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Gender Swap AU

Well folks, it’s a genderbent AU! This isn’t based on any particular adaptation of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It’s less “This story, but w/ the characters as the opposite sex”, and more “How would their personalities/vices be applied to the opposite sex?” Ya get my drift? No? Well let’s dive head first into this anyways — ladies, gentlemen, and everything in between, I present to you: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Genderbend AU. First, a quick shoutout to Illord aka @mask131 for his assistance as I pretty much used bits and pieces of our conversation(s) we had with each other; w/ some minor edits.

1) Left to right: Willa Wonka, Charlie Bucket, Augusteen Gloop, Vernon Salt, Michelle TeaVee, Victor “Violet” Beauregarde.

Wonka Wonka (???): Here, her personality is a mix of Ms. Frizzle, Mary Poppins and Wonka (of course). Not much of a change honestly. She has a bit more sass and giddiness to her overall character I’d suppose. Charlie Bucket (13): Like always, Charlie character is kind and honest. I based her design based off old Cinderella storybook illustrations. Like Cinderella, she wishes to see the factory and a have better life for her family. I’m thinking she’d work at a diner as a waitress/cleaner. (Didn’t change her name cause Charlie can be used by both sexes XP). Augusteen Gloop (11): The gluttonous girl here is the product of the Fat Acceptance Movement; who her mother strongly supports. She encourages her daughter to eat excessively and unhealthily foods to maintain her “perfect figure” in an act of defiance against society’s views on what a woman’s figure should be (doing more harm than good to her daughter’s health). This is meant to be a jab at how both sides of the spectrum (underweight, overweight) are both equally unhealthy and bad for the body and there should be balance. Meets her endgame when she falls into the river and is sucked up the pipe. Her mother, like I said before, showss off Augusteen as a goood representation of the big beautiful women of the world; which truth being that the little girl is just a candy-addict deep down, a true junk food junkie. For the her demise, she falls into a stawberry chocolate river — cause you know, pink is commonly associated w/ girls and this a genderbend and all that. Vernon Salt (15): At first glance, Vernon is a very posh, very polite and typical snobbish upper class boy, the kind that has received a higher education and acts in a very adult, in a disdainful way... but, as soon as something is he wants is denied from him, he quickly becomes a childish spoiled brat, stomping his fit, using childish insults, crying, wailing and running to his parents. He constantly belittles others and flaunts his wealth and privilege to others w/ his many fur coats, trinkets and other valuable possessions. He wears these large fur coats as a means of making himself more imposing to others (i.e. Cruella de Vil). He meets his endgame in the Trail Mix Room, a stand-in for the Nut Room, where the ingredients of trail mix (berries, grains, nuts, chocolate) are sorted. Wonka uses highly trained weasels/stoat to sniff out anything that’s gone bad. When he goes down to claim one of them for himself he is attacked by the furry critters because of the scent of his fur coat — it being made from rabbit’s fur (an animal that is regularly hunted and eaten by stoats) and in the scuffle, he loses his coat to the weasels and trips falls down the garbage chute. Michelle TeaVee (16): Is a self proclaimed feminist/women’s rights activist (when in reality, it’s just an excuse for her to be rude to others and think highly of herself). She binge watches the news and relays what the TV says to others. Adding nothing new to the topic(s) she talks about having no original thoughts or opinions. Not even bothering to fact check them. She continually questions or “corrects” Wonka throughout the tour, which she pays no attention to and gives snappy rebuttals to her mumbling. Michelle spends her days watching TV nonstop, to prove how sexist and mysoginistic television is in general and fight to change television so that women have power - but in doing so, her wish for a "better television" is also sexist, but towards men (and even other races/cultures); mocking them, sticking them into the same stereotypes women are stuck into, etc. Her parents don’t really know what to do with her as a majority of the time they haven’t a clue on what she’s rambling about thus letting her get away w/ whatever (property damage, harassment, etc.) Victor Beauregarde (16): Victor “Violet” Beauregarde is a pro sportsman (who obnoxiously chews the same stick of gum constantly), but he only specialized in the type of sports that don't require a lot of physical effort and movement. Golfing, ping-pong, bowling or other soft sports for example. Stuff that really rich people with a lot of free time do, reinforcing the idea that his skill/talents are only skin-deep. He is very entitled, obnoxious, rude and believes no harm can befall upon him for his actions as his parents are always there to take care of it for him. He lacks foresight and lacks responsibility. Being a rather clueless idiot. He was given the nickname, “Violet” as a result of his vaguely violet coloured eyes (when really, they’re just blue), a physical trait that his folks have turned into his whole shtick as a means of helping him stand out amongst the crowd. Meets his endgame when he takes an experimental chewing gum despite Wonka’s warnings and turns into a big blueberry and has to be rolled off to be dejuiced. The dessert of the three course meal gum is changed to some other blueberry treat. 2) Victor Talking about his many accomplishments; one, of course, being the record holder for the longest chewed piece of gum. Charlie Bucket is extremely grateful and full of joy that she was the one to find the last golden ticket to visit the factory and meet Wonka. Vernon Salt flaunts his incredible wealth as well as his golden ticket. Acting as if it were the only one in the whole entire world. Augusteen Gloop doesn't talk a whole lot. Just stands there and smiles for the camera (as her mother is the one whose doing all the talking). Michelle TeaVee isn’t even talking about the golden ticket or the factory, but is ranting about politics n' other stuff. The reporter is utterly helpless and terrified.

3) - Charlie finding her Golden Ticket. - Wonka basically telling Michelle to "shut it". - Vernon (in a smaller coat he was wearing underneath his bigger one) having one of his temper tantrums. - Augusteen fantasizing about what else? Food. - Victor now as a blueberry.

4) A mix of the Tim Burton and '71 film, w/ my own flavouring added to the mix. : P 5) - Augusteen reaching down to the Strawberry Chocolate River, completely unaware of unstable ground crumbling beneath her. - Michelle, wanting to spread her views and opinions to a wider audience, teleports herself into the TV... It quickly goes horribly wrong. - Victor "Violet" Beauregarde starts living up to his nickname as he starts swelling up into a blueberry as a result of the chewing gum's dessert: blueberry cheesecake. - Vernon being attacked by stoats in the Trail Mix Room. His prized fur coats smell of rabbit (as that is where the fur is from) which just happens to be an animal that is commonly hunted by the stoats. In the scuffle, he trips and falls down the garbage chute. - Charlie enjoying a cherry lollipop in the Candy Room. 6) A (now) blue skinned, Victor enters Vernon’s room at a unfortunate moment. Vernon futilely tries to obscure what he's looking at, fumbling to quickly close the tab, but Victor's already seen it. This is why you should always knock on the door first before you enter. Stupid. I know. I thought it was funny. 7) The blue skinned Victor Beauregarde bonks Vernon Salt w/ the 'No Horny' stick, but is revealed that 'No' was a sticky note slapped over the words 'Mor'. Poor Victor is chased by Vernon à la Pepé Le Pew from Looney Tunes. It’s revealed that Michelle TeaVee who tampered w/ the bonk stick. We get the classic, “Ain’t I a stinker?” line from her at the end. As the last one was based on a meme, same applies for the sequel. That being the horny jail meme: knowyourmeme.com/memes/go-to-h…

8) The family members of the ticket winners brought to the tour: - Mr. Salt (loosely modelled off Mr. Salt from the '71 film, and Victoria's father from "Corpse Bride"). - Ms. Gloop (a mix of Queen of Hearts and Ursula). - Grandma Joanne (modelled after Angela Lansbury. Done so after seeing her on "Murder, She Wrote"). - Mr. Beauregarde (Sort of modelled after Eugene from the musical; the "V" is for Victor). - Mrs. TeaVee (Currently has a stuffy nose from her allergies; under recommendation of her 'internet savy' daughter, she hasn't used any name or store brand congestion removal sprays. Michelle doesn’t want the big companies to get their money).

#charlie and the chocolate factory #willy wonka #gender swap #genderbend #au #fan art #digital art #sketches #wonka #violet beauregarde #charlie bucket #veruca salt #mike teavee #augustus gloop #genderbend au

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Chapter 8 - The Two Of You (I)

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Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Series: Ein schlafender Ritter und die Liebe

Characters: Ritsu Sakuma (mentioned), Anja-Sophia 'Ann' Wolff (OC), Eli (OC by @watersofcamelot)

Summary: Eli has caught Ann staring like a dumbfounded fool for some time. He wants to know why and asks her directly. Her response is direct yet also somewhat jumbled. And... Maybe she’s got something in her eyes on top of that.

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Recently things have become a little… Nah, not really weird. Sis was always someone who was on the weird side of the spectrum. So when Eli claimed for Ann to act 'weird', it was just her being super out of character. Like fairly recently when it felt as if she had been observing Eli closer whenever they were spending time together. The way he stood, the way he walked and even the way he talked. At first he just shrugged it off but the more it happened the more it put him off. Something was amiss.

Doing something wrong? Eh, not really. Not that he thought so at least. She would have told him already and scolded him. When it came down to Ann, he knew her better than anyone could ever. And he wasn't saying that lightly. She wasn't easy to understand, let alone get behind. So him being one of the select few who even got the chance gave him the right to such a bold claim. The two were like siblings after all, sometimes secretly wondering if they were not related in truth. A lot lined up: Their attitudes, opinions, tastes:

Literally, a lot. Even when their conversations had been held via text, he could tell that she was different to him, which was odd. And once they saw another in person, things clicked. They just clicked. At first he just assumed that this was because she was in a foreign country and could barely communicate with anyone, Eli being her next best stop while also being a fluent English speaker thanks to his foreign roots. Both were able to communicate flawlessly after all. Even if Ann had intended and first asked to keep it in Japanese, Eli just couldn’t. It was too confusing for him, hard to figure out what she was trying to tell him. So the two stuck with English whenever alone or it just involves the two of them. It made conversations easier to handle.

Regardless, the idea of communication being the problem was dismissed just as quickly once she kept sticking around. Both were just inseparable at this point. May as well enjoy the year with her while it lasts.

Even with all of that in mind, there was one question he had to ask her…

"What's with the observations recently?" He threw in, not sugarcoating it. After all, she was keeping close watch ever since spotting Eli and that third year student. What did she call him? 'Ritsu–San'. So Ritsu is his name. And sis knew him… And 'Nyeli' dropped too… So both are his caretakers, probably. But she's been a little weird ever since. It was as if she had an even closer eye at Eli, closer than ever since. And it’s not the ‘I will keep watch until you behave’ type of deal either. No, this was some other type of look he had never seen before. It was as if she was researching the ‘natural behavior of an Eli in his natural habitat’ or something. She was observing him like some type of animal! What was he, an endangered species or something!? Actually, given what he loved to get himself into… Neh, that might not be too far off. But that didn’t really excuse her keeping such a close eye on him, did it? It was still somewhat of a weird experience.

Ann turned to Eli when he had spoken up. One of the few times he had some time to spare and decided to use this time to visit his sister in that office she was occupying. Finally he had gotten all of her attention and her face asked it all. Yet she felt the need to put it into words regardless: “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, something’s up.” He protested, not buying her confusion at any moment. She knew that he knew that she knew what she was doing. And there was a reason for it. And he would stop at nothing to figure out what it is, even if it took ages. He will figure it out. She was just lucky that he would not raise his fist at something like this towards her, she would have to do way worse than that. Now, if she was a random person, then he would consider it but… She wasn’t some rando. He was getting impatient either way. “What is it?”

“Playing dumb? I am… Just confused honestly.” She responded, either not catching on at all or she wanted him to be more specific and spill the beans. She can be difficult to deal with sometimes, he shouldn’t have to explain this after all.

“You watching me.” He responded, somewhat annoyed that he had to say it. The thought even made him shudder, because if there was no reason behind it… That would be just creepy. But there was a reason, from what he knew Ann was not acting without some thought process behind it. “What did I do? Spit it out.”

“Huh? You did so— Oh!” Sis sounded as if she had a sudden revelation, as if she had just noticed. Seriously? She was pulling Eli’s leg here, wasn’t she!? Or so he liked to believe. She quickly laughed it off however, continuing by saying: “Haha, nothing like that. You did nothing wrong outside of the usual.”

“Outside of the usual? Oh geez…” He rolled his eyes and added it with a certain snarky tone. But she meant nothing by it and besides, she wasn’t too far off.

Doesn’t mean that he was sorry, that was certain. Not these days at least. “Then what is it? Something funny on my face?”

“Ah, nothing like that either. Don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, because you telling me to not worry always worked.”

“Hey, you can quit the sarcasm. I mean it, nothing is wrong. It’s just… I started to notice some… Similarities.”

That made him tilt his own head. Similarities? To what? What’s the meaning of that now? Has she lost her mind or something!? “Sis, the last thing we need are two of me existing.”

“Oh come on, it wouldn’t be too bad.” She joked though he was only left deadpan at this comment.

“No, I’m being serious. Unless you want to see the world burn… Actually, that would give me an excuse to get that flamethrower I saw the other day. I could blame it on my twin if I had one.”

“Eli, what did we say about those jokes?”

“Who said I was joking?”

Ann sighed, only sitting back in her chair with crossed arms. “Of course you’d say that…”

“See what I mean by having a second me would be the last thing we need now?”

“Guess it’s too late for that then.” She mumbled, though still loud enough for his ears to catch the sound of her voice as well as the exact words she had spoken. “Because the two of you… I can’t help it.”

“The two of me and who?” He said, growing more confused before being left to think for a moment. She had never acted like this, only until the day where she found Eli under the tree, when he was talking to that other kid. Or should he rather say guy? He was shorter than Eli but that guy was an upperclassman so that guy might fit better… Ah, what did it matter honestly? It meant crap! Just that dude… Wait… Hold on, did she mean—

“You talking about this Ritsu guy?”

“Yes, you and Ritsu!” She responded, nodding with a surprisingly wide smile. Ok, now she’s lost her mind. They weren’t that similar. “At first I thought it was just your looks! But the more I think about it, the more I can see it!”

Yeah, she’s completely lost it now…

“And that matters because?” Eli asked, not amused by this. He couldn’t stand it, being compared to some guy… It made him somewhat frustrated but he tried to hold it back. He didn’t want to snap at his sis for seemingly no reason. But it wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to hear. Unless she is driving insane, that would explain a lot in this situation.

“W... Well, i guess… Not much.” She admitted at the very least, smiling a little nervously. “Except to me maybe.”

“How come?”

“Well… He’s pretty much the only other person I talk to these days.”

This made Eli raise an eyebrow though answered one of his suspicions. The two knew one another and were somewhat close. So that was correct. Still, being similar to some guy… He was not sure what to think about this actually. “That’s why you go on an analysis spree?”

“Haha, maybe a little.” She admitted sheepishly. “It just started to make sense. Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable without realizing. I’ll try to keep myself under control.”

“You better…” He muttered, though the thought stuck in his own head. He and the Ritsu guy, similar to one another… Actually, he didn’t see it, not really at least. Sounds kinda far fetched. There was no way her words held any truth in that regard, right? No way. This was not just a claim in denial to keep himself in check. There was just no way in his mind. No one would even want to be similar to him. This was just a bunch of nonsense, wasn’t it?

‘ I have to see it to believe it. ’

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Regressor!Taishiro Headcanons

(with cg!Monika)

When you work as a pro-hero for long enough, eventually you come to see everything the hero course attempted to prepare you for. Even the stuff that seemed like you would never encounter. At least, that's what it feels like for Taishiro. He's been on the scene for several years and even has his own agency going now, but the biggest surprise? The fact that his hero psych courses that he took when he was still a Shiketsu student weren't lying when it came to age regression being a fairly prevalent coping mechanism—it's one of the industry's best kept secrets, though somewhat of an open one amongst the pros themselves. There's been a time or two when he's had someone drop on him—which of course wasn't an issue, different strokes and all that—but it left him feeling a certain way that he couldn't quite identify (which admittedly threw him off a bit since he's got a pretty high emotional intelligence). And of course when he brings it up with someone they come to the "obvious" conclusion that he'd make a great cg. Maybe that's true, but the suggestion doesn't settle right with him. In fact, the idea of being a cg makes him feel uncomfortable for some reason, and there's a small part of him that believes he might fall on the other end of the spectrum.

