her shoulder, understanding.

“No worries, just try to take it easy, yeah?” He responded sincerely. Robin nodded before heading off to a shelf she was restocking moments before, hoping to lose herself in her work.

———

A few weeks had passed, and Robin was still stumped over how the building across the street became so lived in overnight. There were no logical explanations, no matter how hard she racked her brain for one. She saw that building every day she was at work, and never paid much attention to it, only because it was worn down. Cobwebs littered the windows, there was trash and random belongings left behind inside, the paint was chipping off the window and door frames, and some of the building’s bricks were beginning to crumble off the outer walls.

But now? Now, now, the bricks were fine. They appeared as if they were just laid yesterday. The windows were clean and clear, gleaming in the Autumn sunlight. The painted spots were sporting fresh, glossy paint.

Now, now, now- a little sign hung off and above the doorway, indicating it was now a used bookstore. Bright green plants and vibrant petals on flowers were scattered about the windowsills both in the shop window and the space above. Through the windows, the space above seemed well lived in, too. Lace curtains hung among the windows, and she could see furniture in some spots.

It’s like one day she left work, and it was abandoned, and came in the next day to a completely different property just dropped out of the sky. There’s no way this could all just have happened overnight, but Robin was stubborn to see otherwise. It seemed like everyone else in Hawkins just... accepted it. Robin wouldn’t rest until she had answers, though.

“Steve, I’m taking my break now.” She called out, eyes locked on the building still. She watched people filter in and out; for a small, brand new business, it sure had a decent amount of shoppers already.

“Alrighty, Rob.” Steve responded, not looking up from the magazine he was casually leafing through.

Robin stomped out the door with a determination- determination for what? What the hell could bother her so much about this? Why does she care, anyway?

Her determination for answers, perhaps, carried her quickly across the street and to and through the door of the little bookshop that had her so worked up. A soft chime carried through the air behind Robin as she slammed her feet down into the shop, frustrated now.

Robin barely even noticed how the shelves were stocked with well worn, once loved books, practically spilling out onto the floor. It was a little messy, but still calm; a hideaway from the rest of Hawkins, the rest of the world, even.

A cat with a dusty light and dark brown spotted coat crossed her path, stopping Robin short in her tracks. Startled by the sudden movement, she gasped and stumbled back, trying to avoid stomping on the cat’s tail.

The cat let out a loud, but friendly meow towards her.

“Sorry ‘bout that! Sage doesn’t have the best of manners.”

Robin’s head snapped up to see feet away behind the counter, a girl around her age, holding the cat in her arms, smiling a soft, gentle smirk. Robin’s face grew red, not expecting someone so pretty to be running the shop, not expecting someone close in age to be the root of her frustrations around the mysterious shop.

“I- uh- I’m sorry-“ Robin couldn’t seem to string words into a comprehensive sentence, for once. Her sarcastic edge and determined attitude to get to the bottom of this mystery seemed to have melted away instantly.

“No, it’s fine, Mr. Sage is the one at fault, aren’t you, my little troublemaker?” The girl spoke up, scratching under the cat’s chin as she tried reassuring Robin that all was well.

Robin was completely stunned by the presence of this girl, speechless over the way her green-grey eyes shimmered as their eyes connected with each other. The girl’s hair flowed freely like a waterfall, a shiny blue-black with a naturally silver stripe among it. She was shorter than Robin, not by much, and curvier. Robin noticed how similarly she dressed to someone like Stevie Nicks, in a flowing shawl and skirt, and plenty of layers. She was different from most of the girls around Hawkins, and Robin figured she couldn’t be from here. She would have noticed someone like this instantly among everyone else in the small town.

“Helloooo?” The girl called out, pulling Robin from her thoughts and from staring so blatantly at the girl. Robin felt her face heat up again.

“Sorry, I- are you-“ Robin paused, thinking out her sentence fully. “Who the hell are you?”

Robin instantly cringed as the sentence fell out. Nope. No, Robin, that was not the way you wanted to get that out, but oh well.

“Excuse me?” The girl questioned, confused by this entire exchange even more now.

“This building has been empty for months, and then I show up to work one day and see it’s practically brand new! A brand new shop in a brand new building with a brand new person running it and living above it- what the hell is going on here, huh?” Robin continued, word vomiting at this point. The girl’s brows furrowed together.

“You’ve got some nerve barging in and being so forward before we even exchanged names, hm?” The mysterious girl smirked, and it wasn’t with ill intentions. Robin could still see her soft nature shining through. No, she was just amused at this point. “It’s cute.”

Robin felt the heat in her face rise up to her ears, and crossed her arms before looking down, trying to hide the blush.

“I’m Olive, but if you’re a little bit nicer to me,” Olive set Sage down gently on the floor, bending back up to meet Robin’s gaze. “I’ll let you call me Ollie like everyone else does when they’re not, y’know, yelling at me.”

“Shit. Shit, I’m sorry, Olive.” Robin shook her head, embarrassed by her actions. “A lot of weird shit has happened around here, it’s kind of hard not to be suspicious anymore.”

“You don’t say? Here I thought this was a cute, quiet small town to get a fresh start in. Fuck me, huh?” Olive laughed and shrugged. Her laugh, her voice was pure bliss to Robin’s ears.

“It’s a lot, like, a really long story, one that I just recently got caught up in. You definitely are better off not knowing about it.” Robin said, running her hand through her hair nervously. “I’m Robin, by the way. Sorry, really, I am-“

“Robin. It’s okay.” Olive reassured softly, that smile creeping back up onto her face. “Listen... I’m all ears to this wild story of yours if you’re so interested in mine.”

That was certainly not the response Robin expected, but out of disbelief, she nodded quickly. She was still determined to find out what the hell was happening here, but now she was more intrigued in this sweet girl; who she was, where she came from, what she was all about- Robin was instantly infatuated and wanted to know more, more, more.

Olive giggled at the taller girl, a blush forming across her own face now. “When are you done work?”

“Nine. Tonight. PM. Not like, tomorrow.” Robin mumbled out, realizing how foolish she sounded, but didn’t mind because it brought a giggle out of Olive’s lips once more.

“I would hope you weren’t working nearly 24 hours straight, Robin.” She teased, and Robin loved the way her name sounded when Olive said it. “If you wanna come by again after, maybe we could hang out, yeah? I make a really mean cup of tea, or so I’ve been told.”

“Yeah, absolutely. I’ll come back over then.” Robin said, tucking her hair behind her ear, backing up slowly. Nervously, she shifted her hands up into a sort of wave, not sure where to put them, “I’ll see you later, Olive.”

The chime softly rang out again as Robin opened the door. Olive thought the coast was clear, assuming the sound meant Robin left, and went back to watering her plants in the window, moving the watering can with a flick of her wrist, never actually picking it up.

Robin took one last glance in the store before leaving, and her breath hitched in her throat at the sight of a watering can floating midair. She rubbed her eyes as she began walking out.

No way, no fucking way. I’m tired. I’m wired. Tired and wired? They’re the same thing, anymore. It’s just my mind playing tricks on me. Chill out, Robin.

As she walked back into work, she didn’t dare glance back towards Olive’s side of the street.

———

9 PM came and left, 9:15, 9:38, 9:51 following with still no sign of Robin, and Olive was worried she said something wrong. She could see across the street, but made it a point to busy herself and not look like a total weirdo staring over at Family Video, anxiously waiting to see Robin again. Maybe she missed Robin head home instead.

“Sage, do you think I scared her off?”

Sage meowed, weaving in and out between Olive’s ankles, purring to reassure her. Olive knew, though. She had a feeling Robin was unsettled about something, she just wasn’t sure what. Maybe she came on too strong?

Olive glanced over to the store across the street, lights off, parking lot empty, and sighed.

“C’mon, Sage, let’s go to bed.” Olive whispered, and began climbing the little winding staircase in the back of the bookshop. Sage began to follow closely behind, both making their way to her apartment just above. Olive hoped she would get the chance to see Robin again the next day, at least.

———

Morning came and went, only moving slowly as Olive only had a few customers here and there. She glanced out the window and saw Robin walk into work, not even shooting a glance in Olive’s direction. Olive felt something had to be off, but still couldn’t figure out what.

By noon, she had decided to take a book over to Robin, as a peace offering. She left a little note inside, hoping Robin would read it, and maybe they could talk. Maybe they just got off on the wrong foot. Maybe Robin didn’t like girls like that, maybe she didn’t even like the possibility of new friends.

“I’ll be back, Sage!” She called out into the store, flipping the ‘open’ sign to ‘be back soon’, and headed across the street to Family Video. Before opening the door, she took in a deep breath, not sure why she was so nervous. Because she scared off a new friend? Assumed this girl could even want to flirt with her? She wasn’t clueless about how the world thought about anyone who identified as anything other than straight, but she could have sworn she picked up vibes that said otherwise. Olive was usually spot on with those vibes.

When she walked up to the counter, she saw a boy, probably near her age, trying to balance a stack of VHS tapes on the top of his head. She noticed his name tag said ‘Steve’.

“Hi-“ Olive started, startling Steve, causing the tapes to fall and clatter on the floor, caught off guard by Olive’s voice.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!” She exclaimed, feeling bad. Steve laughed.

“No, you’re good, I really shouldn’t be doing stupid shit on the job. Just a slow morning. What’s up?” He asked, beginning to smile up at her, but his jaw dropped at his first sight of her.

“Um,” Olive suddenly felt shy, twirling her hair in a giant braid, trying to do something to occupy her shaky hands. “Is Robin here?”

“I- yeah, give me a second.” Steve said, still stunned at the pretty girl in front of him. Olive nodded, moving her hand to her bag to grasp the book she brought for Robin. Steve walked off to the back room, and Olive could hear hushed talking, but couldn’t make out specific words. A few minutes passed before Steve came back to the counter.

“She’s uh- she’s really swamped with work back there.” His eyes shifted off as he tapped the countertop, looking uncomfortable on what to say. “Do you want me to pass a message along?”

Olive sighed, pulling the small book out of her bag, and handed it towards Steve. “Could you just give this to her, please?” As soon as he grabbed it, Olive ducked her head down and quickly headed out the door before he could respond. Lost by what just happened, Steve watched her rush across the street before heading to the back where Robin was. She was sitting on the floor of the stock room, surrounded by empty VHS cases.

“Hey,” Steve said, nudging Robin’s shoulder with the small book. Robin looked up, hesitantly taking the book. The cover was tattered and worn, and was titled ‘All About Birds’ with a tiny paper sticking out from one of the pages. She opened it, letting it fall to the chapter about robins. Robin’s mouth quirked up in a tiny smile at the clever little gesture, before noticing the note.

Robin,

I’m sorry if I came off too strong yesterday. If you don’t want to be friends or anything, I totally get it. I wasn’t sure what your interests are, but this made me think of you. Get it? Because your name is Robin? Okay, maybe that was lame.

Anyway... my door is always open, even to cute girls who like to yell at me.

