#you can tell how special this spell is to her oh my lord ;-;

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An overprotective brother vs. the apple of Poseidon’s eye - who will win?

tw: violence & accusations against reader, if its not ur thing dont read this one

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Humans were jealous creatures. Always wanting just the tiniest bit more. And very easily, they can become dangerous creatures.

And what are humans if not created in the gods’ image?

Life in the castle was busy on this chilly autumn morning. People hurried back and forth, bringing with them both endless chatter and preparations for an important meeting - hosted by Lord Poseidon, of course, alongside his s/o.

Servants brought in a large table with many chairs, while others busied themselves with the tablecloth and the proper folding of napkins. Some began to organize the royal blue flowers into vases, setting vases in the center of the table in a symmetrical fashion.

It was about an hour until Adamas and his generals would arrive, and already you were made to get ready. After twenty minutes of playful bickering between you and your servants on the proper color of your outfit, you were finally ready.

Of course, you looked stunning.

Standing beside Poseidon, you prepared to receive your guests.

He squeezed your hand- the only indication that he was responsive to your nervousness. No one else could tell, but the affection in his eyes told you everything.

He loved you.

Your attention was drawn by the arrival of your in-law Adamas.

You don’t miss the expression on Adamas’ face as he is brought inside.

Jealousy.

~~~

“I’m taking a break, darling.” You whisper to Poseidon. Social events were exhausting after a while.

He nods, and a quiet understanding of come back quick was exchanged.

You were one room over from where the meeting was taking place, standing near a window. The stars painted the sky in a such a beautiful manner…it was entrancing. Everything else seemed to be drowned out, if only for a moment.

The sound of footsteps brings you out of your staring.

“He actually looks at you,” The scorn in his voice was obvious. “And he only met you three years ago.”

Adamas steps out of the dark, eyes glinting with a malice that made you shiver.

“Yet I’m his older brother, and he hasn’t looked at me once. Not a single time”

He stopped, now standing much closer than before.

”At first, I wondered what was so special about you. And then I realized that there wasn’t. You must have put some sort of spell on him, played with his mind- to manipulate him into loving you. Because why else would he act like this with someone like you?”

In the blink of an eye, his face twisted into something akin to rage, and he raises you up by the neck. Almost immediately you start clawing at him.

“Did you think no one would notice? Did you think I wouldn’t see what you did to my baby brother?” You struggle to breathe, and every second that passes that you don’t answer he gets angrier.

“Answer me!”

He drops you to the floor, scoffing. His teeth are bared as he hisses out, “You can’t even fight back.”

With that, he leaves, shoes clicking against the floor. You stay on the floor, gasping for air, wondering how such a cruel creature could ever be related to your lover.

Slowly, you get to your feet. Now mindful of the new bruise around your neck, wincing as you go to touch it.

One of the servants, a woman by the name of Phoebe, rushes through the door, mumbling “-more plates, more plates.” under her breath. Though, when she sees your sorry state, she startles.

“O-Oh! Let me go get Lord Poseidon! I’ll be right back!” And she leaves as quick as she came.

You squeeze your eyes shut, already feeling the headache come on.

~~~

The baby blue walls of your shared bedroom were nothing new. What was new, however, were the various doctors scattered around the room, murmuring to one another.

You take a heavy breath in, which alerts the doctors that you’re awake.

“Go tell Lord Poseidon that his s/o is awake.” Orders one of the doctors. Another hurries around, picking up salves and bandages while another asks you constant questions.

It’s overwhelming, but soon stops at the presence of Poseidon.

He points to the door, and the doctors take the hint and get out.

His eyes rake over your body, and his face goes dark in a way he’s only let you see a few times.

A finger rests under your chin, making you meet his eyes.

“Who did this to you?”

It’s a simple question, with a not-so-simple answer. Poseidon is a protective god, and no one is allowed to hurt the few people he holds dear.

However, this becomes complicated when his own brother is your attacker.

“Answer.”

Reminiscent of his older brother, Poseidon mimics him nearly perfectly. Though, this time the god will not simply leave you behind.

“Your brother. Adamas.” You croak out, wincing at the way it hurts.

He merely hums, yet you can already tell he’s plotting fratricide. Patting your head, he tells you; “Rest now, I will be back later.”

