#also let’s please just not mention how pale my torso is compared to my hands

[critical-goat]

The Brothers Animal Forms

I know animal forms are something talked about a lot, but... I also wanted to chip in my two sense on the matter <3

Also thank you to the Discord server pals for inspiring this. All chosen for fun rather than realism.

 general head canons

while they can choose what animal they turn into, it takes extra energy to maintain a form that isn’t their familiar animal

they can’t exactly how that form appears, so their appearance for that form is consistent each transformation, but not necessarily the same compared to other forms

Lucifer

His default animal form is, unsurprisingly, a peacock. He’s been known to occasionally turn into a bat or a wolf if the need arises.

His feathers are solid black and shiny and his tail feathers sport blindingly white eye stalks (if you stick him in a dark room they glow!!)

If he has to go with you while shapeshifted, he WILL park himself right on your shoulder like a cantankerous shoulder ornament. His tail feathers are always draped over your shoulder, looking like a kick ass cape and if he tucks his head around your neck just right, he could be mistaken for a weird and clunky accessory. He does eventually get to be too much for your shoulders (bc these bastards weigh like 20 pounds, its ok at first but after awhile it gets HEAVY)

Even as a bird, he has a stare that would make all but the hardiest turn tail and run and given that peacocks are dicks and prone to violence, no one would think twice about getting close. (it goes double when they realize holy shit its the freaking Avatar of Pride)

You’re going to be hard pressed to convince him to turn into anything else. His wolf form closely resembles Cerberus but don’t mention it or accuse him of loving his dog, he’ll deny everything.

If you try to convince people Lucifer is your emotional support animal, he will bite you when no one is looking. Affectionately and in a very unsexy manner.

Mammon

Default is a magpie, shiny black with a big white patch upon his chest. Sees no reason to turn into anything else. (I can see him taking a liking to ferrets just to hang off your shoulder like a floppy noodle)

Mammon refuses to NOT go with you, so he’ll sneak his little birdy butt into your bags when you go somewhere and hide out until you get somewhere he can (spy on) guard you from afar.

He’s found its a lot easier to snitch anything that catches his eye when he’s a bird, but he also doesn’t.... really have a way to distinguish bird instinct saying “oh, shiny. must keep” and “oh that’s something actually valuable” and at the end of the day he has more stuff that bird brain thought was valuable than things that are actually valuable.

Might explain why he tends to get away his thievery.

Leviathan

Itty bitty little snake!! Only alternative is Very Big snake. Bigger than a house. Could probably bite a ship in half (are we sure that’s a snake and not his true form??)

Narrow face and dark sleek scale. Longer than he is thick (wait are we still talking about snakes or- *bonk*)

Wraps himself around your neck like a scarf, and as much as he wants to hide away from prying eyes, could NEVER work up the courage to hide himself in your clothes, especially wrapping around your torso. What, are you trying to give him a heart attack or something!?

Please bring a sufficiently large enough bag for him to hide in, he can’t take all the stares.

Has the most boopable snoot. Do it. He’ll be upset if you do it in front of anyone.

Satan

Despite the current reputation of the unicorn in pop culture, there’s a reason they’re Satan’s familiars. The real ones are spiteful creatures and prone to fits of mischief.

But unicorns aren’t exactly..... inconspicuous or allowed into enclosed spaces. So he does have alternatives he often turns to instead. Go ahead and guess what he turns into...... If you guessed a cat, you are correct.

As a unicorn he’s a pale sandy color, with slender legs, hoof ‘feathering’, the traditional tufted tail, and a branching, jagged horn.

Cat Satan is rather petite, and ginger in color and the type of cat that will knock over a full glass of water for your attention. PET HIM DAMMIT. (Also has a boopable snoot, more receptive than Levi)

If you must bring him along as a cat, he will insist on trying to balance on your shoulder. Eventually gives up and settles for letting you cradle him oh so gently as you walk.

... It’s not that bad. Oh wait, is that Lucifer staring him down? Suddenly its become the best and only way to accompany you places. take that you cantankerous bastar-

Asmodeus

Scorpion bab. As much as he finds beauty in his insect familiar, they’re not for travel. Can usually be found as rabbit instead. (insert horny joke here) The prettiest little bun you’ll ever see. Has also been known to turn into a sparrow and a stag.

Tiny bun, can fit in your hands for optimal ease of carrying. Champagne colors, with cute lil droopy ears and a dark nose.

He insists you carry him with you one of two ways. On your shoulder and continuing to pet and cradle him or in a fashionable bag. No compromising on it either.

Adores the attention he gets from strangers. He is rather adorable, isn’t he? <3

Wait, Asmo stop charming people into giving you more pats you fiend.

Good luck getting untangled from all the crowding people.

Beelzebub

A fly. Has been known to turn into other bugs (mostly beetles) and not much else.

As a beetle, he’s a very bright and vibrant red color.

He’s followed you around as a fly before and it was ok for a bit.... but you keep mistaking him for a regular fly and swatting him, much to your horror. Its ok, he knows you wouldn’t have if you remembered (somehow that makes you feel worse than if he’d been upset)

Eventully he opted for the beetle instead (its not any less confusing some times but the number of swats goes down significantly)

You don’t know why, but for some reason you were possessed to bedazzle beetle Beel exactly once. He came out so very pretty. You even managed to tie a ribbon on one of his atennae. Very pretty indeed. You still have pictures of the incident.

Beel was a very good sport about it.

Belphegor

Cow man. He refuses to turn into anything else. Too much effort. Once he turns into a cow, you’ll have a cow on your hands for quite some time, finding that he doesn’t care enough to turn back just yet.

Fuzzy cow, very long fur, droopy ears, and big soulful eyes. Wicked dangerous horn, though. He’s tried to trample Lucifer a large handful of times, Diavolo at least twice, and tried to gore Satan once. (Satan won that battle and he decided never again)

You’re not getting him to go anywhere. Even if he could be convinced to physically moce somewhere, its not like anyone is gonna let a whole cow in.

And so, for a great many reasons, cow Belphie happens very rarely

He makes for a wonderful pillow though.

#i had too much fun with these #i also put a liiittle too much thought into the sparrow and stag for asmo #he just seemed like both so i looked it up #liked what they were associated with and kept it #obey me headcanons #obey me humor #obey me shitpost #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me scenarios

[furashuban]

Searching in the Glowing Forest

An original short story with my OCs Arrowwood, Flannel and Jarno in it! and a tall man-eating badger, too, I guess.. This is also my first time posting an original work featuring Arrowwood in so long!

(it does contain a bit of physical/animal violence so please be warned or pass if you don’t feel comfortable with that)

Words: 2.2k

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33220111

Summary: Offering to gather twigs to start a bonfire for him and his friends’ campsite, Arrowwood wanders into the enraptured Ellison Forest to do so. The sky darkens and he does not return, and it is up to one of his friends, Flannel, to look for Arrowwood and find out what happened to him.

“Arrowwood!” a voice yelled through the Ellison Forest, prompting the wildlife to take shelter beneath the shrubbery and luminescent fungi. “Where are you?! Me and Jarno are getting worried, man!”

. . .

Flannel, who roamed the forest looking for her friend, Arrowwood, was the same person who planned their camping trip in these particular woods. The evening started lively enough for her, Arrowwood, and their other friend Jarno once they arrived. They constructed their tents on the least hampered ground for miles, then sang a few songs on Jarno’s mandolin to settle down. Food was abundant, inventory was ample, and the far-flung distance from the camp to the city had blessed the trio with pure repose.

The summer sky, however, though enduringly lit in the Nordic climate, could still only be orange-blue for so long. When midnight struck, the hour gave way for the sun to set and the firmament to darken.

The Ellison Forest, on one hand, was home to special kinds of plants that glowed as bright as the moon.  They sprouted far and wide and varied in colors, the bigger kinds glimmered in blue while the smaller ones were green; the ones neither too big or too small glowed a tinge of pink. Most were mushroom-shaped while some were like rose buds, but all of them were known to emerge from the bottom of the native Ellison Trees - thin and towering as high as apartment buildings. Their wood was gray, and their orange leaves were copious like an undying autumn. But despite the luminosity of the forest, Arrowwood proposed gathering twigs from the Ellison Trees to start a proper bonfire. Light may be more than enough in these parts by night, but it was heat that remained an issue for the group, he explained.

“You don’t think he went that far, do you?” she asked the white-haired man, tightly clinging onto her jacket to withstand the cold at the same time.

He got up from the campsite and wandered steadily into the woods. Flannel and Jarno remained without a sign of worry on their faces, anticipating their friend’s return with twigs very soon.

When the sky was totally black and the forest succumbed to a mishmash of colors, the campsite was left with still no bonfire and one person short of the group. Flannel could feel it somehow. The soft-spoken wanderer had gotten himself into trouble. Neither she nor Jarno could totally concentrate on the glowing plant life decorating the camp as they later wondered about Arrowwood.

“He should be nearby,” Jarno answered, nestled under a blanket. “These grounds aren’t that big compared to other forests. But he sure is taking his time…”

“I’m just gonna go look for him.” Flannel got up from her lawn chair and put her ushanka hat back on her head. “Guard the fort while I’m gone? Just in case Arrowwood actually returns soon.”

“Can do, Nells.” Jarno gave a thumbs up. “Just keep safe out there.” A gust of wind then blew his blanket away. “And uh, I’ll be guarding by my tent in the meantime…” he said while opening the entrance to his store-bought sheltering.

Flannel walked away from the campsite in a similar fashion to how Arrowwood did. “What could be around this forest that would make me unsafe…?” she whispered, looking around the plant life straight out of a children’s book.

. . .

The farther she walked, the colder it grew, and the trees and fungi were never-ending in sight. She was losing herself in an environment which captivated her mind's eye, she never knew just how much luminescence would be around the Ellison Forest up close. The lighting was radiant in the ground, but dim enough to let the stars to shine clearly in the sky. The wildlife was microscopic, appearing more like dandelions with bunny ears and dot-eyes, and they scattered around the multi-colored plants like it were their little villages. Maybe this was why Arrowwood was taking so long to return. It was gorgeous here. He was likely hypnotized by the rare splendor of these woods, Flannel thought. If only she had not left her typewriter at home so she could quickly write the next pages of her novel inspired by the landscape.

Suddenly, a strong pounding noise sounded in the distance, coupled with the tense grunt of an angry human. Flannel turned her attention to where she thought she heard the noise and slowly walked towards the direction. It had to be Arrowwood, she assumed, and her fight-or-flight reflexes set off for whatever was provoking his friend from afar. She kept walking, yet Arrowwood could not be seen where she was approaching.

Flannel’s foot struck a taut and frail object popping out of a bush beside her. She looked down, but much to her surprise, it was half of someone’s leg with a hiking boot attached to it. She recognized the legwear as belonging to Arrowwood and chuckled lightly at the sight of her friend nestled under a random bush, but also her way to express relief that the search for him was over.

“Gosh, I’ve been looking all over for you, Arrowwood,” she said. “Come on, I’ll patch you up back in the campsite. Those twigs for the bonfire better be there on you, though.”

She screamed her heart out and let the fright bring her up on her feet in seconds. Her breathing grew strident when she looked down at Arrowwood’s amputated leg in both confusion and worry. Did this mean he was dead? But Arrowwood was incapable of dying. What even did this to him? Barely taking a break to process the ordeal, she then felt a hand pet her shoulder, hearing her name ring close to her ear. She flinched and ran a few paces away, only to turn around and see a man trip face-down on the floor. Flannel noticed the clothes and hair of the figure, even the tone of the grunt. It was the rest of Arrowwood.

Arrowwood was a tough, merely invincible man who could handle the pain of getting crushed by boulders among other things. Flannel knew that seeing him comatose inside of a bush would be the least of her worries and took it as just him dozing off.

She reached for Arrowwood’s boot and prepared to pull him out with all her might. Unexpectedly, she fell on her back after one forceful tug of the leg, groaning at both the shock of hitting the ground and the realizing the bulk of her own strength, but she looked up to realize that Arrowwood’s leg itself was dormant on her torso. The rest of Arrowwood’s body was nowhere else, and upon further inspection, it had been bruised and paled unnaturally gray.

“Please, help me back up.” Arrowwood begged with a muffled voice.

“Oh smokes,” Flannel uttered, rushing back to pick up her friend up and hold him in place. “Arrowwood, are you alright? What on earth happened? I thought you were just looking for…for uh….” she talked while inspecting Arrowwood’s physique; his shirt and trench coat was still intact albeit stained by dirt, and his brown full beard and hair was scruffier than it usual was. His face and skin, though looking weary, was devoid of any bruises. But his jeans had its right covering ripped out, not to mention the entire bottom half of his right leg in general. “Oh gosh, your leg! W-Why is your leg not attached to your body?!”

“Now, funny story, really…” Arrowwood said tiredly. “I was trying to…Oh, hang on, you’ve found my leg.”

He released himself from Flannel’s grasp and hopped towards his detached limb, sitting down and picking it up. Arrowwood took off his boot and realigned the leg piece with his knee, holding it back together as if it were a Lego brick. He froze and took a deep breath; a white light glimmered through the gap separating his whole leg. A moment befell of Arrowwood concentrating on his body which glowed from the inside, and when the glowing stopped, he began to move his newly mended leg up and down, even stomping the floor and moving his toes one by one.

“Back together again.” Arrowwood whispered, kissing his knee before tying his boot back on and standing up without hopping this time.

“I-I didn’t know you could do…that…” Flannel stammered.  She had seen Arrowwood do many unearthly things in the past, but rebuilding his body after an amputation was not one of them.

“Oh, it’s quite so, Flannel.” Arrowwood answered in his usual serene voice. “I was as dazed as you were when I first had my arm shot off and reattached in a medical ward, then poof, it was moving again after one afternoon. So, nothing to worry about, I just can.”

“But wait, why did you get your leg ripped out in the first place?!” Flannel asked.

“So, on the way back, a wild Imso Maira appeared and went for my leg, then clawed it off while trying to take the rest of me down.” Arrowwood explained. “I fought back for an eternity and scared it off. But It’s still around, so I suggest we…”

The bearded wanderer was interrupted by the bushes shaking furiously, like someone was running through each and every shrub in the forest. Both Arrowwood and Flannel crouched and prepared to either fight or flee, but Arrowwood knew very well what was impending already.

“I didn’t know there were predators in this forest.” Flannel whispered.

“There aren’t supposed to be any.” Arrowwood assured. “I think it’s just wandering like us, so stay put. I got this…”  

The rustling grew louder and inched towards wherever the two were situated, and coupling with the sound of shuddering leaves was a beastly growl that ached with hunger.  

Then, the Imso Maira, the same ferocious, sharp-toothed badger the size of a person, unbefitting in the sight of the Ellison Forest, pounced out of a bush behind Arrowwood and aimed for his head. Before it could shove its mouth onto its prey, Arrowwood turned around faster than it leapt and felt his grip throttling its neck. It struggled and cried in a garbled-up scream, but the tattered man holding him showed no intentions of letting it go (gently).

Arrowwood threw the creature onto an Ellison Tree and plummeted onto the ground. Seeing it was now too beaten to get back up, he was ready to showcase more of his ethereal strengths for the second time in a row. He cracked his knuckles upon approaching the creature, raised his elbow high, and hurdled his fist hard against the Imso Maira with a merciless glare. The same white light that glowed out of Arrowwood’s leg had shimmered out of the creature upon punching it, only that the light was a blazing flash out of the creature’s eyes and mouth which nearly blinded him and Flannel, and a sound comparable to a landmine boomed from Arrowwood’s punch. After the flash, he returned to his normal posture and looked down at what was left of his foe, being a flattened rug of itself with dry blood under its belly.

Flannel also took a look of its remains, then turned around to kneel and vomit. First an amputated leg found in the bushes, and now a witness to animal cruelty all in one night; the thrill and shock was too much to bear.

“Remind me never to take you on camping trips again.” Flannel groaned.

“I had to go and kill the Imso Maira, Flannel, otherwise we would’ve been the ones killed.” Arrowwood tried to reassure, patting her back gently, “I knew something like this would happen again when I agreed to tag along. It always does…” he sighed. “Look, I’ve frightened you, and well, none of that was fun at all. So, I’m sorry.” His tone was more repentant now.

Flannel wiped her mouth with her sleeve. “You’re okay now at least, so don’t apologize for anything,” she said. “Let’s just…head back to the camp. Jarno must’ve heard my scream and is probably anxious about us…”

“That reminds me,” Arrowwood pulled a grey wooden stick out of his trench coat. “I did find the twigs for our fire. There’s not much in my coat, but an Ellison Tree wood provides very potent fuel for warmth when ignited.”

“Oh, uh, that’s pretty great.” Flannel said, remembering that Arrowwood was supposed to find wood at first. “But seriously though, I think I’m traumatized. I just wanna lie down now.”

Arrowwood placed his hand around Flannel and pulled her closer to lean his head against hers out of instinct. The shorter girl gasped as she was feeling the same arm that trampled the Imso Maira to death, but decided to put her own arm around Arrowwood and try to succumb to the comfort.