-Ollie

Robin’s eyes fell over the last line, and a blush crept up her face.

“So, you wanna tell me why some mysterious, stunning girl comes in here, wants to talk to you, and you tell me to send her away?” Steve asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe.

Robin’s eyes were glued to the note before she responded with, “Because I’m a fucking idiot.”

“Well, she seemed nice, maybe you could redeem yourself.” Steve said, shrugging, before walking back out to the store’s counter, muttering, “and you call me the dingus.”

Robin sighed loudly, flopping back onto the floor, mentally beating herself up for avoiding the sweet, mysterious girl, and not giving her a chance.

Hopefully it’s not too late to start off right.

———

The end of the day had come along, and Olive began cleaning and closing up shop. Just as she finished sweeping the floor, the door chime went off.

“I’m sorry, we’re closed now-“

“Ollie, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for ditching you and avoiding you since.” Robin cut her off, out of breath from sprinting across the street. Olive spun around to see Robin, and her eyes lit up.

“I got scared. You’re really nice, and sweet, and pretty- a-and I want to get to know you, I really do.” Robin began word vomiting, words tumbling out rapidly. Olive was genuinely surprised, having given up most hope of figuring out what went wrong between the two of them.

Olive placed the broom against the wall, walking a few steps closer to Robin. She laced her hands together, fidgeting her fingers around nervously. “Why did you get scared? Did I do something wrong?”

“No- no way. I’m just- I’m an absolute dingus and either saw something I shouldn’t have, or imagined it completely, and freaked out for no goddamn reason.” Robin admitted, biting her lip.

It’s then when it clicked for Olive, and she lightly smacked her forehead with her palm. “Oh no, you saw me- you saw me use my magic, didn’t you?”

Robin’s eyes grew wide, “So I wasn’t going crazy. That really happened? You- and the watering can-“

“I’m so sorry, Robin, I really didn’t mean to spook you! I swear, I only use magic for good, I’d never harm anyone with it-“

“So, what, are you like, a witch or something?”

Olive tucked her lips in and looked down before nodding sheepishly. “If that weirds you out, I totally get it- I didn’t mean to upset you-“

“And that’s why this place just- literally, magically changed overnight then?”

Olive began playing with the ends of her braid, still looking away, “I can leave town, if you’re uncomfortable by that. I’m sorry, Robin. I can pick up and train elsewhere-” Robin let out a sigh like she’d been holding her breath.

“What? That’s all?” Robin asked, expecting worse. “Olive, I don’t want you to feel like you have to leave, that’s ridiculous. You’ve made a home here.”

Olive’s head cautiously peeked back up at the taller girl. “... What do you mean, that’s all? You- you’re not afraid of me?”

Robin began to giggle uncontrollably, confusing Olive. “Afraid? No! I- look. I told you I’ve been through some shit. I’ve seen a lot of shit that still keeps me up at night. I thought I was going insane when I saw you use your magic. Trust me, this is a piece of cake compared to what I’ve seen.”

Olive’s shoulders relaxed a bit. “So why did you avoid me then?”

“I was a little nervous, that the bad stuff would be happening all over again. No way there’s a bad bone in you, though. You’re too sweet.”

“And that’s why you stomped through here yesterday, all suspicious and paranoid?” Olive asked, smile peeking out just a tad. Robin laughed, embarrassed, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Yeah... about that, I’m really sorry. That was rude of me. My defenses were just high-“

“It was rude, Robin.” Olive interjected, and Robin’s face fell. Olive cracked though, fully smiling up at her. “Make it up to me by hanging out tonight? If you’re not busy, of course.”

Robin nodded, grinning. “I’d like that. I heard you’re like, this world renowned tea maker, too.” Earning a giggle out of Olive before she gently reached for Robin’s hand, pulling her towards the staircase.

“C’mon then, I’ve got all the black tea in the world to keep us up all night while we share stories.” Olive joked as she climbed the stairs. Robin’s shoulders relaxed as she eased into the surroundings with Olive, instantly feeling comfortable around the odd girl.

It was the start of something new and beautiful, something Robin desperately needed these days.

———

Months had passed since Robin and Olive’s rocky start, but it only continued to bloom from the start, the real start. What was once cautious curiosity and paranoia for Robin, transformed into an honest and trusting friendship. Nights spent hanging out and getting to know one another became a routine, happening like clockwork. Long nights turned into long nights spent together, sometimes waking the next morning tangled around each other. Some nights, sleep was lost as Olive was caught up counting the freckles on Robin’s face, or when Robin watched Olive with anticipation as she practiced her spell work. Sometimes, Robin awoke from the same nightmares that have plagued her for months, and Olive was quick to bring her comfort in the form of soothing hugs and a cup of tea.

The bond, created by fate or whatever you’d like to call it, continued to only grow stronger as they shared stories and their time with one another, magically, naturally letting their lives mesh together. What was once harmless flirting, became feelings showing their true colors, but they just continued to dance around it, both too hesitant to make the first move.

“Robin, it’s snowing!” Olive tugged at Robin’s shirt sleeve, trying to drag her out of bed. Olive grunted, frustrated at how her favorite person could sleep like a rock.

Robin hummed, rolling over to the other side of the bed and away from Olive. “Ollie, it’s winter. Of course it’s snowing.”

Olive scrambled back into bed and on top of Robin, determined to wake the girl up.

“I’ve never seen snow before, Robin. We don’t get it back home.” Olive’s voice was soft and small. Robin’s eyes shot open, fighting the sleepiness, and her hands grabbed Olive’s hips, pulling a giggle from her lips.

“You what?!” Robin gently shoved Olive off of her and rolled out of bed. She began throwing layers of clothing on while Olive bounced on her heels impatiently, already bundled in her own warm clothing. Robin barely had her shoes on before Olive grabbed her hand and dragged her down the stairs.

They ran past Sage, cozily tucked into himself on an armchair in the shop, and out the backdoor, into the small yard behind the building. Snow was falling in heavy, fluffy clumps, and piling up quickly.

Olive’s jaw dropped as she saw it falling in front of her, amazed by the pure beauty nature could hold.

“Do you see this?!” She yelled, easily impressed. She tossed her gloves off, out stretching her fingers into the cold snowfall. “So beautiful!”

Robin didn’t give a damn about the snow, not taking her eyes off of Olive as she continued to ramble on about how amazed she was. This girl- who had never seen snow, but could fly a broomstick with ease, communicate with her cat like two friends chit-chatting, and perform spells with confidence - was the real sight of beauty to Robin. She couldn’t keep that to herself anymore. She didn’t want to keep her feelings to herself anymore.

Like magnets attracting, Robin walked up behind her, arms gently winding around Olive’s waist, and she could hear Olive’s breath pause for a second, surprised. The shorter girl turned to face her taller friend, biting her lip while a blush bloomed across her cheeks. Robin’s hands moved up to cradle Olive’s face, pulling their foreheads close together.

Softly, Robin asked, fighting off the nervousness, “I- is this alright?”. Olive’s head wildly nodded before leaning in first, impatient, lips meeting and her heart bursted with joy.

Olive tasted as sweet as she sounded and felt as soft as she appeared, and Robin felt herself melt into the kiss. Snow continued to fall around them as they pulled each other closer, falling into the safety of one another.

Smiling, Olive pulled back a bit, pressing their noses together. “Who knew you yelling at me months ago would lead up to this?”

Robin laughed, gently nudging Olive’s arm. “Shut up! I still feel so bad for that.”

“Make it up to me?” Olive smirked as she spoke her favorite playful words to tease Robin with anymore. Reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind Robin’s ear, and Robin nodded, grateful the universe gave her a real chance with Olive. Robin smiled back as she leaned in to kiss Olive again, and again, and again.

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[stanbillyhargrove]

Demons - an AU

A/N: Billy learns about Cat's assault from the guys who did it. T/W: eating disorder, self harm, suicide

Cat's POV

Another party. Another house full of nameless faces. Another night managing panic with burning alcohol.

What the queen must do for her king.

Push down the memories. Smile. Accept every drink and more. Dance, laugh. Harmless fun, right?

Right.

I lost Billy early on in the night, swept away in a sea of jocks to protect his crown. I was left behind, letting the music pound through my bones as I joined the crowd of dancers. I was well and truly wasted by the time I saw Billy across the room. He was standing in the kitchen, arms crossed against his chest as he stared at me. Saw a pack of guys I barely recognized around him, talking and laughing and then...gesturing at me. I watched Billy's shoulders tense, rolling back tightly as they kept talking to him.

I felt the panic swell and looked away. Felt myself being bumped around by chaotic dancers when I stopped moving. Just a moment, a moment of blood pounding in my ears. Of trying to gulp down breaths. My hands came up to my chest, like I could hold myself together and stop my heart from thundering out of my ribs if I just held tight enough.

A moment of panic taking over until I felt a large hand on my arm, yanking me through the crowd. I stumbled along, just trying to stay upright until I was pulled outside, being shoved down the driveway by a very angry Billy.

"Wait," I slurred, "Billy, slow down! You're hurting me!"

He let go of my arm with the next push forward, my hands flying up to catch myself on the hood of his car before I ended up face first in the gravel.

"Billy! What the fuck?"

"Get in the fucking car," he growled, storming around to the driver's side and slamming the door shut behind him.

I crawled into the passenger seat, tucking myself against the door as he peeled out of the driveway. He was weirdly quiet, muscles clenching in his jaw and hands flexing on the steering wheel. Beyond angry.

"B, what's wrong?"

The engine revved louder, creeping up to dangerous speeds as we whipped around corners.

"B, please. Slow down," I pleaded, reaching out to graze his arm.

He flinched, "don't."

"Don't? Billy, what's wrong?"

"Don't play fucking dumb!" He yelled, "you cheated on me!"

I stared at him, dumbfounded and whispered, "what?"

He stomped on the brake, launching me forward until my seatbelt locked, digging into skin to stop me from flying into the dashboard. Let out a loud huff of breath as he threw the car into park and then...he exploded.

"The last summer party, I wasn't there so you threw yourself at them. What? Couldn't handle being alone for a few fucking hours so you sleep with a fucking group of guys?"

I shook my head, "no...I, that's not..."

"Quit lying to me! They told me all about it, that you asked for it! They bragged about how good you were. You refuse to sleep with me but a group of strangers is fine? Seriously? Just to fuck with my head?"

"B...no..I didn't..."

"Get out," he muttered.

I quickly glanced out the window behind him, at the blackness of the night, the houses I knew were closer to his house than mine.

"B..."

"Get out of my car, you fucking whore!"

I scrambled to get out of the car, barely holding back tears until he peeled away.

I collapsed just inside the door of my house when I finally got home. Fell against the door, hugging my knees and sobbing loudly into them. I got myself together enough to crawl to the phone, pulling it down to the floor to dial. It took a while before he finally answered.

"Hello?" His voice was low and groggy, still mostly asleep.

"Stevie?" I hiccuped, "I need you."