His suspicions eventually get confirmed. The first time he drops is not long after a major fight against a villain where he had to use up all of his stored fat, causing him to shrink down to a size that he's not used to being these days. Not too uncommon, since that sort of thing happens. But something is different this time, something is off, and for some reason he feels a lot smaller than normal (and not just in a physical sense). Taishiro tries to wade through the steadily increasing fog in mind to try and make sense of what is happening, and he thinks he knows, but...but he doesn't fit there, does he? Everyone always tells him how good he'd be at taking care of someone someone like him. He doesn't believe he really fits the bill either so to speak, but maybe like this someone would consider that he wasn't lying, that he was little too. So as the rest of the heroes and law enforcement involved pick up the pieces and clean up the scene, Taishiro needs help, and after scanning those present spots somebody he knows he can trust: Monika.

Monika can tell something is up with Taishiro—they've worked together for a long time after all, and even hang out on their off days. Despite all of that, it wouldn't take a master investigator to notice the glossy sheen of unshed tears in his eyes, or the way he is chewing at his lower lip. She is quick to excuse both of them, claiming that she's taking him to get some medical attention (although she's equally as quick to explain to a nervous Taishiro that, Don't worry, I'm just getting you someplace quiet. Everything is a-okay, bug). It's not possible for her to ignore the way he clings to her hand, nor is it possible to ignore the innocent and trusting way he looks at her. All it takes is a couple of questions once they are somewhere away from the public eye before Monika has her answer that, yes, Taishiro is regressing. It's almost too easy of a decision for her to take him back to her place for the afternoon to look after him, though she suspects he would have followed her home regardless (looking for all the world the part of a lost little duckling, what with that white-blonde fluff of his no longer hidden beneath his hood).

It becomes increasingly obvious just how low on the scale Taishiro regresses. By the time they are at Monika's apartment he's chewing on the tattered remnants of his jacket sleeve, his costume having gotten irreparably torn during the fight that feels like it happened forever ago now. And so while there's no risk of him ruining it, it is dirty—though as soon as Monika tries to gently redirect him she's got a very teary baby on her hands. Taishiro is tiny, and it's apparent that he's going to need some gear once she has a minute to place an online order. But in the meantime she soothes him with the tried-and-true method of pulling a number of silly faces until his crying turns into hiccups, and those hiccups turn into a few soft giggles. Monika is quick to find something in her apartment to occupy him once he has calmed down, which happens to take the form of a box of graham crackers. There's plenty of cracker crumbs and cinnamon sugar dust coating his cheeks by the time he's done, but he doesn't try to go for his sleeve again so she'll take it as a win.

Once he's regressed that first time however, it's as if the flood gates have been opened and Taishiro finds that he hovers at the edge of small quite often now that he recognizes it for what it is! But most often he still tries to regulate his headspace to when he's physically smaller—which is something that Monika notices and sets about working on with him, encouraging him to regress even when he doesn't undergo the physical and mental stress that comes with shedding his standard size. With her help, he eventually comes to find his regression can correspond to other things too (and can definitely occur when he's still his regular size, as it often does). Taishiro gets to the point where he'll start slipping if he gets very excited or happy about something, his elation bleeding over into his smallspace—making him a very happy little guy most of the time. He forgets to be worried over being too much to handle, and instead focuses on the important things. Like what kind of milk he wants in his bottle or what story he wants Monika to read to him during naptime (the answers of course being strawberry milk and A Bad Case of Stripes).

While he might be on the tiny end of the regression spectrum, he's not exactly one of those babies that are big on spending most of their small time asleep. He's got nothing against naptime and goes down pretty easy, but he is still very active and is into everything—he is very much a sensory focused little guy, always wanting to explore different textures and such. But the soft sensory toys that he has can only keep him occupied for so long. If Monika doesn't keep a careful eye on him, he's liable to toddle off and make a mess. His mess of choice almost always being the ever-enticing activity of making what Monika has fondly dubbed the "shampoo potion" in the bathroom—Taishiro would watch the different colored shampoos and soaps pour out of their bottles for hours if he could, something about the viscosity of how it flows into the basin of the sink making him calm, the soft colors and floral scents pulling him in and keeping him entranced. By the time she finds him he's making sticky sweet scented handprints on the mirror, shampoo bottles scattered around him and forgotten.

Taishiro is also prone to forgetting his own strength when he's small and that he isn't supposed to be using it. That isn't to say he's destructive though, far from it in fact. He's incredibly gentle with his many plushies and the things around him. No, the issue of his strength comes up in regards to what this baby can lift. When he gets very happy he's quick to sweep up Monika in a hug and doesn't think to put her down right away. Says Oh, carry big sister Monika? Carry her around like the teddy bear? Cuddles for one thousand years? It's not really a problem per se, since she finds it more endearing than anything. After all, there is no harm in it and he's just a bouncy little guy that wants to show his affection to one of his most favorite people ever. So what if it's usually cgs that carry their regressors? Nothing wrong with it—until she needs to do something, that is. Then it's all pouts from him as she promises her little bug that they can cuddle more after she makes lunch. She drives a hard bargain for sure, but the allure of a good lunch is too much for him to refuse.

#sfw agere #bnha #bnha agere #toyomitsu taishiro #agere toyomitsu taishiro #kaniyashiki monika #agere kaniyashiki monika #moons hcs

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ADRIAN BISHOP (He/Him) is a CIS-MALE, TWENTY-SEVEN, year old TRAINEE FLORIST and BARISTA who has been living in Moorbrooke for 15 YEARS (with a break for college). They were born on JUNE 24TH and right now they are currently residing in OAKLEY COURT. It has been said they look suspiciously like GAVIN LEATHERWOOD and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose BROKEN by ALFIE TEMPLEMAN.

Basic Information

Full Name: Adrian Bishop Nickname(s): He doesn’t particularly have any but will accept them from those closest to him. Age: twenty-seven (27) Birthday: June 24th Current Location: Moorbrooke, Maine, USA Nationality: American Gender: cis male Pronouns: he/him Orientation: Labels himself homosexual but has dated and slept with people across the gender spectrum. Occupation: Trainee/Junior Florist at Flossie’s Florist, Barista in Art Gallery Cafe. Self Employed artist. Living Arrangements: Small one bedroom apartment in Oakley Court. Language(s) Spoken: English Height: 5 foot 10 Tattoos: None as of yet Face Claim: Gavin Leatherwood

Health

Physical Ailments: None Neurological Conditions: None Allergies: Latex Sleeping Habits: Recently more so than ever Adrian has no real sleeping habit. While a sleeping routine was something he strived for in his youth since leaving for college at 21 it’s never returned. Now he’s lucky to sleep solidly through the night. Eating Habits: Inconsistent meal times but always ensures he gets his three main meals a day. A bad habit for snacking but uses the excuses of fuelling his exercise to justify it. Exercise Habits: Adrian enjoys working out, especially if the gym is quiet. Is also a keen runner. Does at least one exercise session a day. Emotional Stability: What do you count as being stable? Sociability: Adrian’s always been on the quieter side but he very much enjoys being social. Since returning from college his attitude has changed a little and he’s becoming less quiet. Addictions: Caffeine, nicotine Drug Use: Yes Alcohol use: Not overly excessive drinker, mainly socially. Will have some red wine or whisky in his flat just in case of solo emergencies.

Extra

Zodiac Sign: Cancer sun, Taurus moon, Capricorn Rising. MBTI: ISFP

Biography

The Bishop’s had known early on in their marriage that they weren’t going to be able to have their own child and had made the decision that they were going to go the route of adoption. Things fell into place perfectly and Adrian was born and become the first son of the Bishop family. He was the apple of their eye, the perfect child that they had wanted so dearly finally in their life and with all the good intentions in the world they frequently reminded him of that.

Adrian never wanted for anything at any point in his childhood, his parents working hard and providing for all of his wants. They catered for his love of art from a young age, putting him into classes and providing him with all the materials that he needed. They were the perfect little family of three and they were in a routine, one that worked. Adrian was able to thrive, excelling his way through school and constantly living up to the title of his parent’s ‘perfect little miracle’. A title he wore proudly despite how heavy it was. He was always quiet, did just as he was told and excelled in whatever he put his mind to. There were always some worries in the adults around him that he was a little too quiet but nothing that was a huge concern. It was always put down to spending too much time in adult company. When his parents got this note at a school visit it was the final sign they needed that confirmed their thoughts - it was time to expand the family.

They began the adoption process again, this time deciding that there were so many children in the system who were often overlooked for babies that they’d help wherever they could. That was how his first sibling entered Adrian’s life. From the beginning it was a flurry of mixed emotions. Adrian’s life had been pretty perfect, everything was going well and he was doing great but the prospect of a sibling was definitely an appealing one. He approached the idea of his new little brother with all the excitement he could muster and the protective big brother instincts kicked in pretty quickly. However, it turned out things weren’t going to be quite how he imagined them. His new brother was much more of a hot-head than Adrian was ready for and it was a bit of a rocky road for the pair - but despite their clearly very different personalities the brother bond grew quickly. It was awkward, tough at times, but they loved each other.

When his father told him one day, a year or so after Max had joined the family, that they were moving across the country he found it hard to not blame this huge change on the arrival of his brother. Things had never quite settled and the framing of a ‘new start for everyone’ didn’t quite appeal to Adrian. He was happy where he was, he didn’t need a new start. But, the Bishop’s perfect little miracle did as he always did. He smiled, he nodded and he made sure everyone else was happy and okay. They moved to Moorbrooke and everything started again.

In his new setting Adrian’s love for art began to flourish even more. Through his teenage years Adrian’s role in the family as the mediator, the quiet and helpful one who was always there with a smile on his face to put people back together and keep things ticking over began to take its toll. While he never let on to anyone the stress it was causing him, instead plastering the same smile on his face as he always did, he turned to his paints as a way to express himself. He began to see it as more than just his fun hobby to express himself and instead began to consider it as a possible career. Adrian never really came out of his shell other than with his small knit of friends and family. He remained a well liked and respected person throughout the town as he continued through school and into the end of his teenage years but most people of Moorbrooke probably wouldn’t be able to tell you much about him.

As school finished Adrian began applying to art schools. For a couple of years he got nothing but rejections, taking on a full time job at the local art gallery to keep himself busy while he continue to create and apply. It was approaching his 21st birthday when a late acceptance for a small art school in New York came through. Initially he was raked with guilt at the thought of leaving his family, they had given him everything and while he’d made this decision a while ago the fact it was now a reality made it seem harsh. He was so used to being around to make sure everyone was alright that he was worried things would fall apart without him.

The week of his leaving for New York came and something came over Adrian. It was if 21 years of being everyone’s ‘perfect little miracle’, the pristine child who held everything together, got too much for him and he needed to let them know. Adrian unloaded on his parents, releasing all of the pent of resentment he had for them, that he didn’t get to embrace his youth in ways he should have because of the pressures they’d put on him. He unloaded on Max, telling him that the trouble he’d caused the family with his outbursts throughout life was nothing short of ungrateful for the unrelenting love he had been given. Adrian was very harsh with his brother, his final words to him before leaving essentially telling him that he had no faith in him - that he was sure he’d fuck everything up while he was gone and this time he wasn’t going to fix it for him.

Adrian left for New York on a sour note but one that made him feel free, like he had left behind a load of baggage and now he was going to get to start again.

For the first few years the Bishop family (except their mother) barely heard from him. Adrian didn’t come home for the holidays, instead opting to go with his new friends or staying in the City. No one in Moorbrooke knew that the quiet little art boy they knew was in the City finding himself, getting up to things he never imagined he would and making choices that he would never get over. After almost three years of what was basically radio silence a very different Adrian appeared home for Thanksgiving. It was awkward but joyous, they were all back together at least. From then on the contact stayed minimal but Adrian made sure he was back home for every holiday.

Adrian stayed in New York for five years, throughout his studies and a couple of years of trying his best to find a way to sustain a lifestyle there while trying to create an art career. No one ever came to visit, he never brought anyone from his New York life home and when he eventually returned to Moorbrooke a very different man there were so many unanswered questions that he refused to address.

Adrian moved back home, getting himself an apartment in Oakley Court and his old job at the Art Gallery to begin. He was lost, a man unsure what to do with his life as he trudged through his return to the city for months on end in a loop. That was when the junior florist opportunity came up - something new. Adrian jumped at the opportunity. For the last few months he has been learning all that he can about his new trade, working part-time in the small cafe at the Art Gallery and trying to piece together a life for himself in Moorbrooke.

The questions remain. Will the ghosts that he ran away from in New York come back to haunt him? Will his family every get over the way he treated them and things go back to normal? Will he ever make it as an artist in a way that he can sustain himself on it?

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What do you think about that moment in season 4 when Kelso said that the reason he was cheating on Jackie so much is that she was putting him down a lot? Do you believe him or do you think it was just an excuse? I mean I would believe him if he didn't get back together with her an episode after only to ghost her and hook up with a bunch of other women right after.

That scene and episode for Jackie and Kelso is a total retcon of their relationship history to justify Kelso's months of cheating and lying to Jackie. The writers clearly wanted the audience to sympathize with Kelso and ground his bad behavior in what they deemed an understandable motivation.

Ultimately, though, it blames Jackie for Kelso's choices --- and accuses Jackie of doing and saying things the series neither showed her doing nor had Kelso (or a witness) describe her as doing.

As written, Kelso isn't lying about the Tater Tot incident driving him to cheat on Jackie with Pam Macy. He believes this is true, and the writers wanted the audience to believe it, too. It's total B.S., however, in-unverse and in the real world.

Yes, Jackie does insult Kelso at times during their S1-S2 relationship and their S3-S4 relationship. He often earns Jackie's wrath and frustration, but she could have -- and should have -- chosen to express it in a respectful way. That being said, Kelso cheating on Jackie and covering it up is a major source of her frustration at him, as are his lies, his own insults to her, not caring about her safety / using her as a human shield, etc.

On the other end of the spectrum, Jackie supports Kelso consistently in following whatever endeavor he has for a given episode, defends him to his / their friends, encourages him / bolsters his confidence, etc. So Kelso's claim in "Everybody Loves Casey" (4x26) that [Jackie] is always putting [him] down (...) and it makes [him] feel bad about himself]. And that is why [he] cheated," doesn't hold up against the evidence.

That episode's stance is a misogynistic one, putting the responsibility of Kelso's mistreatment of Jackie on Jackie. He (and the writers) take back Kelso's heartfelt, character-developing / redeeming apology and remorse from "Donna's Panties" (3x15) (and, yes, that sentence sounds funny because of the episode's name, lol).

In "Love, Wisconsin Style" (4x27), the show continues to paint Kelso as if he's not only been an injured party all along in his relaitonship(s) with Jackie but also that he's now the more injured party. Jackie must allow Kelso to kiss another girl to absolve herself of her transgressions while Kelso isn't held to the same standard after doing far worse to Jackie than he's ever done to her -- on-screen, during their storylines, and not told to us four seasons later in a monologue we've been given no proof happened (i.e. the aforementioned Tater Tot incident).

The show had its chance to redeem Kelso's character. Instead, it doubles-down on his awfulness yet doesn't hold Kelso truly accountable for it. He suffers few consequences, and the show's general attitude toward him seems to be, "Yes, he does terrible things to other people, but he really can do no wrong because he's so funny."

For further reading, check out my metas:

Jackie Kissing Todd “the Cheese Guy” and Kelso’s Reaction

False Equivalency: Kelso’s “Most Romantic Gesture” Toward Jackie

The History of Kelso’s Cheating on Jackie

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The Lingerie Game

{An Obey Me Fic} -- F!MC

Synopsis: A game is happening at the House of Lamentation— anyone who sees MC not fully clothed will get the opportunity to spend 12 hours time alone with her wearing lingerie of their choice.