“Thanks.” Flannel expressed softly.

“Thank you, too,” Arrowwood brightened up. “For searching for me.”

“So uh, is that leg actually doing okay now?” she asked. “Like, it doesn’t feel like you were just attacked by a beast a few minutes ago?”

“Not at all, Flanagan.” Arrowwood replied, marching forward with Flannel to relocate the campsite.

“Huh, well for a moment there, I thought you were going to live the rest of your life with just one leg now.” Flannel said. “Like a…like a wingless pigeon maybe.”

“Or a pirate.” Arrowwood added. “And get one of those a peglegs to walk around…Oh, hey, I actually was a real pirate back in then. It was Eighteen Ninety-Five, you see…”

“Maybe save those for the campfire stories later.” Flannel patted his shoulder.

#original work #original story #my works #ocs #urban fantasy #fictional world #eliott arrowwood #nelly flanagan #sakari jarno #last time i posted an original story was in 2018 i think oh gosh #also dont try looking for any of my old arrowwood stories since tumblrs tagging system will probably disallow you too and are gone forever #(and hope it stays that way)

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #242: “EASY COME... EASY GO!”

April, 1984

“Okay Avengers, the party’s over!”

Being a buzzkill, party-hating Cover Vision!

Hmm. Something about this cover makes it feel like from an older era. The returned Mighty Avengers logo or maybe the inking? Or perhaps the Silver Age DC superdickery energy to it? I can’t put my finger on it but this feels like a cover you’d see in the 70s instead of the 80s.

Last time on Avengers: Well, they went to San Francisco for a two-parter where they fought Morgan Le Fey to save Jessica Drew’s soul. As ya do.

Vision has also been a tube boy after he walked into a null field. Starfox hooked him up to the Titan supercomputer and that didn’t fix him, it did overclock his robot brain and let him broadcast giant holograms of his own head. That’s almost as good.

This time:

Some guy: “HOLY GEEZ!”

An interesting note, this guy has only ever seen Quinjets in pictures and never thought he’d see one in person. Tells you how often the Avengers hang around Ottumwa, Iowa.

We start with the Avengers in mid-return from California.

In one of the Quinjets, She-Hulk is telling Starfox that she wished they could have spent more time before returning to New York so she could have shown him LA.

Starfox: “Ah, well... I’m sure another opportunity will present itself, She-Hulk! Besides, the scenery around her has plenty to offer!”

Wanda looks like she’s trying to astral project away from Starfox putting his hand on her shoulder but she’s really just distracted thinking about Vision.

The Avengers on the Jessica Drew mission radioed back to the Mansion that they were bringing Hank Pym home but Wanda suggested that Hank could examine Vision and maybe fix him. But Vision rejected the idea and Wanda is at a loss for why he’s determined to overcome his robo-paralysis on his own.

I’m also a little confused why they didn’t call on Hank Pym sooner to examine tube Vision but then again that would have been super awkward for Wasp and Reed Richards, that hack, said Vision should have recovered quickly.

Speaking of super awkward, Hank and Wasp are alone together in the other Quinjet.

Hank is also baffled that Vision turned down his help. He repaired him once before! Remember? He got super tiny and had a fantastic voyage inside him? In Avengers #93?

Jan comments that she hasn’t heard Hank sound so confident in years and he confirms that devoting his time fully to SCIENCE and taking superheroing off the table as an option has done wonders for his emotional outlook.

He also reiterates that he never felt cut out for the superhero life. Aw, enjoy it while it lasts, bud.

And he thanks her for calling him Hank instead of “Dr. Pym” like she did at the hospital.

Wasp: “Oh... That. Well, when you flew out at my request to help save Jessica Drew’s life... after all we’d been through... the divorce and all... I’m afraid I slipped into my stuffy Avengers chairwoman voice. I thought it might make things easier, but it didn’t... For either of us. I’m sorry, Hank.”

Hank Pym: “That’s okay, Jan. I understand. Your ‘stuffy chairwoman voice,’ huh? Heh-heh. How often do you have to use that?”

Wasp: “Wellll... Most of the time the others will go along with ol’ ‘dingaling Jan’ -- but sometimes, I have to get tough. That never fails to grab their attention!”

Hank Pym: “No doubt! Once, I was the only Avenger who knew how tough you really were! I’m glad the others are learning.”

Wasp: “I guess that none of us are ever too old to learn, Hank.”

Feels like Hank is rewriting some things in his memories since Jan often had to diminish herself to make him feel better but then again it didn’t always work so maybe the idea is that he knew all along how strong she was?

Either way, nice to see these two interacting so amiably.

Also, I like that she’s able to be an effective leader while still being ‘dingaling Jan’ since it doesn’t change how smart and capable she is. And the contrast if she has to get serious only helps.

I think overall I like that her leadership style is so uniquely her and that when her character was retrofitted to operate outside of being ‘Hank Pym’s partner’ she still remained recognizably her.

We have a whopping several women on the Avengers at this time (glorious) and Wasp, She-Hulk, Scarlet Witch, and Captain Marvel all feel like different characters.

Since Vision declined Hank Pym’s help, Wasp drops him off back home in Central Indiana.

Once these two were husband and wife, friends and lovers. But they were very different people and, without meaning to, they hurt each other very much. Today, they have perhaps put a small bit of that hurt behind them. Today, they have again become friends.

Daaaaw. Friends.

Wasp returns to Avengers Mansion to discover there’s a full-on party going on. There’s even streamers and a Captain America who seems incredibly enthusiastic about streamers.

(In another fun bit, Monica knew about the party already because she flew ahead to the mansion before joining Wasp in the Quinjet after she dropped off Hank. And she was bursting to not tell Wasp what was going on as they landed.)

Wasp is even more surprised when she learns that the party is celebrating Hawkeye’s marriage.

Wasp: “Barton? You mean Hawkeye? Married?!?”

Hawkeye: “‘Fraid so, Jan! I’d like you to meet my bride... Mockingbird.”

Mockingbird: “How do you do?”

Wasp: “Oh... fine. You’ll have to excuse me. This is... quite a surprise.”

A reaction that Mockingbird says she’s getting used to because she’s seeing it from all of Hawkeye’s friends!

Hah!

Hawkeye asks Cap on the sly whether he made the right move, getting married, but Cap is very supportive, saying its the most responsible thing he’s ever done.

Hawkeye: “What?! Cap, you cut me to the quick! Haven’t I always acted in a mature, responsible manner?”

She-Hulk: “Look who’s talking... the man whose proudest achievement is the invention of the water-balloon arrow!”

Provided She-Hulk isn’t just making stuff up, there’s some serious off-screen shenanigans that we didn’t get to see, possibly involving Hawkeye shooting water balloons at She-Hulk all day.

But... CLINT. YOU INVENTED AN ANTI-GRAVITY ARROW!

Why am I the only one who remembers that?

Thor shows up at the party next, back from his own solo adventures, and offers his own congratulations to Hawkeye.

Mockingbird is undergoing some culture shock here, as she’s astounded that Hawkeye calls Thor “Goldilocks.” And when Thor turns his Thor charm on her, and blesses their wedding, she’s rendered briefly speechless.

Its fun that we get this side of her. I think she was similarly blown away when they met Cap on the subway.

But even though she was a SHIELD agent and then a freelance superhero, she doesn’t seem to have a lot of exposure to your Avengers types so Hawkeye pulling her into those social circles is a lot of fun.

She’s going to get used to it though. I know that she Avenges herself in the future.

Also, look at Thor’s flagon of mead. Holy shit. Its as big as his whole torso.

Jarvis is really dedicated!

Over in a quiet corner of the party, Wanda tries to convince Vision to let Hank Pym take a look at him but Vision dismisses the idea.

Vison: “Please, Wanda, let’s not spoil this happy occasion! Surprise parties are all too rare, and few of them are party to as many surprises as this one!”

And instead of explaining what he means, he turns his hologram off.

Well, okay.

AH HA HE WAS REPAIRED AND JUST DIDN’T MENTION

For reasons of surprise.

What a whimsical turn for the Vision.

Aw, that panel of them kissing and everyone cheering is sweet. That’s how I like to remember them. Not, err, later developments.

(I also like Mockingbird being confused whether or not he’s still a hologram because of his intangibility)

Everyone congratulates Vision for being bipedal again.

Vision: “It’s good to be moving, Jan. But my recovery shouldn’t come as that big of a surprise. As I told you a few days ago, it was just a matter of time before I isolated the cause of my body’s motor dysfunctions -- and initiated the proper repair systems.”

But he tosses some sweet cred to Starfox, for hooking up to an alien supercomputer. It’s like matchmaking but with networks.

The surprise of his surprise recovery pales compared to his next surprise, as he announces (without consulting Wanda at all, geez) that its imperative that she and him stay with the Avengers full-time.

All I’m saying is communication is important, Vizh.

And maybe you should have brought this up with Wasp too? She is the chairwoman and as Cap points out, the team is already pretty packed, especially with Hawkeye and Thor back.

Vision: “Yes, the ‘chairman’s privilege’ limit! But you’re not the leader now, Cap... the Wasp is! And she’ll just have to change that limit -- or the membership roster -- to include Wanda and myself! We will be needed in the upcoming emergency!”

Kinda dropping a lot of surprises on this surprise party, Vision! I don’t know if you really get the concept wholly? You’re not supposed to save up all the surprises for this one day.

Also, Vision’s speech bubbles have changed. They’re still rounded rectangles but they’re not yellow anymore and the font is a bit italicized. Hm. Wonder if that means anything.

Anyway, Vision announces that while he was a tube boy, he detected two major fluctuations of Earth’s electromagnetic fields by some “unknown energy of near-infinite power.”

He’s secretly been working with Reed Richards on this and neither of them have been able to track down what this nonsense is. But until this malevolent mystery is uncovered, he and Wanda as two of the more powerful reservists must obviously be active Avengers.

But how does he know its malevolent if he hasn’t been able to uncover what it is? Deductive reasoning and intuitive presentiment!

Pffffft.

I think this might be my favorite recent punchline from this book.

But Vision has more than just bad vibes to be given a frighten by this upcoming ominousness!

Vision: “The energy I detected goes beyond the limits of any known to man! The power flux showed on our screens for a mere fraction of a second, and then disappeared without a single trace. That concerns me... And it should concern all of us! If we cannot discover the source of this energy, there could be catastrophic consequences!”

And to show how seriously he’s taking this, he makes this horrifying face.

He looks like he’s trying to eat Wasp.

I do not care for this. Either the specific panel or the overall idea of someone eating Wasp.

Anyway, Vision and Scarlet Witch goes off to check the super advanced equipment he installed in the monitor room without asking anyone. He’s doing that a lot lately.

Wasp is both annoyed that he went over her head and impressed with his initiative in doing so.

But she has other matters to attend and asks Thor and Cap(tain America) head down for a private meeting with her.

And now the party is kind of over!

Yeah, you ruined it, Vision! You put too many surprises on the surprise party! You could have saved some for later!

Vision and Scarlet Witch went off to the monitor room. Wasp, Cap(tain America), and Thor went off to have an executive meeting. And Hawkeye and Mockingbird slipped away from their own party not long after that!

Leaving Captain Marvel, She-Hulk, Starfox, and Jarvis to stand around awkwardly wondering where the party went. They didn’t even cut the cake yet!

Dammit Vision!

Hawkeye snuck out to the garden behind Avengers Mansion that’s been there all along. And Mockingbird followed to see what’s bugging him.

Hawkeye: “I’ve always loved this spot. Great tree, isn’t it? Ya know, it’s not easy to get an apple tree to grow this big in the city!”

But Mockingbird sees through that and asks what’s really his beef.

Hawkeye: “Aw, it’s just that I can see another membership shuffle in the works!”

Mockingbird: “So?”

Hawkeye: “So, I’m the one most likely to get bounced!”

I like the range of Hawkeye emotions here.

Hawkeye says that since he has a life (marriage) outside the Avengers now, he doesn’t mind so much being cut from the team. But if they’re going to be facing the latest and greatest menace of all times, he wants to face it with them!

Mockingbird: “That was pretty profound... for a guy who’s supposed to be a butt-head!”

Hawkeye: “Well, thank you, Mrs. Butt-head!”

Aww.

This is a fun bit too.

Mockingbird asks if Hawkeye wants to go inside and get some cake but he shoots an apple from the tree and offers Mockingbird one.

Pretty slick, Clint.

Over at the monitor room, Vision is really into monitoring whatever is upcoming. Super into it. So Wanda has to ask a question.

Scarlet Witch: “Darling... Are you sure you’re all right?”

Vision: “What sort of question is that?”

Scarlet Witch: “You’ve been acting so peculiar lately!”

Vision: “Wanda, how do you expect me to act? I’ve just recovered from spending what seemed like an eternity in a life support tube, able to move about only as a holographic image! Before that, my body was possessed by the dying sorcerer, Necrodamus. And that was almost immediately after I’d gone through the agony of losing an arm. Thankfully, the Inhuman scientists of Attilan were able to restore my limb. But you must admit we’ve both been through a score of trails these past few months! And now, I’ve detected something which could be the biggest menace we’ve ever faced! All things considered, is it really so surprising that I’m acting this way?”

Huuuuuh. I mean, he has a point. That’s a lot of shit in a very short time frame to endure.

This could very reasonably be a reaction to it all.

That’s a very unnerving smile though.

Over at the not-secret but private just Wasp, Thor, and Cap(tain America) meeting, Wasp, Thor, and Cap(tain America) are meeting.

Well, really, its more that Thor is recapping the tale of Beta Ray Bill for the other two. But we, the readers, just get an editor’s caption telling us to read Walter Simonson’s Thor (and I don’t need to be told twice) and Thor summing up to the salient point that Donald Blake is gone forever and is definitely never going to come back multiple times.

What Cap takes from this is ‘hey i hope that means you’re back on the team then!’ which Thor affirms.

Thor: “Aye, Captain America! Some of my finest hours have been as an Avenger. It would be the greatest honor to continue my service in your company... if you will have me!

But Wasp isn’t going to dump Thor from the roster!

Problem being, what the heck is she going to do with the roster? She doesn’t want to dump anyone off it, she doesn’t want to tell Vision to eff off, but she doesn’t want to lead an unwieldy team either. Six is a good number of Avengers!

I love Wasp’s note paper where she’s scrawled various roster ideas, clearly getting more and more frustrated with the exercise.

Cap suggests that maybe a temporary expansion would be the best move, if there even is a menace!

He’s somewhat doubtful of Vision’s story but wouldn’t you know it, as soon as he says that, the priority alarm goes off because Vision has detected the Ominous Energy Readings again.... IN CENTRAL PARK!

And lest anyone doubt Vision this time, an enormous and blinding flash lights up the Manhattan skies.

Cap: “I... believe you, Vision.”

Hah.

The Avengers head for Central Park with devices that Vision has created that will help them trace the energy but he could have saved the time.

There’s a big obvious structure that wasn’t there before. Odds are pretty good that that’s the anomaly.

Hmmm... Y’know, that structure looks familiar. As if I’ve seen it somewhere... But wheeeeeeeeeerre. I guess its a secret to everyone.

The sudden appearance of a large structure right after a massive flash isn’t even the weirdest thing going on. As Reluctant Science Guy Starfox waves around the detecting device, he realizes that the Ominous energy isn’t coming from the giant structure. It seems to be coming from everywhere. But it dips as you get closer to the structure.

Starfox posits that the energy is being focused on the ring from another location.

Curiouser and curioserer.

The Avengers poke around some more. Hawkeye calls attention to an arch built into the wall of the structure. It’s just real interesting. It’s super, incredibly interesting. Plus, the air is nice in the arch.

And it’s an arch. It looks like it’d be a doorway or tunnel to the middle of the structure but it doesn’t go anywhere.

Huh.

How fascinating.

She-Hulk, Cap(tain America), Captain Marvel, Wasp, and Thor join Hawkeye in the arch and agree that it’s a pretty interesting arch.

Perhaps this arch was made for them.

As soon as they join Hawkeye in it, there’s another blinding flash of light and those Avengers vanish in a curl of smoke.

Wow.

I can’t believe Hawkeye, She-Hulk, Captains America and Marvel, Wasp and Thor are dead.

Huh. And Wasp was just complaining about having too many Avengers!

Everyone is appropriately shocked by this, especially Vision because there were no energy emissions coming from the thing so it should have been inert.

Scarlet Witch and Starfox wonder whether the missing Avengers have been teleported somewhere, into some other story... or destroyed.

But before they can investigate the structure for clues, or see if it’ll strike again?, the whole thing vanishes as quickly as it appeared.

The plus side is that it makes Starfox lean toward ‘teleported’ which still doesn’t answer where the Avengers have been taken or who would do it.

If it’s the Collector again, I swear!

Here we go... Follow @essential-avengers​ because I thought I had more time! Oh geez, I don’t know how I’m going to handle this... Also, like and reblog because I like to think I do good work.