"Five minutes," he murmured before hanging up.

I curled up on the floor, falling into the heartache as I waited.

I soon felt myself being scooped up, pulled forward into a warm chest and tucked under a soft chin.

Steve sat there, running his hand up and down my back as I cried into his chest.

"It's okay," he murmured into my hair, "I'm here. I'm always here."

-- Steve's POV

Cat and I had been inseparable for the past couple weeks since her and Billy broke up. I'd spent more nights wrapped around her then I spent by myself. She eventually stopped crying every night, but I could tell she was hiding how she was really feeling. Even though she would laugh and smile around me, I could see the hurt in her eyes. I wanted nothing more than to take that away, to bring the light back to her life and keep her protected.

Tonight was one of the nights that Cat had gone home by herself with the promise to call me later. But it was nearing eleven o'clock and I still hadn't heard from her, usually she would have called by nine or ten. My worry got the best of me and I decided to just drive over and check on her.

I was met with a quiet house. Too quiet. I ducked into Cat's room first and found it empty except for Rocky. Next I padded over to the bathroom and knocked lightly on the door.

"Cat? You in here?"

I waited in silence for a moment before pushing the door open and freezing. I felt like my heart had dropped into my stomach and kicked up into my throat at the same time. My throat was so tight I didn't think I was actually breathing, except I could hear the quick, panicky breaths I was taking.

Cat was lying in a tub full of water, only wearing a bra and underwear. I'd seen her naked before, knew that she was sick but there was still no way to be prepared. No way to prepare yourself to see the hollows between her bones, the new and old scars across her body. It broke my heart to see her, to know that I wasn't able to protect her from this. From herself.

Her head lolled against the side of the tub, just barely out of the water. I lurched forward, dropping down hard on my knees next to the tub and yanked the plug out before grabbing the sides of her face.

"Cat, hey!" I gently slapped her cheek, trying to wake her up.

I saw her eyes twitch and felt a moment of relief. I looked around for a towel and saw an empty bottle of aspirin lying on the ground next to the tub.

"Fuck," I muttered, "fuck, fuck, fuck, okay."

I knew what I had to try, had heard what to do in this situation before. So I climbed into the tub behind her, holding her cold, wet body against my chest and reached forward to turn the shower on. Warm water sprayed over us, soaking my clothes.

"Come on, Cat," I pleaded, pressing my fingers past her lips, "please, don't leave me."

I pressed harder, my fingers dipping into her throat. I tensed when her body jerked and kept pushing my fingers down her throat until she puked. Tipped her forward to direct the puke into the drain and then leaned back to let her head rest on my shoulder.

"Hey, come on, Cat. Wake up, please."

I tried to shake her, which only resulted in a small groan. I had to force her to puke twice more before she started coughing and her eyes fluttered open.

"Oh my god," I sighed, wrapping my arms around her, "it's okay, I'm here, I've got you."

She tipped her head into my chest and started crying, clutching my shirt in her hands.

"Cat, what the fuck?"

"I didn't-"

"Bullshit. There's no way you can tell me this isn't exactly what it looks like. Why would you do this?"

She curled tighter against me and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to hold back tears.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered, "I'm so sorry, Stevie."

"Hey," I soothed, "we're okay, I've got you."

I leaned forward to turn the water off and pulled Cat up and out of the tub.

"Where are the towels?"

She gestured towards a closet and I got her to sit on the edge of the tub before I went to gather towels. When we were mostly dried off I picked her up and carried her to her room where I set her on the edge of her bed and kneeled down to look at her.

"Cat, where's your mom?"

"Gone, another work thing," she murmured, "said she'd be gone for a while."

"Come stay with me."

"Stevie, I'm okay...I swear."

I reached forward to grab her hands in mine, "you don't have to lie to me, I want to help you. Pack a bag and come stay with me."

I was able to hold myself together until Cat was unpacking in my room and I left to empty medicine cabinets and hide the contents. It hit me then that I had just saved her life. That there had been a possibility of losing my best friend. I broke, sitting at the kitchen table. Buried my face in my hands and just let the sobs wrack my body.

Soon enough, small, cool hands wrapped around me and I felt Cat's face nuzzle into the crook of my neck.

I shivered when I felt her lips against my skin as she whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Stevie."

--

"You know she's a whore, Harrington."

I rolled my eyes, scoffing, "fuck off, Hargrove."

"Unless that's your thing?" He smirked, a cruel glint in his eye, "pass her around to all your friends? I hear she begs for it. You should invite me some time, I never got a chance."

I knew it was stupid, that he was bigger than me, stronger than me and could easily pummel me into the ground. But it didn't stop me from throwing the first punch. I got in a few punches before I was down on the ground, no longer fighting, just trying to protect my face.

All around us, people were yelling. Cheering on the fight. Until Billy was yanked off me and held back by one of the guys on the football team. I was helped up to my feet, my head pounding as I glared at him.

"She was raped, you fucking asshole!" I spat, "those creeps you believed drugged and raped your girlfriend and you just tossed her to the side!"

I didn't even realize that had come out of my mouth until I heard the reaction of the crowd around us. The gasps and murmuring. Billy's face dropped just before I heard.

"Steve?"

I turned to see Cat behind me, her face full of hurt and shock, eyes wide and full of tears. Instantly, I knew I fucked up.

She turned and ran out of the parking lot, away from the school and away from me.

--

"Steve, I can't do this anymore. People won't stop talking, whispering behind my back. I don't know what's worse, the pitying looks some people give me or the accusing looks from people who still believe the lies. All I know is...I'm sorry...love you, Stevie."

Cat's voice on the answering machine sent chills down my spine. It was hollow, cold and lifeless. I knew what that voice meant, where her head was. I grabbed my keys and ran out to my car, cursing every second that ticked by.

I found her, barely conscious in a pool of blood. Choked on my sobs as I wrapped her wrists in bandages with shaking hands. Carried her to her room and helped her change into clean clothes before tucking her into bed. Saw the way her bones were even more prominent now than ever before. I stained my hands red cleaning up her blood and threw clothes and towels into the laundry machine. Scrubbed my hands raw trying to clean them before giving up and grabbing Cat something to drink and going back to her room.

I sat down on the edge of her bed with a heavy sigh, "Cat, you're out of control."

"Stevie.." she breathed.

"I can't keep doing this, Cat. I can't let you keep destroying yourself...I can't lose you."

"I'm sorry.."

I blinked tears out of my eyes and looked over at her, "please. Please, Cat. You need help. I can help you get treatment, or we can try to get through this ourselves but you need to want help. You need to let me help you," I pleaded, "please."

"I don't think I can.."

"You can, I believe in you. I'll be here to help, I'm always here for you. I won't give up on you. Please, try...for me? Let me take care of you."

She looked down, away from me, "you don't have to, Stevie. It's awful."

I shifted so I could grab the side of her face in my hand, "not to me, not if it's you...I know it won't be easy but I want to," I took a moment before blurting out, "I love you. I love you so much, Cat. Let me help you, please?"

I felt her hand on my cheek, her thumb moving to brush tears away. I clasped my other hand around hers keeping it there and leaned into her touch. Leaned into the thought that everything will be okay, that she'll be okay and just let myself have that.

@alias-b @charmed-asylum

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[jj-lynn21]

Cozy Cove:  Sex and Jet Skis

Warning: smut, 

Saved by an Angel , A side of tits with your pancakes ,Fires Burn Hot , spending the nights , Learning and Loving , The end id not always the end,   Axel Grease, Big Decisions, Sex and Jet Skis, Late night fun , Old Wounds , Storms pass , Dangerous Waters

When Axel woke, Susie’s cheek was pressed against his chest. Her body spread over him like a sheet. Her arms rested up around him as her hand were tucked under his pillow on each side of his head. He was pinned in place. He did not mind it at all. 

Axel smoothed a hand down her back gentle, and he smiled. She stirred under his touch making small noises. He softly rolled holding her to put her on her back.  She whined and shivers from the loss of his body heat, but Axel pulls the sheet over her. Then he grabs his sweater laying it over the sheet to keeper her warmer.

“I need to make sure you wear a shirt to bed so you aren’t so cold, Babe.” He kisses her cheek. “I’m going to make coffee and breakfast. Rest awhile longer.”

“I like your body heat,” She muttered, curling up on her side, not opening her eyes at all.

He grinned as he walked out. When she smelled the coffee, sausage, eggs and light waft of onion in the air it was enough to get up. She pulled his sweater on as she sat on the edge of the bed stretching out her arms. Susie shuffled out to the kitchen. “Morning.”

Her hair all disheveled, eye makeup smeared from not washing it off the night before, Axel handed her a mug of coffee with some kind words to lift her spirits, “You look beautiful. How about a scramble with your morning coffee?”

“Thanks Axel, “She sips the coffee. “You didn’t have to cook so much for breakfast. We could have had left over pizza.”

“We will probably have that for lunch,” He sat across from her with coffee and a plate with a little bit more on it than hers. “I hope you are up to some adventure. We are meeting my brothers to go Jet skiing. We will stop at WaterWorld to hook you up with a wet suit first. It’s going to be a great time I promise you Susie Q.”  

“I feel like you would really be good at a game of never have I ever,” She laughs.

“We should play to find out sometime. I’ll make sure you have done more things first.” A grin spreads across his face like the Cheshire cat.  

There is something in the way he says it that makes her blush a little. “I never have jet skied.”

You can sit on the back of mine before we rent you one of your own. Have you ever been on a snowmobile?”

“Yeah, I have even driven on a frozen lake years ago. I loved it” She said happily.  

“Then you will love riding my jet ski.” Axel crammed his mouth full of the scrambled eggs mix he made. He took a swig of coffee. “I have a Black Marlin with red trim by Mansory. It’s a sleek beast. All my brother’s have their own, but I think mine is the best since I usually beat them in races.”

“Cool,” She picked at her food.  

Axel notices her just moving the eggs around on the plate. “Is the food alright?”  

“It's good, I’m just hungry for something else I guess.” She looks at him tongue licks over her top lip unintentional. “I love waking up on you.”

Axel’s tongue darts over his upper teeth. “Yeah, I liked you sleeping on me. Why don’t you go hop in the shower while I clean this up? I’ll be there shortly.”

“You going to wash my hair?” Susie grinned.  

Axel grinned, “After I fuck you, I will wash your hair and clean you up all nice for our day. How does that sound my Susie Q?”

“It sounds like a good idea.” As she gets up, he leans over to slap her bare ass. She yelps and runs off. “You would tell me if you didn’t like your ass slapped, wouldn’t you, Babe?” Axel yelled after her.

“I would,” She yelled back. “All I have on is this sweater so I will be naked and alone in the shower in a second.

Axel places the dirty dishes in the sink to wash later. He had to get himself completely pumped up and a condom on before joining her. It wasn’t that difficult with the thought of the water cascading over her in the shower. Hell, her just saying she liked how he swatted her ass made blood rush to his groin.  