Chapter One: Pre-Game Show

>>CH2

warnings: mildly n.s.f.t, sexual themes, strip teasing

Mammon walks in on MC changing and chaos ensues when the rest of the house finds out.

Word Count: 2767

Without warning, the bedroom door swings open, revealing Mammon barging into the room, apparently too eager to knock. “Yo, MC!” Also too eager to wait for a reply, he begins spewing his new money-making idea to his already decided partner, oblivious to anything but his own ideas. All he notices is that MC is there, facing away from him.

MC, meanwhile, was changing out of her school uniform when Mammon had burst through the door. Uncaring about that fact, and already pantless, she turns to face him, making a noncommittal comment as she does so. In the same second, she continues to undress, removing her shirt and tossing it aside before returning her view to Mammon. Upon this, she is met with what appears to be a body frozen in time, plagued by silence. She also notices that, although paralyzed with a face expressing unspoken shock, it seems as though he is studying her, as if to confirm his understanding of the situation. With each dart of his eyes, the redder his face becomes.

Tired of the silence, MC attempts to gain Mammon’s attention by calling his name. However, no words seem to break the barrier of silence that has surrounded him. Receiving no response, she escalates her attempts by walking toward him.

Snapping out of his daze, Mammon finally stutters out, “What are ya doin’?!”

“I'm changing,” MC responds curtly. Then, seeing how her conversation partner is no longer a statue, well, no longer mute, at least, she goes back to putting on her house clothes.

“Why ya doin' it in front of me?!” Although reacting in protest, Mammon makes no efforts to look away. Rather, his focus is solely upon the very thing he's protesting. Every action she takes is absorbed by him. He’s determined to commit this image to memory.

“You barged in without knocking. Leave if you’re so distressed about it.” Exasperation almost takes her. But before it can, mischief assumes her thoughts instead. “Though, it seems to me that you’re enjoying the show.” She goes on to put on her shirt very pointedly, making sure to maintain eye contact the entire time.

Mammon bumbles out a half-excuse, claiming to be taken off-guard, yet remains in the room. A fact, that does not get by MC, who's expression clearly relays this awareness. An expression undeniably saying, but you’re still here.

The atmosphere finally catches up to Mammon and he makes a hasty escape, leaving the door wide open as he flees.

Could’ve at least closed the door. Instead of closing it herself, however, she decides to just finish dressing, she was practically done anyway. As she pulls up her second pantleg, she hears another voice calling out to her.

“It’s always a treat to see Mammon’s teased expression!” The pure joy in Asmo’s voice could not be mistaken. “What did you do this time?” Although he asked this, by the end of his sentence he had more than an inkling of what just happened as he observes his surroundings. “No way. You didn’t…”

“Relax, Asmo. He just walked in on me changing.” she knows she needs to interject before his thoughts are left to wander.

“Liar! There’s obviously more to it!”

Knowing she won’t be let off the hook so easily, MC briefly and reluctantly explains the event in as little detail possible, hoping to satisfy Asmodeus’ pressing curiosity.

However, all this does is excites him more and he bombards her with increasingly personal questions. This is what she was dreading. Out of all the brothers to find out about this and it had to be the Avatar of Lust.

“Stop being nosy.” A swift flick of the forehead causes all of Asmo's questions to come to a halt.

“So mean.”

MC walks past Asmo and out into the hall. He follows at her heels, not yet done with the conversation.

“That was such a waste on Mammon,” Asmo pouts, wrapping his arms around MC's waist. Continuing, he rests his head on her shoulder, and tempts one last question, “When do I get my show?”

Finding it difficult to walk now, she stops, turns her head slightly to see him, and says “When you walk in on me changing.” With that, she removes his hands, which had begun to gently grasp her shirt, lifting it ever so slightly.

It was when she did this that he realized he was even holding onto the fabric like that. He was so concentrated on hearing her answer that he didn’t notice his hands clenching in anticipation. But he’s not concerned about that now. No, he’s preoccupied with turning her answer into a deal construed only in his mind.

“I accept!” His response is swift and filled with loud glee. And just like that, he disappears down the hallway, leaving MC to question just what exactly he’s accepting. She quickly decides it’s not worth thinking too much about, opting to continue heading to the library as she originally intended instead. Reading as she waits for dinner is a much better use of time than trying to analyze whatever is going on in Asmo’s head.

Dinner is ready at last, and everyone is gathered at the table, all set to eagerly enjoy their food. However, before that is able to happen, an absence is called into question. Mammon is missing from the table. Yet, this causes only a brief setback as they all begin to eat anyway. The lack of Mammon’s presence receives barely a fleeting acknowledgement, much to the annoyance of Lucifer, who originally brought up the matter. Noticing this, Asmo takes it upon himself to clear up the mystery.

“MC gave him a strip tease earlier. He’s probably still recovering.” There was definitely connotation in that last word, and knowing Asmo it was sexual. When he says this, his face shows nothing but delight. About what, exactly, is up for debate.

In contrast to the brothers’ nonreaction to Mammon’s absence, this announcement stopped them dead in their tracks. Asmo had everyone’s attention and was relishing in it. They all were staring at him, waiting for him to go on, while occasionally stealing glances at MC. Was her face saying this was true? On the reverse, knowing this was going to happen, she continues eating. Her face reads nothing but unfazed. That is, until Asmo adds that he’ll be next.

“I don’t remember that part,” MC retorts promptly, breaking from her next bite to stare slightly questioning at Asmo. Such a comment provoked further uproar in the brothers, who now took Asmo's previous statement as confirmed.

“But you remember giving Mammon a strip tease?!” Levi blurts out. Then, realizing what he just said, reflexively covers his mouth. In the same moment, all focus was instantly on MC as the brothers await her answer.

“It wasn’t really a strip tease. More so a…” she stops midsentence, searching for the appropriate word. “What’s the opposite of strip?” She quickly dismisses her own question, however, and continues, “Anyway, I wasn’t taking off my clothes. I was putting them on.” Well, when the actual teasing started, at least.

Another query is added to the pile when Satan calls into question what Asmo meant by being next. To which Asmo brings the spotlight back to him and relays the one-sided deal he made with MC. That being, that when he catches her changing, he’ll get his own strip show. He goes on to express his excitement in being able to see a new side of her, giddy at the prospect.

That’s what he meant. Realizing just what Asmo was accepting earlier, MC let’s out a small sigh. Any eating has all been stopped–well, except Beel, who still manages to take bites despite the ruckus. Otherwise, questions and protests fill the air. The only two not participating is the star herself, and Lucifer, who looks like he is getting more aggravated by the second. MC, meanwhile, is on the opposite side of the spectrum, simply exhausted by the commotion and is just wanting to enjoy the meal she was looking forward to.

“You guys are making this into a bigger deal than it is. He just saw me wearing underwear. Nothing more. It wasn’t even cute.” A tinge of defeat hung in her last sentence.

“Tell that to Mammon," Belphie teased.

“Enough! This talk is hardly appropriate for dinner!” Lucifer finally went off. He’s ending this conversation once and for all.

At least, that was his intention. The topic immediately returns when MC's claim is challenged by Asmo's so-called deal. This provokes a deadly glare from Lucifer. Unfortunately, it was Satan who reignited the conversation, who promptly ignored the eyes attempting to bore into him. He does make a point of letting Lucifer know this, though, giving him a quick sideways stare before returning his gaze to MC.

She really thought Lucifer could save her from this. She’s actually going to have to explain such a nonincident. And then there’s Asmo making it far worse than she anticipated. Fine, so be it. Having resigned herself, she gathers her energy to put this matter to rest. But before she’s able to say even a word, Lucifer's voice pierces her ears.

“Don’t encourage them,” he speaks flatly, but the authority he holds is ever-so clear. If he can’t control his brothers, he’ll just have to restrain the source.

The pre-empted scold chills MC. The discomfort brings a blessing, though. She has an excuse to not indulge her interrogators further. Yet, she doesn’t care for being targeted by Lucifer like that. It’s hardly her fault. For the most part, at least. Still, she obliges him, leaving everyone else to quietly ruminate on what the truth could be.

Tension accompanies this silence. It’s only a matter of time before one of the brothers breaks. They were all dissatisfied with how the conversation ended, aside from Asmo who was smiling to himself the entire time. Nevertheless, there was no resolution. Is there really a deal between Asmo and MC? The question plagues everyone’s mind.

While the brothers were stricken with anticipation, MC felt an impending doom. They could only be held off for so long. Especially when it concerned her, even more so with a subject like that. She could tell they are almost up to their limit—glances are being stolen at her more and more frequently. In fact, Beel somehow still has food on his plate—probably distracted by the discourse earlier—and he isn’t prepping for another bite. Further, the expression on his face reads rather pensive. His speculation has caught up to him. He’s about to say something for sure.

“MC,” Lucifer blocks any attempts before they could begin. “Go bring Mammon his plate.” He looks at her sharply, with a face clearly saying that he’s not asking. It’s time to remove the source now, it seems.

She’s reluctant to go despite this. Having to deal with Mammon is almost as bad as being badgered by the others. But the way Lucifer is looking at her gives the impression that she doesn’t want to be here for what happens next. Giving in, she takes the plate meant for Mammon, much to the disappointment of Beel who had been eyeing his food from the start, and heads to his room. With this, she leaves the brothers behind in the wake of Lucifer’s wrath.

He must have been thinking of a punishment the entire time, she notes as she walks away from loud objections and pleading yells. She doesn’t pay attention for too long, however, as she has to prepare to manage whatever Mammon is about to throw her way. He’s really fussing over nothing. It’s just underwear. Common everyday underwear.

“It wasn’t even cute,” she complains again to herself, burying her head against a nearby wall. “Damnit.”

Realizing she too was now fussing over it, although for a different reason, she quickly shakes her head once to clear her thoughts. Whatever, all she has to do is get him to open the door. Then she can give him his food and tomorrow this will all be a thing of the past.

She finally reaches his room and gives two knocks on the door, calling out his name as she does so. A few seconds go by without an answer, and she calls out again, this time stating she has his dinner. Again, she is met with silence.

“Mammon, I know you’re in there. The light is on.” As soon as she says this, the light that was seeping from under the door instantly vanishes. “That’s not how that works!” She tries the handle only to find the door is locked. Refusing to give up, she resolves to ordering Mammon to come get his food.

It’s unsuccessful, however, as the door remains shut. Another tactic is needed. A short exhale escapes her mouth as she leans against the wall by the door.

“You know, Asmo has it in his head that if he sees me changing that I’ll do a strip tease for him.”

The door violently bursts open at this, and Mammon suddenly appears to exclaim an indignant ‘what’ only to cower backwards when he meets MC's eyes. He breaks his gaze as his face becomes visibly redder but doesn’t close the door again. MC takes this chance to offer him his plate of food, which he greedily accepts, still refusing to make eye contact.

“Well?” He attempts to probe for a further explanation.

“What?”

“You- how did Asmo get that idea?!" Mammon instinctively looks at MC and immediately regrets it as he feels his face instantly burn even hotter. He can’t look at her now. The memory is too fresh. The time he spent memorizing her features is now his downfall.

MC inevitably decides to appease him, going on to explain the events following his escape, and how Asmo decided to take her words literally.

“Shoulda known better. It is Asmo we’re talkin’ about here,” Mammon responds in a nonchalant manner, trying a bit too hard to seem unbothered.

MC is tempted to tease him about this, but shrugs the urge away, not wanting to make Mammon go running again. She’s finding him rather endearing like this; she can’t ruin it so early.

“I can’t even begin to imagine what Asmo is expecting, though. I mean, really,” she opts to give her thoughts on the supposed deal instead. “He won’t be seeing anything special. It's not like I just wear lingerie all the time.” She goes silent after that last sentence. Wait, no. That’s it.

“Mammon, how would you like to see me wearing lingerie?” She speaks with excitement, an idea forming in her head.

As a response, Mammon attempts to slam the door shut, he can barely take the conversation as it is. The door gets stopped before he’s able to completely close it, though, as MC pushes back with her hand. She’s not going to allow that to happen.

“No, seriously!” She hastily begins to explain what’s going through her head. “It’ll be a game!”

This got Mammon's attention, just like she thought it would, and he let’s go of the door he’s been trying to close. He’s all ears now.

She continues, “Okay, so, I’m building off of the deal Asmo made up, right? But, instead of a strip tease, if someone sees me not fully dressed, then they get to choose some lingerie for me to wear for them.” As she’s talking, it’s obvious that her thoughts are going straight from her brain to her mouth, no time is being spent on developing them.

Mammon counters her proposal with the fact that by those rules, he's already won. She quickly rebuttals by saying that all's that left is the reward then. This brought Mammon back around, his interest clearly showing, even if he's pretending it’s not.

“I get to choose, huh?” He asks this mostly to himself. Endless amounts of questions start forming in his mind. Eventually, he expresses one. “W-what happens after I choose the-,” he stops midsentence, unable to say the word. Instead, he rephrases, “Is there more to this reward?”

MC reflects on this for a little bit, leaving Mammon to get more anxious with each second his question remains in limbo. “There should be, huh? I’ll work on the details tonight.” She pauses for a moment before concluding, “Just be in the library after school. This is gonna be fun!”

With that, MC leaves down the hallway, on her way to create a game that will certainly stir up trouble in the House of Lamentation.

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❧ 13. spectrum of change

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❧ A/N: dun dun dun!

It is quite easy to string together a few words with confidence, despite an absence of truth. How simple is it to sing out the words “I have changed”? Perhaps, the issue is that it should not be that simple. There should be some weight sewn into the declaration, one that carries consequences. However, as unfortunate as it is, many will claim they have changed, and most will have nothing to prove the truth of the statement.

That being said, you were not the rule. You were the exception.

The question that remained was… where did Daiki fall on the spectrum?

Prior to re-entering the ballroom, you adjusted your posture and plastered a dim professional smile to your features. Playing the aloof heartbreaker was meant to be reserved for Iwaizumi. Yet, perhaps that was a performance you needed to adopt when addressing your ex as well. And it should be known, that you could do it. Further, it would be an easier task in the current circumstances, considering your complicated history with the radio host.

Well, complicated may be an understatement.

When you stepped into the main space, the silver haired male did not waste a moment. Shifting his attention to you, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. But what caught you by surprise was the sliver of warmth that ignited for a split second when he took in your presence. It was as though you broke through his performative armour, a fact that he tried to immediately conceal.

“Sorry about that! What did I miss?” Internally you coached yourself to remain civil, but the longer you maintained eye contact with him, the more your true feelings began to tug at your chest.

“No need to apologize. I was just telling the lovely couple about our past.” The nonchalant tone that accompanied his explanation created a knot inside your stomach. You knew whatever he must have told them would have been fabricated or, a brief account that did not touch upon the many imperfections that poisoned your history. “Ya know, how we used to date when we were kids. It seems that fate brought us back together. Dontcha think?”

A gentle “hm” in acknowledgement sounded within the confines of your throat. You would have offered a sarcastic comment in return if another voice did not chime in without warning.

“Maybe our love will renew yours! Isn’t that exciting honey?” The bride to be bounced o the spot towards her partner, who replied with a laugh. The remark only provided Daiki with the confidence to continue his provocative behaviour.

“Yeah, y/n. Maybe this time will be the right time.” After dipping an eyelid into a wink, the radio host puckered his lips in an imitation kiss. “Whatcha say to falling in love with me again?”

“You were always so funny, Seto.” The humourless laughter bubbling from your throat sliced at your esophagus, but you paid it no mind. Truly by funny you meant infuriating. “And as much as I’m enjoying this reunion, I need to go pick up the sample desserts right now. I’ll be in contact with you when I need to discuss your duties as the host.”

The perfect excuse to leave the vicinity to regain your sanity. Yes. It should have been perfect.