With that, he leaves the room, trident in hand.

~~~

i was blessed with a surge of motivation and now its everyone elses problem

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[creepyshowerkid]

Aegon I: ive never heard of this "europe" but it sounds like a big bunch of shit to me

Aenys: thank you for liking the "Real men of genius" beer commercials. Were bringing them back in an attempt to suppress the 2nd American Civil War

Maegor: if a sniper shot me i owuld run over to where he is and kick the gun out of his hand and kill him because hes not specialized in melee fight

Jaehaerys I: incredibly handsome , charismatic famous boy credited with ending income inequality after saying that slumlords should be called "dumblords"

Alysanne: CHILD︓ Papa.. tell me once more about WIFE's DUTY

PAPA︓ it is WIFE's DUTY to protect her husband from villains, always

Viserys I: i help every body, im not racist, i keep myself nice, and when i ask for a single re-tweet in return i am told to fuck off, fuck myself, etc

Rhaenyra: girl;s with cracked phone screens give top like the devil him self

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Aegon II: pleased to announce that i will shatter all barriers in 2017 by becoming the first adult gerber baby

Aegon III: "oh youre sad because a judge died? thats so adorable" i say as i effortlessly list off 100 dead judges from simply my memory

Daeron I: ah.. the perfect Souffle! cant wait to dig in to t(*EVERY PIPE IN MY HOUSE EXPLODES AT THE SAME TIME, COVERING ME IN SHIT AND BOILING WATER*

Baelor: theres never been a horny me,

and never shall i horny be,

And If this sacred vow shall break,

I pray the lord my posts to take

Viserys II: im the only guy who knows how to call out the bull shit of society the smart way. and against all odds i do it for free

Aegon IV: were at the point now, that when i offer to impregnate my girl followers, people assume my motives are sexual. disgusting, grow the fuck up,

Daeron II: let's all be my wife

Daemon Blackfyre: Sword's. The only blade known to man

Aerys I: "ill goon your ass. ill pig you out"

yeuah um, No, its highly unlikely that you will "Goon" my ass. Try reading a book of english

Daemon II Blackfyre: i plan on attending chad and avril's wedding so i can absorb all the Love and Music Energy and use it to repair the corrupted soul of gaia .

Haegon Blackfyre: and now im being unfollow brigaded by traitors who would gladly simply put my ass in the viper pit

Maekar: aggressively joyless oaf hhere. painfully obnoxious respect demander checkign in. extremely dim witted frowning man looking for pals

Aegon V: EVERYONE PLEASE BUY YOUR MAGIC SPELLS BEOFRE AUGUST 30 WHEN EBAY BANS THEM FOR GOOD, CONTACT YOUR LOCAL ANONYMOUS REPRESENTATIVE & HOLLER BS

Daemon III Blackfyre: Dont like the posts ? Goto WWW . KILL MY ASS DEAD . COM...

Jaehaerys II: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. i hoot & holler outta the building while a bunch of losers try to tell me that im dying

Maelys Blackfyre: scorned Gamer invents a new color of face that is reportedly "Worse than blackface" -- Beyond Fucked - Theres Never seen anything like this.

Aerys II: wearing a false ass crack and prosthetic dick on top of my real ones in case my pants get burned off by fire

Viserys III: please banky. if youre out there reading this i need you to graffiti a chode with balls on my shop teacher's station wagon

Daenerys: girls are such White people

[bagheerita]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Thanks for the tag @annwayne! ❤️

Were you named after anyone? Not really but my middle name is a family name traditional to the oldest daughter for like 4 generations back

When was the last time you cried? I dunno, 2 days ago I think? I read a really beautiful story on tumblr and teared up

Do you have kids? No.

Do you use sarcasm? Wow, what’s with this question? I mean, does anyone not use sarcasm?

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Probably their energy/intensity. I don’t know if there’s a better way to say that? I work in customer service and I’m always wary of people who come in with a certain attitude, because they always want things, and they want them now, and they want me to fix it when that’s not my job, and then they yell about it. I've been doing this awhile now so I've gotten good at knowing which people are going to be easy to help and which ones are going to be a pill just from their energy when they first come in.

What’s your eye color? I was going to say I have "eyes like the sea after a storm,” but then I was like… "what’s that from?? Oh." And I’m not Westley, so I’ll just say blue. ;b

Scary movies or happy endings? This is a false choice; these things have nothing to do with each other. A good movie should encompass a wide range of human emotions including fear and happiness. My favorite movies tend to be adventure stories with a friendship focus, like Lord of the Rings, and I do tend to prefer stories with “happy” endings. But I also adore a movie that’s just well made, like Seven Samurai or Portrait of a Lady on Fire, neither of which have “happy” endings. I will say, I don’t usually watch “scary” movies because they are usually stupid and I laugh at them and then the people who like those kind of movies get mad at me for laughing. Also life is short, why would I deliberately choose to spend my time being scared when real life is a fucking trip in itself? If that's for you, cool. I just don't get it.

Any special talents? All my talents are special. Being a smart-ass is a big one if you couldn't tell.

Where were you born? Ypsilanti. (I had to look it up because I can say it but I couldn’t spell it, and apparently the city is named after a “hero in the Greek War of Independence from the Ottoman Empire.” Which is cool to know.) I never lived there, but was born there, so... yay.

What are your hobbies? Writing mostly. I always have ideas that I’m considering, to see if they will become stories. I also like reading and watching stuff, especially to refill the creativity pool when writing has sapped it out. I enjoy “gardening” (basically me messing around in my yard, tearing up some things and planting other things that then die in the heat bc I forget to water them), and cross stitch.

Have any pets? My cat Bug. He just turned 14 last month and is affectionately known as my grumpy old man. I also foster cats for my local rescue, and I currently have a mom named Samantha and her kitten Squirt.

What sports do/have you played? Look, I deliberately signed up for band AND choir in middle school because it was the only way to get out of having to take gym class. I am not athletic and I do not like playing or watching sports. I do enjoy hiking, and always liked canoeing at my grandparents’ house when I had access to a canoe.

How tall are you? Exactly average for my demographic, which is annoying because I’m always surrounded by tall people or short people, so I feel like the odd one out either way which makes it difficult to feel “average.”