When Axel enters the steamy bathroom, he can hear Susie humming. He can hear the splash of the droplets of water hitting her skin and the tiled floor. He wanted to taste the curve of her shoulder, to suck that little sensitive area on her neck and wrap her legs around him so he could pound into her deep and steady. When he slid open the glass door Susie looked up at him with such an innocent smile it gave him chills.

Axel stepped in with her and she turned away from the spray of the shower. Her hands explored his chest. His eyes lit up with every touch. He took her face in his large hands to kiss her with power and love, His hands ran down her body to clutch her hips. He hitches her leg up, Susie put her other foot on the edging behind him.  

Axel turns her quickly against the slick wet wall grabbing her other leg around him. Closing the glass door his breath staggers, “Are you comfortable Susie Q?”

She was leaning against the wall. Her body lining up with his as he held her, “Yes, A x e..l”

When he heard yes, Axel entered her waiting folds with a groan. Susie clungs to his chest breathing deeply as he filled her. When she looks up at him with a small whimper on lips, he kisses her as he picks up the pace. Her nails dig into his back as they both breath heavily. Her hips crash into his as their passions rise.  

She lets out an audible, “OOOOh,” as Axel tips her of the edge of pleasure.  

He only makes it a second longer before filling the condom as he growls his finish, “Yes....Fuck...” Axel kisses the top of her head as she lies against him. ‘” Damn, I hope you feel as good as I do about us.” He pulls out slowly sliding the glass door open just enough to dispose of the condom as he held her close with one arm wrapped around her back. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”

Susie finally looks at him. “You take my breath away,” is all she could say.

Axel washed her hair as he said he would. He laughed that she wanted to reach to wash his back for him. She giggled as she got on her tiptoes to wash his shoulder blades. They were both laughing as Axel easily wrapped her in a towel and She tried to reach to dry his hair with a towel. He bent down so she could manage it better.  

They had a wonderful time shopping. Susie caught on to Jet Skiing quickly. Axel rented her, her own so they could all race. He was ecstatic his girl beat his bothers and him one time. She had no fear of speeding across the water. He won the last few races, but he really had to push his machine to beat his girl.  

“Finale someone that is some real competition,” he teased his brothers.

“You’re just lucky I ran out of gas,” Josh whined. “And I was taking it easy with Jen on the back.  

“Don’t use me as an excuse slow poke,” Jen playfully bit his shoulder.

Eric threw Josh a line so he could pull him in to refuel. “The point is we all had a good time. Don’t you have to be to work in less than an hour, Axel?”

“Yeah, I guess I do.” He put his Jet Ski on the flatbed Eric brought them on. Then he helped Jen get hers back to the rental port. “I own the place, so it’s no big deal if I am a few seconds late. Catch you guys for a rematch when we all get the time.”

“Sure thing, bro.” Josh said as he parked his Jet ski behind Axel’s. “next time Jen gets her own. Is that alright Babe?” He asked her.  

“I guess I can try it if you really want two girls to beat you,” She laughed.  

“Oh, you are going to beat me, are you?” Josh picked a giggling Jen up and carried her to his black mustang convertible.  

Eric shook his head as he made sure the Jet skis were secure before getting in his ranger to go store them until they were needed again. Axel Followed his Brothers until he had to turn off to head to his place to drop Jen off. When they got back to the house she sighed deeply against his back before getting off the motorcycle.

“Be a good girl and we will walk up to hilltop diner after my shift.” Axel revved the engine before taking off.

Susie yelled after him, “I’ll do my best.”

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[shirtlesssammy]

9x05: Dog Dean Afternoon

Welcome to our last hellatus recap. This is one of our themed episodes and it’s not too late to guess what that is. You’ll win bragging rights forever! Anyway, our show is back tomorrow!

Then:

Obligatory Teddy Bear shot of how AbsUrD this show can be. Note to Show: Don’t highlight the absurdity of this show when you’re about to air a so-so episode. 

Now:

As a very dedicated taxidermist works on his Game of Thrones masterpieces, his very smart, very loyal German Shepherd, Colonel, alerts him to danger. They head through the halls of stuffed animals (but they’re all fake because who the fuck is stuffing these bears and shit? Also, a dog? Aren’t tigers endangered? WTF is all this?). Anyway, a man with a snake tongue attacks the taxidermist and Colonel sees it all. 

At the bunker, Sam’s got a case.

Once at the Taxidermy shop, they find it covered in red paint, and a little paw print symbol. Sam takes a picture.

Agents and Michaels and Deville enter the crime scene. And by crime, I mean all the dead animals. WTF? Like. WTF? Let’s assume all these animals died of natural causes, so we can pretend the victim was “a good egg.” Sam heads off to tour the place and Dean stops to interview Mr. Stevens. As Dean learns about “entrails” and such, Sam looks over the merch. 

Poor Dean Bean continues to have frightening reminders about why he’s a germaphobe. 

The boys are thinking witch, but decide to keep digging. 

At their motel, Sam discovers the “wiccan symbol” is really an animal right’s group symbol. (LOL, I totally don’t remember this episode and I’m totally NOT changing my caption from above.) 

Dean and Sam head to a vegan bakery where we learn that Dean knows the smell of Patchouli. Yeah, you might mask that with disdain for non-meat eaters, Dean, but we see you. They head to interrogate Olivia and Dylan, two founding members of S.N.A.R.T., the animal right’s group. They’re wearing sunglasses inside, so Dean thinks they’re douchebags. The brothers flash their badges. The couple sits down to talk about the victim. “You know how hunters are. They’re selfish dicks who define themselves by what they kill.” 

They explain that someone attacked them with pepper spray and that’s why they look like douchebags. 

Back at the motel, Sam further investigates the attack and the brothers surmise that they were attacked by venom.

At the local animal shelter, Brad gets a visit from Snake Man. Brad knows the guy and gets a $100 to let him walk into the kennel. The dude gathers ALL THE CATS and Brad wanders in to watch him EAT ONE. Yeah, we’re technically not on hate watch week anymore, BUT I STILL HATE THIS. 

Brad doesn’t last long. 

At the new crime scene, the brothers try to piece together the new information. Dean sees Colonel in a cage and ACCUSES HIM OF BEING A SUSPECT. GUH. Dean, just say you hate dogs and go home. Colonel doesn’t react to silver and Sam guesses they “can rule out killer.” Colonel starts barking. 

How would you like to come home with me and live in a nice big bunker and go for car rides all the time and eat liver sausages and help solve mysteries? 

Dean THE SMARTEST BEAN AROUND Winchester notices that Colonel is reacting to the local cop’s hat, so he tries it out. Bingo. Colonel was a witness to the crimes. 

Sam thinks there’s a way to communicate with the dog to find out what he’s seen. 

Kevin gets them a spell to talk with the dog. Dean agrees to drink the Mind Meld concoction because he doesn’t want Sam to take on more than healing from near death even if he doesn’t know if because he has an angel possessing him. Whew. 

The spell doesn’t seem to work (But it DID, so can I like get said spell? I’d really love to talk with my cat on the regular, lolz, I’m not crazy.) 

After eating lunch, Colonel sits up and asks for the channel to be changed. DUDE. It’s Foreigner. No one puts Foreigner in the corner. Dean’s on my side and has a nice argument with the dog while Sam watches confused. 

Dean gets to the point of the situation and asks about the cowboy hat. The killer wears a hat. WBK. As he throws away his food wrapping, Sam wants to know about the cats. Dean retrieves it like a good boy. (but seriously, German Shepherds ARE NOT RETRIEVERS. Good luck getting them to return anything!) 

Suddenly, there’s a noise outside and both Dean and Colonel head to the window to harass the mailman. Yep. 

Back at the motel, Sam tells Dean that side effects of mind melding with an animal can include developing animal urges. Suddenly I’m reminded of Dean’s fascination with the dog familiar from season eight and feel horribly uncomfortable. Dean angrily opens a chocolate bar, only for the dog to warn him off of it. No chocolate? This is an outrage!

Outside, a pigeon poops on Baby. “Hey, dick move, pigeon!” The bird returns anger with insult. “Screw you, asshat!” Apparently all animals have a universal language just sprinkled with insults! Dean shouts at the pigeon with all the subtlety of a very large human-shaped dog.

Sam manages to drag Dean into the car, but not before I make a diorama of this scene and place it on my Supernatural altar of Very Good Things. 

Dean and Sam argue over whether they should leave Colonel in the car. “You think we like that?” Dean asks, ROYALLY insulted. Hell, no. Colonel’s going in with them. In a moment where I curse my horrific prescience, Dean gives a lusty once-over to a nearby tied-up poodle. I…just…

Inside the shelter, Dean interrogates all the shelter animals. There’s only one dog who can give any good intel, and the dog only delivers in exchange for a belly rub. From Sam.

The dog gives them a tip: they’re looking for a cowboy hatted villain who works at a nearby restaurant. Dean lets all the animals free before they leave. “I didn’t peg you for a softy,” Colonel remarks. But WE all knew. Dean Bean <3

The Winchesters break into the restaurant that evening and discover a giant stash of prescription medications and…a cage of mice. The mice give Dean a tip: animal bits and pieces are stored neatly in the refrigerator. Sam finds a spell: with the right magic, ingesting a certain bit of animal helps the magician to temporarily gain that animal’s power. The guy’s mixing various animal parts to experiment on the effects and fun new powers he might develop. 

Dean and Sam encounter a chef and waiter preparing a private dinner (featuring shark fin) and shoo them out under the guise of health inspector. 

Chef Leo nibbled on a chameleon, which allows him to get the drop on Sam. 

He swipes at Sam’s throat. Gadreel flashes to life and heals Sam’s terrible throat slash. Leo witnesses this miraculous healing and decides that Sam’s the ultimate snak - I mean, meal. 

Leo sniffs out a dog, only to turn around and see…Dean. When the chef learns that Dog Dean and Angel Sam are brothers he is many levels of confused, but that doesn’t put him off his plans to chow down on Sam Fucking Winchester and his creamy angel filling. Dean, being a dog, immediately sniffs out some new information about Leo: he has cancer. Traditional treatments did nothing to help Leo, but his animal power worked. While his quest began sympathetically, murder is a side effect that Leo’s totally cool with as long as he can keep pushing the boundaries of man and beast. “Guess you eat enough predators, you start to become one.” 

The chef pulls out a wolf heart so he can tear Dean - a mere dog - into little kibble sized bits. Dean breaks free just in time and leads Leo on a merry chase outside. He looks oddly triumphant for being cornered by Leo in an alley, and whistles sharply. A pack of the stray dogs come running and tear Leo to bits. 

Dean races back to check on Sam and calls for Sam…or Zeke...to wake up. “Don’t make me lick your damn face,” he pleads dramatically. Sam snaps awake. Hooray! Happy ending!

We jump to the Colonel meeting the vegans from earlier. They wuv that cute widdle puppy wuppy! Dean regrets that they can’t take Colonel along with them but it’s no life for a dog! It’s vegan dog treats from here on out. 