“Oh, that’s awkward, huh?” Daiki directed the observation towards the couple, which only caused your internal alarm to increase in sound. “I’m actually going to be helping ya with everything. They want my input on all the stuff you’re working on, sooo. I guess we’re gonna be partners for the next few months.”

It was no longer possible to mask your reaction, and as your eyes widened naturally, Daiki grinned at you mischievously.

So where did he fall on the spectrum of change? You would find out very very soon, whether you wanted to or not.

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[OM!] All Demon Brothers + Undateables as Babysitters (Part 1)

Scenario: For the sake of the exchange program (probably), the entire cast is now in charge of taking care of kids ranging from infants to pre-K children at a daycare with you. Headcanons on what type of babysitter they would be + whatever cute shenanigans that may occur

Note: Baby fever!! Inspiration is the entirety of Gakuen Babysitter/School Babysitter. It is literally the cutest anime I have ever watched in my life and I highly recommend it if you want a cute feels-good, slice of life!! Some of the kids I may have based off of them, but you don’t need to watch it to understand this! :))

why do i always make my headcanons so long

Part 1 has the 7 Demon Brothers

[Part 2] has all five Undateables

Lucifer

This was probably Diavolo’s idea so he has no choice but to go along with it, much to his dismay

He already thought humans were fragile, and now they were going to take care of the smaller, younger ones?

His face scares 90% of the kids on his first day as a babysitter, which kind of hinders his job because every time he tries to help them clean up or change diapers, the kids start crying

The other 10% who are not intimidated by him claim him to be the Big Bad and play fight with him all the time, and considering his attitude, he’s a pretty perfect villain in their make-belief play so he’s won their hearts IMMEDIATELY

Generally a pretty strict baby-sitter who is listened to without having to repeat himself; his power and authority is unyielding (and also he’s just plain scary even if he doesn’t mean to be, and lowkey he likes the power he has because the kids remind him of Mammon sometimes)

It’s honestly a big debate whether he should just give up and ask for help or power through, but if he’s just babysitting with you, pleads with you to please help him because he’s so lost and why do they scream so loud and not that he would ever admit to it, but he is a tiny bit hurt that he can’t seem to have the kids trust him

Once he’s told that he should smile more and speak more gently, he implements it with mixed results (at first), but it’s a significant improvement from the first few days

During a moment of rest, he’s sighing when a baby crawls up to him and sits in his lap without warning, and he’s a goner

Literally has the hardest time trying to train his face not to look so pleased or happy, but his smile is so soft (and he will not hesitate to kill any of his brothers that see him like that, but for you and the undateables, he’ll just be embarrassed)

Loves infants and how trusting they are of him despite how scary his face may seem sometimes-- the epitome of unconditional love and he’s just… very tender

Probably ends up being the respected babysitter who’s super cool to all the kids but slightly unapproachable (unless you’re a babyyyy) but eventually climbs the ranks in terms of babysitters because he vouches for them if they do need him

Mammon

The kids have decided that he is the biggest kid on the playground and now to assert dominance, they must beat him up

Which is what they do-- or as much as they can with their tiny fists and miniscule strength and the fact that Mammon is a literal demon

You just stare at Mammon as he cries on the ground, whining at how the kids ganged up on him and you’re just like…. They’re literally <4 years old.

Despite that part, Mammon gets along with all the kids really well!!

He talks to them as normal and calls them ‘brats’ but they all know he’s soft for them so they kind of take advantage of that? But only a little bit because they don’t like seeing Mammon cry either

You forget who comfort the other more at this point, the kids or Mammon

Mammon is the best person to call for if the kids want to play around because he’s pretty animated himself and goes along with whatever the kids want to do

You might have to reign them in a little yourself, because you’re not quite sure Mammon really knows what’s actually dangerous for them

“Mammon, please only carry one kid at a time please, you’re scaring me”

“Huh? You know I can carry all four of them on my head--”

“Please”

Suuuper popular with the kids even though he kept complaining about them to anyone who would listen that he had to look over these tiny humans

But the moment any of the kids ask for his help or do something cute, he’s the FIRST one to go and help because ‘you need the GREAT Mammon’s help? Guess you can’t help it after all…” and he just likes the fact that he feels reliable to these kids

He might… actually save money to buy these kids Christmas gifts?? Will maybe cry if they bring little Valentine's Day candies (that their parents probably told them to give but shhh let him dream)

Leviathan

May or may not be hyperventilating as he hypes himself up to go into the daycare and meet the kids

He tried to brush it off to his brothers that they’re just kids and he doesn’t care if they like him or not because it doesn’t matter to him because he’s just an otaku-- but my god he hopes they like him

Little does he know, the fact he lets them play on his game consoles (whether or not they actually know how to play) wins them over immediately and breaks the ice

They find him super interesting to talk to and he ends up a pretty popular babysitter because he talks to them like adults (yes, even to the babies)

Catch him giving a bottle to a baby while talking to them in baby-voice (that he adopts not on purpose) about his favorite TSL season

One of the biggest reasons why the kids love him is because he really listens to them even though their rants and blabbing doesn’t always make sense

When he does talk about his interests (or it slips out, as it does), the kids are genuinely interested in what he has to say and that’s when his mission to convert all of these kids to watching anime and reading manga started

“Reading manga is going to help them develop reading comprehension!!”

Probably brings his entire stash of (kid-friendly) manga-- probably the magical girl anime with Ruri-chan-- and has the kids dig in

It does have some negative repercussions because kids aren’t exactly good at handling precious material, so things do rip and break and Levi had to excuse himself to go outside and mourn his lost

But the fire of his mission burns brighter than the sadness over what he has lost (besides, he would never bring limited edition/1st edition things outside his room so these things are replaceable)

If Halloween rolls around, the kids will exclaim that they want to be [insert character] from TSL or another anime and Levi may shed tears of happiness right there and then

Will make it his side quest to make costumes for ALL the kids-- especially if they can’t afford their own and will encourage them to be whatever they want to be!!!

He’s literally leading an army of newly-created weebs/otakus that look up to him in the daycare and the power he has over these kids is so formidable some of his brothers are actually a little jealous HAHA

Satan

Acts casual about the whole thing and is actually casual about it

He hasn’t necessarily spent much time with kids, but he figures he’d be able to do it-- and he’d be right; considering how natural he is with people in general, I doubt kids would be much different, especially if he talks to them like adults and respects their opinions

Is definitely the type of babysitter some of the kids end up having a little baby crush on, considering how charming and prince-like he can be with his gentle tone of voice

Not that he’s perfect-- some kids are just brats and he does get angry at them but he only needed to snap once before the troublemakers all learned not to mess with him

Despite that, he would most likely be the ones to keep an eye on the troublemakers, because it may be a sign of a troubled home (not always, but… well, he would know best, wouldn’t he?) and he’d want to reach out to them if he can help them in any way

What he loves to do with the kids-- and you can probably guess-- is have Story Time!!

The kids are so excited to circle around him before naptime and listen to him read storybooks, doing voice overs and dramatic/animated readings; the kids are so intently listening and giggling at the funny parts

At first, he attempted to bring all his books over to the daycare, but he had to put some back when you tell him these kids are literally three and probably don’t have the reading comprehension required to read Quantum Physics-- so he provides picture books instead; anything he procured from the human world

Really encourages the kids to try their best to read and, if he has the time of day, tries to teach them basic things like the alphabet, how to spell out each words etc (you may call him…. Sensei)

Adores their imagination too because he knows adults could hardly compare at times and he encourages them to make up their own stories and he’d help them write it down

Uses a lot of tactic like these to encourage their education and their development-- he loves books and the impact they’ve made on him and he wants these kids to be able to experience the same things

Asmodeus

A little hesitant at first because kids can be super cute and great for pictures but… they can also be super gross and kind of mean; and he’s seen both ends of the spectrum so he’s not really sure what to expect

Then one of the kid compliments his hair clip shyly and shows their own similar hairclip and he’s sold because obviously they have the cutest kids in the world

Hair undone? He’s there

You wanna try out painting nails? Oh hun, he’s got you-- free make-overs for EVERYONE-- except maybe the infants, he doesn’t wanna ruin the natural baby smell and softness they have going for them

He wants to encourage ALL the kids to express themselves so he sometimes brings old clothes he doesn’t wear anymore so they have a fashion show/runways

ALWAYS encourages the kid to wear what they want because gender norms who???

If ANY and I mean ANY parent comes up to him and talk about him letting them wear non-gender conforming clothes he WILL go off on them because they are LITERALLY KIDS-- let them express themselves and have fun

Kinda grossed out by snot and diapers tho so you’re gonna have to help him with that; and since the universe knows that he hates getting dirty, he’s probably the brother most likely to get peed on while changing a diaper

You have to force him back into the daycare after that incident because he refuses to come out of the bathroom after changing into clean clothes

But he is so captivating that the kids usually don’t cause trouble when he’s around, and also similarly to Levi, he talks and listens to them blabber while he’s doing their hair so it’s always pretty soothing

Probably ends up in charge of the creativity hour and cooing over everyone’s art project, encouraging them to sprinkle as much glitter as they want, use as many colors as they want-- as long as it makes them happy!

Beelzebub

Considering he’s the sweetest and physically the strongest, he’s actually pretty concerned about hurting them, and asks you to help him adjust to this new role so that the kids will be okay (you know he’ll be fine, but if saying yes to helping him will make him feel better, you say it)

Beel keeps to himself as a babysitter for the first few-- oh idk-- hours before some of the kids figure out how STRONG he is and he’s the best thing since sliced bread

The kids start to literally hang from him, testing how strong he really is, and are all delighted that he can hold all of them in and from his arms; he’s a little worried he’ll drop them, but since the kids are so excited about it, decides to lift them only a little high just to please them

Happily, he eventually gets used to knowing how to deal with them, and it helps that the kids are so polite to him

He’s the ultimate Big Brother figure to them, much to his surprise since he’s used to being the younger brother, and it makes him really soft inside that these kids actually look up to him and rely on him

During free play, he has definitely carried at least six kids on his back when they play horsey and not break a sweat and throws the babies up in the air playfully (and carefully) and let them pretend they were flying

He’s their protector, making sure that they’re playing safely, even though he went a little too ham on the protection, grabbing a kid by the scruff of his collar because he was running and beel was afraid of him falling and scraping his knees

“It’s okay Beel, they can handle it--”

“Are you sure?? But they’re so tiny and fragile--”

Changes diapers pretty handily after the first time; has definitely tried the baby formula and ate the entire bottle by accident before feeding a baby

Makes sure the kids are nice to each other, especially siblings, and that they eat; you tell the kids that if they eat their vegetables they’ll grow as strong as Beel, and that’s the FASTEST you’ve ever seen picky kids eat them in your LIFE

Belphegor

“Alright, nap time, everyone!”

“Belphie, they just arrived;;;”

Honestly just thought this entire thing was a hassle because kids in general take a lot of work and he just doesn’t want to put that sort of effort into something he didn’t sign up for

But since you’re there, he may as well try to be proficient enough to be well-liked enough to not cause a fuss and be able to babysit with you

He’s the type of babysitter who converses with the kids and pretends he doesn’t know something so the kid tries to teach him-- and honestly this give the kid a chance to be confident in their skills and also lets Belphie not do as much work to keep the conversation alive so win-win

As you can probably guess, is definitely in charge of enforcing nap time… by napping with the kids-- gotta learn by example right?

There are probably mats that the kids lie on but whenever Belphie lies in the middle of them, they all end up rolling and curling near his side; when he wakes up he’s always surrounded by a sea of kids and he’s so confused and he can’t move unless you wake up the kids for him

The most efficient babysitter out of all of them because efficiency means less effort and time taken to change a diaper, clean up a spill, or wipe a kid’s nose

Doesn’t understand why the kids keep wanting to interact with him but he’ll always indulge them in the end regardless of his nonchalant attitude

He actually finds a lot of them endearing when they talk about the things they like to do and about their daily life because it’s always interesting to learn about their perspective on things

When it’s creativity hour, the kids like asking him to doodle something on their paper (it can be a small chibi or caricature or just some animal) and it always makes them super happy; you watch him crack a smile as he sees the kids try to copy his drawing right next to it

If any of them are interested in stars, will gently show them the constellations in books and watch as they fascinate over them as he did before

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #School Babysitters #last post for the day #i need to focus on hw HAHAHA #very indulgent hcs

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Reverse Big Bang

This was a work for the reverse big bang ( @mysme-rbb ) and acollaboration with the lovely @sapphireicecream ! She made a beautiful piece that I am in LOVE with!

Life and death are one thread, The same line viewed from different sides.

-Lao Tzu

Some say life and death are on the opposite ends of a spectrum. But are they actually?

Some reply yes, they are enemies and loathe each other. Others claim that no, they are both the same thing in the end.

One part is true, though. Life and death had been enemies for a while, with both of them trying to best each other. Life created humans, who were immortal until Death came to take them away from the Earth. Life wouldn’t stand for that, and so she kept trying to find someone who could live eternally, that could cheat death

Death was trying to overpower her by trying to wipe out everything he could touch.

Death was on a rampage. Everywhere you turned a life would be taken away. Meanwhile, Life kept trying her best to keep humans alive.

This rivalry kept going for years and years, each generation of Life and Death trying to cheat each other, to be the most powerful one, to be the winner.

However, that would come to a change.

………

She quickly made her way through the garden, a plate on her hands filled with cheese, figs, and olives dripped in honey.

No matter how much she abhorred him, she wasn’t heartless enough to leave him without eating.

The gazebo where she held him prisoner coming into view. She grasped the plate tighter as she made her way closer.

He had his back to her, looking at some flowers, but he rapidly spun around when he heard her clear her throat.

“Here’s your food.” She said, still not meeting his gaze.

“...thank you.” He replied and sat down to enjoy his meal.

While he was focused on eating, she stole a glance towards him and then felt her face burn. She had to admit he was very handsome, even if he was the god of Death.

Jumin.

Even if his hair was messy, he still looked like a perfect statue, made by one of the finest artist in the world.

She immediately cringed at the thought. Gosh, this guy was really making her think weird things, wasn’t he? Still….she wanted to touch him. To feel his soft skin, to run her fingers through his hair, and to even touch his horns. She would have if he hadn’t looked up at her at that exact moment.

She immediately pulled her hand behind her back.

Jumin stood up and handed her the plate. “Thank you for the food.”

“No problem.”

There was a bit of awkward silence, and she thought about making an excuse and leaving, but Jumin opened his mouth to speak at that same moment.

"I have to-"

“This-“

They both said at the same time. She felt her face flush.

“Sorry, sorry, you go first.”

“No, I apologize, you were saying something, I’m sorry for interrupting,” Jumin said.

She shook her head. “It’s fine, it is nothing! What did you want to say?”

Gosh, she was being way too polite to a guy she was supposed to hate. She assumed it was because of the unfair advantage that he was really cute.

Jumin stared at her for a moment before clearing his throat.

“I just wanted to say that...this is a beautiful garden.”

She glanced up at him and nodded. “It is.”

“Did you grow it yourself?”

“No. Life made it..the original one, I mean. The one from the very beginning. Throughout time, all the other generations have been taking care of it.”

“I see. It must be a very important place.”

She nodded. “It is. This is the garden that was made of Life’s tears as she mourned the death of humans. They were her proudest creations, and to see them being taken by death crushed her.” She said those last words with a hint of spite in her tone.

Jumin looked the other way, but he could still feel her glare on him. He sighed. “I’m... I’m sorr-“

“Don’t apologize. Especially when you don’t mean it. You clearly don’t care about humans. You don’t care about anyone but yourself, just like the Death before you, and the Death before him, and so on and so forth. All you care is about destruction.”

Jumin clenched his fists, looking ashamed. “I am very sorry for what my ancestors did, I truly am. But let me assure you, I don’t share any of their beliefs. I don’t want to be anything like the-“

"Yeah right." She scoffed. How could he say that after taking...taking her away? He was trying to make her feel guilty, to trick her so he could leave this prison and go back to killing and destroying. And she wasn't going to let that happen.