Favorite subject at school? I was one of those quiet “good” students when I was in school, who always did the work that was required and did it well, because I lived in deathly fear of attracting attention. (No reason; I just wanted people to leave me alone so I could finish whatever I was supposed to be doing as quickly as possible and then go back to my room and read books.) Favorite classes tended to depend on the teacher I had that year/for that subject and there wasn’t an overall "subject" that I remember really liking or disliking. (You'd think I'd say English, because one year our required reading was The Count of Monte Cristo, which became my favorite book ever, but we also had to read a lot of boring crappy stuff, so it balances out.)

Dream job? Honestly probably just to get paid enough to cover all my bills without having to stress about it, doing whatever. I like doing and learning different things, and helping people. I also love doing "boring" jobs. I like my job now also because I've been at this job for 10 years and I could do it in my sleep half the time which leaves more brain power open to think about story ideas. When I was younger I wanted to be an author, but I have written and had short stories published, and through that experience I’ve realized that I don’t want to get paid for writing. That would make it a job, and then I couldn’t do it for fun; it wouldn’t feel the same, and I wouldn't have the same inspiration (getting published gave me writer's block for a year). I also used to work from home with my previous job and that is not for me. I like what I do now fine, I just wish I got paid enough to actually go on vacation, or go out to eat if I wanted without having to budget for it a month in advance.

Let’s see how many mutuals I can remember (with no pressure or requirement to participate): @ladyofparchments @castleflower @darklysnarky @judgeverse @only-in-december @girlscience @mx-seraph

#tag games #personal #if I didn't tag you it's bc I saw or assumed that someone cooler than me had already tagged you. but if i assumed wrong

[sio-writes]

Thank you for tagging me @coffeewritesfiction !

I tag: @furrbbyx @menagerie-of-monsters and anyone else who wants to do it!

Interview with a Character!

For this interview, we have Kyla Bateman, a lovely young woman from a countryside farm in the untamed woods of the northwest. Recently, Kyla has had a bit of a, shall we say “location change,” and we’re here to get to know her better!

1. Are you named after anyone?

My maid’s name, Asher, was from my grandmother on my father’s side. She was a lovely woman, the one who taught me how to sew. So I am Kyla Asher Bateman.

2. When was the last time you cried?

A few days ago— but it wasn’t bad! I cry when I’m stuck, or angry, or even when I’m embarrassed. This time had been a passage in a book with so many new words that I had to keep pausing my reading and search for them, it was all very frustrating. And of course Aure— the lord of the forest walked in and thought he’d done something wrong, haha.

3. Do you have any kids?

No, and I don’t want any. I saw what my mother went through with my younger brother, and I’m not wont to repeat that.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

I try not to. It was...discouraged at home, and the Fair Folk here don’t seem to understand it? It passes over their heads, and some of them even get upset with me, they relate it to lying. His lordship has begun to pick up on it, but he’s got a long road ahead.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Aside from their face? Perhaps their hands. Funnily enough, that was one of the first things I noticed about— um, anyway. Anything that sticks out, usually. Like Gregory’s earrings or Sveta’s hair.

6. Eye color?

Just brown, the color of soil.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I’m not sure what a movie is, but I love to read scary stories! Especially the ones with happy endings. So can I choose both?

8. Any special talents?

I think I have an aptitude for magic, specifically transforming spells. I don’t know much, but his lordship says I’m advancing rather quickly. I’m always learning, with him.

9. Where were you born?

Like my brother, I was born at home, in my parent’s bed on a horribly rainy night, and I lived my whole life on that farm.

10. What’re your hobbies?

I do love to sew, and I’m not good at it but I find I enjoy reading as well. His lordship still hasn’t taken me traveling with him, but I would love to see the sights as he does.

11. Have any pets?

If the animals on the farm count, then at least two dozen, haha!

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Sports? Oh! Recreation. I never had the time. After schooling I’d always be called back home to help with the chores, so I suppose I could count the labor I did there. I harvested crops, fed the animals, brought in and chopped firewood, among other things.

13. How tall are you?

I’m…not sure. I took my father’s height, and was taller than my mother by the time I turned 16. But in the years following, I didn’t think to measure myself. I’m sure there’s a rotting door trim somewhere at home with marks of my height on them, but I can tell you that if I stand on my toes, I can just barely touch his lordship’s shoulders when I stretch my arms.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Oh I loved everything in school. I loved to learn, to hear about new things, new discoveries and points of view. I especially loved hearing stories with the most fantastical creatures in them— and I suppose I’m living such a story now!

15. Dream job?

As a girl, I’d always dreamt of opening a dress shop in town, where I’d see enough people to keep the business running, but not too many like in the city. It would be nice to have such a thing, but many of the Fair Folk don’t wear clothing, so I think my customers would be very few, haha.

#tag game #Sacrifice #this was super fun to think about #I was originally gonna do Cassie but Kyla seemed like she needed more development #all of this is canon I imagine some fae just popped into her personal space and started asking questions #with a mic and everything #If anyone wants me to do this again with another character do tell me

[adleryoung]

Thinking carefully back over recent events, I realized that all the times I had summoned something from nowhere, I had been going out of my way to please Vernier. Obviously this meant that Vernier had some kind of special power and was most likely sent by Fuma to aid me, which meant that we were fated to be together!

Wait, no! I could feel another case of the goo-goo eyes coming on! I had to focus! If I wanted to impress Vernier, I had to focus!! On further reflection, I recalled that I was able conjure the Foxspell from nothing when Rebecca tried using her Wiles on me. Was heightened focus the key? How could that possibly be? If I was concentrating on a higher level, shouldn't I be totally aware of what I was doing? It seemed more like an almost-involuntary thing, essentially uncontrollable, like the Irenaeid Battle Fury. Perhaps I could only conjure things under duress, and only for other people. If that were true, it would be difficult testing such an ability. In any case, I was almost positive that the key wasn't 'True Love' like in all those sappy lowfolk children's stories. How could a kiss from a prince cure death by poisoned apple? Complete rubbish. Further experimentation would be required.

"He seems to do this a lot," Rebecca whispered behind me.

"My brother also used to drift off into a world of his own," Vernier sighed wistfully.

"What do you suppose he means about apples and rubbish?" Rebecca asked.

"I'm not sure," Vernier replied, "but perhaps I should not include apples in his food baskets."