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[genshinfanboy]

Time To Take a break.

|Hello everyone. Somehow I got fans. That's pretty cool. I have two more people for myself indulgent one-shots. So the two requests I have please forgive me for a bit longer. Also it seems as if everyone is simping for Childe and wants angst for him. This one-shot will be for Diluc and a cryo user male reader. Kaeya will also like the reader for this one but his feelings won't be returned. Like always you may change the pronouns to fit your own. Spoiler warning for a bit in the manga. Please enjoy.

Diluc x Cryo Male reader x one-sided Kaeya.

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(Y/N) was a traveler who hadn't been to his home in Monstadt for a few months. He was making his way home. Hoping to see Master Diluc and Master Kaeya. He knew Diluc his entire life. He was a bit younger than Diluc by two years. When they were kids no one could seperate them. His parents had worked at the Dawn Winery his whole life which is why he grew up in one of the servant quarters. Around the age of 15 he had become a helper around the manor. He got into a bit of a habit of calling Diluc and Kaeya master after that point. Diluc seems a bit annoyed because of the habit. When he turned 18 he left the Dawn Winery to be come an adventure. He made a promise to always visit Diluc and Kaeya whenever he came back to Monstadt. He would be lying if he said he didn't have feeling for Diluc. The older male always made his heart skip a beat. When Kaeya joined their duo with his teasing (Y/N) learned how to easily maintain his blush. He always admired how much Diluc did for their beloved Monstadt. He decided he was going to surprised the red haired male later and went to the knight's of Favonious headquarters. He smile and waved at the knights at the door. They exchanged greetings before (Y/N) went in to find Kaeya. He ran into Noel and greeted her. He asked if she had seen Kaeya anywhere. "Oh yes I think I saw Sir Kaeya heading towards the cathedral. Would you like me to go fetch him for you?" She asked with a smile. He shook his head no. "I'll go find him myself thank you for the information Noel. Remember to take care of yourself." (Y/N) said patting her head with a smile. She had leaned into the touch before waving bye. He started making his way up the stairs. Sure enough he had seen Kaeya infront of the statue of Barbados. He had something in his hands. (Y/N) walked behind him and covered Kaeya's visible eye. "Guess who?" He quickly said to make sure Kaeya doesn't think he's under attack. "Hmm if I had to guess it would be someone who I love to tease and grew up with. Oh but we aren't that close anymore because he decided to leave Monstadt. I had to find a new best friend." Kaeya said with a teasing tone. He gave a laugh. He's liked the other for awhile now but knew he had no chance compared to Diluc. If he could steal (Y/N) from his adoptive brother he'd do so in a heart beat. Kaeya removed the hand from his eye and turned around. He was still holding the other's hand. He brought it up to his lips and gave it a quick kiss. "What do I owe the pleasure of this meeting to?" He asked with his signature smirk. (Y/N) shook his head with a laugh at the action. "Your flirting won't work on me. You should know better by now. I have a few people sending me commissions in Monstadt. So I've returned home for a bit. What do you got?" He asked pointing to the small package. Kaeya listened intently. "I'm glad your home. Perhaps you could help me deal with something. People around town have noticed Diluc looking rather pale and not the best in health. Charles in particular has been worried that he's sick and overworking himself. I told him I'd take care of it. So I went to Barbara to get some medicine. Then I started thinking who I should send to give it to Diluc. If I went I'm sure we'd end up in a fight. It would also be much more interesting to send you." Kaeya explained. (Y/N) listened to Kaeya's request. He looked a little worried about Diluc. He overworked himself to the point of illness when his father passed. The younger male never wanted to see Diluc like that again. "Leave it to me Kaeya. I'll make sure He rests and gets better." (Y/N) said with a determined look. "I'm guessing you don't want your name mentioned Kaeya?" He got his hair messed up in response. "Always one step ahead of what I'm thinking (Y/N) I don't want to cause a conflict. Let me know when he is better." Kaeya said before walking off. Sometimes he wish the younger male would've fallen for him instead.

(Y/N) made his way to Angels Share to make sure Diluc wasn't working at the Tavern. He peaked his head in and saw Charles behind the counter. He gave a sigh of relief. "Hey Charles is Master Diluc at the Winery?" He asked with a smile. "From what I know he is. I wish he'd stay there. He is planning on coming in later. Everyone has tried telling him to stay home. He refused to listen to anyone though. You might be able to keep him down to rest. I asume that you're not going let him come here? At this point I'm sure who is more stubborn. You or Master Diluc." Charles said with a sigh. (Y/N) gave a small laugh. "We'll see if I can make him stay in bed." He said before waving bye. After a bit he had made it to Dawn Winery. He greeted several people he knew from when he worked there. He saw the head maid and asked where Diluc was. He was a bit relieved to hear that master Diluc was in his room but also worried because he was getting ready to do vigilante things. He informed her that he'd take care of him. He made his way upstairs to Diluc's room he knocked on the door. He wanted to make sure the older male wasn't in the middle of changing. "For the last time I am going and you can't stop me." Was heard from the other side. (Y/N) walked in. "You look awful Master Diluc. I will stop you if I have to. Charles told me that you were sick and I got worried. I wanted to check on you. Why are you pushing yourself so much?" The younger male said crossing his arms. Diluc looked surpised to see (Y/N) there. "I have too much to do. The Abyss Order has been super present. It's no time to worry about a small cold." Diluc stated not looking the other in the eyes. "Your body is just going to get weaker and weaker the more you continue like this Master Diluc. For one night would you be willing to leave the matters to the knights? I know you dont want to think about that idea but please do it for one night." The younger male asked. Diluc gave a sigh. He fixed his gloves and got ready to head out. "I'll be fine (Y/N) I am always fine. You're welcome to rest here if you'd like. Coming back from Liyue must've been tiresome. Also just call me Diluc. You've known me your entire life. There is no need to use master before my name." He stated before he ended in a coughing fit. He walked past the other heading towards the door after the fit was over. He was almost to the door when he felt two arms wrap around his torso holding him in place. "Diluc please I'm begging you. I don't want to see you collapse. I already had to see it once. I never want it to happen again. If you can't trust all of the knights at least trust Jean. One day is all I'm asking of you. We haven't seen each other in a year and I come back to find out that you are ill. I care too much about you to let you destroy yourself. I fell in love with you forever ago. If you don't return my feelings it's whatever but I will not stand by idly and watch you destroy yourself. If you won't rest willing then I'll use for if I have to. I know you're not one for physical interaction but holding you like this is the only way I can think of to get you to stay. " (Y/N) said holding onto him tightly. He saw Diluc turn his head to look at him and saw reluctance in his eyes. Diluc stood there for a moment thinking he was sure (Y/N) could feel his heart beat. "Fine one day." He muttered with a deep sigh.

(Y/N) gave a relieved smile. He let go of Diluc and watched him take his coat off. "Get your sleepwear on and I'll get you some water to take a bit of medicine." He said with a soft tone. He walked out to get some water for the other. Diluc felt his face heat up as he changed. He felt his exhaustion finally catching up with him. He didn't realize how tired his body was until then. He laid down to wait for (Y/N) to come back. He'll just sneak out later when the other was asleep. He waited a few minutes before his eyes started feeling really heavy. Before he knew it his was asleep. (Y/N) had decided to make Diluc some soup. He saw the relief in the servants eyes when he came downstairs grinning proudly. He wondered how long Diluc pushed himself for. He gave yet another sigh as he finished making the soup. He came back to Diluc's room and saw him asleep. He set the soup down on a table and walked over. He placed a hand on the other's forehead. He frowned the temperature was definitely higher than normal. The other was always warm compared to (Y/N). He wondered if it was because of their visions. He activated his cryo vision lightly in his hand on Diluc's head. He didn't want Diluc over heating. He was going to be taking care of the man he loved for hours. He knew Diluc pushed his body way to hard. He stayed by Diluc's side for hours taking care of him. He would tend to Diluc whenever he woke up in a feverish fit. Sometime in the middle of the night he fell asleep resting part of his body on the bed beside Diluc. The next morning Diluc woke up feeling groggy. He didn't remember much of yesterday. When he started waking up more He felt a bit more weight on his bed than usual. He quickly sat up in a panic before he saw his childhood friend next to him. Did the idiot not take care of his own needs? He started recollecting his thoughts from the day before and remembered that (Y/N) literally confessed to him. He also remembers a cooling sensation on his head at points when he was sleeping. He noticed his friend's vision and how close (Y/N)'s hand was to him. He cooled him down all night with his vision. His face matched his eyes and hair at this point. He felt shifting beside him and looked over worried. (Y/N) woke up looking around a bit disoriented for a second. Then he noticed Diluc sitting up. He instantly woke up. "Diluc how are you feeling?" He asked seeming worried. "I'm fine thanks to you. I have a question. Did you mean it when you said you loved me?" Diluc asked once again looking away from the younger male. He heard a bit of laughter and felt his heart sink a bit. Was that just a joke? He felt more weight right next to him. He glanced over to find the (H/C) haired male sitting next to him. "Of course I did. I can't believe you didn't notice from my years of obviously crushing on you since I was 15. When you became the Calvary captain I was swooning for you. Everyone else knew. Kaeya used to tease me about it constantly. When I left for Liyue I told you that there was something important I had to say when I returned. It was my feelings towards you. The question is do you feel the same about me and would you be mine?" He asked leaning slightly into Diluc's personal space. He just got a small nod. Which put the biggest grin on the younger male's he wrapped his arms around Diluc's shoulders and kissed his cheek. "Then would you rest a bit more for me?" He wanted to make sure Diluc recovered completely. He was fond of the dark blush on the older male's cheeks. It was definitely a rare sight to see and he loved it. He got a nod and hug in return.

|Thanks for reading.

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[writemoment]

Lovely Monster

Writer: Ellie-Mae (Pen Name)

Part: 1/1

Summary: There isn’t a single monster he couldn’t love. Not even me.

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Werewolf!Reader

Warnings/Rated: Mentions of abuse, comforting acceptance and fluff

Word Count: 2,155

( Reader ) P.O.V.

The darkness outside was nowhere compared to what was held inside my chest. These overwhelming feelings- a nightmare, forever my reality. My father screams out, smashing books into the walls as he lets out his anger. “You’re a freak, just like your mother! At least she had the decency to die!”

My body folds into itself, hiding from the abusive behavior of my father. The moon begins to take it’s effect on me and I can feel my bones cracking, breaking into my horrid form as it goes. Choked sobs and whimpers can be heard as hair sprouts from the pores of my skin, showcasing the freak I truly am.

Realizing I have little time left, I push my way out the nearest exit and away from the house. The pain is immense but I can’t allow myself to be chained and tortured tonight. 

Running through the dark, thick forest, I rush until I no longer can. Falling to my knees I howl at the hurt and coil around myself. Then it’s complete. The bones have realigned themselves and my vision is blurred with what I can’t control. My inner wolf taking over. 

Trees pass my traveling body in a blur, leaving no recognition for me to follow back. Soon, I’m at the edge of a cliff, overlooking the distant green of plantation and I howl at the moon. What a cliche- something I cannot control.

Contrary to the rush of adrenaline, the cool breeze that brushes over my fur brings a kind of calm over my nerves and slowly, my wolf steadies into a less frantic pace. Every time I’m forced to shift, it’s because of the moon or because of my dad. Rarely do I shift on my own. I’m too scared of what I become to willingly submit to that power.

My mother was the same way. She was too scared of her other nature, so she rarely shifted. My dad, being the human he was, hated us for the things we couldn’t control. When she passed, he didn’t even shed a tear. Anger filled tears ran through my whiskers as I remember his words, ‘good riddance’.

Strolling through the thick of the woods, I imagine a world that didn’t cringe at the things they don’t understand. Everything turns taboo at that point and no longer given a proper chance. For once, I want to be accepted for what I am. Perhaps that’s too much to ask for, but it’s something I harbor in the depths of my heart- both wolf and human. 

Bright streaks of light cut through the dark and it catches my eye with its spectacular array of color. Sticking to the shadows and staying covered, I creep to the peculiar scene that’s unfolding underneath the canopy of stars. 

Two bodies are running, dodging the spray of light as they round each other. They’re holding out some sort of weapon in front of them, being the source of the colors that had caught my attention.

My heart beats fast in my chest and my paws dig into the dirt, ready to sprint at any indication of harm to come my way. The taller one speaks a foreign word with clarity and I watch as the other falls backward, grunting at the impact.

“Hand over the egg and you’re free to go.” The tall one says, seeming calm and collected in this odd situation.

Grunting, the man offers up, what appears to be, a silver egg with a toss of his hand. Catching it carefully, the taller seems distracted as he coddles the egg while looking it over. That’s when the one on the ground raises his hand, ready to strike the clueless man.

Stepping forward, a deep growl bursts from my chest and they both snap their attention to me. My teeth pull up and I snarl, sending the lower one to chant something before disappearing from his previous spot in the blink of an eye.

Hmph

Whatever was going on, I knew that I couldn’t let anyone get hurt. Even in this form, this freak of nature knew that there was something worth protecting. It was a feeling, an instinct. 

However, unlike the other man that had left at the sight of me, this other one remains. His soft eyes study me, his posture unflinching as he slowly lowers himself to a less threatening position.

I feel my haunches rise as I cautiously circle him. “Steady there.” His voice is smooth, accent beautifully rich. “I’m not going to hurt you…” There’s something quite odd about him. Not in a bad way, more like a breath of fresh air.

Everything around me seemed to slow down and the black began to swallow me whole. The last thing I remember is smelling earth and the muffled voice of the man saying something into my unconsciousness.

****

My body feels the shift before my mind does. The cool air forces goosebumps to rise on almost every inch of my skin. I awake to warm-toned light and unfamiliar surroundings. There’s a scratchy warmth heavy over my torso and I see someone had made an attempt of throwing a blanket over my body. 

I scan the area for any sign of life but see none. However, I can sense it. I feel that I am not alone. Wrapping the blanket over myself, I groan as I crawl into a sitting position.

That’s when he appears. “Are you okay, miss?” He asks, eyes worried and lips parted in distress. In this lighting, I can fully see his features. Pale skin marked in constellations of freckles, light brown hair tousled in a messy mop atop his head. His eyes; I can’t quite pinpoint what color they are, just that they’re magnificent.

“Yeah… It always aches after I shift back.” I tell him, hissing quietly through my teeth as I reposition my body to face him. His shoulders slump a bit and he comes closer to where I was lain. Out of habit, I recoil into my body to take up as little space as possible.

“I’m not going to hurt you…” He says, quickly pouring me a cuppa tea before extending it to me. “My name is Newt. It seems that you exerted your energy back there. Blacked out from it, I’m sure.”

Uncurling from myself, I slip the mug from his hand. Our fingers momentarily swipe past one another’s and I, for the first time, don’t shy away from the contact. “Thank you.” A moment of quiet passes as I sip the warm beverage. “My name is Y/n. I’m sorry for putting you in this position.”

“What position is that, exactly?” He asks, confused.

“I- I don’t purposely shift into, well, that. I was just trying to find escape. Usually when the full moon comes, I’m…. nevermind that. I just usually don’t lose control like that.” My admission causes me to fidget in my seat. This all around is unusual for me. I’ve never told anyone about this issue.

However, Newt doesn’t seem to mind. “No use in beating yourself up over something you have no say in. Though I’m sure we could whip up a potion to keep your shift from happening during the full moon. That is, if you’d like.”

His voice is so melodic and comforting. It’s the exact opposite of my father’s. I nod, wide eyed. “You can do that?” My entire life has been spent in fear and Newt’s offer is the first hope I’ve had a taste of. To be honest, I’m desperate for more.

The desperation, the shock, must drip heavily from my lips because Newt’s eyes melt into pure kindness as he studies me thoughtfully. He smiles, stretching his lips so thin they almost disappear. Extending his arm he offers his hand to me.

Patiently, he waits for me to accept his invitation. I pause, quite noticeably so, for a moment before slipping my palm into his. They’re warm, rough but oh-so gentle. He leads me to the door and opens a whole new world before me. Magnificent and wonderous creatures are scattered about the expanse. And for the first time in my life, I don’t feel so different.

****

It has been three days since Newt has offered to take me in. He didn’t ask but I know he could sense my dread at the thought of returning to my life before. We fell into a mutual understanding that I just needed time. It was nice to not have anything expected of me.

Newt is shy. That’s an understatement but he is also extremely kind. He gave me space but also let me test my ability to trust. Every moment in the presence of the wizard gave me confidence to seek him out.

He taught me how to care for his creatures by his side. He showed me magic and a world I hadn’t previously known existed. Every time he opened up a bit to me, I felt myself doing the same. I recognized the Occamy eggs as the very same one he had retrieved the night I met him in the forest. It made me realize how much Newt cared about and sacrificed for these fantastic beasts.

Days went by and he began to trust me enough to leave me in his suitcase, which is where I had awoken that first night. Newt traveled a lot and was a very busy person, actually. Even then, he would always return and those were the hours that I found myself eagerly waiting for. Because I, also, very much began to trust him.