She spun around and walked away, glancing back only to say she was going to bring him food later. She didn’t wait for his reply as she left the garden.

……

The god of Death paced around the small gazebo, every once in a while stopping to marvel at the flowers growing around him. He’d love to touch them, but he knew if he did they would immediately wither away.

He closed his eyes as he tried to distract himself from the current situation. He had to admit; it was nice to take a break every once in a while, from the dark depths of the underworld, the only sound being the screams of the souls coming down. It wasn’t exactly a job he liked.

It was kind of ironic; he thought. To be the god of death, but want to have the power to do the exact opposite. Instead of taking lives away, to create them.

He wanted to escape that hellish place no matter what. So, when he found an opening in the cave, small rays of light streaming in, he left his throne and walked over to investigate. He should’ve known it was a trap. That it wouldn’t end well.

Still, he wanted to leave so badly, he’d use any excuse, no matter how dumb. And so what if he suddenly got kidnapped by the goddess of life in her beautiful garden? He wasn’t complaining.

He didn’t know why the goddess would want to imprison him, but, he thought, why wouldn’t she? No one likes the god of death. They all despise him.

Still...he had to admit he wasn’t having an awful time. It was...interesting in a way.

He thought Life was a bit...confusing. Sometimes she would be so terrible to him, glowering and snapping at every small thing he did. But then other times she’d show this...this kindness that would make his chest feel warm.

He’d never felt that way before, but he had to admit he didn’t mind.

…….

At first, their relationship comprised only small conversations, saying here’s your food, and thank you for the food, and no problem.

She was always stiff around him, not meeting his gaze. No matter how many times he’d tried to apologize, she still seemed to think of him as Death, destruction, chaos, everything he didn’t want to be seen as.

At one point he had truly given up. It was obvious Life would not change her view of him, no matter what he did, so why bother?

He gazed at the chrysanthemums growing beside the gazebo. They were beautiful. He had only seen one part of the garden, and he couldn’t help but yearn to see all of it. The essence of life, all around him, without death hovering over his shoulder.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” A familiar voice said from behind him. Jumin jumped a bit and then turned to see….see her.

He cleared his throat. “They are. This entire garden is. I’d love to see more of it.”

She scoffed but then bit her lip as if debating whether to indulge him for a bit. She sighed.

“Why are you so interested in flowers and plants? Shouldn’t you be focused on something else?”

His mouth formed a thin smile. “I have always loved flowers. I love seeing them...grow and bloom. It’s amazing how full of life they are, how something so beautiful could exist.”

They stood in silence for a few seconds until the surrounding air seemed to change. When Jumin looked up, he noticed something. The door was open. He looked at her in confusion.

“Well, c’mon. Get out of there. You said you wanted to see the rest of the garden, right?” She gestured for him to come over, and he strolled down the steps, feeling the grass beneath his feet and the sun hit his skin, hearing the birds sing, a gust of wind tangling his hair.

And then….then he smiled and let out a small laugh.

She couldn’t help but stare in awe at the beautiful sight.

For the first time in weeks, she had seen him smile. An actual smile, one that lit up his entire face. And his laugh, god his laugh. She felt her heartbeat quicken once she heard that beautiful sound.

She shook her head. What was with her?? He’s supposed to be her enemy, a man she despises, the one who took everything she loved. But...right now, he seemed like the exact opposite.

Instead of the god of Death, something that everyone despised and feared, he appeared like a normal person….

Well, in reality, he looked like a kid who loves sweets that was just brought to a place full of candy, or like a puppy when you tell them you’re going on a walk, but he was so different from what she expected.

Maybe...when he apologized, he truly meant it. Maybe he wasn’t the scary, cold god that everyone thought he was.

She should give him a chance.

She knows that’s what...what she would have wanted. Not for them to become enemies, but for them to slowly understand each other.

Well….better late than never, right?

…..

Their walks around the garden became a daily activity. She would come and open the door, letting Jumin out, and then they’d walk around the place. She’d tell him the meanings of each flower, and eventually, as she became more comfortable, she’d tell him stories about the names and how they came to be.

As time passed, they became more comfortable around each other.

They’d have a pleasant picnic and talk about their lives, what they liked to do. The goddess of life found that Jumin had a very lonely life. He didn’t have many friends, just one that he had known since he was a kid, but wasn’t able to talk with much now.

He never went out and always stayed at home. He knew no one really wanted to be with him, anyway. And so, the goddess of life felt her icy heart thawing the more time she spent with him.

….

He could tell there was something bothering her, but whenever she asked she would brush it off. He had made it his personal goal, that if he wasn’t able to find out what was bothering her, then he’d try to at least make her feel better.

He wasn’t good at it, however. He had never really comforted someone before.

Every once in a while, whenever Jumin found her smile falter a bit and her gaze shift down, he’d try to tell a joke.

He’d try.

The first time she looked at him as if he had spawned a third head.

In the second one, she was a bit confused but seemed to calm down for a bit.

Eventually, he made her laugh.

He, of course, thought his joke-telling skills were getting better, so whenever he could he’d try to make up some in the gazebo instead of sleeping.

He loved her laugh, her smile. It made his heart jump, and it couldn’t help but make him smile too.

He was...falling for her.

And what sealed the deal was one day as she was escorting him back to the gazebo, and after he told some other silly joke, she giggled and poked his nose.

“Haha, Jumin! I would’ve never thought the god of death could be so...so adorable. If you keep this up, I think I’m really going to fall for you.”

They both stopped in their tracks and looked at each other. Jumin felt his heart beat fast, and she blushed, her entire face, even her ears, turning red.

“Uh- uhmm... I’m...uh...well...goodnight!!” She quickly said and turned around on her heel as she walked away from the gazebo.

A smile slowly spread out on Jumin’s face, becoming bigger and bigger every second.

Her words echoed in his head.

If you keep this up, I think I’m really going to fall for you.

She was falling….for him.

Did she...did she feel the same way?

He couldn’t stop shifting the entire night, unable to sleep. He was far too giddy and happy to do that.

She might love him, just as much as he loves her.

Jumin couldn’t keep his dorkish smile off his face that night. And the morning after.

He had to stop himself from kissing her right there as soon as he saw her.

He wanted to take things slow. If he wanted her to fall for him, then he’d gave to show her how much she mattered to him.

A few days later, as the two of them ate in an unknown part of the garden that hadn’t been explored, Jumin noticed something. At the end of the garden, there was a small sort of...fountain. It had different flowers all around them, some he didn’t even think could grow this time of the year.

She caught him staring, and when he noticed he flushed and cleared his throat, embarrassed.

“Sorry. Uhm, those flowers are very beautiful. I haven’t seen them in the garden before.”

She gave a small smile. “Yeah. I had them especially made for this place.”

This place? Jumin felt confused. What was different about this place from the others?

She let out an uncomfortable as she fidgeted with a flower in her braid, adjusting the ones that had become crooked or were about to fall.

“This place was somewhere I used to go with a friend every day. A...very dear friend...I’ve known her since we were children. She...uhm...she passed away at the beginning of the year.”

Jumin felt a chill run down his spine.

Now it all made sense.

Why she kidnapped him. Why she was always so cold to him, why she loathed him.

But….that was before. And now look at her, showing him places around the garden, bringing him food, telling him things about herself that no one else knew.

The only sound that could be heard was their breathing. The birds had stopped singing, and the wind had stopped blowing, making the air still around them.

Jumin eventually met her gaze, and as soon as he did, he felt his heartbreak.

She was crying.

And that made him want to cry too.

He hadn’t realized just how much he had cared about her, and this new wave of feelings to want to protect her, to hug her, and make all her problems go away. But then there was also this crushing guilt. It was his fault. The woman he loved was heartbroken, and it was because of him.

He could barely breathe.

In fact...he wasn’t really breathing at all. He couldn’t seem to.

A lot of things happened at once.

He felt a sort of darkness surrounding him, clouding his view. And then the next thing he remembers is her beautiful voice calling for him, and her warm arms wrap around his body.

Even after what he did, she still cared about him. But why?

He didn’t deserve any of her kindness.

…..

“Jumin?”

He woke up in a familiar field of flowers. The sky was darker now, the sun about to set. He looked up and felt his heart stop at the sight. She had laid him on her lap and was gently running her fingers through his hair. She looked beautiful, with the remaining rays of sun appearing to make a halo in her hair. Well, she was definitely an angel.

He slowly sat up and kept his gaze on the ground. A small hand touched his shoulder, but he tensed up and moved it away.

“Jumin...I’m... I’m…”

“You don’t have to say anything. It’s me who should apologize….why….why didn’t you tell me?” He looked up at her, finally, an icy glare in his eyes.

“I...well...I didn’t...it wasn’t supposed to go this way.” She whispered.

“You should have told me. All this time, the thing that was making you sad, that was causing you pain, was me. Me. Why have you even kept me around? Wait...no. I understand now. All of this...it was a lie, wasn’t it?”

“Jumin, it wasn’t I-“

“I took away someone very dear from you, of course, you’d be mad. Of course, you would never forgive me...not after that. You...you made me care about you, grow fond of you, to...to love you. Just so at the end, you could crush my heart as I crushed yours…”

“That was not what I wanted to do, believe me-“ she sobbed.

He stood up and gave a dry laugh. “It makes sense. Why would you even care about me? I am the god of death, I destroy things, I am someone that takes things away from people. I am a...a monster. And who could ever love a monster?” He whispered.

“Jumin, you are not a monster! Listen to me!” She stood up and tried to grab his hands, but he pulled away. “Jumin…”

It had become nighttime now. Fireflies were flying around them, and the only source of light was the full moon in the sky.

She took one step forward. And then another. And another, until she was close to him. She slowly moved her hands and touched his cheek, now wet from tears. He was crying. And to be honest, she was probably crying too.

She cupped his cheek and leaned closer.

“You are not a monster, Jumin. You are...you are the most caring, amazing, intelligent, beautiful man that I have ever met. I’m...I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I never thought it’d end like this. Gods, by now you should be... never mind....but...I am happy that...that I got to know you better, that I saw the real you. I had filled my heart with hate and wanted to take it out on you, which is something I should have never done. Jumin...I care about you so much and..and I’m so sorry I was so...so heatless towards you. I was cold and mean when you didn’t deserve any of it. It’s you who should be mad at me.”

They were now both sobbing, gripping each other’s hands tightly. Jumin gently took one hand and lead it towards her chest. She looked up at him, confused.

“You are not heartless. Out of everyone in the world, I am sure you’re the one that has the biggest heart. You always bring love with you wherever you go. You’re kind, brave, compassionate, and beautiful. How could I ever be mad at you?” He gently lifted her chin to make her look up at him. “You are the first person who has shown me this amount of kindness...of love, even if I don’t deserve it.”

She moved her face closer. “You deserve it, Jumin. More than anyone in the world.”

He smiled as he caressed her cheek. Slowly, they closed the distance between each other with a gentle kiss.

Their lips were soft against each other, and Jumin couldn’t help but yearn for her touch more. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

When they pulled away, leaning their foreheads against each other, they couldn’t help the big smile on their faces.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.”

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew against them, and when they looked around them, they found fireflies dancing all around them.

She laughed, and then gently pulled a very awed Jumin towards her. She placed both his hands on her waist and then wrapped her arms around his neck.

She giggled when he raised an eyebrow.

“Have you never danced?” She asked.

He shook his head. “Isn’t there supposed to be music to dance?”

“No, not really. You can sometimes dance with the person you love with no music.”

They both blushed at her words, and Jumin smiled.

“Then…let’s dance, my love.”

And so they danced.

Eventually, as the night ended, she led him to a small bed of flowers. They spent the rest of the night in each other’s heated embrace, whispering words of love to each other.

And that was how life and death became one.

She woke up early. The sun wasn’t out yet. She couldn’t help but smile as she saw him sleeping beside her, his hair messy from the night before.

She slowly slipped from the bed and summoned a small robe, so she wouldn’t feel as cold.

As she walked through the garden, she knew like the back of her hand, she couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down her spine. And this time it wasn’t because of the cold.

When she finally made it to a small clearing, she bit her lip and looked around. There was no one.

Perfect.

“Rika!!!” She called out. “Rika!! I know you’re here! Come out!!”

She heard a bubbly laugh from behind her, and she spun around.

“That’s not a pleasant way to call someone over my dear~ I thought they had taught you better than that.”

She bit her lip as she watched Rika slowly come out from the darkness, her cold green eyes making the hairs on the back of her neck stand.

“Cut the crap. I’m here to call the deal off.” She seized out a large dagger and threw it at Rika’s feet. “You can have this back.”

Rika chuckled and walked towards the dagger, picking it up and then twirling it around her fingers. “How rude~ I’m guessing you weren’t able to kill him then? A shame, really, that would’ve made things easier for me. I thought you were perfect for the job, so I can’t say I’m not disappointed.”

“I want nothing to do with you or your stupid plan anymore. Don’t come here ever again, I want this to be the last time I see you.”

“Oh, dear. You have really fallen for him, haven’t you?”

She felt a blush creep up her face as Rika walked closer to her.

“Dear, let me give you a piece of advice, from someone who’s been in love before. Never give yourself to anyone. They will all betray you in the end.”

“Jumin is not like that.”

“Oh trust me, that’s what you think now. You will think his love is the most wonderful thing in the world, and you’ll want to be surrounded by it all the time. Although eventually, that love becomes too much and you’ll start suffocating, and no matter how much you try to let go, he will only drag you deeper and deeper, until you aren’t able to breathe, to think, to live.”

Rika was now closer, their noses about to touch. Her eyes filled with madness, and her grip on Life’s arms had become so tight, that blood was coming out. Life found at that moment, what genuine fear was like.

She tried to pull away and took in a deep breath of air as Rika let go.

“Rika, go! Away! I’m serious! It won’t be like that, it’ll never be like that. Our love is pure, it’s real. Jumin would do nothing to harm me, and I would never do anything to harm him. And...and I swear that if you ever lay so much as a finger on him, I will make you regret the day that you were born.” She said through gritted teeth.

Rika raised an eyebrow, her smile disappearing from her face. She quickly grabbed Life’s hand and slashed her palm open, making her let out a pained gasp.

“You will not threaten me,” Rika whispered. “You will help me with my plan, and you will get rid of Jumin. I command you to, and if you don’t, then I have a perfect spot for your dead body once I’m done ripping you to shreds.”

Life felt her blood run cold and she couldn’t move. She couldn’t do anything.

“Now then, I do have to get going. These things will not get done by themselves, and I don’t think Ray is...capable enough to do the next step. I will come in two weeks and by then I hope you’ll have gotten over your silly crush and get me Death’s heart. I’m not asking, by the way, this is an order that you will carry out, one way or another. It’s up to you if you choose to do it the easy way or the hard way. Toodle-oo!”

She laughed and vanished, leaving as quick as she came.

Life panted, falling to her knees, the dagger still in her hand. Not only that, but a big, black scar had formed where Rika had cut her, sending the dark magic that came from it.

What was she going to do now?

Shit.

“Is everything alright love?” Jumin’s sleepy voice called out to her as she walked back to the flower bed. She felt her worries disappear for a second as she heard his nickname for her.

“I’m... I’m fine. I just... thought I heard something over there. It was just a snake though, nothing to worry about.”

Jumin hummed and motioned for her to come and lay down next to him. She took off her robe and laid beside him, their bare chests touching.

He hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head, sighing happily.

“I love you so much.” He whispered.

“I love you too, Jumin.”

Eventually, he fell back asleep, his chest rising and falling with every breath and a small smile on his face.

Life, however, couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Her mind was repeating over and over what Rika had said. What in the world was she going to do now?

One thing she decided about though, as she hugged him tighter. She promised that no matter what, she would let no one come near the one she loved.