"And that's why glass slippers are completely impractical and dangerous!" I declared, turning around triumphantly to see the two femmes staring with bewildered expressions. "Uh, right. Ahem. Rebecca, I would like to have a quick meeting with your coven of witches, preferably all of them together at one time. I'll amaze and astound them with a light show, talk about the importance of being Seelie and serving Fuma, and then declare that you shall be their teacher. What you learn from me, you will convey to them. However, uh, don't mention that this will be your role. Let me tell them. For now, go home with Vernier so you can gather your group. I just escaped from a dangerous Floozy and I need some time to prepare materials for your next lesson. Meanwhile, practice your finger sparks some more. If you can perfect it - with sound - completely on your own, then I will really be impressed."

"By the BUNNY!!!" Rebecca squealed. "And, um, Praise Fuma! This is sooo exciting!! It's happening, it's really happening! I'm gonna learn magic and be the leader of the coven! This is so COOL! Thank you, oh thank you my Lord, my Master! I will serve you forever!"

"Now now," I chuckled magnanimously. "Don't let it go to your head." It felt genuinely good to steer this wayward femme's life in a better direction, and the idea of bringing more misguided souls into Fuma's blessed light filled me with ebullience. While Rebecca was away summoning her coven, I could test out my newfound powers … perhaps do some research … and if she mastered this spell on her own, it might give me a better clue as to whether or not she was a changeling.

"All right," I declared. "We've reviewed everyone's assignments and you all know what you should be doing. Before this meeting is adjourned, does anyone have any more thoughts, questions, or suggestions?"

"What are we doin' again?" Burnside asked groggily as she got to her feet.

#furry #adventure #story #plot #cartoon #elf #tboay

[arcanamusica]

Arcanamusica Novel #001- Her Case (彼女の場合) Translation

I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder, and when I turned around to see who it was, I saw my friend who was in the same lecture class as me.

“Whatcha listening to?” Her eyes glittered with excitement as she sat down next to me.

Taking out my earphones, I showed her the application on my phone that I used for my music subscriptions. She sat down next to me, excitedly telling me all about how she used the same app before.

When she asked what kind of music I listened to, I admitted that I only listened to songs that were recommended to me by the algorithm. Her eyes sparkled again as she said, “Well, then I have a recommendation for you!”

As she pulled out her own smartphone, she was giggling. 

The unfamiliar app blinked back at me. “Arcana..Musica?”

She explained to me that it was another music app that was free of charge. I knew that type of application was common these days, and it was definitely trending. I was always usually the one to fall behind trends, but she was always on top of them, so it wasn’t a shock to hear her talk about such a thing.

She went on to explain, “There’s some singers that are special Arcanamusica Exclusives! Hmm, let’s see~Oh, yeah! Here’s my fave! Dapare!”

“D-Dapare?”

It seemed as though she was referring to someone named “Dark Palace”…The demon lord. Of course, Dapare seemed to be a nickname of sorts, because having to repeat “Dark Palace” again and again was a mouthful. After she shared her favorite songs and phrases that Dapare sings, she leaned forward and became more serious. 

She leaned in and lowered her voice. “So apparently, everyone’s saying Dapare and Maimy are the same person.”

Maimy… Who was that again? Oh, that’s right. He was a popular streamer that was one of her favorites. She always talked about him and suggested that I watch. Of course, Maimy was popular with other girls too, and his fans willingly referred to themselves as Mai-min. Personally, I only had watched him for a little while after she recommended him to me. To me, he seemed like another pretty boy that just made idle chatter, usually about beauty products. 

“So like, both Dapare and Maimy haven’t said anything about it,” She continued, “But we think that one of Dapare’s songs have easter eggs that might actually spell out Maimy’s name~”

“Eh.. Really..”

I wanted to be excited, too, but I didn’t keep up with those trends that well. I didn’t want to sour the mood, but never felt like I had the need to stan someone like that. Seeing her so passionate made me want to feel that way about something too. 

Suddenly, she declared, “Oh, you should totally download it! Even though I’m a Dapare stan, you might find another artist you like. There’s so many!” 

I immediately went into the app store to look for it, but it was nowhere to be seen. As I was about to report back to her, she seemed to remember, “Oh, yeah! I forgot Arcanamusica is invite-only. You only can download it if you get the link!”

I thought this was odd, especially because most apps advertised how many downloads they received-but this loophole kind of made it feel even more exciting and unique. My friend explained that one of her fellow Mai-min sent her the invite to download the app, so in turn she forwarded the link to me. Just then, our class started, so the excitement was put on hold temporarily.

-That Night-

As I came home from my part-time job and finally had a chance to relax, my phone suddenly pinged. It was a message from my friend

Did you go on the app yet?

I hadn’t finished the download during the day, so I resumed it as I told her I would start listening as soon as possible. 

Kay! Once you listen, let me know if there’s any songs you like!

Remembering how excited she got over the things she loved, I wanted to live up to those expectations and find something similar for myself.

The first song I listened to was the one she talked about by Dapare, which was said to show the similarities between him and Maimy. It was called…“The demon king's palace is dangerously ephemeral”..? I was taken aback by the dark, visual-kei like introduction as I tapped play. To tell the truth, I didn’t know Maimy’s voice at all. I didn’t watch enough of his streams to make that connection, but it was definitely a song that made me a little bit more on edge than I usually was. I suppose I could empathize with what the Mai-min were all about. Then, I noticed a duet titled “2H2O” which I thought I might like. It had a fast pace, but nonetheless felt relaxing and pleasant to listen to. “Ikkun'' was the other singer.. After listening, I listened to his original song, “Monochrome through Film ''. As I listened, I noticed that it was very different from Dapare’s, and much more subdued. In fact, it was a perfect song to listen to at night. Now that I was in a much more relaxed mood, I decided to try another song from Ikkun named “Jade-colored rose amor”. I noticed that it also had a “special” icon, which designated a song as the singer’s original. I couldn’t find these special songs on the music app that I usually listened to, which piqued my interest as I fell deeper into the Arcana Musica rabbit hole. 

Ah. 

I found it.