One day, Newt found me kneeling outside and cradling my hand to my chest. “Are you okay, Y/n?” His voice was thick with worry as he rushed over to my side.

“Don’t get to close, Newt-” I plead. He stops a few steps away from me, “I-I don’t know what I’ll do if I shift…” Tears pool in my eyes as I try to calm myself down. Pain triggered me sometimes and the last thing I’d want to do is hurt him.

Despite my warning, Newt kneels beside me and peels my arm away from my body. “What happened?” He asks as he begins to examine the cut that’s angry and red on my wrist.

“I cut it on the edge of the feeding pail… I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you, Newt. Please.” He stands up with me and swiftly leads me inside the small flat. With such familiarity and ease, he begins to snip different herbs and pouring mixtures from vials.

I watch him with amazement and a bit of confusion. Before I know it, the pain has subsided and he’s wrapping my arm up with gauze. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

Newt freezes in his actions before throwing a glance at me over his shoulder. “Because you’re not someone to be feared. At least, not for the reasons you’re referring to.”

His way of thinking, the way he perceives the world, is so unlike anything I’ve ever known. The wizard begins to put away medicines and I watch him quietly for a moment. “My dad wasn’t fond of my kind…Actually, that’s putting it nicely. He hated werewolves.”

My fingers fidget in my lap and I keep my gaze firmly fixed on them as I speak. Afraid that if I see Newt’s eyes, I’ll be too self-conscious to tell him. “He didn’t know Mom was one until it was too late. She was already pregnant with me. When she died, I lost the one person who saw me as I truly was. My father… he was violent, cruel and- and scared.

“Meeting you was the best thing that has happened in my life. Because for the first time, I wasn’t seen as a threat or as strange. You didn’t expect anything of me. You saw me as Y/n. Not as a werewolf.”

My forehead creased with emotion and salty teardrops fell onto my clasped hands. I sucked my lower lip between my teeth to stop the slight wobble. Chancing a glance at Newt, I find him standing in front of me. 

Newt. His eyes glistening, not in pity, but with compassion towards me. Kneeling down so that his face was parallel with mine, he swiped away the stray tear that lingered off my chin. “There are no strange creatures, only blinkered people.”

With those words, I felt understood and, in a way, loved. Every day that I spent getting to know Newt Scamander, the more I began wanting to learn more. He loved his creatures and never truly believed monsters were born, they were made. 

There was time for us to grow together, to grow fond of one another. As we went on, I knew that I’d become more confident with Newt by my side. There wasn’t a ‘monster’ he couldn’t love. Not even when it came to someone like me.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! xx - Ellie-Mae

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[blukrown]

Pride Amongst Siblings

WARNING! This fic contains: attempted roofying/drugging & attempted sexual assualt

If any of these upset you, please do not read!

Also available on AO3

This fic was commissioned by @mrneighbourlove, thank you so much for the support and giving me the chance to write about your character!

"Shit, come back here!" Leere called out to the small figure she was chasing down the busy market streets of Oshmel.

Five minutes after entering the town and she had already gotten lost as well as got her bag stolen. It was rather embarrassing. She might have the thought to shame herself for her naivety if she weren't pelting after the little thief.

Leere had been walking down the crowded streets, map in hand. She had been trying to find her accommodation for the coming evening when a young child had approached her. Clearly a local, the kid offered his help in leading Leere to her destination. She wasn't one to object to a kind offer, especially not when she secretly needed it, so she let the boy lead the way.

Leere had just started thinking about giving the youth a few rupees for his trouble when another kid jumped her. Snatching her rucksack with all of her things and running off, while the first boy vanished into the busy streets.

Although it did take her moment to realise just what had happened, she was soon in hot pursuit of the second child. She might not  be able to punish the bait but at the very least she could recover her things

For how much she was growing to hate the brat, she didn't want to endanger him or other civilians around him by using her magic. She would, unfortunately, have to do this the hard way.

The kid quickly turned out of the busy main streets and ducked into a quiet alleyway. Leere had thought this would give her an advantage with her long legs but the child seemed to have knowledge with the area and still kept a good distance between them.

"Stop! Thief!" Leere called, hoping she might grab anyone's attention. "Get back here dammit!"

The kid kept close to the left side of the alleyway, clearly ready to skid into a turn down a different laneway in the next few paces. But to Leere's great relief, a tall man poked his torso out from the corner, to see what all the commotion was about. And the kid crashed right into him.

Leere restrained a smile as she caught up to the rascal. Catching her breath, she made sure to first snatch her bag back before the little kid could scuttle off.

When Leere turned to thank her unexpected aid, she noticed the stranger seemed unfazed by the collision. He really was also very tall, with at least two heads more height than Leere. Unrecognizable, it wasn't until she looked to the man's face - marked with a wide, excited grin - that she realised who he was.

"Teb?" Leere asked, pleasantly surprised to see her youngest adoptive brother in a place like this.

"Leere!" Tebanam grinned widely, sweeping his older sister into a hug. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing!" Leere answered, welcoming the embrace.  

"So you were going up to Kahmel as well?" Tebanam said with surprise as he finished his meal. "Don't tell me, you were going after the rumoured treasure in the town's shrine."

Leere let out a chuckle, "I'm guessing you had the same idea?"

"Well yeah," Tebanama nonchalantly nodded. "But I was also going up there for research."

"Oh?" Leere said, pausing the forkful of food she was about to eat. "This is about that distant relative of the Gerudo, right?"

"Yeah, the Garai."

Oshmel, the city Leere and Tebanam currently occupied, was a border city. Just a few minutes by cart from the perimeter of Hyrule, this town was a mix of all cultures. It was a city filled with locals, travellers and full of people from nearly every race in the land. The settlement lived at the summit of a great mountain, one which hides within its craters an old, deserted tribal village, known as Kahmel. Some people believe the people who had occupied the village died by a plague, others by wild animals and others still believed they had been cursed. Either way, no one bothered going up the mountain. After all, nothing was up there accept the sad, abandoned ghost town.

For all the travelling the two of them did, this was their first time meeting on the road. Perhaps it was only a matter of time until Leere would run into Tebanam but it did come at a good time.

About half a year ago, Tebanam and Leere - as well as all their other siblings - had returned to Hyrule castle to celebrate the birth of Covarog's first two children. Leere loved being home with her family, she would stay there forever if she didn't feel the call of adventure.

It had been two years since Tebanam had lost Jazoh - a noble boy taken away from court for being caught having a sexual relationship with the young prince - and Leere and her fellow adopted sister Rinku had only meant to help Tebanam.

For being away from Hyrule for so long, the youngest son of Ganondorf had not seemed to recover from the loss of his partner. The sister's had sought to help Tebanam and comfort him. But at some point, they must've upset him.

Leere could not remember the exact reason but Tebanam had stood up - towering over his elder sisters - and looked Leere right into the eyes and spat, "You're only depressed simply because you want attention! My feelings aren't something I can easily turn off like yours, Leere!"

Rinku, furious at Tebanam's statement and intending to defend her sisters, had countered, "She's only trying to help you, Tebanam! You only travel because you lost your fuck toy! As if that's a good way to cope!"

Tebanam had looked furious, but the pain of hearing his eldest's sister's words cut him deep enough to shut his mouth. He only huffed and stormed out of the room, choosing to leave before he said or heard anything more he may regret.

Leere had left before confronting Tebanam about it. Although she didn't say those things, she still should've at least given him a positive farewell.

However, Tebanam happily talked about his travels, Leere could tell that he did not hold any sort of grudge against her.

"Remember that set of armour I gave papa?" Tebanam asked his pompous smirk wide. "He keeps it on display in his office, y'know." Leaning back in his chair, the half Gerudo man puffed out his chest in pride.

Leere let out a snort, "Not last time I was there. Yours was missing the greaves, remember? So it's an incomplete set." Leere loved teasing he brother and by the pitiful bummed out look on his face, she was looking forward to giving him worse. "Mama likes the golden fan I gave her."

Tebanam snorted, "Yeah but what's the point of a fan if you're not going to use it? Mama's not a shower like Papa either."

That shut Leere right up, not that she minded.

Hyrule castle held the largest collection of armour, antiques and artifacts in the land. All starting with King Ganondorf, the passion for treasure hunting had been passed down to many of his children. Both Leere and Tebanam were both proud competitors of a non-existent competition to see who could bring back the best discovery for their parents. As if her parents could love her any less for not finding a prettier treasure than Tebanam, Leere still could not quite let this immature contest go.

"I have a . . . question for you." Tebanam said, distracting Leere from her walk down memory lane. Leere gave an inquisitive look, which seemed enough for her brother to continue. "You know how you can transform, right?"

Leere frowned, she could almost see the gears in Tebanam's head whirring. "Yeah? What about it?"

"Would you be able to say . . . transform into a man?"

"Well yeah, it's a pretty easy spell actually. Even Mama can do it."

"Although the idea of our dear Mama as a man sounds really funny, that is a subject for a different conversation." Pausing to hear Leere let out a chuckle in bemusement, the brother than continued. "Do you still remember it? As in, can you still do it?"

"Yeah . . . I guess." Leere's eyes then squinted in suspicion. "Where are you going with this?"

"Well . . ."

Having found Tebanam's hotel, they had retreated to his room.

It was rather small, what with the large king-sized bed taking up a large amount of space. But Leere didn't have time to judge Tebanam's choice in accommodation when her brother was hurrying her along.

"Alright," Tebanam said, locking the door so no one could enter. "Now let's see what you can do."

Although still unaware of Tebanam's plan, Leere obeyed her little brother's wishes. With a string of non-Hyrulian words, it only took a few seconds before she disappeared behind smoke - an aftereffect of shape-shifting magic. Once the smoke cleared, Leere spoke.

"Did it - Woah!" Leere began before clutching at her throat. Her light and effeminate voice was now low and gravely. "My voice!"

"No way!" Tebanam said, his face covered with shock and awe. "It worked! I mean, you look exactly the same but . . . But a man!"

Going to the hotel room mirror, Leere was greeted by an adult man in her reflection. Her face was just as pale, eyes just as red and hair just as long. She even still had the beauty spot below the left side of his lip. But there was no mistaking it, she had become a man.

A tuft of brown facial hair covered her chin, a strong jawline and obvious Adam's apple made her look like a normal Hylian man.

"I'm honestly surprised," Leere said as she turned around in front of the mirror. "I haven’t used this spell in years. Not since I was a kid."

Then again, that was when she was young. Where there wasn't really a lot of difference between a prepubescent boy and girl. But looking at herself now, she would honestly not recognise herself.

She could already tell she was a bit taller but only a little, as she compared herself to her mixed-raced younger brother. Leere also felt stronger too, her arm muscles easily bulging out of the shirt she wore.

Now that she mentioned it, her clothes did seem rather tight. Especially around her crotch.

"What the heck?!" Leere shouted at the sight she saw under her pants and underwear.

Tebanam did not seem to feel any shame in joining in and sneaking a peek. And before Leere had the right mind to slap him silly, he was cackling.

"Bahahah!" Tebanam roared, holding his stomach. "I-It's like an acorn! Ahahaha!"

Leere glared at her brother, "Shut it! I'm not a giant Gerudian like you, OK?!"

But nothing seemed to reach Tebanam. He was in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, hunching over as he almost seemed to be in physical pain. Even with Leere - softly - punching him, it took Tebanam a good few minutes to recover.

Wiping his tearing eyes, the young prince sighed. Standing tall, he gave Leere another look over.

"Man, you really are a man, huh? I wouldn't even know it was you if I saw you."

Leere couldn't help but feel proud. Raising an arm and flexing her new muscles. "Are you doubting my magic, little brother?"

Tebanam chuckled, "As if, I know my place."

Leere huffed, "So you should."

"But I've gotta say," Tebanam said, walking a circle around Leere with a hand at his own chin. "You look like the sort of guy I would go after."

"Ew, gross." Leere frowned in disgust.

A look of excitement grew on Tebanam's face. "You know what?" He said excitedly, his eyes wide with excitement. "Let's go out!"

"What?" Leere blanched, "Why?"

"Why not!" His voice filled with enthusiasm. "Let's see how long your spell lasts!"

"How?"

"Let's go to a gay bar!"

"Wha-" Leere began but then shook her head. "No way! They'd definitely know."

"Trust me," Tebanam said, patting his, now, brother on the shoulder. "They won't notice a thing!"

"Wait a second," Leere said, stopping Tebanam in his tracks. Pointing a finger defiantly at her brother, "This was what you were planning from the start!"

"Nu-uh!" Tebanam objected, "I want to . . . test your magic and . . ." He was clearly fumbling for an excuse worthy of his plan but with no success.

Leere crossed her arms over her chest. "Come on, what's going on?"

Tebanam sighed, lifting an arm to ruffle his short, bright orange hair. "Well, I may have, kinda, sort of, got on the bad side of a bartender at the gay bar and got into a fight."

Leere let out a long sigh, shaking her head. "Should I ask?"

"Let's just say that you should never hit on a bartender's sidepiece."

Leere shook her head in disappointment. But this did sound a lot like what her brother would do.

"I'm not going, Teb." Leere said, not helping but sounding sympathetic despite Tebanam's stupidity. "I'm not going to be your bodyguard just so you don't get your ass beaten."

"C'mooooon," Her brother drawled, "Pleeaasee? Have you never wanted to experience what it's like to be a man? Better yet - a gay man? Besides, I'm sure it would be fun!"

Leere pursed her lips and tried to stand for her own convictions. But - for some unknown reason - seeing her fully-grown baby brother plead and implore her made her question her own decision.

Letting out a long exaggerated sigh, Leere rolled her eyes. "Fine! But I'm not the one who's going to save you if you get into any trouble."

On the other side of town, surrounded by brothels, bars and shifty-looking hotels, Oshmel's gay bar was alive with raucous laughter, chatter and music. Men of all ages and races gathered in and around the building. All seeming to be having a great night.

Leere shuffled where she stood at the entrance of the gay bar. She wore a spare pair of Tebanam's old clothes. A bit too big, Leere had made do and created an outfit that suited her new physique.

Leere felt nervous. And she didn't usually get nervous. In circumstances like these, Leere would be excited to go in and have a good time. But with her being under an enchantment, she had a fear that her magic could soon vanish and she knew the many patrons of this male exclusive bar wouldn't be welcome to a woman among them.

Besides, she didn't really know how men, more specifically gay me, flirted. She could use her feminine wiles to make men, and even more women, fall to their knees but she had doubts on her skills as a man.

Luckily, Tebanam - while holding back his clear excitement - comforted her. "You'll be fine, Leer. I promise, if anything happens, we're out."

Leere did not seem convinced, giving her brother a doubtful look.

"Alright, alright." Tebanam said, "I'll pay for your drinks too."

Leere was not one to ignore a free drink, so she grabbed onto Tebanam's wrist and lead the way inside the busy bar.

The gay bar was a nice establishment. With many tables filled with patrons, outside veranda and large dance floor, it was definitely a place Leere would happily go to. The building was dark apart from the candles or torches scattered about, making the mood of the building one of flirtation and mischief. A live band played cheerful yet slow music, a beat perfect to dance to as some patrons were demonstrating.

Going to the bar, Tebanam ordered two of the house's beer. The man behind the bar was quick and settled the two flasks on the bartop for the two siblings to take.

Leere took a hearty sip, welcoming the bitter taste like an old friend, watching over the joyful crowd.

"Hey, is Rukah here?" Tebanam asked the bartender, leaning over to see past the staff behind the bar.

The man shook his head. "No, it's his day off tonight."

Tebanam's said a quick thanks before looking to Leere with relief.

"Let me guess," Leere smiled with bemusement and took another healthy swallow of her drink. "He's the bully you're trying to avoid."

Tebanam nodded, "Trust me, I am not at all sad he isn't here."

Leere's brother then turned back to the bartender a telltale smirk on his lips. He's on the prowl , Leere thought. Not much caring, however.

Both of them finished their first drinks and quickly got a second. Whether that was on Tebanam's tab or the flattered bartender's, Leere didn't know but she was thankful nonetheless.

Just enjoying the amazing vocal acrobatics Tebanam did in flirting with the staff, Leere almost didn't notice a man take the spot on the other side of her at the bar.

"Hey, handsome," The good-looking Hyrulian said with a kind smile. Leaning onto the bartop and looking Leere over.

Tall and decently muscular, Leere would consider him as being a rather attractive man. He had short, blonde hair and soft blue eyes that crinkled when he smiled. Maybe it was just Leere's paranoia but the man looked shifty. Her suspicions didn't seem enough to think twice on it, however.

"Oh," Leere said outwardly, surprised someone would come up to her so soon after arriving. "Hey yourself." Giving her normal flirtatious smile.

It seemed to work a treat, the man only smiled wider. "I've never seen you around here before. Traveller?"

"Yeah," Leere answered with a nod, finishing the last drops of her beer. "Passing through to Kahmel."

"Kahmel?" The man repeated in surprise. His eyes not restraining from looking Leere over again. "By yourself? You must be stronger than you look."