#mystic messenger #mysmerbb #mystic messenger rbb #mm reverse big ban #mysme reverse big bang

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gravedangerahead · 3 years

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Sydney Sage + surely books can solve any problem

Rated for efficiency

The spellbooks Ms. T had Sydney unknowingly learn from for "research"

3/5, the fire amulet didn't stop the Strigoi, but it may have kept Adrian alive long enough for the calvary to arrive

The Amberwood Yearbook she threw at Lee so she and Adrian could make a run for it

For solving the mystery: 2/5, she solved it the second it didn't matter anymore

For throwing at a serial killer: 2.5/5, it did distract him, the Strigoi arrival was terrible timing

The books on kissing and dating she got when she went out with Brayden

"I’d feared dating for years but was again pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to talk to him. It was a lot like the Shakespearean outing: an endless source of topics that we both knew lots about. It was the rest of the experience that still left me unsettled—the “date” stuff. The dating books I’d read since our last outing mostly advised on when to have sex, which was completely useless since I had yet to figure out holding hands."

"None of the advice I’d gotten from the books or my friends really prepared me for how to handle discussions about alternative energy sources. One of the books—one I’d chosen not to finish—had a decidedly male-centric view that said women should always make men feel important on dates."

1/5, not very useful. (Maybe if she'd gotten a book on the asexuality spectrum and demisexuality)

The HR department book for teachers

For claiming Ms. T making her research spellbooks counts as inappropriate behavior: 0/5

For getting Angeline out of being expelled after she punched a motivational speaker who tried to physically pull her up to the stage and throwing a speaker at another: 4/5

The Invisible Dagger: Practical Spells for Offense and Defense

For self-defense: 5/5, heavily used to escape the vampire hunters

For Ms. T's goal of using Sydney's curiosity and interest in self-defense to tempt her into willingly study magic on her own: 83/5

"“We’re here for you if you do,” I said. I technically meant it, but if Jill came sobbing to me afterward, I wasn’t entirely sure what I should say. Maybe I could find a book on appropriate breakup counseling techniques before she did the deed."

?/5, unclear if bought or helpful

Elements of Battle

For distracting her from Adrian in a plane: 0/5, became the topic of conversation, got them to make up

For battling Alicia: 4/5, knocked herself out using spells that were too advanced, but won

Bad Boys and the Women Who Love Them

"My preferred theory was that I’d simply been caught up in how serious Adrian had been about his art, how the emotion and passion had seized hold of him. Girls liked artists just as much as bad boys, right? Even now, something stirred in my chest when I thought about the enraptured look on his face. I loved that he possessed something so powerful in him.

But, as I told myself constantly, that was no excuse for climbing all over him and letting him kiss me—on my neck. I’d bought and downloaded the “bad boy” book online, but it had been completely useless in advising me. I finally decided the best way—if not the healthiest one—was to act like the moment had never happened."

"My body doesn’t know any better. I’m as susceptible to lust as anyone else.” There was probably a book about that or at least an article in Cosmopolitan."

"Some part of me—nearly as snarky as Adrian—suggested I pick up a book on denial the next time I was in the self-help section."

-97/5, absolutely useless, irrelevant topic

Summonings and Conjurations

100/5, excellent for becoming the co-parent of a tiny protective dragon with the boy you're totally not in love with, very cute. HOPPER!!!

The baby name book

For stopping Adrian's heart: 5/5

For picking her new witchy coven name: 4/5, very reasonable, not sure if she actually chose from it

Inez's mechanics of charm making books

5/5, Sydney successfully broke and sealed Alchemist tattoos

Unspecified number of sex how-to books

12/5, got an impressed “Where did you learn that, Sage?” from Adrian Ivashkov, can't argue with results

An embellished book with metal corners used to unscrew a ventilation panel in her room in re-education

4/5, not as good as a screwdriver but did the job, successfully turned off the knock-out gas

Unnamed book of spells gifted by Ms. T after Sydney's rescue

5/5, aided their escape, terrified some Alchemists, should've killed them painfully but you can't have everything

"some parenting book she read about kids learning a second language"

4/5, Declan seems to be learning Spanish well

Happy birthday to my darling Sydney Sage Ivashkov, I may have gone overboard on this one

#Sydney Sage #sydrian #adrian ivashkov #bloodlines series #bloodlines #long post #if there's a least one post by somebody else in between my posts that means I'm not clogging up a tiny fandom's tags with my nonsense right #Angeline dawes #jill mastrano dragomir #sydney ivashkov #Sydney Sage Ivashkov #adrian x sydney #sydney sage x adrian ivashkov #Rapha's Bloodlines Tag #vampire academy

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Aro Head Canons for ASAW

Since I haven't had the time/energy to do something big for Aro-Spec Awareness Week like I would like to, I thought I'd at least do a little something and talk about some Aro-Spec Head Canons that I enjoy. So let's get started!

Lt. Commander Data and Geordi La Forge (Star Trek: The Next Generation) - Data and Geordi have always been two of my favorite characters from TNG. They both have such likeable personalities and a lot of great moments/episodes. Data also is as close to a canonically aromantic character as you could get from the 80s/90s I feel like? He and Geordi are, prominently, best friends. Data states that the desire for companionship is not one of the Human Things he finds confusing. But the only time Data attempts romance it's obvious he doesn't get it, far more than he doesn't get other Typical Human Things, and the end conclusion is him deciding to just Not Do romance because there is no 'real him' he can give to a romantic relationship specifically. And that never changes! Not even when he gets a Human Emotion Chip! So even he's not quite canonically aro, I feel like he also slightly is. xD He's also just a major fave, so I enjoy him being aro-coded A Lot.

As for Geordi, there's not really any canon 'evidence' as such other than 'I like him a lot and his main relationships with the crew are all platonic'. He has a few one-shot romances, but they're all so intensely awkward. In part because one-shot romances tend to be awkward and I think the writers sometimes didn't know what to do with Geordi in episodes centered on him. But I enjoy thinking it's partly because he just doesn't realize he's alloaro. xD Maybe gray-aro, I'm not sure. But aro-spec in some kind of way.

Aziraphale and Crowley (Good Omens) - These two notoriously aren't canonically anything. And it's probably best it stay that way. xD But the first time I watched the show (knowing very little about the book other than the fact it existed, and knowing a similar amount about the fandom), I was pleasantly surprised by how much these two resonated with me, both individually and as a pair.

Nothing they do is inherently romantic, and aside from the whole 'our superiors would kill us if they find out about us being friends' bit, a lot of what they do together seems like the kind of thing I really enjoy in close relationships. They go out to eat, they spend long hours discussing the arts and various other things, they go on walks/feed ducks, and they're always excited to see each other (sans the whole 'this could get us killed' anxiety stuff again lol). And that's it! Their happy ending as far as we see is them just being able to do those things freely and without guilt or fear anymore, it's not really implied anywhere they want 'more' from the relationship, just to be able to experience more of it, and safely/without having to come up with excuses to meet.

And then just individually, neither of them really show interest in specifically romance either. And also I like them both and just enjoy the thought of them both being aroace, it's nice to be able to connect with characters you like a lot. X)

Legolas, Gimli, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin (The Lord of the Rings) - Look, The Lord of the Rings, in particular the book, just has aro vibes. xD None of these characters have a love interest other than Sam having a very minor one (I call grey-aro) that isn't emphasized anywhere near the way he friendship with Frodo is. It's a friendship-heavy book in general, and only one of the end couples actually got screentime or development (Eowyn and Faramir were also written in a way that they're one of a small group of romantic pairings I actually quite like?) compared to all the Fellowship friendships getting heavily centered.

I don't even know where on the aro spectrum to put all of these fellas, but I feel like they have a lot of potential to cover a number of bases? (Gandalf didn't have a romance either actually, I'm claiming him too. Why not. xD) Merry randomly strikes me as aroflux for no particular reason. Pippin I could see as frayromantic? I'd have to think more on the specifics for the others, but case in point: LotR is a great book/film series and most of the characters can be read as arospec in some kind of way so I'm just gonna go ahead and do that. xD

(Gimli is especially a childhood favorite though, so. Him and Legolas get top tier from me lol)

Sherlock Holmes (Various iterations? But especially ACD and Granada?) - Holmes just is a big mood in general, but also an aro mood. xD And while being aro on its own isn't about being reclusive or anti-social or constantly raising your brow at how others do relationships, these are things I associate with my own experience of aromanticism for just me, and I relate to some of that in Holmes as well, which makes the headcanon extra appealing. He is also an eccentric and I enjoy that a lot because he just so much isn't trying to be 'normal', he just does his detective thing and I love it.

Also, while I'm not as dead set on it. I do like Watson as aro-spec too! He did seem to genuinely find Mary attractive, but marriage clearly didn't suit him (and I wonder if he didn't do it in part because he did try to seem 'normal' even though he's also frankly weird), since he ultimately returned to just living with Holmes and was happy with it.

James (Team Rocket/Pokemon) - This is a head canon that both stems from 'James is a long time favorite of mine so I want him to be aro Just Because' and 'he actually has very strong romance-repulsed vibes in canon'. His backstory involves him running away from home to escape an (admittedly toxic) arranged marriage, every time a one-shot character expresses romantic interest in him he's horrified (unless there's some kind of mystical thing involved), and he was completely appalled at the suggestion he and Jesse could be together romantically despite them unambiguously being best friends and/or partners for life (he said he'd rather DIE, which yes was for comedy/exaggeration, but he so consistently has this kind of reaction to romance aimed at him).

Elsa (Frozen) - There's been plenty of discussion on this one before, but just. Elsa has the biggest aro moods in both films (she's also genuinely content being a bit more solitary at the end of the second one, staying in close contact with her family but living alone/single, which is pretty great). She's also just very relatable in general, which adds to the head canon appeal. And her being aro while Anna is super into romance, the possibilities of them learning to navigate that together? Big fan.

Moana (Moana) - This is another case of 'there wasn't a romantic interest and I adore the character, so to the aro bin you GO'. xD Her whole 'I am Moana' song being her Big Moment is powerful in general, but I really like how the movie centers on her individual growth, and how she has this big moment while she's alone and That's Okay.

Noe (Vanitas no Carte) - I know Noe is, in general, oblivious. But he's just SO oblivious to the most overt crushes on him (and there are more than one), doesn't get what 'love' is (which just, makes me think of all the conversations trying to define romance in the aro community that are very thought provoking but don't really get anywhere as far as a 'proper answer' goes xD), and just does not seem romantically interested in anyone. I also just like him a lot lol.

Sonic, Blaze, and Rouge (Sonic the Hedgehog) - Sonic is just never truly interested in romance, and even when he 'is', it doesn't feel like very...allo romance on his end? And that only happened one or twice anyways. Mostly, he's annoyed or repulsed or exasperated with Amy's crush on him and doesn't seem interested in others. And he's always described as a 'free spirit', which doesn't mean anything technically, but the way it's done here has prominent 'single for life' vibes, and he's very happy with his free spirit life style!

Blaze I fully admit the hc is just 'she's cool and doesn't have a canon love interest' lol. Because she is cool and should really be in the games more, and she doesn't have a canon love interest, so why the heck not?

Rouge I just enjoy the the thought of her being aro. She flirts and stuff, but sometimes just as a 'tactic', and sometimes just I think for fun, but that doesn't necessarily mean she has real crushes or wants a romantic relationship. Another case of 'hey why not, it's fun!'

Bow and Glimmer (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power) - I am like 98% sure the writers were trying to make these two an end game couple. But they gave such IMMENSELY POWERFUL platonic vibes from the very beginning, and kept it that way the whole show as far as I'm concerned, so I read them as platonic all the way to the end. And I loved that about them! Both are such fun and cool characters in their own respect, and they got to have an epic friendship that was given time and weight! Also I am so so into platonic m/f epic duos. They feel so rare, and they make my brain so happy. xD

#aromantic #aromanticism #aromantic spectrum awareness week #ASAW #asaw22 #fandom #head canons

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thattimdrakeguy · 3 years

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no, you guys need to leave bi people alone. you even reblogged a post calling us arrogant. the bi community receives enough hate from our own community as it is. and the minute there's a possible canon bi character anywhere suddenly the excuses start. can't you see how obvious it is? you guys always bend over backwards just to take rep away from bi people and ruin our fun. so much for solidarity in this community.

Dude, stop being ignorant about what I actually said.

If you’re having a bad day, and you keep seeing people be legitimately biphobic than I’m really sorry for that. But don’t apply that to me.

I genuinely don't remember ever reblogging a post saying the whole bi community is arrogant, but if I did I'll apologize for that. If I did reblog something like that, honestly, I didn't realize it said that because that's not how I feel.

Edit: As far as I’ve found. I literally never reblogged anything saying bi people are arrogant. So that part isn’t even true, unless I somehow missed it.

I don't think bi people are arrogant, I never said you couldn't not see him as bi.

I thought I was bi at one point in time, and honestly I still could be because I don't know yet and I'm still figuring myself out in full honestly. I identify as queer somewhere on the asexual spectrum, that's me as far as I know now. People are trying to figure who they are all the time, and I don't have it out for any sexuality. There's no good reason to be because there's no reason for to be.

All I've ever done is not like how people are claiming he's CANON bi, when he's not. He's canonically just queer. And I think it's a beautiful thing that any type of sexuality can see themselves in it now, and I think getting ahead of themselves and being rude to people that see him as something else is really disappointing. But people could've agreed he was any sexuality and I bet you the same thing would happen.

He's queer and people are able to look at him how ever they want with any sexuality because it's open to interpretation. I said people are free to look at him as bi, I've said it's perfectly fine too. I don't care if you think he's bi. Even if I don't think he's bi, because from what read it doesn't feel accurate to me, and he does end up being bi, I'll learn to deal with it. I have nothing against bi people in the freaking slightest.

That's stuff I've actually said. That's how I actually feel.

You can literally go back on my blog from posts I've made early that morning where I've only complained about people acting like he could ONLY be bi when it's not true. Because he's up for any interpretation at the moment, and I'd like for any sexuality to see themselves in him.

NOT that he can't be bi. I don't see him as bi, but that doesn't mean he can't be. That's not how that works.

It makes no sense to act like a whole community is one big personality, because they're not, it's not how it works. That's not how people fucking work.

And if you're talking about excuses being the things I've said about Tim for probably years now, then I don't think you realize why I'm saying what I'm saying.

There's the truth, and then there's what you're saying, and if I genuinely did reblog something that was being nasty to bi people I'm genuinely really sorry about it. But as far as I'm aware the only thing I've reblogged is some bi fans are being arrogant and attacking people for thinking he could be something else, if even that, cause I honestly can't remember for sure. I’m pretty sure I reblogged something that said people were being ignorant on what actually happened.

But does that mean every bi fan? No. Bi people are not one unified person. No one is. Cause again, that's not how that works. It's just a freaking weird situation

But I'm not biphobic, and stop acting like I am. This is real life and people can be as nuanced as they want to be when it comes to something. Life isn't black and white, and that's not how I'm trying to be.

If you want Tim to be bi, and Tim does end up being bi. Jolly good fun. I could end up being bi.

But that's not what I'm talking about, and stop acting like I'm saying otherwise.

I been trying to make it out that Tim can represent EVERYONE, I’m not trying to exclude a single person out of it. Because this is a situation where the comic itself and the people behind it are saying he doesn’t have a label yet for himself.

If Tim had legitimately said “I am a bisexual”, I would not have bothered saying a single thing, because there it is, he flat out said it. It would then be the exact situation people are portraying it as.

Edit: I looked through my posts, I didn’t see a single post that said bi people are arrogant unless I missed it. Don’t try to freaking gaslight me just to yell at me about something that’s not what you’re making it out to be like.

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Heroes Never Die chapter 4 teaser 🖤 (banner courtesy of the lovely @spaceskam 💕)

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Alex sat curled up in the darkness, his knees pulled up to his chest, his face hidden as he tried not to look up. There was nothing but black nothingness as long as the eye could see.