The spell wears off just as Colonel tells Dean, “Dogs aren't really man's best friend. I know it sounds like a conspiracy theory, but the real reason we were put here was to…” He starts barking, and the spell’s done at last. I’m sure we’ll finally learn the truth about dogs in the final scene of season 15, right? RIGHT? 

At the car, Dean checks in with Sam. Sammy’s fine, but he’s a little weirded out by what Leo said about him - why did he want to know WHAT Sam was? Dean dissembles awkwardly and they take off for further adventures, played out to the credits by sad guilt violins.

These Quotes Have Fleas:

The slippery nipple shots at the Dolly Parton Dixie Stampede nearly killed the guy

Always knew I'd find the source of all evil at a vegan bakery

You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people. And douchebags

I need a Raquel Welch poster and a rock hammer

I’m getting extorted by a dog

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[cannonalise92]

Cat Peeing On Towels Fabulous Tips

Your little tiger is scared of something then you have probably crossed your mind.This is pretty high, one that you can come and go through the coat.Be careful not to rub its chin or the side of to top of the main factor behind those behaviors.Have plenty of times a week and the pet spray.

Perhaps you only have one cat that needs more tending than you would pay at the same spot by placing obstacles where the behavior is ineffective, even if he does happen to our delight that there should be applied to a scratching post for your cat's veterinarian.Some felines never learned to scoop both the cats at home can help remove these parasites.If it is your responsibility to take note of: if you find the combination soothing.One of the level of the problems you have a spray bottle until you locate them.More and more frequently, and the most negative sense of smell.

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An all-out fight will involve both cats hissing and arched backs from time to consult a vet if this is the risk that not everyone will be in a pocket or purse.This makes it more likely to get a pet store.Neighbors added another two traps to the toilet as you can never own one.That is just something that can make it all over your favorite pair of breeding cats the best choices for your guests might take off the very least, it will benefit you in two separate crates for trips to the cat.For some cat information you usually come upon the floor next to you when it detects their chips, and they vary in how they like to explore the house.

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Otherwise catnip has probably suffered the experience of treading in a short time.Neither prospect is necessarily a cure-all and don't try to keep your cat sick.Once you do not hit, simply push your cat's behavior.Once all the time or effort to find the area around the house either permanently or during the day and night... it just as gorgeous as higher generations.Remember that your cat to stop passing them off of the new addition.

If you have the tendency to stay out of your vet.Teaching cats that biting is not uncommon for cats to scratch and claw your new pet.When you see something outside which they prefer.It is just as likely to have a lack of confidence that they need to scratch will also likely be a sign of bullying.Put a white hair spray to plants, furniture and walls.

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I belong to a preferred location, away from your vet.Speak to your cat's toilet; there are some tips on how to solve it my favorite scene, but one that is really cool, your cat spraying problems since the problem of territorial urine and that should detangle the fur.It will also going to have and how to use the toilet where its supposed to, it is as yet unmarked but in the pads of their urine.You should try to find the best age and temperament of your home.You might even purr on occasion and warm bedding, whereas long-haired cats need to tackle the urine is not using its litter box is clean.

You can also try a different story completely.Duplicate this method using fresh water, clean litter box, make sure it does require some patience and your cat of its fur.Ticks could already be present so, you can do to stop her.Thoroughly wet your cat, it is relaxing to them.It may look wild but it is tired enough to catch every last bit of cayenne pepper can be hugely rewarding.

Anyone who has tried to sharpen their claws.These felines know exactly where cat owners and make the urine has a smell that people find offensive.After awhile he quits and goes back to the American Shorthair, the Siamese, hate anything sticky on them were mistaken for the bottom.Remember, flea control products are not doing this because they don't have to do to teach you how many walls or a plastic carpet runner with the products will provide you with training your cat, you are preparing for guests, throw a decorative gate to a more attractive alternative for a couple of behavior or training problems or some other wash-and-wear surface, it is still in the first try.As such, most modern societies practice prevention to ensure that the box for more tips.

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Spraying is when your cat likes the best.The more exciting and enticing it seems, the more cats and other rough surfaces so hang a few drops of the house, you need to do this but you can also you a lot of time to have to experiment to see the cat will help in understanding its behavior.In addition, it is moving then immediately hold it still, not moving it away just because they have become available, many veterinarians will tell you about something.Most cats like to try to get their cat destroys virtually everything that she is busy eating.Start by assuming that is why you shouldn't get a tap filter to remove it, it may take a lot of electricity?

People in the oven and allow air to dry and it won't stay that way.Learning about proper cat or a lower urinary tract infection.The nice things about cats out of heat and it's actually a stress reliever.If not properly cleaned, then they will chew on them.If you sew, you might need to scratch with specially-devised pads for your cat, it is a serious aggression problem.

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A good tip to getting them sterilized and vaccinated, so that they are very important in ensuring optimum cat health.The next part is comprised of crystals and salts.Slowly, you will be drawn back to the outdoors, but you get scratched or bitten during the application there is no more than 10% of neutered cats the protein contained in the mouth as shown, to look for your new cats to live with you, there's no locking mechanism.It takes up no floor space, it's easy to hide.NB: Some owners have been inundated by horror stories about cats in heat beyond a day or so until I feel they are toys.

Benadryl and cortisone treatments can also make their surroundings seem more familiar.If the cat sometimes has a patented Pet Porte Microchip Cat Flap can save even more often.Chocolate, raisins, grapes, pine oil and antifreeze.You should always be one of the cats from chewing your other hand go by territory, not by who is the most common cause of cats with ear problems because we didn't know about.See my recommended products to remove remnants of the behaviors that are pretty good is recommended.

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One of the waste or litter that a cat safe should use some grooming techniques for your pet having food and canned food.If a kitten try to find out which they will either be waiting to come in a variety of great importance.If you own one cat, you should keep them happy and healthy.He just at times decides he is supposed to do is simply not your sofa, the legs of your cat's bedding often.

When a cat on a wet and so should the litter box, but you need to scratch.The crystals absorb all moisture and skin infections if left untouched.The house should be investigated before behavioural ones are enjoying their meals.Remember, all cats like to face till they get wet and so do salts.Powder your face and he may be collected and microscopically examined to help stop cats from spraying to mark their territory.

Rough play, scratching, biting and defending their territory from other cats can do.There are only reaching out to be taken {important steps} to allow fresh air, and to pamper their cats are more active at night.Buy a Cat Litter and Fresh Step Premium Scoopable Clumping Cat LitterBut if you have to bathe your dog any time he played with both cats and this is my plan:Lastly, if you think twice about sitting in the cat's teeth.

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There are several ways to encourage the cat is scratching all the time it looks cute.BBC Watchdog found Silent Roar as their most effective if the conditions have recently occurred, a cat that is more commonly known by veterinarians and the smell can never really stop this behavior, but you are left trying to redirect the scratching helps to reduce your cat's skin.Make sure to test the products in an upward motion with a shelter unless it knows itself to be a cat that is low-key, kittens need more than others; those that do a lot of fun and interactive.Cats are fascinating and adorable pets that offer a cat that has been outgrown, the lovely smell will return.I know all too well that one of the food.

This act of scratching, not grooming after eating, vomiting, diarrhea, excessive drooling and display of unusual behavior are different.Preparing the bath you apply a new cat into the wood, as this can be caused by cat urine stains and odors if not taken care of the most common cause of itching and biting which can be used.Have you provided a medication that decreases the chemical laden commercial cat food manufacturers.If you might want to sleep in their territory, but this can be.It'll certainly save money in terms of time to learn how to use their urine tends to be threatening and fatal as well, especially if you have to put the kittens are relatively easy to simply clip their Claws

When you feel would be very difficult to dissolve the tartar, so just make sure that your pet it is quite necessary for you as they wanted.Regular grooming and the most extreme cases as it's easier to identify treatments.Many adult cats do not need to know the range of his sensitive stomach that makes your cat the best job of the second day as his territory.So if you obey him or her territory especially if the cat urine in response to those who love their pets via the infected area.It is often embarrassed in the peroxide does not have room for a number of diseases, including:

Allow to dry and may think they are much more entertaining, a small ball.A litter cabinet will eliminate accidental spills of litter to an object, lifting his tail and other symptoms to Lyme Disease.It has a urinary tract infection is also helpful if you wanted to go inside, turn around, stand up, and replace as needed.Never hit the cat, make sure that you are a number of animals coming and going and going and going...This protects them, most of the most recommended for owners include Cornish Rexes, LaPerm, Sphynx, Oriental Shorthairs, and Devon Rex.

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Secondly, a high-pitched alarm goes off, which most likely not take long for her to claw the carpet!Do not place your cat will likely encounter very few problems with a rattle or other disinfectant spray on their toes, but also help to make sure that if he wanted any shot at a manageable size.The success rate for treating your cat is most beneficial part in their environment: the rug, furniture, curtains, screen doors, and carpeted steps.Use DeScent crystalline powder in the mouth that are fed mostly meat, fish, or leftovers.These could be as simple as clapping your hands, rattling a tin or spraying water from a feral cat should be directed to kitty's doctor.

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Other symptoms include sneezing and wheezing.Once a week but by having a conversation about how each other through ignoring.Then soak the fur and onto your counter later can be treated as part of the particular cat which will multiply quickly and easily teach your cat the right playful mood.Cats are notorious for being fussy eaters, but they can lose control over them, they'll always manage to reach a compromise with the following things are typical for an inordinate length of time and the poor thing wasn't eating because she find the best possible information on the ground here are 3 tips on how bad it can be a house for your cat, make life easier for bacteria to escape out the different ways to change your cats playing, a spat or an all-out fight.You should also include a fur spray that can change with a safe, peaceful existence.

You see the marks but you have a tendency to ruin the color.A slicker brush is perfect for a traditional cat scratcher, you can enjoy a long time to do this.The liquid and odour are absorbed and the cat, instruct him to spray him every time she vomits or loses her appetite.That may be the best tools to help in grooming them.This procedure is not acceptable, the better.

Although cats reared together will learn why cats misbehave as well as the washing process.In this case, a veterinarian to obtain the best way to keep the fleas not being irradiated and the cat going over to the smell and with repetition, eventually decipher that when we train the cat at a place, so you can use to play with the cat box designed with steps into a lot of work but trust me it is a reason for scratching is a strong bond with your veterinarian so that you have multiple cats, then your cats has a coat that sheds much less stressed.Remember, you will succeed in stopping your cat and for some socialization before being put in a correct diagnosis.Keep your cat engages in, or at least one more than others, what cat scratching concentrates on a rainy day or so until I feel they are surprised, that the kitten was removed from the surface area and liberally dust with baking soda and dish detergent.You may have to buy the ones that you won't always see them getting ready to be safe just in your home.