Leere smiled, knowing well that the assumption was based on her still obvious height difference with the stranger. Only miniscule compared to that of her Gerudo siblings, clearly, it was something the man had to note.

"Trust me, I can handle myself." Leere countered, giving a wink for good measure.

The man let out a chuckle, "Oh? Can you handle another drink, then?"

"Easily."

The man got a bartender's attention, ordered and within a few minutes another pint of beer was in Leere's hand.

With already half of her third beer past her lips, she felt a hand go around her waist. The man only smiled, shuffling closer to where she stood at the bar.

"So tell me," The Hyrulian began, his voice low yet very audible over the throng of the bar. "What's your name?"

"Leere." She said, curious to see the man's reaction to her effeminate name.

He didn't seem to falter, only smiling further. "Well, Leere, I'm Rukah."

The name sounded familiar but Leere just took it to just be that it was a common Hyrulian name. Raising her glass she nodded to the man, "Nice to meet you, Rukah."

Finishing her drink in one final gulp, the hand at her waist tugged her ever closer to Rukah's side. "What are you doing after this?" His blue eyes seemed to glow in the dark lighting of the bar, making goosebumps rise on Leere's forearms.

"Well I'll probably go home with my-" She turned to point to her brother but found he was very clearly occupied. Leaning over the bartop, he had snagged a quick kiss from the bartender who seemed more than happy for another. " . . . Friend." She finished lamely, impressed yet annoyed by how distracted her brother had gotten in the mere minutes after arriving.

Rukah chuckled, clearly seeing why Leere paused, "Well it looks like your friend is preoccupied at the moment."

Just as Rukah spoke, the music in the tavern changed. Although the same upbeat tempo as the last hymn, this one was lead by a flute. Clearly a favourite of the patrons, the dancefloor was soon stuffed with new dancers.

Rukah seemed to have the same idea, turning to Leere after looking at the crowd. "Would you like to dance?"

Leere didn't need to look over to her brother to know he was still engrossed in seducing the staff so she shrugged. "Sure."

Joining the ever growing group of occupants on the dancefloor, Leere easily found her rhythm. Dancing and swaying to the beat of the song, she was a bit too inebriated to care if she was giving herself away by the rather erotic way she danced. Rukah seemed impressed and no one seemed to be planning to make a big deal out of it.

Leere had found her stride in regards to flirting as a man, easily knowing when to give Rukah or one of the customers a suggestive glance, when to graze her hand or rear against someone else's. Overall, she was having a good amount of fun.

Sadly, the song had to change and although many people still stayed to dance to the new tune, most opted to retreat back to their tables or the bar. Rukah was one of them, offering Leere another drink before leading the way out of the thinning crowd.

Leere could not see Tebanam at the bar, perhaps already having escorted that bartender back to his hotel room. Leere did feel hurt but seeing the newest pint in Rukah's hand, she easily pushed such thoughts aside.

Leere lifted the drink to her lips and gulped nearly half of the amber liquid down before realising something was off. There was this tang at the back of her throat, something that really should not be in a normal beer.

Looking to Rukah, the Hyrulian man seemed to be looking over cautiously, as if expecting something to happen.

Shit , Leere thought. Quickly trying to take a step towards the bathroom and away from the stranger. Intending to throw up the contents of that beer, Rukah grabbed onto her wrist as soon as she turned away from him.

"Hey now," He said, putting on a look of concern. "What's wrong? Where are you going?"

"B-Bathroom," Leere uttered.

The lights seemed to be going brighter as if someone put fuel to the flames. Her legs soon felt weak, her knees eventually feeling unbalance just by standing still. Something was wrong. Something was in that drink.

"C'mon," Rukah tried to soothe her, reaching out his other hand to take Leere's freed wrist. "Don't you wanna dance a bit more?"

"N-No," Leere weakily shook her head, trying but failing to pull out of the man's grip. "There was . . . There was something in my drink."

The world was beginning to spin, disorientating Leere with even the slightest turn of her head. Whatever was in her drink, it was spreading. Pumped into the bloodstream it made quick work with the alcohol. This wasn't an accident, this was done on purpose and Leere knew just who the culprit was.

Taking a step back again, Leere tried to escape from Rukah's clutches but instead lost her footing. Perhaps due to the sticky floor near the bar or just her now feeble legs, the ground came out from under her.

But two strong hands caught her before she landed on the ground. With what strength Leere had, she looked up.

Tebanam was back and he looked worried. Placing a hand on Leere's forehead, he checked her temperature. "Hey, you ok?"

"N-No," Leere said shakily. "Something was in my-"

"He's fine." Rukah interrupted, taking back Leere's wrist and giving it a soft tug. "We were just thinking about going back to my place."

Tebanam frowned, looking from his weakened sister to the stranger. "I don't think so." Easily grabbing onto the Hyrulian's wrist, he squeezed the shorter man hard enough to recoil from his grapple on Leere, who welcomed the protective arm of her brother around her.

"W-We were having fun!" Rukah stuttered, trying to defend himself out desperation. "He'll be fine, I'll look after him. Why don't you go back to chatting with Tirill?" Nodding to the bar, clearly speaking about the man Tebanam had been flirting with. "You two were getting pretty familiar, it'd be a shame if-"

Rukah paused his rambling to scowl. Looking up, he squinted at Tebanam's face as if recognising him. "Wait just a moment . . . Do I know you?"

Even Leere could feel Tebanam stiffen. His arms squeezing ever so tighter around her shoulders as if to keep her from slipping away.

"No you don’t," Tebanam obviously lied. "I'm just a-"

"Yeah . . ." Rukah interrupted, raising a hand to point at the tall man. "Yeah, I know you alright! You're that prick who went after Rilon!"

"Y-You're wrong, I don't know a Rilon." Tebanam continued, taking a cautious step back.

"Don't you bullshit me!" Rukah angrily shouted, catching bystander's attention. "You were here before! Going after him when you knew he was mine!"

"Well, m-maybe I did," Tebanam admitted, "But I didn't know he was yours."

Leere, perhaps too out of it to truly understand the context of this fight, could not help but spare a thought of bemusement. Seeing her tall half-Gerudo brother almost cowering from the puny Hyrulian that stood in front of him.

"Shut it!" Rukah said, clearly intoxicated and visibly angry. Reaching out he grabbed onto Leere's wrist. So tight that is it made her grunt in discomfort. "Imma take your boyfriend and we'll pretend like this never happened."

"Boyfriend?!" Tebanam said, tone heavy with shock and disgust. "He's my sis-brother!" Leere could feel her younger sibling take a step backwards, trying to make space between them and the Hyrulian. "Now let go of him!"

"No way," Rukah said, shaking his head as he closed the space between them again. "I work here, remember? So you better play nice."

With one strong yank, Leere had slipped from Tebanam's safe embrace into the stranger’s arms. Holding both of her arms behind her back and with Leere's symptoms only worsening, there was no way she would have the strength to free herself.

"I'll repeat myself only one more time." Rukah said, a half-crazed smirk curling his face. "You get out of my club and leave your . . . brother with me."

With all the strength she had left, Leere crouched in her assailant's grip. And before either her brother or her attacker could say a thing, she jumped upwards and slamming the back of her head into Rukah's chin and nose.

Leere felt the arms that had been restraining her loosen and took the needed steps to get back to Tebanam's side. Rukah was on the floor, falling onto his ass from the force of the hit. He let out a pathetic groan, clutching at his face as he wriggled to get back up to his feet.

To Leere's dismay, three men separated from the onlooking crowd to join Rukah by his side. Clearly not there to negotiate.

Leere swore under her breath. Knowing her condition, she would only be able to fight off one of the newcomers. But Leere then felt the hand that held her close squeeze her. Tebanam was still with her and clearly, he'd be able to handle the rest of the rabble.

The newcomers were the first to move in. All at once, all three lept to separate the siblings. Leere kicked one in the shin, causing the man to topple. Tebanam used his large forearms to careen across and smack the other two away.

In the ensuing chaos, Leere quickly had her opponent groaning from a broken bone and Tebanam had left the other two men unconscious.

Thankfully, that seemed to be the only people who were planning to side with the now bleeding Rukah. So before any more people got any ideas, the siblings quickly pushed through the onlooking crowd and left the bar in a run.

The night sky outside of Oshmel was beautiful. Without the lights of the city brightening the heavens, the navy blue was dotted by bright stars. It was also silent apart from the soft running of the nearby river flowing through the grasslands and the soft chirping of local insects.

Too bad that was ruined by Leere heaving up the inside of her stomach into the river. Trying as best she could to get rid of any last remnants of whatever Rukah had slipped into her drink. The only comfort being the soft, comforting pat of her little brother against her hunched back.

With her stomach feeling empty and throat sore from choking, Leere laid down in the grass to rest and to stop her head from spinning.

"You feeling better?" Tebanam inquired, sitting next to her and looking over the meadow-covered scape.

"Not a lot," Leere muttered and lifted her had to squeeze it into a fist. "But my energy is coming back."

"Good," Tebanam sighed in relief. "I'm sorry, by the way. I really should've kept an eye on you."

"Yeah, you should've." Leere said dryly but then nudging Tebanam from where she lay to tell him she was joking. "But it's not your fault. It's that son of a bitch Rukah who should by saying sorry."

Tebanam let out an understanding grunt but didn't seem to quite like he had understood that he had been forgiven. Guilt still twinkled in his orange eyes as a frown played at his brow.

"Listen . . . I'm sorry for what I had said. The last time we saw each other, I mean." Tebanam muttered, pulling a blade of grass from the stem to fiddle with it in his fingers. "It was uncalled for."

Leere shrugged, sitting up to watch her little brother twist and tug at the leaf. "It's fine. Me and Rinku weren't really helping things. I don't really know where it all came from but . . . we really shouldn't have ended it like that."

Tebanam nodded, the blade of grass now tatters in his lap. "Yeah . . . me neither."

Nudging her baby brother again, Leere smiled to him. "As if I could ever hold a grudge against you, Teb."

Tebanam could only smile, reassurance being all he needed to let him relax where he sat. "We better get going then." The brother said before getting to his feet. "You can stay in my room tonight."

Leere stood up on her feet but soon felt her knees shake under the pressure of holding herself upwards. Tebanam seemed to see her dilemma and smiled.

"C'mon," He said, crouching and offering his back for her to climb onto. "I'll carry you."

Leere restrained a smile and obeyed, quickly getting into Tebanam's back. She was having a strong sense of nostalgia. They had used to do this when they were kids, only it had been the other way around. Tebanam sobbing from a grazed knee and Leere telling him off for not being careful.

"Goddesses, you're heavy." Tebanam groaned as he steadied himself.

Leere playfully hit her brother, "That's no way to talk to a girl." "But your not a girl," Tebanam retorted, smirking at Leere's still transformed appearance.

"Oh yeah!" The sister gasped, quickly muttering the needed incantation under her breath. She soon felt lighter, her clothes loosening and her chest quickly weighing her down. "Better?"

"Much so," Tebanam answered mid-chuckle.

For that one night, the town of Oshwel was treated to the sound of adult siblings laughter as the two of them, with only one trail of footsteps, ran down the empty streets.

This fic is based on the Zelgan au (and Rinku) by @figmentforms Tebanam is created by @s-kinnaly Leere is created by @mrneighbourlove Towns and other minor characters are by me I highly recommend you look at their content on this to have a better understanding of the story

#Tebanam #Leere #fanfiction #zelgan babies

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Chapter 13

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Warnings: None

A/N: Soomin belongs to @anzalulu! I just want to add that I know Chen is getting married and he has a fiancée but for the sake of this fic since I’ve already written it on another site, he is in a relationship with Soomin. Thank you for understanding.

Songs used: What’s Your Name - (G)I-DLE

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Sehun was the first to awaken the next morning. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up, the covers falling from his bare torso, and he combed his fingers through his hair. He looked toward the corner of the room with a short yawn where Vivi was still sleeping.

He got out of bed, his feet hitting the cool floor and grabbing his t-shirt, slipping it over his head and stepping into the hallway. At the sight of the door across from him, Sehun closed his hand around the doorknob carefully, opening it slightly to check on his new roommate.

Haneul was sleeping soundly, the covers pulled to her chin and her breathing steady. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, long lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones, and her hair was braided to keep it away from her face.

He sighed with relief, content she was comfortable and catching up on sleep. He imagined she hadn't gotten much since her grandmother's passing. Sehun closed the door gently, deciding to go about his morning routine before he left on important business.

A few moments after his footsteps had left the front of her door, Haneul opened her eyes, shifting toward her side to look at her cracked phone, the time unreadable. She decided to sit up, stretching her arms over her head and getting out of bed. She propped the pillows neatly and smoothed out the comforter, taking the time to make her bed and pull out any wrinkles before stepping into the hallway. She could hear the shower running, assuming Sehun was getting ready for the day, and she sat on the couch, waiting.

Just as she hugged her knees to her chest, Vivi had come out from Sehun's room, smiling at her and jumping onto the couch to join her. He yipped kindly, and she managed to smile back at him, scratching behind his ear. "Good morning, boy. Did you sleep well?" She asked, putting her legs down and he curled up in her lap, tilting his head and putting his tongue out.

Sehun had emerged from the steamy washroom, rubbing the towel over his wet hair with a new t-shirt and sweatpants on, his gaze on the brunette as she smiled down at Vivi. "Neullie?" He asked, hoping to grab her attention, and she faced him, her eyes wide as a doe's.

"A-Annyeonghasaeyo..." she bowed her head once.

"Annyeong," he replied with a grin. "You look refreshed. You must have had a good sleep."

He wasn't wrong. She didn't have a nightmare last night nor did she feel drained. Instead, she could feel the energy returning to her body, and she wasn't trembling.

"You should get ready too," the raven-haired hitman said, holding his towel in his hand. "and don't worry about breakfast. We'll be eating there."

"Where's 'there?'" She wondered, bewildered.

"The Kim Estate," Sehun answered, looking down at Vivi and making kissing sounds. "Vivi, come." He commanded and the Bichon left her lap, standing beside his master and wagging his tail. "You'll be meeting the rest of my brothers. If I'm to protect you, they'll need to know you too."

"R-Right," she sighed, standing from her seat and walking past him.

"Don't go too crazy about to wear," he added with a soft chuckle.

She continued back toward her room and grabbed something she thought would be appropriate for meeting the other members of the EXO Clan--a blue cut arm long-sleeved shirt with jeans. After grabbing her toothbrush and other essentials, Haneul took a quick shower. After drying her hair, putting on eyeliner, a lip tint, and drop earrings, she was ready to head out. Walking back toward the living room, she found Sehun was already waiting for her, wearing a black buttondown with red designs, dark jeans, and blazer, his hair into a comma style. She had to admit, he pulled off the look effortlessly, and his sense of style was like no other.

"You look beautiful," he spoke sincerely, his dark gaze glazed over as he took her in. Compared to the black dress she wore the other night, the color blue brought out her innocent beauty, accentuating her chocolate eyes and her pale skin, her hair tumbling past her shoulders. He watched as she averted her gaze, her cheeks becoming flushed, and he couldn't help but smirk, content with her reaction. "Let's get going," Sehun gestured, grabbing the keys to his car, and she followed him out of the apartment.

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Chen took it upon himself to help the housekeeper clean up the estate. After spending the early morning getting rid of every speck of dust, he was now in the dining room, fixing the silverware and folding the napkins carefully while setting the table.

"Jongdae-ssi," the housekeeper, Soomin--a young woman in her last year of university who was pursuing a career path in psychiatry, with brown hair, a soft, round face and big eyes--pleaded with the older male. "you don't have to this, you know... I feel terrible..."

"Yah, Soominnie," he stood straight, turning around and giving her a smile. "what did I tell you before? I don't mind helping you."

"But you're not the one getting paid," she argued. "Jongdae-ssi, I've never gotten on Junmyeon-ssi's bad side, and I don't think he'll approve if you--"

"--And did you forget the other conversation we had?" He interrupted, smiling sweetly, closing the distance between them and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

"Oh!" She pursed her lips, breathing with surprise when their bodies were pressed together. "I can't argue with you, can I... Chen?" She frowned.

"You know it'll hurt my poor, little heart," he pouted cutely. "You don't have to hide our relationship, you know. Junmyeon hyung isn't going to fire you..."

"Still, I need to work," she rolled her eyes and that earned her his lively laughter.

"You are working, and I'm helping," Chen stated.

Soomin looked down, her hands resting on his arms now, "What's it going to take for you to let me work on my own?"

"I'm not going to budge, nae sarang," the older male leaned down and she met him halfway, getting on her toes, their lips mere inches away from each other.

"Jongdae hyung!" Sehun cut them off suddenly, and Chen pulled away with slight frustration, his eyes on the younger male. Sehun looked between the two of them, knotting his brows in suspicion for a moment before looking to his side, where Haeul stood. "Neullie, this is Kim Jongdae, but the others call him Chen. I mentioned him yesterday after the others left. And she is Soomin, the housekeeper."

"Ah," she nodded slowly and Chen's slightly irritated expression faded, greeting the girl graciously.