His eyes burned, but they were dry. He tried to breathe, but there was a weight on his chest. His clothes and skin had small cuts that didn’t bleed, like he’d been faintly scratched by shards of glass. Of a broken mirror.

He couldn’t remember how long he’d been here. Days? Weeks? Part of him felt like it had been years, but he chose to ignore that side. He couldn’t have been gone so long, he couldn’t have lost track of time so easily. When he got out of here, he would need to know how long he’d been away.

When he got out of here . . .

“Still hoping for that?” a familiar voice said and Alex’s lips turned to a disgusted sneer.

Someone who looked a lot like him and also nothing like him at all came into sight and knelt in front of him. Mirror Alex crossed his legs and tilted his head, his smile gentle. If Alex didn’t know any better, he might’ve thought it was kind.

“Alexander,” he said softly. “Aren’t you tired of resisting? Can’t you see everything I’m doing is for you –”

“You stabbed Guerin,” Alex cut him off fiercely, his voice cracking despite himself. “You hurt Kyle.”

Mirror Alex’s smile dimmed, his eyes bright and pulsing and staring at Alex as if a heartless computer sat behind them. “I taught them a lesson. They’re not allowed to use you anymore without giving anything back. You’re not a pushover, Alex.”

“Don’t use me as an excuse,” Alex hissed, “for hurting them. For hurting him. I’d rather die than see him in pain and you stabbed him.”

“I was doing what was best for you.”

Alex shook his head, his heart sinking into his stomach. “Please,” he whispered. “Please let me go.”

Mirror Alex blinked, confused. “I – I’m only doing this for you, Alex. You’re all I care about.”

“Then stop this,” he said. “Before it goes too far, please.”

He searched Alex’s face, then sighed, putting his arms around Alex’s shoulders and holding him in what Alex assumed was meant to be comforting but what only made his skin crawl. This person looked too much like him, but was much colder. Like a walking corpse.

Mirror Alex ran a hand down Alex’s hair. “It’s going to be okay, Alex. I’m going to look after you.”

Alex clenched his jaw and pushed him away. “Get off me! If you go through with Mr. Jones’s plan and hurt anyone else, I’ll kill you from the inside!”

He gave a small smile, like he thought Alex was an amusing kid, threatening to destroy the imaginary dragon with his wooden sword.

“You can’t kill me, Alex,” he said. “Not without killing yourself.”

Alex swallowed. “You don’t think I’d go that far?”

His eye twitched irritably. “To do what everyone wants you to do? Yes, Alex, I think you would bleed for them. I just wish they were willing to do the same.”

“They love me,” he said. “Everything they’ve done so far has been to protect me.”

“And you believe them that quickly?”

“Yes.”

He hummed. “So when Michael chose Maria over and over again, when he blatantly told you he didn’t want you near him . . . that was to protect you? Or protect himself?”

Alex clenched his jaw. “He was . . . going through a lot. He wanted something easier.”

“Easier,” he chuckled bitterly. “And when Maria had dumped him – because, you know, that was what happened, even after he told her he loved her and begged her not to end things –”

Alex flinched.

“After you put yourself on the line to sing him a love song, after you offered yourself to him again and again and again with an open heart . . . and he just walked out . . . that was for you?”

He shook his head, eyes narrowed. “I’m not this bitter, I’m – I’m not a victim, stop turning me into one!”

“So being angry about the way you’ve been treated is victimizing yourself?”

Alex faltered. “I –”

“Not letting the people who claim to love you walk all over you, demanding they actually respect you, God forbid – that’s being bitter?”

“N-No, but –”

“Face it, Alex,” he said cruelly. “You’ve been trained to think that if you got upset, then you were no different than your father. So you just went to the other side of the spectrum, and thought things would be fine. They would be better. But they weren’t.”

His voice softened as he took Alex’s hands in his own. “And deep down, you know that. That’s why you can’t regain control of your body. Because you don’t want it. You’re tired of pretending like nothing bothers you, you’re tired of being the bad guy no matter what you do. I know you love Michael. I hate it, but I know it. But he doesn’t see you, Alex. He doesn’t see the good.”

It occurred to Alex that Mirror Alex really did think he was doing what was best for him, but he had to remind himself that these powers came from a living pod from outer space. It didn’t know anything about human emotion. Everything was in black and white, there was a hero and a villain, and to it, Alex was the poor hero and Michael was the horrible villain. Alex didn’t want to be the poor anything.

He’d gone from a goth teen to an Air Force captain with his own band of brothers. He’d risen in the ranks and surpassed every test ever thrown at him. He’d gotten back to his feet after losing his leg, even when everyone thought it would be the end of him. He’d proven them wrong.

If there was one thing Alex had learned over the course of his life, it was that nothing was in black and white. The world was a gray area, everyone was made of both light and darkness, and you had to choose what you saw in people. And in yourself.

“I’m not all light,” Alex muttered. “I’m not all good. Neither is Guerin. No one is.”

He pulled his hands out of Mirror Alex’s, and saw his reflection’s eyes grow bright, the veins pulsing.

“But I am a hero. And heroes always keep fighting. I will figure out a way out of here, and I’ll stop you myself. This is my last warning; don’t touch Michael Guerin again, or you’ll regret it.”

Mirror Alex said nothing for a long time, then he smirked, but there was no amusement in the glow of his eyes this time.

“Then I guess we’ll see, Alex,” he said darkly, “just how many more battles you can win.”

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #malex fanfic #malex fanfiction #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #malex angst #malex fluff #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

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A Reunion

Rating: E- Explicit Characters: Severus Snape/Hermione Granger, Various other characters Summary: A Hogwarts reunion leads two former Hogwarts students to an unexpected evening. Setting: Post 2nd Wizarding War, Snape Lives AU Warnings: Smut, drunkeness

The same faces year after year had lost their allure. Some had aged ever so gracefully while some seemed to speed along the path of degradation. It was to be expected; some had darker demons than others. The war had left its mark on almost every person in this room. But the camaraderie that had existed in the aftermath had ebbed and people had fallen back into somewhat predictable comfort zones of their inner circles. And to say her inner circle had been reduced was an understatement.

She’d rather sit at her home and read through yet another text. The company of books had always been more enjoyable to Hermione than people...at least most of them.

Hermione was by no means anti-social, but there were many times where she was intimidated by the prospect of socialization, especially at these Hogwarts reunions where the attendance spanned every age.

She still saw Ron and Harry on occasion, but they never made it to these things. Harry had tired of the hero’s role and what came with it. He was content to hide away. Ron seemed to regress not long after they’d been able to complete their 7th year o.w.l.s. He longed for the careless childhood of which he claimed to have been robbed of. To say it strained their relationship was an understatement. Being the proactivist that she was, Hermione parted ways before things worsened, remaining amicable friends for the last 10 years.

That was her in a nutshell - a proactive realist. And a lonely one at that. Sitting at the bar, her half empty glass of merlot seemed to magnify that reality. People spoke to her, yes, but no one seemed to hold a conversation with her for any length of time. She wasn’t upset about that for the most part; the conversations only went one of a few ways. Either they asked about Harry, errantly assumed she was still with Ron, or asked details of the war that she didn’t feel like repeating in light-hearted company. She may not have been the poster-boy that Harry was, but she felt like a martyr in her own right.

She grinned politely and waved at George from across Hog’s Head. He stood with other wizards from his year, each holding a pint and laughing. He got along as well as one could expect, but even from a distance you could tell when someone mentioned Fred - there was a sadness to his smile and a far away look in his eyes. She supposed twins would have a more difficult time being separated by death than most, but remarkably, George had held up well all things considered.

“Another glass?” The barkeep tended the counter while the bottle of merlot hovered over her glass, just short of pouring, “This one’s compliments of the ginger bloke standing over near ‘is lads,” Hermione glanced at George once again, smiling as he lifted his pint towards her. She nodded towards the barkeep and the bottle titled as her glass floated from the bar top.

The truth was, Hermione wanted conversation. She wanted to reconnect with people from her youth. But, she’d always been bored by her own peers. They lacked a certain...something. It was hard to put her finger on it as she tipped her wine glass back and surveyed the room. The crowd was slowly thinning, people had lives to return to. Children, careers, some seeking one night of companionship with an old (maybe even a new) flame. Some bid her farewell as they departed, others were too inebriated to abide by any social niceties.

This was the after-party of the reunion, moving from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade. A fine dance had been held in the Great Hall. Hermione had been treated to moments of fond memories of the Yule Ball from her Fourth Year. She, Pavarti and a Ravenclaw a few years their senior had spent most of that sitting around a table attempting to catch up, but mostly commenting on the myriad of fashions chosen for the evening. They ranged from elegant to extremely gaudy, Luna sporting something near the latter of that spectrum. Neville in his dashing suit couldn’t have looked more proud to have the odd, but loyal lady on his arm.

It was the solid black of his wardrobe that stood out first as the din of the ballroom had lessened. No one had ever expected Severus Snape to make an appearance even though an invitation was extended every year. To say he had become a hermit underemphasized the lonely existence he kept. It had not taken long for word to spread about his covert involvement that, many agreed, was the only reason the Second Wizarding War was ever winnable. His short temper and penchant for insults still left a sour reputation among the wizarding community but their gratitude was evident by leaving him be - just as he wished.

Hermione had felt then that she should make an effort to speak with him. Perhaps his loneliness had reached a point he could no longer endure. Though as an instructor he’d never offered her any sort of compassion or understanding, she felt compelled to provide both those things to him - especially with the way he spent most of the evening void of everything but uneasy glances.

She should get home. It was very late in the evening and more wine was only going to make her sleepier. She slid from her stool, balancing the stem of her glass between her fingers. She would bid George and his mates good night and be on her way. Just as she turned, her eyes were drawn to the shadowy corner nearly vacated.

Dressed still in solid black sat Severus Snape, a small glass of fire whiskey sat in front of him with his fingers lazily wrapped around it. The two gazes connected across the room and both knew they were equally as seen by the other. He’d noticed her at the ball and he’d settled in this quiet, hidden nook of a booth early enough to see her arrive here as well. As they stared, he had not a clue what they had to speak to the other about, but he found himself curious enough to invite her company.

“Miss Granger,” he slid from the booth, but stood still, not approaching her.

“Professor Snape,” She acknowledged him back, nodding slightly. She was only slightly aware that her grip tightened around her glass.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to company,” It was the closest to an invitation he could muster. In his years of solitude his grasp of social graces had deteriorated a bit, not that they were ever that well-honed in the first place. He was relieved, but did not show it when she smiled politely and nodded.

Hermione looked around as if she needed to tread carefully. Old habits must die hard; she was an adult - her school mates would not look on in shock if she were to associate with her former Potions and Dark Arts Professor. She approached the booth and slid in the side opposite him. She sat a napkin down before placing her wine glass on top of it. His curious look made her nervous.

“Muggle custom,” She mumbled. Mentioning the word muggle may have been a grave mistake as an awkwardness surrounded them. Years of memories both flooded their minds - the existence of muggles in the magical world is what nearly tore it apart. She worried that the slip of her tongue may have ended this conversation before it began. She chewed her lip and looked downward and Severus was surprised to find himself amused. It was the same motion she used to make when he called her out in class for her know-it-all conduct.

“Miss Granger, if I may,” He spoke first, knowing she was likely about to excuse herself, “I taught at Hogwarts for many years and saw thousands of witches and wizards with varying levels of magical genealogy. As much as it pains me to admit, and I’ll deny it if ever asked again, I never once came across one that matched your brilliance or hunger for knowledge.”

Hermione had to wet her mouth with more wine, dried in shock of such a compliment from this particular source.

“Professor,” She had to struggle with an appropriate response, “I dare say that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,”

“I suppose I’m getting soft in my old age,” He lifted his fire whiskey and just before it tipped back over his lips, there was an ever so subtle wink of his eye.

“It can be difficult to let your guard down,” Hermione glanced around the room before returning her attention to Severus, still somewhat mired in shadow, “It’s hard to know who to trust, or who’s just out to get something from you.”

“I have more experience with the latter - which should easily explain my absence from such….festivities.” He glanced toward the lively, drunken bunches near the front of the bar.

“So why now? Why this year, Professor?” Hermione’s curiosity subdued her hesitance.

Severus swirled the base of his glass along the table top. His face was obstructed only by the long locks of lanky black hair that had surprisingly few greys among them. His sharp nose was still as prominent as ever, though his face wasn’t pursed nearly as much as it used to be. Perhaps his years of seclusion had brought him some peace.

“Curiosity, Miss Granger,” He motioned towards the barkeep as Hermione had nearly drained her glass, “Curiosity to see Hogwarts again, to see what’s become of my students,”

“Curiosity?” Hermione couldn’t helped but be amused at the thought of simple curiosity bringing him out into the public eye, “Congratulations, Professor, that’s a new one to me”

“Are you calling me a liar?” He questioned as their glasses were filled. From a glance she could see a facetious nature to his query.

“Not at all, Professor,” Another sip added to the ones before were calming (or numbing) her nerves, “Just...surprised,”

“I wasn’t sure you’d accept my invitation, so considered us both surprised by the other.” He lifted his glass slightly, awaiting her to return the gesture.

“Do you take me for someone that rude?” She returned in a subdued jest, only pausing shortly before clinking her glass to his, “What are we drinking to?”

“New surprises from old acquaintances,” He answered after a short pause, “And not rude...perhaps forthright.”

“That I am guilty of without question.” She sipped the fresh glass.

“Oh I remember you, quiet well Granger.” Even if she hadn’t been the ever present partner of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, Severus imagined she still would have stuck out from her lack of shyness and her vigor for learning.

"You rarely missed an opportunity to call me out on it," her hand around her glass pointed a finger at him as she found herself falling into an oddly natural repartee. Odd, especially considering there was a time in her life where she viewed him as the enemy.

"It didn't appear to deter you," he noticed that his whiskey seemed to be going down much smoother in the company of someone. Perhaps this was a benefit of not drinking alone. Seveus found it difficult not to be amused as he cheeks stretched in a smile though he could tell she was trying to fight it.

“I suppose not, Professor.” She still had that know-it-all look in her eye and though she knew the criticism when intended to inspire or shame her into subduing it, she still felt somewhat prideful in her acquisition of knowledge. His mouth crooked into a half smile of amusement. It was odd to be having a conversation as adults without the construct of student/teacher.

“It has been many years since I have entered a classroom, Miss Granger. I haven’t been your instructor for an even longer period. I believe at the present time, you are no longer obligated to address me as your superior.” He drawled, speaking over the top of his glass.

“Old habits die hard,” She swallowed back the address of sir or professor, “That’s the only way I’ve ever known to address you. It definitely wouldn’t have done to address you so informally before. I don’t doubt you would have been pleased with the lot of us Gryffindors referring to you as Sev or mate.” She joked, wondering if she could turn that half a grin into a whole one.

“You’re absolutely correct, Miss Granger,” He swirled the spicy libation in his mouth, “I would have been rather displeased.

“I do have a first name too, you can address me by it if I’m allowed to address you by yours.” Hermione leaned forward a little, squinting her eyes with a peculiar amusement. She needed to see if he was game for such familiarity.

Severus sat in silence for a moment, resting his hand on the table as he sized her up in his mind. She was no longer the mousey, fresh faced child and student he’d first met. She was clearly a woman. The war and subsequent years had aged her as it had everyone else, but she did not fare as poorly as some. If anything she’d acquired beauty in her physical maturity. While her hair was still curly, she tamed it better now. She did not paint her face with anything too obtuse. He leaned forward slightly, his elbows on the edge of the table.

“Very well, Hermione,” Severus had to admit to himself that it felt odd saying her name out loud.

“That’s better, Severus,” Though in private, she and her friends had referred to him as Snape since nearly the moment they met him, there was a certain comfort she found in calling him by his name. Perhaps it was relief that she could view them as equitable instead of existing on two different planes.