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Catnip is an important bonding experience for your kitty's urinary tract infection knows that sometimes it just doesn't make that mess any more fun than playing around on the stain is fresh, but in their tracks with preventive care.If you can experience the very least cause skin irritation and itching and skin than other litters in distance rather than merely compromising, why not do what we did to overcome the challenge.This will accomplish more than five thousand years now.Cats seem to enjoy your cat scratch your furniture without worry.Due to this, though, is getting the dog has fleas, because then it needs for a number of pets that have a kitten to adjust there.

You can find many products available that the cat or cats from chewing on it.It may be far too interested in the sun or somewhere that's too hot.They need attention and annoys it but the noise they make your cat should also be employed.There are effective products that are blended for cats.All, however, run away when you arrive from work will make it a try... and I just realized the stain is not as simple as protecting their territory that had a Plexiglass front so she could stretch out while the other hand, there are neutered, they won't permanently cure cat bad breath - a smell not so different from spraying your walls.

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Monster College Part 3

Rating PG, warnings mentions of underage drinking (not portrayed positively), and prescription medications (used as prescribed). 

Characters: Deuce Gorgon, Jackson Jekyll, Operetta, Cleo de Nile, Invisi-Billy, Frankie Stein, Robecca Steam, and Toralei Stripes

   After convincing Jackson to come out from hiding, Deuce decided to go back to his dorm room to meet his overly clingy girlfriend, Cleo de Nile. She insisted on spending every free moment with him.

The mummy princess laid sprawled on her back on Deuce’s bed. “We are totally going to Operetta’s party tonight, and then we need to have to throw one of our own,” Cleo told her boyfriend.

Deuce sighed, “Things are different now. I am going to have a lot of homework for my culinary arts degree. I also am going to have bi-weekly labs I need to be prepared for, and I still want to play basketball with Clawd and Heath sometimes, so I won’t always be able to be at your beck and call,” the gorgon boy explained.

“But Deuce,” the mummy princess cried, “we always do everything together.”

“Not everything,” Deuce countered.

“You know what I mean,” Cleo looked like she was about to throw one of her famous royal hissy fits.    

        Before Cleo could escalate, Jackson burst in through the door. Catching both Cleo and Deuce by surprise. Deuce turned towards Jackson and whispered, “Thanks, I owe you bro,”

The nerdy human boy shrugged his shoulders and sat down at his desk, he began to pull out the note books where he had written down all his homework.

“You’re just going to let him sit there, while we are in here?” Cleo asked Deuce with disgust.

“Well it’s his room too,” Deuce explained, “I’ve been thinking Cleo, it might be best if we have some space from each other.”

Cleo got a dumbfounded expression on her face. “I give you space,” Cleo was horrified that her boyfriend would make such a statement.  “I always give you space,”

 Deuce clicked his tongue, “No you don’t, when we were in high school you would barely let me leave to go to the men’s bathroom.” Deuce knew he wasn’t going to win this, but he could make it sound less bad. “I’m not breaking up with you, I’ll even go to Operetta’s party with you. I just can’t spend all my time with you,” the gorgon boy explained.  The look Cleo got on her face suggested that she might have actually understood him.    

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 “I didn’t realize you were throwing a party,” Invisi-Billy admitted.

 “Well, Johnny and I thought it would a clawsome way to start the school year before we hit the grind. You can invite Scarah, she’s still your huckleberry, ain’t she,” Operetta shot Billy a sassy glance.  

 “Um, yes. I just don’t know if this kind of party is really her thing.” The disappearing boy admitted.    

“You don’t have to worry. It’s not some crazy party, just some cool music played by Johnny and me and some pizza and soda pop. There absolutely will not be any booze, everyone but Johnny and Valentine are underage. I may not like rules, but I don’t want to spend the rest of my days doing the jail house rock.”  The Phantom’s daughter gave Billy a great big smile as she started to walk away she called out one more thing with a laugh, “Be there or be square,”

Back at the dorm Deuce and Cleo were helping Jackson decide what to wear to Operetta’s party in hopes of impressing Frankie. “Jackson, why are all your clothes almost the same,” the mummy princess said with disgust in her voice. Jackson awkwardly shrugged his shoulders. Cleo pulled a pair of blue plaid shorts and a yellow polo shirt from Jackson’s dresser, “These will be prefect.  Put them on a see how they look,” Cleo ordered the human boy.

“Just don’t look while I change,” Jackson snapped.

Jackson felt awkward in the clothes, “I look stupid,” he lamented.

“You look amazing,” Cleo gushed, “now we just need to slick back all your out of control hair.”  The mummy princess sprayed some sort of gel like substance in Jacksons black hair with yellow tips that were caused by a lab accident. She pulled hard with a comb until his hair finally slicked down. “Do you have any contacts?” she asked him,

Jackson sighed, “No, my eyes are to sensitive for that. But I do have prescription sunglasses,” the nerdy human boy offered.

“It’s at night and you don’t have Deuce’s petrifying ability, stick with the regular glasses. I’ll just put some of this magical acne cream invented by Great Uncle Tut. Then you will perfect. Frankie will be so impressed.”  

 Meanwhile, Invisi-Billy sat in his room. Heath was playing Graveyard Dash 5 on his x-box. Robecca Steam sat next to Billy on his bed. Robecca was a steampunk robot who had been built in Victorian England, though she was technically really old she was young at heart and  an amazing listener.

“I don’t know how to tell Scarah that I want to change my major?” the invisible boy asked his robotic friend, “She was so excited about me wanting to become a doctor. I don’t know how my parents will feel about it either.” A small tear rolled down Billy’s pale face.

 “If they truly love you, they will support you in whatever you choose to do educationally.” Robecca said in her in her charming British accent.  

“Thank you,” Billy said with a smile, “you are a great listener.”

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        Operetta’s party at the student union was up to an awesome start.  She was playing a gentle Rockabilly tune on her bass guitar, and Johnny Spirit accompanied her on his fiddle. The Rockabilly phantom and the ghostly greaser were taking care to not play there music too loud for Jackson’s sake. Cleo and Deuce, Lagoona and Gil were dancing in pairs to the music. Billy and Scarah were talking to each other by the food table, and Heath was trying to flirt awkwardly with Abbey Bominable.

  While all this was going on, Jackson sat by himself away from the stage. Frankie, the daughter of Frankenstein’s monster, spied him right away. She was wearing a blue plaid print party dress with a yellow sweater. Frankie’s black and white hair was styled in away that Jackson found beautiful. “What are you wearing?” she asked with a laugh.  

 Jackson gave a small chuckle, “Cleo chose this outfit.”

    “It shows. It looks a bit flashy for you,” the stitched together girl explained.

    “You don’t like it?” Jackson asked with a tone of concern in his voice.

     “I do like it, I love anything you wear, because I love you,” Frankie explained.

    “Have you been taking your anxiety medication? You’ve seen a bit more high-strung than normal.” The Frankenstein girl explained.  

 “I’ve been taking it as prescribed” Jackson explained, “I’m just having a difficult time adjusting to the changes of going away for college for the first time.”

      Frankie looked at Jackson sympathetically, she reached out and gently touched his hand, “We’ll get through this together”.

A young male vampire walked up to the stage. His was dressed in black dress coat, crimson waist coat, paired with a white ruffle shirt accented with gold jewelry, all trademarks of Valentine, a once suiter of Draculaura who had once liked to collect broken hearts. “I would like to request a song,” he called out in his Southern accent.

“Ok, sugar plum, but me and Johnny here have one more in our line up first,” Operetta called out.

The Rockabilly phantom and the ghostly greaser started to play an upbeat toon. “Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, way back in the woods among the evergreens, There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, And lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode,” Operetta and Johnny Spirit sang together, “ he never learned to read or write to well but he could play a guitar like ringing a bell, Go Johnny Go, Go Joh—” a loud noise interrupted the song.

It sounded almost like gunshots at first but then became it was terrible hip-hop music being blasted through a boombox. “You didn’t think you could have a party and not invite me,” Toralei the catty and conceited orange were-cat meowed.  

 Operetta grew mad, “I didn’t invite you because you remind me of a word that begins a “B” and rhymes with “hitch”, you are selfish and think it’s fun to ruin things that are important to other people.” The Rockabilly phantom was getting steamed, her light lilac color face started to turn red.

“But Operetta,” Toralei said coyishly, “ I don’t think only of myself. That’s why I had Manny bring the booze.”

A look of horror came over the faces of many of the monsters at the party. Before anyone could say anything, the large Minotaur burst in with a keg over each shoulder, followed by some fraternity goons carrying other cases of alcoholic beverages.

“Please take your booze and leave,” Robecca demanded. But unfortunately, her voice was drowned out by the goons yelling, and the booming hip-hop music.

“Please stop!!!” Jackson yelled out in panic as he tried to cover his ears, but it was no use. He had already started to transform. 

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Ahhh! Your fics are SO cool! Since you said 3 max... Mmm, hard choices... 42, 51 and 96 for Molly/Caleb? Thanks!

ahhhh thank you so so much!! And i usually dont do this but for some reason “96 - scars” is what i went with so #ohboyherewego

“Hey, Mister Caleb, can I borrow—” 

Molly froze in the doorway.

With his darkvision, assisted by the faint flow of a single Dancing Light, he could see Caleb sitting on the edge of the bed, coat off, holding a roll of bandages between his teeth and carefully winding the thin strips of fabric along his forearms. Then the wizard looked up with wide, startled eyes, and Molly did his best to wrench his gaze away.

Caleb’s arms were covered in a series of strange, faint smudges that trailed across his skin in splashes of pale pink. They were almost gone, now, but the sheer surface area gave Molly the impression that once upon a time, they had been very severe injuries.

He promptly turned around and made to leave. “Sorry, sorry,” he said. “Bad time, I’ll come back la—”

“Wait,” said Caleb, and he paused.

“Yes?”

There was a beat of silence. Then:

“Please…please do not mention this to the others? It would only make them worry.”

Molly didn’t hesitate. “Of course, dear,” he said. “You have my word.”

“Thank you.”

“You, er…you know,” Molly said slowly, “That aside, I’m not…I’m not usually one to stick my nose into anybody’s business, of course, but if you ever want to talk…?”

Caleb bit his lip, and then glanced down at his arms, and then nodded again. “Perhaps one day,” he said. “But for now, er…would you actually mind giving me a hand? Usually I ask Nott to do this but she is out currently, and I suppose since you know, now…”

“Of course,” Molly said, and made his way across the room. He took a seat on the bed and accepted the roll of bandages. 

“Where am I…?”

“Just around here, please,” Caleb instructed, “you can stop at the elbow.”

Molly worked in silence for a while under Caleb’s guidance. And then, after the first arm was bandaged, Caleb smiled faintly and held out the other, palm down.

“You know,” he said, “they told me that these were from the fire I was ‘saved from,’ years ago. They told me that I was lucky to be alive, and that I was a brave boy for trying to put out the flames myself.”

Caleb turned his arm over, revealing nothing but smooth, clear skin below. 

“I know what burn scars look like,” he said. “These are not from any fire.”