"Annyeonghasaeyo. You must be Cho Haneul," he said. "As Sehun just told you, my name is Chen."

"Annyeonghasaeyo, ahgassi," Soomin bowed.

Haneul bowed before them as well, and Sehun pressed a careful hand to the small of her back, ready to lead her away, "Do you know where Junmyeon hyung, Kyungsoo hyung, and Kai are?"

"They should be in his study," he said. "they're also waiting to meet her."

"Breakfast will be ready soon. Until then, please make yourselves at home," the housekeeper spoke, going back to work.

The hitman hummed in compliance, leading Haneul away from the dining room and toward Suho's study with Chen trailing behind them. While they walked the many corridors of the estate, the girl observed the many antiques and chandeliers, the Victorian-styled furniture in one room with contemporary items in another one. There was even a library, a piano room, a sunroom, a garden, a pool--back when she had no knowledge about the mafia, she would have assumed this estate belonged to royalty.

"Minseok hyung, Baekhyun hyung, and Chanyeol are handling some small business," Chen said to the raven-haired male. "they're making sure Lay hyung's imports from China have come safely. They'll be home in time for breakfast."

He opened the door to Suho's study, and Haneul spotted three men. One was of average height with short hair and thick eyebrows, and his eyes harbored this soft glare. The second male was tall with beautiful gold skin, full lips, and a lithe physique. She reminded of him a dancer, and he had a very sweet smile. The third male was slightly shorter, his hair a fluffy light brown and he had a kind expression, his skin flawless and his eyes large, his eyebrows slightly thick.

"Sehun, Haneul! Welcome," the kind male said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Good morning, hyung," Sehun greeted him and gestured. "That's Junmyeon, but everyone calls him Suho."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," the tall male with gold skin walked up to her and grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "What a pretty thing you are. I'm Kai."

"I'm Kyungsoo," the male with the soft glare smiled a bit, holding his hands behind his back. "You're the girl from the Cho Clan, yes?"

"Um," the brunette was unsure how to answer that. "Well," she pulled her hand away from Kai's grasp gently. "I... don't really know much about the Cho Clan. I've never really been involved in anything. Sehun just told me about my family yesterday..."

"Is that so?" Chen stepped in front of them to join the other men in the room. "Then I guess it's a good thing she doesn't know. The innocent shouldn't be involved in the underworld."

"I agree but it's not that simple," Suho stuffed his hands into the pockets of his slacks, frowning slightly. "Now that the FT Clan know she's here, they've made her a target."

"FT?" Ha-Neul parroted. "What is that supposed to be? Another syndicate?"

"A very dirty and dangerous one, yes," Kyungsoo answered her question quickly. "But don't worry. You're safe with EXO protecting you."

"That's right!" Kai piped up suddenly. "Your father was our ally! We swore we would always protect the Cho Clan, even when they were in their graves. Since you're a survivor, that applies to you too!"

Though it made her relieved that there were people here to protect her, she still felt it would be a difficult task. Haneul looked at them with uncertainty, "Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden..."

"You won't be," Sehun looked down at her, his gaze firm and determined. "We'll protect you and your friends. You just have to stay out of harm's way, which means you have to stay with me at all times."

"And you'll have us to keep you company," Suho rounded the desk and stood in front of her. "You're in good hands, Haneul."

Even though they said she would be in their company, it still wasn't her friends in The Magic Shop. She didn't mind making new friends but it hurt knowing she had to stay away from them to keep them safe. Nothing would ever be the same now, and Haneul would have to live with that fact.

She would have to live knowing she was a danger to those most important to her.

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Some time after breakfast, and listening to the boys in the EXO Clan ramble, Haneul found herself walking around the Kim Estate and exploring all the different rooms. It wasn't until she came across one that caught her eye did she stop wandering.

It was a room with a grand piano, and it looked exactly like the one her grandmother had in their house. The brunette entered the room, walking toward the piano and seating herself on the bench, opening the flap which revealed shiny ivory keys. She tapped a key, listening to the soft note that tickled her ears, and her fingers began to tingle, the urge to play taking over her.

I haven't touched a piano since... Her thoughts trailed off, and she recalled playing the piano a day before her grandmother's murder. Has it been that long? She shook her head of any unpleasant thoughts and brought her slender fingers to the keys, beginning to play a song she had written some times ago but never got to sing it at The Magic Shop.

[Haneul]

Enclose all the harsh words and feelings in the clouds

Sit down, forget, like a night's dream

These beautiful words, "we," "you," now

There are no more, I don't know

After one day, they have all disappeared

If we gather the painful rainwater

Shall we go between the little stars?

You were my life

You were like you were my ocean now

What's your name?

Oh, what's your name?

Sehun could hear the distant sound of the piano and her voice as he traversed the hallway. He recalled going to the room whenever Chanyeol and Baekhyun wanted to play the giant instrument. They would either make beautiful music or just jam on the keys out of pure mischief.

Now, there was someone else touching those keys, and another voice that belonged to these hallways.

Once he found the piano room, he watched as the girl sang and played, making the most breathtaking music just like the other night at The Magic Shop. How she was able to captivate him with her voice was beyond him but he didn't want her to stop.

He wanted to hear her sing more. He wanted time to stop so he could listen to her play the piano forever.

He wanted her to write songs for him.

To Sehun's disappointment, the song came to an end and she released a deep exhale, closing her eyes and tilting her head down. He furrowed his brows at her melancholic expression and walked deeper in for he room, taking a careful set next to her on the bench.

"Are you okay, Neullie?" He asked, and she opened her eyes, facing him and giving him a nod.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she answered. "I was just thinking about how long it's been since I played, that all..."

"It's a beautiful song," he complimented. "Did you write it yourself?"

She gave a nod and looked back at the keys, "Yes. I came up with it out of the blue one day... I wanted to try my hand at love songs... but I'm not the most romantic person."

"Jinjjah?" He asked, smiling half-heartedly at her words. "I thought maybe... you would have been with someone. I mean, you're absolutely beautiful."

"I never dreamt of men," Haneul chuckled. "I was too busy daydreaming about becoming a singer to think about them."

"Not even a crush?" Sehun cocked an eyebrow.

"Nope," she shook her head. "Never crushed on anyone."

I guess I'm learning something new about her everyday, he thought as he stared at her side profile, adoring the way her long eyelashes cast shadows on her cheekbones, how soft and rosy her pale skin was, the chocolate pools of her eyes that held mystery. Maybe I have a chance...

#romance #eventual fluff #eventual romance #eventual smut #eventual happy ending #exo #sehun #exo sehun #bts #oh sehun

[minimochijimins]

Only You

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of anxiety and depression.

Word count: 1.4K

A/N: this is a little angsty but has a fluffy ending because I’m a sucker for some fluff. (side note, this is one of the first writings that I’ve posted. Sorry if it sucks)

It’s dusk, the view outside your massive floor to ceiling window is beautiful. Your apartment is on the top floor of a 20-story building, so you can see pretty much the entire city from your living room. The breath-taking view was what convinced you into buying this place. As you look out the window you see the sun slowly setting on the horizon. You look down and see the hustle and bustle of the streets; the traffic thick with cars all eager to get home.

You sigh as you turn away from the window and flop down onto your sofa. You pull your phone out from the pocket of your favourite oversized sweater. You see that you have a message from Jungkook telling you that he will be home late due to practice with the boys. You send him an okay emoji while sighing as you get up shoving your phone back into your pocket.

You make your way to the kitchen and sit down at the table you’ve already set. You wanted to have dinner with Jungkook but since he’s going to be late (again) you decided to start without him.

You can’t help but look at your phone every few minutes checking the time but also wishing Jungkook would text you or call you saying he’s on his way home. You sigh again when nothing, but social media notifications light up your screen.

Clicking on one of your notifications you are taken to Twitter, where you scroll. You’ve already liked and retweeted a couple of tweets when something catches your attention.

Your blood runs cold, your stomach drops, and your heartbeat fills your ears.  A picture of a girl in the warm embrace of a guy who looked an awful lot like Jungkook. You couldn’t believe what you were looking at. Many thoughts run through your head in a matter of seconds. Is that really Jungkook? When was this picture taken? Who is that girl? Jungkook doesn’t have any sisters. You tried to be rational saying maybe it’s just a fan. Maybe it’s a family member, like a cousin or something. Maybe an ex? Please God, let it not be an ex…

The more you stared at it, the more upset you became. You screenshot the picture, clicked off twitter and opened Jungkook’s chat. You send him the picture with no explanation or questions. You left it hanging there, in the open. You stood up from the table, appetite lost, and headed straight for your bedroom not bothering to clean up the dishes you left behind.

Your phone starts to ring while you’re laying in bed. Jungkook’s smiling face lights up your screen. You let the call go to voicemail. As soon as it stops ringing you get a text from him saying he’s on his way home. You push your phone away and turn over closing your eyes.

You really didn’t want to have this conversation with Jungkook. You’ve always feared that one day he would lose interest in you and end up leaving. You were plain, your face was nothing special, and your body was fuller in the wrong places. There really was nothing interesting about you.

You were nothing like The Jeon Jungkook who was gods gift. The golden maknae. Mr. Good at everything. He’s so amazing and you paled in comparison. It was a wonder how someone like you even pulled Jungkook, to begin with.

These dark intrusive thoughts invaded your mind and you started to feel like you were suffocating. You hated being dragged into the darkest places of your mind, but here you were, fully immersed in your insecurities.

While you were wallowing in your self-hate, Jungkook had arrived home. He entered in your anniversary date into the padlock. He pushed open the door, Jungkook found a dim apartment. He pulled off his shoes and traded them for slippers he walked further into the apartment and found the kitchen table still perfectly set. His heart squeezed seeing the food that you’ve prepared left untouched. He knew that you were waiting for him to come home so you could eat together. He continued through the apartment glancing around into different rooms searching for you; he headed towards the bedroom. Jungkook slowly opened the door poking his head through the opening and called for you.

He found you curled up into a ball on the bed. You remained silent, unsure of the strength in your voice. He quietly walked over to you and sat down beside you. His hand hovered over you for a second; he was unsure of how to comfort you.

When you were upset you didn’t like to be touched, which he knew and respected. He pulled his hand back onto his lap. Opting to call your name instead, “Y/N”. His voice was soft and smooth, it ghosted over your skin like silk leaving goosebumps in its wake. Only Jungkook’s voice had this kind of effect on you.

When you didn’t respond he shifted on the bed moving closer to your side. He leaned down to your ear, his body hovering over your torso. His mouth is close to your ear when he whispers your name again. This time a shiver runs through your veins. You turned your head to look at him he was still hovering over you which made your heart jump in your chest. You silently cursed your heart. We’re supposed to be mad at him remember?

His large doe eyes focused on yours. “Are you mad?” He questioned while shifting back into a sitting position. You just shook your head still not trusting your voice. “Baby, this picture means nothing.” He tried to reach out for you, but you recoiled from his touch. Your heart squeezed seeing the hurt flash across Jungkook’s face. He sighed and pulled his hand back into his lap once again. “Well, why does it exist then?” Your voice was small and shaky just like you knew it would be.

“Baby, it’s really nothing. This girl started crying when she asked me to take a picture with her. I didn’t know what to do, so I tried comforting her.” He explained. You sit up, leaning against the headboard you pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around them.

“Just because she’s crying doesn’t mean you have to hug her.” You whisper, jealousy seeping into your words. Jungkook suppressed a smirk, “are you jealous? Is that why you’re upset?”

Anger flashes through your body causing your voice to come out a little sharper then you intended it to, “Jealousy? Really Jungkook? Have you looked in a mirror, like ever? You’re literally the definition of perfection, you're gorgeous, you have the voice of an angel. There are literally millions of girls all over the world who are dying to get a piece of you. You could have any girl that you want, but you chose me… Why? I’m nothing. I’m not good enough for you. There are so many other girls out there who are a million times better than me.”

Jungkook’s face becomes steely. His eyes are as cold as ice. His glare alone makes your mouth stop dead in its tracks. “Don’t you dare.” His voice is low and dangerous, “Don’t you dare say you’re nothing.”

Your heart sputters and picks up its pace. You’re frozen, caught under his chilling stare. “You will not talk bad about my girlfriend, I will not stand for it.” You nod, and his eyes soften. His face and body relax back into a normal state.

He reaches up to place his hand on your cheek, “I love you,” he says while looking deep into your eyes causing your cheeks to heat up. “I don’t want any girl in the world. I want you. It doesn’t matter that there are millions of other girls out there. I’ve been all over the world and I’ve met a lot of girls, so trust me when I say this, there is no other girl in this world that even comes close to comparing to you. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re beautiful even though you think you aren’t which I don’t understand why? You have the biggest heart that I have ever seen. You help old people cross the road, you take care of stray kittens and find them a home, you volunteer to teach kids music. You take care of everyone else by putting them before yourself. Which I sometimes wish you didn’t because you need to take care of you, babe. You are the only girl that I want. You are the only girl that I will ever want. Only you.”

Tears are streaming down your face. Jungkook’s hand is still on your cheek. He wipes away your tears as he pulls you into a kiss.

#bts #jungkook #bts imagines #jungkook imagines #jk imagine #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #bts drabbles #my writing #mine #bts senarios #jungkook senario #bangtan #bangtan soyeondan #bangtan imagines #figuring out how to post this on pc took me literally forever...

[thegrandtortoise]

The Exchange Students

Chapter: 4/? 

Scorpius POV

Fic Summary: Hogwarts decides to create an Inter-House exchange program, and the fifth years of Slytherin House get two unexpected visitors: Enter Adhira Nazari- perceptive, nerdy, Hufflepuff, and Scorpius Malfoy- mysterious Gryffindor that’s caught the eye of Albus Potter. (Alright I’m giving up with this summary there’s like five important characters and I’m too lazy to describe them all. Basically it’s next-gen, there’s a lot of fluff and romance and lgbtq and I’ll try to make it funny okay thanks I hope you like it)

Chapter Summary:  We get a little look inside Scorpius's (gay as hell) mind, and surprise surprise- a little flashback!

Word Count: 2280

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Spoilers, Panic Attacks

(I will add more as I add chapters so keep a lookout)

A/N:  Right, so here it is! Scorpius's POV! This didn't go exactly how I imagined it would go, but I'm really happy with it. It's also kinda long, so yay! Trigger Warning: Panic attacks (nothing too major, but tbh I did get a little emotional while writing that part so I thought I would include this)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing you recognize, it all belongs to Queen JK Rowling.

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Chapter 4: Scorpius POV

           I stare up at the green hangings above me, willing them to turn red. Or blue. Or even yellow, for Merlin’s sake. Wait, no, not Merlin. He was Slytherin too.

           Godric, what have I gotten myself into?

           When I signed up for the exchange program, I wasn’t betting on getting put into Slytherin. It was actually the last thing I wanted. I was betting on the chance that I was going to get into Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff.

           I know what you’re thinking. But Scorpius, when you signed up you should have known that there was a chance to be in Slyther- yeah, I KNOW. I was an idiot, and now I’m paying for it.

           Of all the Houses, Slytherin. It had to be Slytherin, with the dim, damp common room, with the weird serpents carved into the ceiling,  with the expensive silver antiques everywhere- with Albus frickin’ Potter.

           Albus frickin’ Potter, with his stupid messy black hair and his stupid ‘emerald’ eyes and his stupid glasses with the stupid frames that he looks stupidly cute in.

           Stupid, stupid, stupid.

           And now the word has lost all meaning.

           I groan loudly, and pull my blanket up over my head, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. The only saving grace in this place is that the sun isn’t directly in my eyes in the mornings. It’s really fun when you’re a first year Gryffindor that thinks he’s let his entire family down, and on top of that you’re half blind the next morning.

           I have a lot of pent up emotions.

           “Malfoy, mate, we’re going to be late for class. Better hustle,” Tanaka says from somewhere next me, and proceeds to pull my blanket off of me, leaving me cold, and also half-naked. Wow. More fun.

           Shivering, I grab the nearest t-shirt (which was on the floor) and my stuff, and head for the bathroom, which is locked. Yawning, I knock on the door.

           “You almost done in there?” I yell. There’s a weird scuffling sound, and then a voice.

           “Yeah mate, I just…can’t seem to find my…shirt,” the voice says. It’s Albus.

           More scuffling, and then the door clicks open. From the steam and the yellow light emerges a (rather pretty) shirtless Albus Potter. Still damp. And wearing his glasses.

           Yikes.

           He looks at me, and then at my torso.

           “That’s my shirt,” he says, pointing. I glance down, horrified. Shit. I must’ve picked up the wrong shirt from the ground.

           “Oh, um- I’m- I’m sorry,” I say quickly, and pull it off, handing it to him. My face is burning. It’s literally on fire. “I’ll just- go get another,” I ramble, heading back to my bed and leaning down to grab a shirt that is (I double-check) definitely mine.

           Albus is still standing by the door, holding the crumpled shirt in his hand as I walk into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. The image of him is burned into my retinas.

           I think I might go for a cold shower today.