The minute I heard the melody, I realized. This was what I had been searching for all this time, what I was longing to hear. My heart began to flutter in a way I had never felt before. RiZ’s “My Role”. I kept my eyes directly on the lyrics as they flashed on the screen, feeling each word on a level that resonated deeply with me. I had never felt this much emotion when listening to a song before, and I began to find myself falling deeper and deeper into the music. I was so absorbed in the music that I began to listen to the other songs RiZ featured in- “My Song” and “Reverse Spinner”. Each word that he spoke dug the knife of pain and emotion deeper into me, but even so I reveled in it. Before I knew it, the sun was starting to rise.

“Uh…I should probably go to sleep…”

I made sure to register RiZ as my favorite singer so that I wouldn’t miss any of his new music. Then I finally climbed into my futon. 

Maybe…This is what it means to have someone be your favorite. I can’t wait to tell my friend tomorrow. The story about how Arcanamusica helped me to finally find something important to me.

#arcanamusica

[lesbianwhowrites]

"Dear Lord Y/N just look at me, like I look at you"

FEM!READER X GEORGE FAN/FAYNE

So much had changed, I used to be an unknown, I didn't have fame, nor did I ever really want it. But coming to horseshoe bay everything is revealed one way or another. Thanks mom.

I wasn't special, or atleast in a way people normally think of, I could speak to ghosts. But I don't really think of it as anything special, just another thing to add to my life.

Meeting Nancy, George, Nick, Ace, and Bess, wasn't out of the ordinary went to The Claw, needed food. Met George who was my waitress and was served food. Then BAM, walked in Nancy Drew, with her oh so familiar inquisitive look that I can now read like the back of my hand.

Suddenly, as quick as she came in, they all left... including me to the lake to summon some wish giving spirit called the agleca, and having to use our own blood to being this spirit to us. Great.

"I just wanted fish and chips,I didn't want blood and chips. I don't even know you guys, WHY did I agree to this." Nancy looks over at me "Because you evavsdropped and we got you to say yes." I look over at nancy and roll my eyes looking back down at the mirror. I'm not going to lie I knew what was going to happen, it's not like I've never done a seance, or summoning spell before. I literally speak to ghosts. Lucky for me I just happened to know this spirit personally.

Slowly the waves slowed down and went farther away from us and suddenly coming forward revealing bones, Lucy Sables bones to be exact. That's exactly where our story leads us. Right here, right now.

Bess runs in with the latest magazine, yelling out my name, "Y/N, Y/N, YOUR ON THE FRONT PAGE." I quietly sighed, I took on my father's legacy, I didn't want to be anything like the old Hudsons, but I wasn't going to lie when I was asked to model for some magazine covers. George walks over and looks over my shoulder, "Great, now it's going to go over your head, and we'll lose an employee."

I rolled my eyes and looks back to the title, 'New owner of the Hudsons business? Y/N Hudson' I cringed at the title, "My face looks weird in that photo, ew..." George, who was still looking, "Yeah, you look a little distorted in the picture there." I lightly pushed George away, "That's my face your talking about, only I get to shit talk it" George Smirks and walks back to he front counter to help a customer who just walked in. I walked back unto the kitchen, unknowingly being followed by George's eyes.

I walked over to Ace who was fixing up a couple of fish files and a tuna salad I was yo bring to table 7. Ace not taking his eyes off the stove, "Yknow George likes you, you should ask her out." I look over at Ace and stare at him annoyed, "Her? Out of everyone here, likes me? I seriously doubt it, eay things are going her and nick will get back together again." Ace shakes his head while looking over at me, "I highly doubt that, Nick started dating some other girl, George is all yours."

I click my tongue, "Well, I doubt I'm her type anyway. My face is to distorted." Ace chuckles lightly and hands off the 3 finished plates.

By the end of the day, my face which George already thinks is distorted is all red and sweaty. Nancy who as always looks like she just got q nice shower and a good day at a spa opens up her work locker, I look over at bess and back to nancy "Okay, tell me if I'm wrong-" geroge cuts in "Wrong" I give her the side eye and start talking again to bess. "Nancy always looks like she just came from the Spa, while the rest of us look like we just tried to fight a wild bear I'm the middle of the forest behind our house."

Bess shrugs her shoulders, "some people are lucky like that" I shrug my shoulder, "Couldn't be me." I await a response from George but don't hear anything, except her talking to Nancy, looking towards me, and looking straight back to nancy. I shrug it off, probably something to do with work ethic and how nancy needs to work harder. Not that nancy has ever listened to anything like that before.

Me and nancy arrive to our house and nancy leaves telling me she has some work in her office so she can't be disturbed. I lightly shrug my shoulders and head to the couch, to watch some much needed TV time. Before i could get myself comfortable I hear the door knock. Nancy wasn't going to get it, so I would have to get it. I stood up and walked to the door opening it.

Opening the door reveald and anxious George who is normally anything but that. "Hey Hudson, can we talk?" I roll my eyes, "I have a name George, I look away annoyed. George let's out a large sigh, "Dear Lord Y/N, just look at me, the way I look at you" I look up at her in shock, "W-what?" George sighs and looks at me, "Look at me like I look at you, infact just never look away from me." I couldn't help it, I had fallen madly in love with george and seemingly she had to, I finally looked up at her and pulled her in for a soft kiss. "How about this..." George looks at me smiling, "Perfect."

In the back of Nancy's office, Nancy texts bess and Ace, "mission accomplished."

#george fan #nancy drew #writing #fanfiction

[cynical-demon]

Ed:

I love you

More than the brimstone loves the fire

More than Beelze loves her bub

More than a maggot loves gangrenous stubs

You make my spirit sing

Yeah, you make me glad I live in Hell

Our love is a story sweet to tell

Yeah, you cast a special satanic spell over my heart

Love is a journey we decided to start

Yeah, I hope we'll never ever be apart

I love you (x7)

Ed, Alex, Royce:

I love you (x5)

I lovе you (x3)

Alex:

Who's singing love songs in my lustful lounge?

Royce:

Ozzie's ain't thе place for sentimental sounds!

Alex:

What'd you expect from a proprietor like us?

Royce:

Your demon host, Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust~

Alex:

Give me a thrust!

Yeah, show me some lust (Bwabwabwabwa brrr)

From the groin to the bust

In desire, we trust

In the house of Asmodeus (Bwabwabwabwa bwaaaah-)

(Trumpet! Ha!)

Little imp, you came here to sing your serenade

Perform your feelings on a velvety stage

Well, we got a saying that's popular in these parts

Royce:

Only little bitches strum the strings of their hearts!

Alex:

You wanna hang around this lustful town?

Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you around

Here we sing about wants and desires

Royce:

Depravity, savagery, loins hotter than fire!

Alex:

So, give me a thrust!

Show me some lust

From the groin to the bust

Little imp, you just must