Severus couldn’t help the quick, fleeting smirk on his lips, amused by her ability to change a pattern so easily. He decided not to let the moment linger. He was in need of any conversation outside of the internal dialogue that had been such a constant companion.

“So speaking of...Gryffindors…” He still grimaced, though Hermione found it comical, “How are those friends of yours?” His dark eyes were trained on her as he sipped again.

“We still leave that bad of a taste in your mouth?” She questioned, chuckling behind closed lips at his incredulous look, “I guess Slytherin’s and Gryffidor’s are just not made to see eye to eye?”

“In my experience, most of my interactions have been….unpleasant - current company excluded,” He was slow to the save, humored by the way her eyebrows lifted as if he would leave the insult as his last word.

“Nice save Prof- Severus,” She nodded, “I have to admit, I have occasionally thought of you over the years,” She hiccuped a little, “That is, wondering what you did to occupy your time.” She recovered quickly.

“Have you now?” Of all the people she’d known, he would have thought given the circumstances that most of them rarely, if ever, thought of him, “After so many years playing a double agent and spending my career in the view of so many, I find that I prefer my privacy. I stay in my home, reading, writing, documenting,”

“Documenting?” She leaned her cheek into her palm, looking interested.

“Yes. Though it was not my preferred subject, I did have a rather well adapted aptitude for potion-making. I developed many unique and novel substances even back to my own days at Hogwarts. I plan to release the formulas for a reasonable premium.”

“Reasonable? But you’re Severus Snape; the man who lied bold faced to -Voldemort-” Hermione felt odd saying the name out loud, she hadn’t had to in so long, “Harry may have been the poster boy, but many see you as much of a hero as they do him.” She said matter-of-factly.

“That bold tone, that’s the girl I remember, Hermione.” He caught himself from referring to her as Miss Granger, “And I prefer not to label myself as such. I believe there are many that still despise me,” He took another sip and for a moment Hermione felt some pity for him, but mostly warm from his first chiding remark.

“Well, regardless, I appreciate what you did. And you deserve a well earned drink on me,” She peered at his empty glass, not letting him refute her offer. She motioned towards the bar as a decanter floated their way and refilled his glass, “I insist,”

“I’m not sure that’s appropriate, you buying me a drink. After all I’m an old man,” he eyed the drink, his mouth thirsting for another taste.

“You’re not that old,” She leaned forward as she spoke a little quieter, “In fact it looks like you’ve barely aged,” She noted his appearance, the last decade had been devoid of most of the stresses that had strained him so much before.

“You’re attempting to flatter me, Hermione. I can’t on earth imagine why,” He toyed with her a bit, finally sipping his fresh fire whiskey.

“I resent the accusation that my politeness is anything but,” She was quick to match his wit, but there was also a teasing, sarcastic suggestion. Surely it was the wine speaking for her or at least prodding her in such a flirtatious direction.

“I believe you’ve had too much wine, Hermione,” He noted her once again empty glass.

She smirked holding it up in the air to the side, not breaking her gaze from his. It refilled from the bottle, this time settling itself on the table rather than behind the bar.

“Am I of age, Severus?” She challenged his assessment coyly.

“Yes, I believe you are,” His eyes couldn’t help but look her over and confirm for himself that his thoughts were well founded.

“Then let me worry about my own levels of intoxication. After all have you ever know me to be *hiccup* irresponsible?” Her words and her behavior seemed to be sending two very distinct but different signals. He lifted his brow in a moment of question, but he was feeling rather warm and fuzzy himself. What harm could it do to let a bit of his guard down around someone who seemed so interested in his company.

“I cannot recall such a time, but perhaps you should put a little more in your stomach,” He pushed a plate of bread and cheese he’d barely touched towards her, “How is Potter these days?” He wanted to change the subject until her obvious buzz was a little more subdued.

“You really want to know about Harry?” She looked somewhat surprised, but continued without his confirmation, “He’s alright I suppose. Still with Ginny Weasley, they have Lupin’s boy and one of their own. He turns down public appearances on an hourly basis. Tough to be treated fairly when everyone either wants something from you or to treat you like a god.”

“I know about the former, not so much the latter,” He pursed his lips as he heard the name of Harry’s wife, “I supposed I shouldn’t be surprised he stayed with that girl. She was the least insufferable of the lot, in my experience. How about your Weasley. The daft one.”

“Ohhh, I can tell you’ve been sitting on that question for a moment, haven’t you?” Hermione noticed that he seemed compelled to ask it more than willful, “We didn’t last long at all - after school. We went our separate ways and I don’t see much of him at all. I keep in contact with his mum more than any of them.” She watched as he took a drink, but through the arc of the glass, she could see him conceal and satisfactory smirk.

“What I shame, you two seemed to compliment each other well,” He offered with little conviction.

“Ha, you don’t believe that for a moment, Severus,” She chortled a bit, “we had a history, but in the end he turned out to be very wrong for me. I need someone with more, with more…” She struggled to describe what was missing.

“Maturity,” Severus answered with a slow enunciation, not at all questioning.

Hermione glanced at him again, but the shared gaze had a different energy to it, “Yes. That’s exactly it,”

Though a silence passed between them, it felt as if they were wordlessly communicating. There was no awkward air between them.

“So, there’s been no one else to fill the,” his eyes flickered down as if in the subtlest of suggestions, “void?”

Hermione nibbled a bit of bread, wiping a cumb from her lip before shaking her head slightly. She struggled to speak for a few moments, resisting the urge to suppress her impulse.

“No. No one has filled that void in ages...Severus,” She said suggestively, but felt an intense nervousness as she waited with baited breath for his reply.

“That’s quite a shame,” He replied after a brief pause. Either an awkwardness would follow or she might-

“Yes, it is,” She looked at him with determination and agenda. Though the conversation had been finding its way to this point, it still surprised him that she was this bold.

“Being alone does have its disadvantages,” He set his glass down, no longer interested in being satiated by a substance.

“Perhaps tonight,” She ran her nail along a ridge in the wood grain on the table before looking back up at him, “We throw our cautions to the wind and give this whole ‘not being alone’ a go,”

She had no doubt that snogging in public was something Severus was very much against, so taking the initiative she stood from the quiet booth, noting that the bar was nearly empty. She walked with some stealth but still a natural gate to a wooden door that led behind the bar. She opened it slightly, enough only to slip past the gap and keep the old rusty hinges from screeching. She looked back towards him in a silent invitation.

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Hermione waited in the room filled with wooden casks and crates of bottles, stacked upon wooden shelves that stretched from floor to ceiling. She leaned her back against one such post, the anticipation did the job of sobering her a bit. At least if she was rejected, it wouldn’t be with an audience. Only a short time had passed (though it felt like eons) when she was startled by the door pushing open. Severus also passed through a gap only large enough for him to float through, still sporting the black robes she remembered over the black suit.

They did not need to speak. Each knew why they were there.

Hermione did not move from her spot, but her spine arched every so slightly that her chest jutted forward as the room echoed his footsteps and her controlled breath. He approached, standing mere inches from her, making it no secret that his eyes were taking in her form.

She was the first to break the barrier of touch, her curious core aching for a reprieve of its neglect. Her palm rested against his chest, sliding upwards over his collar. Her fingers slid without pause over the lingering scars on his neck that his cloak normally concealed. She did not let it deter her and he returned the gesture with one of appreciation.

The first kiss was soft as if gently testing the waters.

“Severus…” She whispered feeling his breath rolling across her tempted lips.

The confirmation of her desire saw his return kiss much more feverish and impassioned. As if seduction had evaded him so long that he dared not let it slip between his fingers. She arched more as his hands passed around her waist to her back, pressing her body into his. Her arms were around his broad shoulders. The kiss was not sloppy, but not at all contained. The only parting was out of the shear need for air.

“Let’s not waste time, Severus,” She slid her hands to her blouse, yanking it open so the buttons scattered across the room. Her chest heaved, only contained by her lacy brassiere.

“You witches and your frivolous underthings,” He paused to look into her eyes only a moment before both hands grasped her breasts, squeezing and lifting them as she struggled between a groan and a gasp. Their lips were quick to meet again as he tugged the lace cups down roughly, exposing her breasts directly to his greedy grasp, “Its a shame to cover these at all,”

Severus pulled his lips from hers to let his eyes absorb the visual of her toplessness into his memory. They were perky, their containment unneeded. He lifted one swell to meet his descending mouth, his tongue impatient for the taste of her firm nipples.

“Holy Merlin’s fuck!” Hermione let her fingers grip his signature black tresses. She didn’t pull them either which way, more or less just holding on to him, “Severus, you devil,”

“On the contrary, Hermione,” He rose up, stopping a maddening inch from her face, “I believe you’re the devil in this scenario.” Still holding her attention, his hand reached for hers and pressed it firmly against the evidence of her perverse inspiration. She gripped around the rigid shaft, still encompassed by his trousers, but the rush of arousal between her own legs almost left her dizzy. She was thankful for the sturdy post behind her or she’d likely have fallen off balance.

“What torture for you, you poor thing,” She squeezed and palmed his member. She grinned while gnawing her lip, lowering herself by sliding down the post. She knelt her splayed legs at his feet, her hand moving to unfaster his trousers while her humored gaze peered back up at his still serious countenance.

His angular jaw clenched and shifted as she revealed him, her hand almost surprisingly warm as it wrapped around his vein-laced, pulsing shaft. He noticed her eyes fell upon her prey and she studied it as she stimulated it as if applying a science to extracting his pleasurable nuances. Ever the scholarly approach, typical Hermione.

“It won’t bite, Hermione,” He teased with a taunting chuckle. His fingers were unable to grip into her hair, partially impaired from Nagini’s venom. Instead, his hand slid over the top of her head, gently pushing it back so it rested against the wooden pillar. He stepped closer as her lips lazily lay agape, her chin tilted slightly upward. Her eyes followed the tip of his cock as it prodded against her lips, tainting them with a sticky string of precum before slipping between them.

Severus’s breath shuddered as he struggled to acclimate to the warmth of her willing mouth. He moved slowly, keeping a shallow depth as she kept submissively still.

“What a good little witch,” He growled.

Hermione’s now free hands allowed her the freedom to stimulate herself; reaching between her splayed thighs, her skirt allowed her quick access. She couldn’t resist the throb of her own sex, keeping her touch gentle to keep from cumming too quickly. She was desperate for an orgasm, but would rather the first explosion be at the mercy of his penetration.

As his eyes closed and his head tilted back, Hermione took more of an active roll. Her lips tightened around his cock, her tongue wiggled in a slow, purposeful massage. She was thrilled to earn the groan that rumbled in his throat soon after. She gagged but did not relent as his hips pushed him a little beyond her tolerance.

“Hungry little thing, aren’t you?” He tried not to wheeze, but the invigoration of her oral stimulation was nearly impossible to overcome. His balls ached and twitched a little as he pulled himself away, her eager mouth fighting his retreat, “I’d toss those knickers if I were you.”

Hermione was eager to work the stretched garment down her thighs and let them fall the rest of the way to the floor as she stood again, her hand too covetous to leave his member untouched.

“Get that cock inside me, Severus, now,” She coolly demanded, her leg lifted, her thigh resting on his hip as her other hand pulled him closer by his collar. His dexterity may have deteriorated, but his own therapies had regained his strength. She giggled a little in surprise as he lifted her other leg, letting them grip around his waist tightly. She was trapped between him and the post as his shaft nestled itself between the lips of her dampened sex, “Severus!” she gasped impatiently.

Hermione groaned a moment later when his swollen glans slipped inside of her, the tip a temporary tease. Severus watched her face intently as he let her weight sink her helplessly. Though she stretched to accommodate him and her cheeks reddened from resisting the urge to cry out louder, he did not allow her more time to acclimate. He flexed his hips, the movement thrusting her upwards only so gravity could force her full of him again, the pleasurable dive escalating now with matching force.

She balled up her fists full of his shirt, her thighs gripping his waist with a surprising strength. Her sex ached from his invasion, but it was a delicious ache that stole her breath from her lungs and made her wish it would never end.

Severus quickened his thrusts into a satisfying rhythm. It was paced enough to keep her sex constantly roused with pleasure, but not so quickly that it lacked apparent skill.

“Sev,” Hermione’s eyes fluttered closed as she gasped, then bit the tip of her tongue, “That cock...is fucking magnificent,”

He felt a tingle in his core, he hadn’t been called ‘Sev’ in years, but something about her husky tone made it a treat to his ear.

“I was just about to say the same thing about this juicy cunt of yours, Hermione,” He seethed, his thrusts absorbed by her impaled sex. The post behind her did not cushion any of his plunging campaign. She was glad for it, she wanted to feel the entirety of his talent.

They only paused for a moment as the door opened, their drunken state a mix of alcohol and lustful intoxication. The barkeep paused in his tracks, carrying a crate of empty bottles.

“For fucks sake get lost,” Hermione slurred, her cunt completely full of his cock at the moment, “can’t you see someone’s shagging in here??” She barked at the shocked man, who quickly departed with a slightly frightened look on his face.

“Such a feisty thing,” He was humored by her audaciousness, rewarding her with several quick strokes that pummeled her sex and drew a quivering release from her. She called his name in a raspy plea, slickening his cock so that it slid even more easily and quickly into her.

Severus felt an overwhelming pleasure that his body had been devoid of for far too long and though he would have preferred to let it linger for hours, the time and place did not allow for such a reality. Perhaps his choice of partner added to his perversion. He leaned into her, pinning her tightly as his mouth latched on to her exposed neck. He suckled and nipped at the flushed flesh, crushing her breasts under the weight of his chest.

Hermione wiggled her hips, trying to match his movement. She tried to satiate the recurring tickle that burned inside of her sex. She chased the impending release with fervor, feeling his movements become more instinctual and primal. His breaths labored into almost gravely moans that matched his pace.

“Severus….Severus!” She gasped as her release teetered on the edge, “Fuck...fuck! I’m cumming!” She finally exclaimed as the heated explosion swelled her core, making the pusing eruptions of his cumming cock even more pronounced and gratifying.

Severus felt light-headed as his body’s concentration was on the orgasm that engulfed his being. Her cunt gripped his invading member with a possessive hold, still trembling with aftershocks.

The room was filled with only the sound of weathered, heaving breaths, desperate to fill their lungs and restore their senses.There was a silent stare between them as her shaking legs released him and he helped her feet back under her. She straightened her skirt and brassiere, noticing a disappointed scowl as she covered her breasts. She only smirked, reaching for her wand as she repaired the buttons on her shirt.

The bar was empty as they left, save for the barkeep who kept his gaze downturned as they passed. They parted ways with cordial ‘nice to see you again’s’, neither wanting to make awkward their peculiar evening.

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The interaction did not leave either of their minds, though they continued about their individual lives as normal. Hermione continued her work alongside the department of International Magical Cooperation, travelling abroad to lands and sights that were thrilling and exciting. But even with her busy occupation, the moment of secret passion wove its way to the front of her thoughts often.

One particular evening when the draw of self-indulgent pleasure was too prominent to resist, Hermione used that motivation to extend a greeting. She wrote a letter with careful intent and included an enchanted photograph as she folded and sealed it. She entrusted its delivery with a jet-black owl and set it off into the dark night.

The letter was delivered to its intended recipient as he continued his solitary work. His name scrawled in a feminine penmanship is what caught his attention first. When he flipped it over, Hermione’s initials impressed in the wax seal made excitement well up in his belly, though his exterior remained reserved.

Severus,

I very much enjoyed the chance to be in your company the other evening. And what exhilarating company it was. I hope my letter finds you well and please accept this photograph as a token of my admiration.

I look forward with a great deal of interest in our next ‘reunion’.

Warmest Regards,

Hermione

Severus smirked at the simple, concise letter. The smirk faded only slightly as he watched the enchanted photograph move before his very eyes. Though the border provided only a neck down view, the unbuttoning blouse slowly revealing a familiar lace and cleavage made no mystery of its subject.

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