           All the Slytherin fifth years have the same class Tuesday morning (Defense Against the Dark Arts), so us boys have joined ranks with the girls, and we’re all trooping up together from the breakfast hall. I think there’s a house elf down in the kitchens that favors the Slytherins, because the pancakes today were the best I’ve ever tasted.

           Adhira Nazari, the Hufflepuff transfer, is at the front, squished in between Tina Chang and Lila Kim, who are busy interrogating her about something. Poor girl. She’s probably even more overwhelmed than I am.

           Behind them are Matt Peterson and Albus who are chatting like the old friends that they are. Actually, it looks more like Matt is staring at something in front of him and Albus is talking at him. Speaking of Albus, I’m pretty sure that his robes have been modified or something because it should be criminal to look that good in a school uniform.

           Directly in front of me are Kaito Tanaka, Sebastian Alvarez, and Rose Weasley. Weasley seems to be regretting her choice to walk with them, because Alverez is flirting with her shamelessly, and she keeps snapping at him with those classic, cold Slytherin remarks. It’s rather funny, actually, but good for her. As far as I know, Alvarez is the biggest player in the school, and most of the girls that fall for him end up heartbroken while Alvarez gets off scot free with his absurdly good looks. Not to mention that he’s the star chaser of the Slytherin Quidditch team. He has got a fair number of enemies, though, I’ll say that.

           I’m strolling along behind all of them, feeling slightly awkward with Veronica Westbrook next to me, her nose buried in yet another book. I don’t think I’ve seen her even once without one at least three feet away. I try to get a look at what she’s reading, but her hand is obscuring the title.

           “So…what are you reading?” I try. Veronica just holds up the book for me to see. Something called The Blood of Olympus.

           “Sounds dark,” I say. “Is it any good?”

           She shrugs.

           “Not a big talker, then?” This time I get no acknowledgement whatsoever. I wonder if she’s even listening to me.

           “You know, you’re about to walk right into a wall.” Nothing.

           “Peeves is about to drop a Dungbomb on you.” Again, nothing. I wonder…

           “I think Albus Potter is fit.” I may have just made the biggest mistake of my life. But still- no response. I check to make sure no one is listening, and then lean in closer to Veronica. “In fact, I fancy Albus Potter.”

           Nothing. I lean back to where I was before. “That good, huh?”

           Silence.

             After a lot of climbing, we reach the Defense classroom, panting slightly. After all, it has been a while since we had to climb several flights of stairs. The classroom is already half full- we share this period with the Ravenclaws, and as usual, they are early. They’re comparing notes from other classes at the moment- the cheeky little smartasses. Professor Potter (yes, that Potter) is chatting with a couple of them, asking about their summers. When we walk in, Professor Potter looks up.            

           “And here’s the rest of the class, just on time! Let’s get started, shall we?” Professor Potter says, whipping out his holly and phoenix feather wand, exactly 11 and a ½ inches long.

           Oh yeah. I’m a bit of a Harry Potter fanboy.

           It drives my father crazy.

           “Today,” Professor Potter starts, “we will be attempting the Patronus charm.”

           A couple of gasps and also squeals of excitement from around the room.

           “Can anyone tell me what the Patronus is used for? Except for Al and Rose,” Professor Potter says, shooting a pointed look at his son and niece. Obviously, they already know the charm. I’m pretty sure all the Potter-Weasleys have it down, considering that Harry Potter considers it one of the most important charms that anyone can know.

           Instead, he picks an overeager Ravenclaw who answers the question like he’s memorized the entire textbook. Which he probably has.

           “Very good,” Professor Potter praises. “Now, can everyone get their wands out, please? I want all the desks moved to the sides of the classroom. Quickly, please.”

           The class stands up and we work together to slide the heavy wooden tables to the perimeter of the classroom. Professor Potter then directs us to stand in a big circle, and he positions himself in the middle.

           “Excellent. Now- the Patronus charm is a difficult one, but I’m sure that you will all get it soon enough. Casting the charm requires a happy memory- your happiest, preferably. I’ll give you a minute to think of one.”

           We stand in silence, and I search my mind. My happiest memory…

           First year. First day. The Great Hall, the sky a swirling mass of drab, grey clouds. Sitting alone at the Gryffindor table, all the people I knew across a room that seems as big as a whole country. A bright red letter floating in front of me.

           Clutching it in my hands as it grows hot, running as fast as I can out of the hall and through the main doors onto the grounds, only releasing the letter when it singes my fingertips. Sinking to my knees as the letter rises up and opens itself to unleash the worst words I’ll ever hear.

           “How could this happen?” Squeezing my eyes together.

           “I’m so ashamed.” Throat closing up.

           “Why not Ravenclaw, or even Hufflepuff? Why Gryffindor?” Tears pricking the back of my eyes.

           “We’re so disappointed in you, Scorpius.” Can’t see. “Shame on you.” Can’t think. “You dishonor us.” Can’t breathe.

           Suffocation. Panic. Fear. Anger. Sadness. Everything at the same time, clogging up my mind, my thoughts, my throat, my body, not letting anything through, not letting anything out, swirling thoughts of pain and terror, visions of my family, pale faces and pointed noses and grey eyes, staring down at me, no love, no happiness, no care, just disappointment and shame and I can’t take it anymo-

           “Malfoy?” Release. A breath, a wipe at my eyes. Turning around to see who is casting the shadow over me.

           “Yes?” It’s Hagrid. I know because who else is a half-giant with the biggest beard I’ve ever seen?

           “You alright there, lad?”

           I stand tall, ignoring the burning paper behind me. I might be a Gryffindor, but I am still a Malfoy. I still have a reputation to uphold.

           “I’m fine,” I say, not meeting his eyes, which are beetle black and glisten with kindness and concern. Exactly how Harry Potter describes them. If I look at them, I’ll melt. I know it.

           “Why don’t you come in for a cuppa tea?”

I stare up at him. Tea? How…how could tea fix this?

“We’ll have a look at the pumpkins, and I’ll give you a little sneak peek at the Diricawls that I’ve been breeding. Rather fluffy and cute, if I say so myself.”

Pumpkins? And what on earth are Diricawls?

“Come on. Get your mind off your troubles for a bit. You don’t want to miss my famous fruitcake, do you?”

Well, fruitcake does sound good…

“Well…alright then. I suppose a cup of tea wouldn’t hurt.” I say. He grins, and claps a hand on my back, which nearly pitches me forward into the ground.

“There’s a good lad,” Hagrid says, and leads me to his hut, which while small, is rather cozy, and neatly kept.

He sits me down on a cushy chair, and pours me a cup of steaming black tea, with plenty of cream and sugar. It’s delicious. A plate of fruitcakes sits on the table, and he offers me some. I take one and quickly realize that these are not cakes that one can bite into. Quite nice to suck on, though.

He starts talking, and I just sit there quietly as he chatters on, sipping my tea.

“I saw you at the Sorting yesterday. Was a bit surprised that you got into Gryffindor, but I think you’ll do well. You’ve got that look in your eye. Same look that little Harry had when I saw him as an eleven-year old. Bit scared, nervous maybe. But you’re brave. I can tell, trust me. I’ve seen enough Gryffindors come and go to know one when I see one.”

“It isn’t all bad, y’know. You’ll make friends. It’s near impossible not to. You can try out for the Quidditch team, or you can always join the Gobstones club. They’re always looking for new members. Or go for Dumbledore’s Army. Harry- erm, excuse me, Professor Potter is the head of that one. Or do something else, y’know? Whatever you want, really.”

“I knew your father- hell, I knew your grandfather. I’m old, I am. Still here though. My back’s a bit crooked and my mind’s off with the fairies half the time, but I’m still here. If I can push through, so can you. I know you think you’ve been disowned, but you need to relax. Your family will get over it. Your father made nice with Professor Potter, didn’t he? He’ll accept you too. Jus’ give it a bit o’ time. They’ll come around, don’t worry.”

He spends nearly a half hour talking to me before I start responding, and I find that it’s ridiculously easy to talk to this kind, slightly scatterbrained old man. After I finish eating, he takes me outside to look at the pumpkins, and I comment on how large they are. He beams proudly. Then, he shows me the Diricawls, which turn out to be fluffy, flightless birds that disappear whenever I try to touch them.

“They’re just a bit jumpy,” Hagrid explains. “Don’t be like them, Scorpius. You ever get scared, don’t disappear like they do. Talk to someone. Talk to me, if you want. Push through it, and you’ll be fine.”

             I chuckle as I think about that day. My happiest memory. I still adore Diricawls and Hagrid’s cakes to this day.

           “Everyone have their memory?” Professor Potter asks, and I’m snapped back to the present. Everyone nods.

           “Excellent. Now, for the incantation,” he says, and takes out his wand. “Expecto Patronum.”

           I know what’s coming before it even appears; the famous stag, which prances around the room until Professor Potter releases the spell and it fades away, leaving us with a faint sense of happiness.

           “Now, you try it.”

           Taking a deep breath, I hold out my wand as everyone else is, and focus hard on my memory.

           “Expecto Patronum.”

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The Unexpected Perks of Being a Nanny~ Chapter Twenty-Two

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Swearing.

Beta: @mackwinchester1967

“Daddy?” Thomas asked softly.

Curled up on the couch with his father while his mother and his daddy’s girlfriend were upstairs talking, lead to a very curious little boy.

“What’s wrong with mommy?”

“Oh, what do you mean by that, Tom?” Jared asked, brushing Tom’s dark hair out of his eyes.

“Mommy was really upset and she got bru-bruises all over her face. How’d that happen daddy?”

“You wouldn’t understand, dude.” Jared said softly. “It’s an adult thing.”

“Was it mommy’s new boyfriend? She don’t like him.”

“How did you know that, buddy?”

“What does it mean when a guy hits a girls bum, daddy?”

“Well, it could mean a couple of different things… did your mommy’s new boyfriend do that to her?”

“Yes, daddy.” Thomas sighed. “Mommy didn’t like it, she screwed up her face and she sighed. Why would someone do that to mommy? I love mommy!”

The five-year-old frowned and watched his dad, waiting for his father’s response.

“Do you love mommy?” Tom continued. “Why did you and mommy break up?”

“I used to love your mommy, Thomas… but something’s just kind of happened. You’re too little to understand divorce, Kiddo. All you need to know is that I would never hurt your mommy like her new boyfriend did and I’m never going to hurt Y/N like that either. Does that answer all your curious questions?” Jared tickled Tom to lighten the mood a bit.

“Yes, Daddy!” The little boy giggled.

It wasn’t much longer after Jared and Tom finished up with the heir conversation, when you made your way downstairs.

“Hey, baby.” Jared said quietly. “How are you feeling?”

You shook your head no, “not great.”

“You look really pale. Have you eaten anything this morning?”

You shook your head no.

“Now, Y/N.” Jared scolded you as if you were a two-year-old. “You know better than that, c’mon you’re pregnant, you gotta eat for the baby now too.”

“I know, Jared.” You grumbles, becoming frustrated with your boyfriend. “I’ll go get something.”

A week or so later it would just be you, Jared and the kids. Gen was down in Los Angeles, filming while you two were in Vancouver. Luckily enough, Jared didn’t have to film for another little while, which gave you time to bond as a family. You and Jared took the kids to the park and watched them run around, having fun.

“Mom mom mom.” Odette waddled over to the bench where you were sitting.

You could see the whole park from this bench, which was why it was your favorite spot. You could see Jared pushing Shep on the swing to your right, you could see Tom slipping down the slide straight in front of you and you were close to Odette’s favorite toy. She grunted and bounced her body up and down, telling you she wanted to get up with you.

“I think you should go and play, Odette, Like Tom and Shep are doing.” You smiled, running your hands through her light brown hair.

“No!” She squealed.

“Oh, so you know how to say ‘no’ but not daddy?” You laughed. “Where did your bow go?”

Before you left the house, you put a little light blue bow in Odette’s hair, which matched her light blue top.

“Oh, well. There goes another one.” You shrugged. “Come on, Odette, I’ll push you in the swing.”

You stood up as Odette held out her hand for you to hold. You smiled and held her little hand. Her little fingers curled around your index finger.

“Can you say hi to dada Odette?” You cooed and shot Jared a smile as you walked past.

The little girl waved, but didn’t say anything as you lifted her up into the baby swing, a couple of swings down from Shep. Jared chuckled and continued pushing his youngest son in the swing.

“Higher, daddy! Higher.” Shep chanted.

Jared pushed Shep high enough that he could run under the swing, which was what you called an underduck and you done it a lot with the kids. Tom and Shep really seemed to love it. You gave Odette little pushes as she looked around the park and sunk into her swing. The little girl was relaxed and taking it all in. All the kids were hungry by the time 12:30 rolled around. So, you strapped Odette up on Jared’s back and held the two older boys hands while all five of you walked home. You had an awesome day with the boys and Odette. You still couldn’t believe you managed to be a part of such a great family. Before you knew it, bedtime for the kids rolled around. You were so exhausted that it might be bedtime for you too.

“I just put the kids to bed.” Jared smiled, plopping down on the couch next to you.

He leaned in and pressed a slow kiss against your lips. You kissed him back and smiled. But when you got the sense that Jared was deepening the kiss, you pulled away.

“What? What’s wrong?” He worried.

“Nothing… nothing. I’m just too tired to be… fooling around.”

“Right.” Jared leaned back into the couch.

“I’m sorry.” You frowned,

“Don’t be, I get it. It’s your first pregnancy, you had a long, eventful day. You’re exhausted.”

“I just can’t shake this feeling that I’m pushing you away” You exclaimed. “I mean, come on. You and Gen must’ve been together for years before you two got pregnant with Tom. You were married. You were ready.”

“Why do you feel the need to keep comparing our relationship to mine and Gen’s?” Jared grumbled. “You’re not her and I don’t want you to be. So what? Yeah… we moved a quickly. Yes, we’re not married. But that doesn’t mean we’re not ready for a baby. This is ridiculous, Y/N. I’m sick and tired of hearing about Gen all the time. I told you that before. I don’t care that were not having sex all the time. That’s not what relationships are all about. You’re not pushing me away because I love you and because my baby is in there.”

“Our baby. You know what? Never mind. I’m too tired to argue with you tonight. I’m going to bed.” You sneered.

“Yeah, alright. I’m going to head out to my trailer anyways.” Jared huffed. “I got to film early tomorrow morning.”

You two went your separate ways and with your hormones all out of whack, you done nothing but cried yourself to sleep. You hated when you and Jared fought, even when it was over stupid things like that. You knew that every relationship had their bumps, but deep down you knew Jared was right and you knew you shouldn’t have mentioned anything. You woke up the next morning at five and rushed out to the ensuite. You spilled everything you ate the day before out into the toilet. You let out a little sob and rested your head against your arm. You were throwing up so much lately that you had your throat irritated and it was constantly sore. Once you were finished urging, you pushed yourself up off the floor, flushed the toilet and washed your face with a nice, hot face cloth. Taking all the necessary precautions, you mucked through wiping down the toilet seat with a lysol wipe before heading back to bed. You propped yourself up with yourself and Jared’s pillows and rubbed your stomach, but you couldn’t fall back to sleep. An hour later, Odette woke up and let out a cry. You dragged yourself out to her room and picked her up.

“Mornin’, sweetness.” You kissed her cheek as you picked her up.

“Mom mom.” She cheered.

“Yeah, mom mom is here.” You yawned, taking her back to bed with you.

You resumed your previous position and laid Odette on top of you. Odette remained quiet while she was still trying to wake up. You took a picture of Odette curled up on your torso and posted it to instagram with the caption “Cuddles with this little one at 6 AM.” There was another hour before Tom and Shep woke up and you’d have to start your day.

While cooking breakfast for the boys, your phone dinged.

Jared <7:25 am>: I’m sorry about last night and also sorry I couldn’t call. It’s really busy here. I’ll be home later. See you then.

“She is so pissed, man.”Jared sighed, noticing that you read his text message, then didn’t answer him back for a half hour.

“You know that every relationship has their spats. Come on, man, you were married.” Jensen shrugged. “Give it some time.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

The men went back to work and managed to finish up filming around dinner time, On the way home, Jared stopped into a local flower shop.

“What are you looking for today, sir?” A young cashier smiled brightly up at jared.

“Do you have anything that says ‘I’m sorry that I pissed you off, my pregnant girlfriend?”

“Ooh. Had a fight huh?” The cashier stepped out from behind her desk. “I’ll show you to some of our best flowers.”

Jared followed the lady.

“We have white roses and red roses here. We have some Orchids and Dahlias. Over here are hydrangeas. We can do an assortment of flowers if you wish.”

“Yeah, yes, please? I picked a fight with my girlfriend and I shouldn’t have. These are all beautiful and I’m hoping she will forgive me.”

“I’m sure she will, Mr. Padalecki. Big fan of the show by the way.” The woman smiled and started picking out a variety of different flowers, including the few that she mentioned.

“Call me Jared.” He chuckled. “Thanks for these.”