In the house of Asmodeus

Come on, sing us a song~

Make sure the subject is gettin' it on!

Make it graphic and tactfully long

Royce:

Be sure to rhyme "thong" and "shlong"!

Alex:

Go ahead, your mics on!

Ed:

I want to..

Royce:

Yeah, what do you want?

Butt stuff? Piss play? Bondage?

Ed:

Make gentle love to you

Alex:

Ugh, what a limp-dick imp

You're really killin' the vibe

Get a load of this dweeb

And his unsatisfied bride

Edward:

Hey now! I've watched those two pork many times

Ed:

What?! Edward?!

Edward:

And, honestly, they make missionary look relatively exciting!

Royce:

Is that Edward? So, you're showin' your face?

Hey everybody, this guy's a total disgrace!

Some nerves you got to comment on a relationship

Last I checked your love life is a pile of shit!

Lucius:

Oh, Edward?

I used to date him (Date him, date him)

Edward:

Oh Lu, you are here...

Lucius:

I'd stroke him and I'd fellate him (Fellate him, fellate him)

Yeah, but when it was my turn (My turn, my turn)

He did no reciprocatin' (What a dick bag)

A selfish imp in the sheets

And just as bad in the streets

A reckless, heart-breaking freak!

Alex:

Who's that at your table?

Is your date a demon prince?

Alastair, is that you?

Woo! My dark lord, how the mighty do fall

You used to have a handsome guy, a kid, you had it all

I hope you didn't give it up so you and him could get it up

You sold your life for a thrust!

Now, that's the spirit of lust!

Grab your groin or a bust

You better get your head mussed

Pretend you don't see that crust

Hump 'till your junk turns to dust

Alex & Royce:

In the house of Asmode-

Alex: Hey!

De: I think you were trying to sing something for me, Ed

Ed: Yeah, I was

I love us

I love us just the way we are

Don't have to pretend to like to do things we don't

I've always got you around to laugh at my stupid jokes

I'll never take you for granted

I'll always give you my best

And if you can offer the same

Fate will handle the rest

'Cause I love you

'Cause I love you

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

So...Misery style, how would you make Tomione work? (Or how would you do a Tomione story?)

Thanks, Anon, this might be harder than the Dramione one.

Well, again, to please my deranged captor, I'd likely follow the plot of your standard Tomione fic and hope it passes muster. "Oh yeah, Hermione's back in time and she's doing back and forth mind games with Tom and it's really intellectual." With any luck, my feet aren't smashed into oblivion.

But I think you're trying to get at what I would really do if I really had to write Tom/Hermione and I had to make it something I would read. At least, that seems to be the spirit of this ask.

So, we're going the thriller route people. A lot like Misery, actually.

Instead of Ginny, twelve-year-old Hermione picks up the diary. Like Ginny, Hermione quickly becomes besotted with Tom Riddle trapped inside. However, unlike Ginny, Hermione goes straight to the library and starts asking pesky questions.

Hermione's never heard of memories stored in objects before, the theory behind portraits and pensieves are completely different, what spells did Tom use and where did he find them? Did Tom Riddle invent an entirely new branch of magic at the age of 16 without anyone noticing? What was Tom's special service to the school?

Tom starts sweating when it becomes clear that Hermione's stumbling a bit too close to the truth (that this is not ordinary magic and highly dangerous shit) and that she's clearly going to start asking around about Tom Riddle (to Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Hagrid, who were all near Hogwarts at the same time Tom was going to school).

Tom confesses that he may have created the diary using something very... illegal. Hermione is appalled and asks if it was gasp dark magic! He admits it is but points out it's a bit late now, like it or not, he's stuck in the diary and running to Dumbledore isn't going to make that go away any time soon. And it wasn't like Tom asked to be shoved in a diary either.

Hermione's very conflicted, on the one hand, Tom's the first real intellectual friend she's ever had. Harry and Ron are nice, but they're morons and they thinks he's a nerd. Tom encourages her intellectual pursuits and confirms her concern over various what not and what have you happening in Hogwarts.

Eventually, Hermione decides that Tom in the diary can't help being a diary (though the other Tom, the real Tom, she'd have words with), and decides that she'll try to help him get a body.

Great, that's great, Tom says.

But it keeps getting worse.

Tom tries to possess Hermione, but unlike Ginny, Hermione knows that Tom is a dangerous, dark, artifact. If she's suffering negative health effects, losing her memory and ending up in the girl's lavatory, she's going to research this and decide that either a) she's suffering ill effects of using dark magic b) she just got possessed by Tom.

Either way, she tells him she can't use the diary anymore, it's affecting her health and she must research. Well, Hermione researching does Tom no fucking good, but he can't stop her.

The Chamber of Secrets, as a result, is never opened.

Instead, Hermione continues researching, and Harry and Ron... begin to get on her nerves. It's not like last year, there's no Flamel to research, no over-arching mystery, and they seem to be growing tired of her. In turn, Hermione's getting a little tired of quidditch, getting detention, etc.

She's a little tired of Hogwarts, if she's being honest with herself.

Hermione's now had a taste of having a friend who isn't there to simply use her brains. And it's very addicting. She decides not to tell Ron and Harry about Tom, they'd just get needlessly concerned (the irony of this isn't lost on her but what can you do)

In the end, she opens back up the diary, and point blank asks what Tom needs to get a body. Before Tom can tell her, Hermione lists out her own theories. Life cannot be created from nothing, golems and puppets cannot last in the long term, to get a real body... human sacrifice is on the table, isn't it?

Well shit, Tom thinks to himself. He tries to assure Hermione it isn't but ends up confessing that, well, yes, it kind of is.

They have another huge row about it, Hermione slams the diary shut, but the wheels in her brain are spinning.

Does anyone deserve to die?

Hermione, at first, adamantly tells herself the answer is no. No one deserves to be sacrificed. Tom's fate is cruel, but the original Tom made his bed and should lie in it. It's unfortunate, but that's just life. Not the diary's fault, of course, but nothing that can be helped.

But then she keeps thinking about it.

Malfoy struts through the school like a peacock, sneering every time he sees her, laughing every time Snape deducts points from her in Potions for being a 'smarmy know-it-all'. Every time he can get away with it he's shoving her in hallways, calling her a mudblood, and assuring her that she's worth less than the dirt beneath her feet.

She watches as Malfoy torments and bullies Harry, she looks at Draco's father, and she asks herself if the world would really be so much worse off if Draco Malfoy were to disappear?

Draco Malfoy's being groomed to use dark magic, he practically brags about it at every opportunity, why is his life worth more than Tom Riddle's, someone who has paid the price for dark magic?