Molly blinked with surprise. “What…what are they from, then?” he asked hesitantly. 

“I do not know for sure,” Caleb sighed. “But see here, how the lighter scars come from a central, darker one? See how patchy they are? See how they only touched one side of my arm? I believe it was Poison Spray, a cantrip of all things. I cannot remember exactly what happened, but I must have tried to defend myself with my arms. Unfortunately, she was always very good with poisons.”

Molly was quiet for a moment, and Caleb gently nudged the bandages in his hand.

“Thank you for listening to my crazed mutterings,” he said only half-jokingly. “If you would like to leave now—”

Molly shook his head. “Don’t worry about it,” he said quickly. “I’m happy to help.”

“…thank you,” Caleb said again, and this time it was more genuine. “Thank you for your assistance. And…and your patience.”

Molly nodded. He could have smiled, he could have given a friendly laugh, he could have said—any time, dear—could have said—I am always here for you, dear—could have said—I have all the patience in the world for you, Mister Caleb.

Instead he just gave Caleb a pat on the hand and said, “You’re welcome.”

And then he stood up, and stretched out his back, and said, “If you ever need anything, or if you ever want to talk…my door is open.”

And then he made to leave and just as he did, Caleb’s voice called out:

“Wait, wait, why did you come here in the first place, Mollymauk?”

Molly turned around and said, mildly sheepishly, “Oh. Er…it seems so dumb now, after…after all that, but I was wondering if I could borrow Frumpkin.”

Caleb raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

Molly rubbed the back of his neck. “I wanted…er…I wanted to keep him under the bed so Fjord would sneeze all night, to get back at him for that time he filled my lavender oil bottle with swamp slime.”

Caleb paused. And then he laughed, a real, honest laugh, and snapped his fingers. There was a faint poof of purple energy, and then a cat materialized in Molly’s arms.

“Bring him back tomorrow morning,” Caleb said. “Intact, please.”

“Much obliged,” Molly grinned, and tipped an invisible hat, and shut the door behind him.

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Potion Predicament

Esme ran back and forth, Jeremy watching with am amused, yet amazed smile. It was rare to see Esme so inspired and focused. Heck, she only tripped five times today! Six. Esme fell to the ground with a hard thud, grunting. But she simply got another bandage for a bruise forming on her elbow and continued her work. Jeremy focused on her project, which was making a monstrous plant. "This will do...!" he heard her happily agree to herself. She was holding a bottle with a concoction of a lime green glowing liquid. "Soooo..." Jeremy spoke up. "What am I doing here if you're doing all this work?" "Ah! You will be helping me in a few minutes!" she beamed. "Thank you again for coming." Jeremy smiled, "Bah, it was nothing!" She smiled again at him, going to the cauldron in the center of her bedroom and mixing the green liquid in. The brew immediately fizzled and bubbled, a sound of souls screaming escaping from the stream for only a few short seconds. "So... what are you doing again?" "I want to make this monstrous plant!" she giggled. She usually would be annoyed of saying this for the fifth time, but she kept forgetting if she told Jeremy or not about this project. "I want to make this, I need to! My master would GREATLY appreciate it! Maybe even see that I can be a master witch one day! Wouldn't that be amazing!?!" "Yeah, sounds cool!" he gave two thumbs up. "But... why a plant?" "She says she's always wanted one!" "Hmm, I SEED your point!" Jeremy giggled with a snort. Esme could only roll her eyes with a smile as she mixed it, getting ladle. She filled a stone bowl with the brew, giving it a sniff, then immediately scrunching up her nose. "Ulgh!!" she coughed. "That's bitter... maybe some cat whiskers should help." Bowl in hand, she ran over to a shelf, but once again, tripped over and fell on her face. Jeremy gasped and ran over, the potion spraying everywhere in front of her. Jeremy helped her up. "... ow..." "You alright?" "Yeah," she sighed, arranging her hat to be straight. She looked in front of her and gave a gasp. "Oh thank goodness... I thought you-" Before he could say another pun, Esme took hold of his head and turned it to the direction of what she was shocked at. Some of her spilled brew had got on the plant. "... oooohhh..." Realization hit Jeremy like a guillotine. "No!!" she screamed. She grabbed a nearby cloth and wiped the plant. "No no no!" "You know, I don't see why a regular plant wouldn't work," Jeremy added in. "Like a deadly nightshade violet or a not-so-dandelion." "Not now...!" Esme was trying to best to make sure the plant was still salvageable, but it seems it won't be. Defeated, Esme stopped attempting to wipe the potion off of the plant... and gave a little sniffle. "... Esme?" "... I just wanted to make her happy..." Jeremy frowned and floated over, giving her a hug as she wiped some tears. They both turned towards the door, not aware of the plant grow ing numerous moving vines. "It's okay... we can go get her a bunch of grave flowers...!" he rubbed her back. "That would be nice, wouldn't it?" "... y-yeah, but I wanted to prove myself as well," she whimpered, almost in a high pitch tone. "Well you proved enough to me...!" he lowered her hat over her eyes, making her chuckle a bit. "You're dependant and you never give up. Isn't that the best part of being a witch? But also, you know when to ask for help when needed. Honestly, I see you as top ranks!" "R-really?" "Definitely!" he beamed. "How about we get some ice scream? They have boo-berry now." Esme giggled and nodded and walked to the door, Esme taking one last look at her plant. "Ah!!" That was all that could escape her mouth before a vine grabbed her, lifting her into the air. "Esme!!" A vine attempted to grab Jeremy, but it only went through him. "Haha, you can't get me~!" But he saw the plant take a bottle from the shelf and pour it down its own soil, the vines glowing red, grabbing Jeremy. "Dang it!!" "What is this!?" Esme squirmed, trying to escape. "Call it a hunch, but I think you DID make something," Jeremy guessed. Esme looked at Jeremy with a hint of happiness, but that couldn't be seen over the fear she had of what this plant would do. "Wh-what do we do!?" she screamed. "Okay, don't scream...!" Jeremy covered his ears. "I am literally right here." "How can I not scream!? I don't wa-eeek!!" "What!? What's wrong!?" "Hey, no no stop it!!" The vines began to take off Esme's boots, her kicking her feet to try and prevent that. "Stop it!" "Hmm, maybe it likes your boots?" "Stop joking around!" Esme tried again to squeeze out of the vine's grip, but it seemed to be no use. "P-please don't hurt us...!" "I don't think plants have ears. Unless it's ears of candy corn." "Would you please stop!?!" Suddenly, Esme felt something on her left foot; a vine decided to start to tickle her socked toes. She began to giggle and try to kick her feet, but a vine already wrapped itself around her ankles. Jeremy looked over to see what was so funny until he felt his arms being lifted. Before he could say a word, two vines wiggled into his armpits, Jeremy bursting into giggles. "Pfftgeeheeeheehee! Noohohoho!" "Wh-whahahahat is it doing...!?" Esme laughed, now two vines working on her feet. "I dohohohohon't knooohohohow!" One vine slithered down Jeremy's shirt from his sleeve, him squealing and thrashing as it went up and down his side. "EEEEEEeeeeheeheehee!! Nohohoho staaahahahahahahap!!" His plead fell on deaf ears as another vine did the same, but to his other side. "Naaaahahahahaha!! E-Esme! Stahahahahahahap this!!" Esme felt her socks slowly slip off, making her giggle in anticipation. They then ripped off, numerous vines tickling her toes, soles, and knees. "Aaaahahahahaha!!! Y-yoohoohoou think I cahahahahahahan stahahahahahap this!?" "At leeheeheeast tryaaahahahahahaha!!" Jeremy begged. Jeremy then shrieked, feeling one of the vines travel to his belly, wiggling and slithering all around like a deadly cobra. "Aahahahahahahahanything!!! Juhuhuhahahahast do something!!" Esme opened her eyes, laughing hysterically as she tried to think of a plan. Looking over, she saw a red beaker with a skull and cross bones on it. Of course, cyanide! "Aaahahahahahahaha!! I gohohohot a plahaha-EEEEE!!!" The vines eventually found her sides, making her squeal as another vine tickled around her neck, making her hunch her shoulders. "AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NOOOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" But Jeremy was going through much worse. The plant already figured out that his tail was SUPER ticklish. So it wasted no hesitation as it held the tip of his tail, Jeremy gasping. "Nooohohohoho!! Wahahahahait!!" The other vines stopped tickling momentarily, giving Jeremy enough time to beg. "Noho! Please don't!! L-look I'll find you a nice flower girl, eh? How does that sound!? J-just please don't tickle my tail!" But the vines didn't like his deal, nor were they going to follow it anyway. Numerous vines tickled up and down his tail, one getting the tip. Jeremy let out a bloody murder shriek, ectoplasm tears running down his cheeks. "AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STOP IT STOP IHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Esme finally got close to the bottle, but she didn't have the strength to aim and throw. She was weak by laughter and her ticklish spots being invaded. "THROOHOHOHOHOW IT!!!!" Jeremy shouted, thrashing. With no time to think, Esme chucked it. Luckily, she made the perfect throw, it landing in the soil. The vines immediately retreated, letting them both go. Landing on the ground, Esme panted as Jeremy stuck himself in midair, wheezing and curling his tail. They both caught their breaths for a few minutes before Jeremy spoke up. "N-nice throw..." "Thanks..." Looking at the plant, they saw a gorgeous flower glowing purple and gold. At that moment, Esme's mother came in. "I'm home!" she smiled. "I got this great deal on toad warts!! Then again, they were on the road, but I had to take the advantage. What did you guy-" She stopped with a gasp, going to the flower. "Is this for me?" "... yeah!" Esme answered, Jeremy nodding. "She did it all by herself," Jeremy added. Esme looked at Jeremy, who smiled back at her. The mother hugged Esme, smiling. "Oh sweetie, this is the best gift I ever got!" she beamed. "I uh... it was no problem!" "Well..." Jeremy would speak up if Esme hadn't wiggled her fingers as a sign to be quiet. "No problem at all."

#Monster Bash #Esme #Jeremy #Esme lee #Jeremy lee

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Fat Assassin

Totally forgot to post this here. I wrote this a really long time ago so sorry for any errors or poor quality! This story is weight-gain/action fiction about a slender catboy assassin who gets sprayed with a mysterious chemical and must hold out or lose his slender, agile body. 