Following the young woman back to the counter, Jared paid her as she wrapped the plastic around the bouquet of flowers and tied them off with several different colored strings. Carefully setting the bouquet of flowers down in the front seat of his truck, Jared ran into another store and picked up some of your favorite chocolate. Nervously, he returned home.

You heard a knock on the door while you were trying to make dinner. The four of you were having corned beef hash. You didn’t think Odette would like it, so you set aside some for her but also put on nuggets. You set the pot of corned beef hash down and wiped your hands as you made your way out to the front porch. You opened the door to find Jared standing there, a big and beautiful bouquet of flowers in his left hand and a box of your favorite chocolates in the other.

“I’m so sorry about last night.” Jared smiled softly. “I know that I was dick and that I shouldn’t have been so harsh on you. That was an asshole move.”

“Yeah, It was Jared. I’m still mad. I want you to know that. I was really sick this morning and you left me all alone. I don’t want this to happen again.” You said sternly.

“Okay. It won’t.” Jared sighed. “I can’t believe I left you like that.”

“Can we just forget about it? And move on? Dinner’s ready.”

Jared left it alone, like you asked and had dinner with you and the kids. But the next day, he was back to work. You woke up at the usual time and got the kids some breakfast. After that you sent Thomas off to kindergarten and got the other two kids dressed to go to the playground.

“Arlo!” You called out.

With the jingle of his leash, Arlo came running. You hooked his leash onto his collar and set Odette in the stroller. Shep held onto Arlo’s leash while you pushed Odette’s stroller. Finally, at the park, you let Shep run free and got Odette out.

“Let’s try walking, huh?” You smiled.

Although almost a year old, Odette didn’t really show much interest in walking. You held your fingers out and Odette grabbed onto them. You waddled around the park with her a few times before Arlo seen something exciting and tried to rush to the other end of the park. You caught your foot on his leash.

“Oh! Ow!” You cried out.

“Mom mom?” Odette looked up at you.

Immediately tears started to flow down your cheeks.

“Arlo” You frustratedly cried.

The dog knew that you were upset and immediately dropped his head, casually peeking up at you every now and then. Shep jumped down from where he was playing and rushed over.

“Y/N?” He cocked his head to the side. “Okay?”

“Y-Yeah…. I’ll be fine.” You sighed, letting Odette sit.

You hopped back over to the bench as Odette, Shep and Arlo followed you. A woman from the other side of the park approached you.

“I couldn’t help but come over to see if you were okay… I seen what happened from where I was standing. Do you need me to call someone?” She asked, bending down to look at your ankle. “You look like you’re about to get sick.”

“Oh, i'm about sixteen weeks pregnant, that’s why… but other than that… I should be fine.” You gulped.

“Huh, I didn’t even notice.” She chuckled, holding your ankle in her hand.

“Yeah, I-um-I like baggy shirts.” You half smiled, rubbing your belly. “My name’s Y/N.”

“Oh, I’m Bridget. Are they your kids? I see you here with them a lot.” Bridget smiled up at you.

“No… this is my first pregnancy. I’m just the nanny. Well and their step-Mom. I always forget that part.” You joked.

Bridget chuckled, “my best advice for you is to go home and put some ice on that. It looks pretty swollen.”

“Okay.” You stood up to gather the kids things. “Woah, dizzy spell.”

You scratched your forehead and immediately sat back down.

“Here, maybe you should call somebody to come pick you up. I’ll get their things for you.”

You took Bridget’s advice and phoned Jared, but to no surprise, he didn’t answer. He was too busy filming, So you dialed Danneel’s number.

“Hey” She exclaimed. “So, I’m almost at your house with the kids, are you home?”

“Actually, can you come to the park? I really need you. I think I sprained my ankle and I walked to the park with the kids and the dog.”

“Now you can’t walk home… right. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes, sit tight.” Danneel said.

“Thanks, Dee.”

“Of course, you know you can always call me.I’ll be there soon.”

You sat back in the bench as Danneel ended the call. Thank god you had a friend like Danneel that you could always count on.

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Night Owl - Shawn Mendes

lol i wrote this at 3:06 am until 4:33 am two nights ago. this was kind of wrote based off of what i desired i guess idk? um but yeah i would for shawn to sing me a little too much when i can’t sleep yeah that would b nice thanks. anywho another random thought, i am so happy that i haven’t watched the video for tnhmb because i think i would die and i’m seeing all these gifs and i’m like thank the lord i haven’t seen it thank the lord hahahaha this wasn’t requested either but u know my ask has been looking a little dry yall xoxoxo – You woke up to the sound of your heart thumping loudly in your chest and your skin tingling from being so hot. Shoving the covers off you as quickly as you could, you ran your hands down your face and grabbed your phone to check the time; 3:06 AM. Already feeling the tiredness but too uncomfortable to go back asleep, you looked over at Shawn. His eyelashes laid softly across the highest point of his cheekbones, his hair was sprawled out on the white fabric of the pillow case, one hand was placed behind his head while the other was extended which once held your shoulders. He looked peaceful and at ease, he looked beautiful. You smiled at him, he had come home to you for his week off but he will have to be back on the road again. You would get bad again. Bad meaning waking up at this early hour, constantly worrying about him, having a whole in your chest where he should be, the pressure of not being overly clingy because this is his dream and you didn’t want to be the person to ruin it, and almost going insane with the constant pain of missing him. Every. Single. Second. Of the day. He seemed to noticed that you had taken your heated body away from his because he brought one of his long fingers up to his eye to wipe the sleep out of it. “Baby? What are you doing? What time is it?” he asked, his voice raspy and low. “It’s okay, I’m okay. I just woke up for some reason,” you smiled at him. “Its early Shawn, you need to go back to sleep.” “I can’t sleep without you.” he mumbled looked at you through squinted eyes and raising his torso with his elbow. He unfolded one palm to hold out for you to place in his. He didn’t know hat you had been going insane without him here and that was the last thing you wanted to tell him. You also didn’t want to mention how this happens, every single night that he’s not here with you. Smiling at him again, you allowed him to pull you against his naked, but comforting chest. His skin felt warm but not too hot underneath the palm of your hand as you let it lay flat against his skin. He wrapped both of his lanky muscular arms around your and pressed his lips where your hair met your forehead. You wanted to cry. Cry because how on earth do you get the privilege of having such an amazing boyfriend. Cry because this will all be gone in two days. Cry because you didn’t know if you could keep going. You felt alone when he wasn’t here and no one could tell how much you were suffering. “Baby?” he whispers into the dark room, his voice sounded angelic and soft making sure that if you were asleep, he wouldn’t wake you. “Yes?” you answered back. “You have to tell me what’s wrong. I always see your activity on social media at this time of night, your mom said that you look like a zombie whenever she sees you when I’m on tour, and you have called me crying too many times to count. I don’t know if I can be away from you if that happens (y/n.) It kills me inside knowing that you are over here, across the world, suffering and you won’t tell me about it. Do I need to stay here, with you?” Your heart sank. You knew that if you admitted to feeling so alone when he wasn’t here, he would stay. That was the kind of boyfriend he was, but he had bigger things to worry about. He had countries to visit, cultures to experience, and his loving fans to communicate with. You didn’t want to be the one to take that away from his supporters, it would be selfish. You didn’t feel the tear slide down your cheek and fall onto the pale skin of Shawn’s sternum. You felt him take his thumb and gently sweep in under your eye to collect the moisture. Your pressed your face against his chest and sighed because you know that you were letting him down. He always told you how strong you were for going through this journey with him, but you’ve hit a breaking point. Your hands felt shaky and you whole body felt weak and exhausted. Your appetite was decreasing and the color in your cheeks had started to fade. You hated this. “It’s hard, Shawn. I’m torn from telling you that I go through absolute hell when you’re not here but I also want to tell you that I can get through it. That you can’t hold back because this is your dream. To play to fans all around the world and I don’t want to be the one who holds you back.” you feels more salty tears streak down the top of your nose and cheeks bones and onto his chest. “I can’t do it Shawn, I can’t.” you whimper and you feel him pull you tighter into him. “I go through it too, (y/n.)” I wonder if you’re going to find someone who can actually be there for you or someone who can give your normal life that’s not filled with screaming fans or paparazzi, out of the spotlight. I can’t sleep after you call me, knowing that you’re not eating or sleeping makes me sick to my stomach. You are my happiness. You are the one person who makes me weak. If you’re not healthy or happy I can’t go on anymore.“ "Shawn-” “I won’t go. I’ll cancel your if it means you’ll be happy and healthy again.” he says almost like a demand. He sighs again and presses his lips against your forehead. “Please don’t. You can’t let them down Shawn. I am one person compared to the millions of fans that you meet and see when you are on tour, I can’t ruin their happiness by keeping you here. It all gets a little too much sometimes.” you breath, the last sentence inadvertently quoting his song. You feel him smile against your skin as he pulls away from you. He starts to whisper, “She would not show that she was afraid,
But being and feeling alone was too much to face,” You started to feel the downpour of tears and almost apologized to Shawn because your tears getting on him but didn’t want to stop his beautiful voice from floating through the air. 
"Though everyone said that she was so strong,
What they didn’t know is that she could barely carry on,
 But she knew that she would be okay,
So she didn’t let it get in her way,
 Sometimes it all gets a little too much,
But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up,
And you don’t have to be afraid, because we’re all the same,
And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much,“ He stopped for a second before bringing his hand up to his face and wiping his tears away before continuing with a shaky voice. 
 She would always tell herself she could do this
She would use no help it would be just fine
But when it got hard she would lose her focus
So take my hand and we’ll be alright
 And she knew that she would be okay,
So she didn’t let it get in her way,
 Sometimes it all gets a little too much,
But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up,
And you don’t have to be afraid, because we’re all the same,
And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much, yeah.
 A little too much, I said a little too much, oh
 Sometimes it all gets a little too much,
But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up,
And you don’t have to be afraid, because we’re all the same,
And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much yeah!
 Sometimes it all gets a little too much,
But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up,
And you don’t have to be afraid, because we’re all the same,
And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much” You both laid in silence, hearing the fan hum lowly and the sound of his heart beat in you ear made you sleepy. That song wasn’t originally written about you, but he always sang it to you over facetime, phone, or in person. You pressed your lips against his skin where his heart lays in his chest. He rubbed his thumb up and down your cold arm before stopping abruptly and almost jolting. You looked up at him with sleepy eyes and tear stained cheeks. “Baby, come with me!” he says loudly, well loudly for this hour. “W-what?” you stutter. “On tour. You and I. I’ve always wanted to take my significant other along with me and I want you to experience the different countries. Please, I’ll talk to my manager tomorrow but there not doubt in my mind that he won’t let you go.” “Shawn, I don’t know. I don’t have a lot of money to travel and I don’t want be distracting or keeping your from your fans.” you sigh sadly because as much as you wanted to say yes, these doubts quickly flooded your mind. “What?! No (y/n.) They would see how happy you make me, how happy I make you, and I don’t think I could bear to be away from you again. Please?” You rolled you eyes because this kid had such a way with words. After weighing your options, it was an obvious answer. “Yes."


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Show and Tell

Eddie had waited patiently all weekend to see everyone in Mrs. Anthony’s 3rd-grade class. Monday was show and tell and he wanted to share something very special he had found in the woods near his grandfather’s new house by the lake.

He had kept his excitement to himself when his friend Robbie had come over on Sunday to show off his new(ish) battery operated rock tumbler.

The rock Robbie had tested his tumbler on didn’t look very impressive, smoothed edges and all, it hadn’t been polished and wasn’t anywhere near better looking than something Eddie could find down by the lake. In fact, Eddie had in his room a handful a few stones from the lake that looked way better than what had come out of Robbie’s tumbler but he tried not to be a jerk when he gently let Robbie know.

He handed a dark stone to Robbie and let him compare the two. “This makes sense, I guess. Weathering,” Robbie explained away. Eddie nodded a few times like he knew exactly what his friend had meant but he really just wanted Robbie to go home.

“So what are you bringing to show and tell tomorrow?”

“Nothing special, probably just Augie again,” his shoulders shrugged and he gestured with a nod toward the turtle huddled in the corner of its aquarium.

“Your last two times have been pretty lame. Colton brought a drone last time. Be more like us.”

“Can’t get much better than a loyal snapping turtle,” Eddie lied, “but how about you take the rock from the lake I gave you and pretend it came out of your tumbler?”

“That’s a pretty good idea. I can probably get this shining really nice with the finishing settings.”

Eddie shrugged and waved goodbye from the living room window when Robbie got back on his bike.

Normally, Eddie couldn’t keep a secret to himself so he was ready to burst by the time show and tell came around Monday.

When his name was called he walked up to the front of the classroom and reached into his backpack, his eyes gleaming in excitement.

Mrs. Anthony asked him what he had to show off to the class and Eddie responded, “I found this really old book on my grampa’s land this weekend. I’m the only one who can read it.”

“Why is that, Eddie? Is it in a different language?”

“No, Mrs. Anthony. The words only appear to me. When I showed my mom and dad, they couldn’t see the ink. But I realized something special about this book, Mrs. Anthony.”

“What was that, Eddie?”

“It’s magic.”

“Oh, Eddie.” Mrs. Anthony looked at him with pity in her eyes, and this frustrated him.

“Honestly, Mrs. Anthony. When I read it, it tells me things. And sometimes it makes things happen. I can prove it.”

“Okay, Eddie. Show us.” Everyone in the class was looking at each other wondering if this was really happening. This wasn’t like kindergarten - the school had stopped letting them believe in fairy-tales in first grade.

“Yes, Mrs. Anthony. The book is showing me two spells right now. One of them is to show you your greatest threat, and the other is to show you your greatest treasure.”

“Okay, class. Who wants to volunteer to be the subject of Eddie’s spell?”

Robbie raised his hand and walked up to the front when no one else did. He bumped Eddie lightly and whispered, “I thought you were bringing Augie again, what the heck.”

“Do you still have the stone I gave you?” To this question, Robbie nodded in response so Eddie smiled.

Mrs. Anthony asked which spell Robbie wanted and he mentioned the threat one.

Eddie cleared his throat. “This book isn’t just the type of thing to give you information, it also gives you the means to do something about what you discover.” He frowned softly.

“What exactly does that mean, then, Eddie?” A little girl from the front row asked.

He rolled his eyes at the girl, Lily,  who always wore purple, “If it shows you the greatest threat to your life, it will also give you the means to destroy it.”

“Well, what about the other one?” The girl’s twin, Rose, who always wore pink, asked.

“If we do the spell to show you the greatest treasure in your life, it will also give you the means to control the treasure,” Eddie replied as if all of this was meant to be understood with no explanation.

Robbie smiled too wide for his face and smacked his black polished stone between his two hands, “Well I’ve already got my lucky rock so, let’s go with the threat one!”

“Alright. Mrs. Anthony, could you please open the windows and turn off the lights for this?”

Mrs. Anthony didn’t get up but she did ask the girl sitting closest to the door to shut it and turn the lights off.

The entire classroom was silent as Robbie repeated the words Eddie told him to say, all the while rubbing his thumb against the side of the black stone Eddie had given him just the day before.

When Mrs. Anthony began to glow, a few students screamed but not EVERYONE started freaking out until on the whiteboard a vision was shown to the entire class of a woman carrying a giant gun into their school building, following over her shoulder to the door where their classroom was.

The woman had kinky-brown hair just like Mrs. Anthony. All the students in the vision looked up when the woman opened the door and she screamed at them to get up against the windows on the other side of the classroom so they were all facing outside. She then opened fire, a spray that had the children slumping in a bloody shredded mess against the bookcases below the window. In the vision, Robbie had hidden behind the teacher’s desk and as she was firing at the class,  he emerged to hit her over the back of the head with the end of a yard stick.

When the vision had ended, Mrs. Anthony looked deathly pale white. Some how in the hands of every child a knife had appeared. Robbie’s rock glowed with sickening green light. He threw it at Mrs. Anthony and she seized, her arms rising above her head as she began floating in midair. Every child rose from their desks and approached her. With little ceremony each one found themselves stabbing her with their knives. As each knife sunk into her flesh, it dissolved. Each child then passed out, as soon as the knives were lodged in. In the end, it was just Robbie and Eddie at the front of the room, watching Mrs. Anthony as she bled out over the dog-pile of murderous classmates, frozen in place by magic.

“What do we do now, Eddie?” Robbie asked, baffled.

“We hide the book and finish the spell. And then we find out what our next mission is from the book, like secret agents.”

Eddie sounded so sure then. He closed the thick leather bound book and walked back to his desk. He put the book in his backpack and zipped it away inside, hanging the straps around the back of his chair just like everyone else’s. He went back up to the front of the room to stand next to Robbie.

They looked at each other, took a deep breath, and shook hands. When they broke away, they looked up at Mrs. Anthony who was crying silently, sounds of pain muffled in her frozen throat. The green light of the magic binding her made Robbie’s freckles look like toad marks and caused Eddie to chuckle. After a throat clear from Robbie, they bit their lips and lodged the final two blades into Mrs. Anthony’s torso. They felt the knives disappear from their hands and their world fade away to darkness.

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