Isn't Hermione, in a roundabout way, only giving Draco what he deserves? The fate he'd meet at some point in the not so distant future?

Draco does something phenomenally cruel and stupid to the trio, likely to Harry, and that settles it. Hermione's going to murder that motherfucker and get Tom Riddle a body.

Hermione tells Tom the plan, she's passing off the diary to Draco, she has her full blessing, her permission, and whatever help he requires from her to eat Draco Malfoy alive.

Tom is unwillingly impressed, he was a vicious gremlin as a twelve-year-old, but even he wasn't committing murder in cold blood.

Tom's not sure how he feels about murdering a Malfoy, that's bound to get noticed, but Hermione's unyielding. Draco Malfoy, or Hermione goes to Dumbledore.

So, Draco Malfoy it is.

The rest of the year is spent with Tom Riddle murdering Draco Malfoy and coming up with some excuse for his disappearance. The chamber isn't opened as Hermione reminds Tom that this would make it entirely too obvious who is behind this. Instead, Tom likely has Draco partake in increasingly erratic schemes to humiliate Harry Potter that end up endangering himself.

Near the end of school, Draco disappears into the Forbidden Forest to find acromantulas to put in Potter's bed and... never comes back.

A huge search is put on, Draco Malfoy is never found, and the acromantula infestation in the forest is now actively battled by ministry employees. Dumbledore is sacked as headmaster, Hagrid fired for having been responsible for the acromantulas in the first place, and Hogwarts is closed the following year.

Hermione is... conflicted about all of this. She certainly didn't mean to fire Hagrid (had no idea he was even remotely involved with the acromantulas) and certainly not Dumbledore. It wasn't Dumbledore's fault at all.

Tom, who is now a free man but has no idea what to do with himself, meets up with Hermione and points out that Dumbledore should have been sacked ages ago: he let kids get away with this stupidly dangerous shit and the year before actively endangered his students and lured a dark wizard into the castle. As for Hagrid, he raised a dragon illegally on school grounds, did release his pet acromantula into the wild, and more. They were terrible at their jobs.

Hermione, ever so reluctantly, agrees.

It's too bad though, Hagrid was very nice and Dumbledore's a great wizard (don't even get Tom started).

As for Tom, well, he had such dreams. Of course he planned to either meet up with his glorious self or (upon learning that Voldemort was blown up by a toddler) take the mantle of Voldemort for himself. But now that he's out, he has no idea where to start. Murder Harry Potter, certainly, but after that?

Tom only has the vaguest idea of who the original Death Eaters were, and they seem to have effectively scattered. More, how does he go about this? Sure, Tom had ideas when he was in school, but they were just ideas. He's never led a revolution before, has no idea how to impersonate an older, more knowledgeable, version of himself. He barely understands the political climate in this new, post-Voldemort, Britain.

Tom keeps hanging around Hermione because, well, inertia. He has no idea what else to do. (Hermione, while still torn over the consequences of her actions as well as the distant thought that she enabled murder, is quite delighted to have him around).

Tom tries to wheedle Harry's address out of Hermione and gets a lot more information than he bargained for. Harry lives with abusive muggle relatives, Dumbledore is apparently keeping him there, all of this sounds bizarre. Tom is officially weirded out.

Still wants to murder Harry, of course, but also wants to dig into this a little further...

And before this becomes a full on fic outline, eventually this will lead to the murder of Dumbledore, probably the murder of Ron when Ron inadvertently discovers 'the truth', Hermione telling Tom they're now an item, Tom trying to escape the relationship, only to learn there's no escaping Hermione.

Hermione becomes the next dark lord. Tom has no idea how this even happened.

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #harry potter shipping #hermione granger #anti hermione granger #tom riddle #hermione/tom #anti hermione/tom #meta #headcanon #opinion #shipping

[slowpoke-fics]

Hidden Hunter

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Summary: Crowley is your best friend, has been for years and taught you a lot of what you know. However, you aren't associated with the boys.

Warnings: mention of injury and stitches, slow burn, hint at death, I could be missing some, I am not perfect please read at your own risk

A/N: I loved this fic, I hope you guys do too! Oh! And a favor I ask of you. The more I write the more I worry about warnings. If you ever see anything I write not have a warning it should, please tell me.

You pulled into your motel, harshly parking your car and storming into your room. Muttering to yourself as you slid your shirt off, door barely slamming shut, "Stupid motherfuckers couldn't just listen. Couldn't just-" you let out a guttural scream, "I tried. I tried." You shook your head, unbuttoning your pants as you heard Crowley behind you, "Hello, Mouse." You slipped your pants off, turning to look at Crowley, not missing the way his eyes studied the curves of your body. "Hey, Crowley."

Crowley took in your ragged and bloody appearance. Dried blood scattered throughout your hair, on your arms, tiny nicks and cuts over your body with a nasty gash on your torso. Crowley's eyebrows raised and he spoke as you went into the bathroom turning on the shower, "I guess they didn't take the deal?" You poked your head out of the bathroom, glaring at him, "No, they didn't captain obvious." Crowley laughed, sitting on the bed as you took a quick shower.

You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to get the blood out without stretching too far so you didn't irritate the gash on your stomach. You stepped out of the shower, washing all of the grime off of you made you feel a little better. "I hate hunting," you muttered to Crowley as you walked out of the bathroom, hair draped over your neck and a towel wrapped tightly around you. "Would you please get me a pair of shorts, a tank top and a pair of underwear out of my bag?" Crowley smiled at you, already on his way to your bag, "Of course, love."

You stood there looking at Crowley as he ruffled through your bag. His suit clinging to all the right spots, curling around his biceps, tight around his thighs, unfortunately his ass covered by the length of his jacket, shoes nicely completing his look.

You'd met Crowley a few years back, when he was a lowly cross roads demon. You went to make a deal, planning to exchange your soul for the ability to track supernatural creatures so you could save them. Crowley took an interest in why you wanted to do such things. Realizing that you were a hunter that wanted to stop the deaths before they happen was important to you. Stop the needless death of humans and monsters alike.

You'd become close to him, allowing him to teach you the ways of the natural witch. After about a year you had learned enough that Crowley needed to come up with some other reason to stick around. So he started to offer his help with no strings attached as he took a liking to his little mouse. The hunter who only hunted those who hunt.