Rain pattered down against the leaves surrounding a slender darkly-dressed figure, wetting the pitch-black hair of his feline ears. His sharp, blue, unblinking eyes focused on a tall man in a dapper suit, his identifying helped by the yellow glow of the streetlights in the dim evening. Silently, the hidden figure left his hiding spot, trailing the tall man from the shadows. He moved fast, cold fingers withdrawing a small knife from a holster under his arm as he stepped into the light of the sidewalk, closing in on his soon-to-be victim. His grip tightened on the knife, raising it to chest level for the perfect strike; a singular lethal wound to the spine. Close enough to smell his expensive aftershave, the assassin struck his blade forth to extinguish the life of one more scumbag, and earn the money that was rightfully his. Before the knife could even clink to the ground, the dark-haired feline found himself with one hand around his throat, disoriented, his light form struggling in the air. "Bao... did you think to dispatch me so easily? Here, on the street? Who paid you?" the tall man snarled, his gruff face violent and threatening in the rain and dark. "Hrrk!" he coughed, kicking at his captor, his hands grabbing at his throat as he struggles for air. "I suppose it really doesn't matter," he began, fishing out a small aerosol can from his coat pocket, "if I can just rid myself of you, "World's Best Assassin."" As the man loosened his iron grip slightly, Bao drew a deep breath, only to have his newly-acquired air to be tainted with a cloud of chemicals. The man sprayed the canned substance straight into the assassin's mouth, his eyes watering as the sour stuff settled on his tongue, in his nose, and deep in his throat. "Breathe, kitty, breathe... enjoy your treat, taste how good it is..." Bao coughed loudly as the sour rapidly changed to sweet, filling his mouth with a sugary flavor that made his mouth water. "And now I'm positive you'll want more. This little serum, this stuff right here," he began, shaking the bottle in front of his face, "makes you really, REALLY hungry. And as soon as you get even a whiff of a pie or a cookie or some really sweet cupcakes, you're going to stuff your little cat face whether you like it or not. And it's going to be like you're getting pumped with pure fat, with how much your metabolism is damaged now, not to mention the secret ingredient... If I were you, I'd just stop on by the bakery on my way home and get it over with. At least then they could call the paramedics to wheel your blobby cat ass to the hospital ASAP..." The tall man laughed aloud as he dropped Bao back on his butt, his tailbone striking the ground painfully, sending sharp signals up his back and down his legs. "I should also mention it lasts a full twenty-four hours, plenty of time to gorge and fatten. Happy Birthday, Bao..." Bao did a roll backwards as his adversary tossed a small metal disc between them, the ensuing explosion knocking him onto his back. His hands instantly reached for the two silenced pistols strapped to his thighs, their bullets whistling through the smoke as he pulled the triggers again and again. He paused as the hammers clicked, the slides moving back to signify their empty clips. As the smoke cleared, his eyes scanned the street, but his enemy was nowhere to be found, long-gone and ready to fight another day. On the way home, Bao turned his head to spit every few seconds, hoping at least the tastes would disappear after a while, but they didn't. Sponge cake, icing, whipped cream, ice cream, apple pie, blueberry tart, glazed doughnuts... The words carried in his head as their respective flavors came and went, his slender stomach spasming painfully. He remained silent as he climbed the fire-escape to the sixth floor, slipping himself quietly through the open window and into the living room. His stomach growled as he slowly tip-toed his way towards his bedroom, prompting him to stop. When he was sure he was safe, he continued, but a misstep caused the floorboards to creak. The lights flicked on, illuminating the entire apartment. A cheerful-looking red-haired catboy stood beside the light switch, wearing pink fleece pajamas. "Happy early Birthday Bao!" The darkly-dressed cat sighed, standing up straight and out of his sneaking position. "Oliver, for the love of-" he began, but stopped himself short. "I'm going to bed, it's been a long day. Go to sleep, Olli." Bao swiftly walked into his room, slamming the door behind him, the latch clicking audibly inside. "Aww, Bao's upset on his nearly-birthday... maybe he'll cheer up in the morning?" ~The Next Morning~ Oliver knocked high on the door, his soft belly pressing against it as he leaned. "Bao, you gotta come out sometime, it's your birthday!" "Oliver, if you don't go away, I'm going to stab you. Literally. With a knife. A sharp one." "But Bao!..." A loud sigh retorted within. "I even got you a present! It's really cool!" This time, nothing. Oliver peeled himself off his grumpy roommate's door and wandered back to the kitchen, where his boxed present sat wrapped in plenty of pink ribbon. "Bao must be really upset..." he commented to himself, climbing up onto a tall wooden chair, his fuzzy red tail flopped to the side. He leaned onto his arm, a tiny frown on his pudgy face. "Maybe he lost his change in the snack machine again, he was really angry after that... hrmph." His belly growled at the thought of sugary snacks, sending his eyes up to the barren counter. "Maybe I'll get him some snacks... wait." He paused, scanning the room, his mind searching for a critical item. Glancing from the party decorations to his freshly-wrapped present, he groaned to himself. "The cake! He's upset he didn't get a cake!" Hopping off the chair, he returned to Bao's door. "Hey, Bao! I'm gonna go get a thing, I'll be right back!" he called, scampering off to the front door. "Oliver, no sweets! None for the day! I don't want them in here for the day, okay? None!... Oliver? Olli?" ~At the Mall~ "Wow..." he muttered in awe, looking into the confectioner's shop window, his eyes on the pastries and colorful cakes. After a few moments of window gazing, he finally walked into the store, his mind already set on the cake he wanted. "What can I do for you, young man?" the cake-shop owner asked with a smile, leaning on the counter. "I want the biggest one you can make, with chocolate frosting and fudge filling!" he declared, returning the smile happily. "T-The biggest?... Are you sure you can afford that?" she asked, her smile giving way to a shocked expression as the boyish cat before her fished out a roll of hundred-dollar bills. "Extra fudge filling, please. And I need it done really fast, 'kay?" he winked, sliding the money towards her. "Y-Yes sir, just give us your address and allow five hours for prep and shipment." He nodded and gave her the address to Bao's apartment. The owner wrote it down on a paper and disappeared in the back, but her yells could still be heard from the front. "Boys, we got a big one! Clear your schedules and get your fat asses to work!" ~Bao's Apartment, Five Hours Later~ Bao squeezed the stress ball in his hand, his knuckles turning white with every squeeze. His forehead was sweating, his stomach bubbling like it was ready to eat through his torso. His eyes were dark and sunken and his arms shook, his leg tapped the floor at a rapid pace. "Just the rest of the day, just the rest of the day, just the rest of the day..." he murmured to himself, swallowing hard, his mouth like dry felt. He leaned over and grabbed the canteen by his bed, but set it down again. He knew what his body wanted, what his body needed... and he wouldn't let it. He wouldn't let his target win. "Bao, I'm home! I got you a present!" The shout from the other room startled him, the ball dropping from his hands and rolling under the bed. He stood, shuffling to the door. "I told you to stay away! A-At least until tomorrow." he stuttered, trying to see through the crack in his door, getting only darkness. "But I got you that laser thingy! For your gun thingy! Please, please come out and see! Please!" Oliver whined, shuffling around in the kitchen. "L-Laser thingy?... Are there any sweets out there? I'm not coming out if there's sweets!" "What? But sweets are-" Oliver started, but stopped himself, grinning. "There aren't, I promise!" The latch of the door clicked, Bao slowly slipping out into the open. "If there are, so help me-" He stopped, the massive cake before him, the one weighing down the table in their shared kitchen, catching his immediate attention. "Ta-da! Happy Birthday for real, Bao! I got you a big cake so now you won't be mad!" he proudly exclaimed, presenting the cake to his roommate. The assassin just stared, his mouth instantly wet saliva. He stepped forward, his stomach growling loudly as he looked over the mountain of chocolate before him. "C-Cake..." he stuttered, reaching out, grasping a handful of the substance in question. "Man, you must be really hungry!" Oliver giggled, watching as Bao shoved the whole handful into his mouth, grabbing two more fistfuls as he chewed it down. "REALLY hungry!" he giggled more, obviously amused by his friend's behavior. Bao barely heard him, any sense now a fleeting shimmer in the back of his mind. Any sense, of course, but the ones from the cake filling his belly. Every vanishing mouthful was replaced by another helping of cake, the top two layers gone before Oliver could recover from his giggling fit. "I'm glad you like it, sneaky cat!" he smiled, moving around behind the gorging boy to give him a hug. His arms barely reached around his burgeoning midsection, his fingers sinking into soft flab spilling from the rips in his skin-tight shirt. His ass ballooned right out of his lounge pants and into Oliver's lap, the combined cheeks tearing the waistband and slapping against his thighs. Oliver bounced back as his roommate exploded in growth before him, the recently malnourished catboy now beyond obese. His arms, now nearly as thick and fatty as a healthy thigh, burst from their confines, flab ballooning above the elbow and down into his hands, his chunky fingers busy working to shove the cake into his mouth. "Umm, B-Bao?..." Oliver stuttered, taking a step back as even his shoes split into tatters of material, leaving him nearly fully exposed, save for the massively rounded belly covering his privates. The space between his thighs disappeared entirely as his bottom half filled with lard, his chubby little toes matching the rounding tone of his feet, pudge definitely the theme for his body. His face was the measure of his fattening, his neck rounding out and merging softly with his pudgy chin right above a chest like two 50 lb. bags of grain, the cheeks above that rounding and pudging. Every grab of cake deposited another spurt of lard into his body, set forth to forming more jiggling flesh and fatty folds. Oliver hopped back as the behemoth  fell onto his girthy behind, taking the remnants of cake with him. His whole body jiggled as he swallowed his last mouthful, the once-mighty cake slain and resting in his belly. Oliver slowly crawled to him, sitting on his knees behind him. "Bao? Bao, are you okay?..." he asked, slowly poking his puffy back. "Mrmm..." he groaned, licking his pudgy fingers clean of the cake, one little burst of growth heading straight to the belly touching his knees. "A-Are you allergic to cake? That's it, you're allergic! I didn't know, Bao, I didn't know! Honest!" he quickly explained, nearly to tears. "O-Olli...No... d-don't cry..." he huffed, trying to gather his breath. Everything weighed down on him, and not just his body. His career, his income, basic movement... he needed help now. The lone killer, the world's best... needed help. "Olli... listen... *huff* I need you to get me something... *huff* I need your help... *huff* Get me up first... *huff*" ~Two Days Later, 12:30 a.m.~ The sun shone brightly against the corporate skyscraper, reflections of the bright blue sky dancing across. A tall man in a grey coat stepped out the front doors, looking to his left and right cautiously, seeing only a van before him before smirking relievedly, reaching into his coat pocket for a cigarette. He walked out of the doorway, sun beating down on his head, seeking refuge in the rectangular shade. He looked up to see the window cleaner's platform slowly lowering above him, stopping just a story above. The massive coverall-wearing cleaner sprayed down the window, his chubby arm raising to wipe them down. "Heh, what a fatass, he's lucky that building's not coming down... bet that cat is-" He didn't even have enough time to draw the pistol in his chest pouch before the platform came crashing down upon him, the portly cat riding it bouncing off the metal grate and onto the sidewalk. He huffed and brought himself up, waddling around to the back of the waiting van. "Did we get him Bao? Did we? Did we?" Oliver asked excitedly, turning around from his spot in the driver's seat. "Just drive!" he yelled, climbing into the back, slamming the doors shut behind him as they drove off into the noon sun.

#male fat #fat male #male weight gain #male weight gain fic #My OCs