Crowley handed you the clothing, politely turning around before you dropped your towel. You slid your underwear on, groaning as you did so, causing Crowley too start to turn around. He stopped himself, asking permission first, "Let me help, yeah mouse?" You giggled, covering your boobs and huffing, "Yeah okay."

Crowley turned around, helping you step into the shorts and pulling them up, he handed you the towel to properly cover yourself on his way up. What a gentleman, you thought as he went over to your bag, digging out the emergency kit. "Lay, you need stitches," Crowley pointed to bed. You grumbled, he knew you didn't like stitches, "It's not even that bad, it's fine." Crowley glared at you, "Love, if you don't stitch that it's gonna take months to heal and likely get infected."

You laughed, laying down, "I could always just use a spell." Crowley shook his head, his playfulness with his best friend suddenly gone, "We've discussed that Y/n, it's not the kind of magic you want too mess around with." You put his hand on his arm, as he wet the rag he had with alcohol, in an attempt to comfort him, "I was just kidding, I know."

Crowley started cleaning the gash, making sure that you had gotten all the debris out. You hissed at him, you could see how curious he was, but you'd made a rule that he doesn't press hard unless it's bad. "So," you croaked out as he started stitching you, "what'd you do today?" Crowley smiled at you, secretly bashing you because if you'd just listen to him and find partners it wouldn't be like this.

"Well, I saw moose and squirrel-" You lifted your head, excited, "Sam and Dean?" He nodded, "Yes the royal pains in my ass. They were having trouble tracking some witch-" You giggled, "I could've helped them instead." Crowley tries to hide his genuine concern by joking, "Oh no doll, I don't think we'll be doing that." You furrowed your brows, "I still think we'd make a good team."

"Mouse, I don't ask for much," Crowley sighed, "if you want partners, I can find plenty of hunters that are not Winchesters." Crowley put gauze over your stitches, carefully pressing tape to hold them in place. You sat up, Crowley turning around to let you slip your tank top on, "Decent," he turned back around, "what is your problem? I never like other people enough to let them join me, but when I hear about someone you say no?"

Crowley sighed, "They're dangerous people, Y/n. I've told you I don't want you near them." You stared at him, "I just don't understand, you always tell me they're dangerous and I can't go near them but nothing else!" You stood up, starting to pace. "They're-huff-" Crowley looked away from you, closing his eyes tightly as they flashed with anger, "they'll do nothing but destroy you." With that Crowley was gone. You were used to your arguments ending like that, even your conversations. He would get called away and come back when he wasn't busy and that was fine, but you were going to look into the Winchesters while you had the chance.

You pulled out a map of the United States, channeling through your pendulum Crowley had hand made for you. You smiled, looking at the chain on one end a sharp pointed crystal rested, on the there a tiny little metal mouse, identifying it as yours, the only one on the planet like it. You took a deep breath, circling the crystal over the map focusing your energy on the image of the Winchester brothers. After a few minutes of scrying and finding nothing you decided to leave it for now, starting to pack up your things you began thinking about what was so bad about the Winchester brothers. Why did Crowley want you to stay away?

You didn't really know much about them aside from the little Crowley'd told you because you didn't really associate with other hunters. At the end of the day, you hated most of them. Hunters in general were crass, and you hated that. You are a ray of sunshine trying to preserve life and most hunters see something not human and kill it. That didn't sit right with you.

You thought about the things you did know about the brothers. They had been in this life their whole life. Had lost both parents, almost ended the world a couples times, saved it just as much if not more. Only really had each other, but Crowley had mentioned an angel on their shoulder-Castiel I believe? What did you even know about him?

"I don't believe I know you?" Your entire body went cold, turning as fast as you can to aim a gun in between his eyes. "That will do little damage to me," he spoke flatly. "I beg to differ, these here special made bullets to put your ass in back in hell, so tell me? What're you doing here?" The man is staring at you, confusion in his brows, arms by the edges of his trench coat, pants and shirt tidy, but not perfect, "I am Castiel, an angel of the lord. You called to me." Before you could even think of a response, Crowley was standing next to you. Eyes holding fear, not ager, he speaks lowly, a whisper under his breath.

"What have you done little mouse?"

You lowered your gun, not sure if it was because it wouldn't do damage or because you felt safe with Crowley there. "I didn't call to anybody," you stare at Castiel, eyes boring into his as he speaks. "I beg to differ, I felt you, heard you, you seem to also need dealings with the Winchesters?" He looked to Crowley who he'd just seen not hours ago, "I am slightly concerned with Crowley being here." Crowley scoffed, "I haven't tried anything on the musketeers in years, I've been nothing but a friend and Y/n here was too curious for her own good." He growled out the end looking directly towards you, causing a rush guilt for going behind Crowleys back.

"I didn't mean to take you away from the Winchesters-" "You did not. I am a man of many abilities, helping people is one of them. At least allow me to heal you." You backed away as he stepped forward, "I am not going to hurt you." Crowley put his hand on your arm, trying to reassure you, "Well do it then Feathers, but uh-" Castiel healed you, you felt warmth, pain dissolving from your body, "can we keep her to ourselves?" Your eyes raised at Crowley, appalled by his gumption to hide you.

"Excuse me?" You jerked away from Crowley, Castiel raising his eyebrows at you. "Is that what you would like Y/n?" You looked at Crowley, his face a mix of anger and concern. "Can we? I promise I won't bother you." Castiel smiles at you, secretly reading you, "You wouldn't be a bother but I understand. I am happy to have healed you." Castiel was gone, Crowley already starting to pick your bags up. "We're gone now mouse."

He grabbed you, whisking you away. You looked around, taking in the room you were standing in. It was clearly an apartment, a nicer than you'd ever known anyone to have. You looked around, a sleek kitchen area, the bathroom door opened from the living room, the couch took up most of the living room, a nice coffee table in front of it but pressed to the wall.

"Crowley where are we?" He was glaring at you, a sour look on his face, "A safe house, I hoped we'd never have to use it." You shook your head, "Okay, but where? What about my car?" He shuffled on his feet, "In a few days when I know Castiel didn't spill the beans about you I will take you back to it." Crowley chuckled a little, but not answering as he reached out your bags for you to take. You huffed, taking your bags from him, and then he disappeared.

You walked over to the refrigerator, to your surprise it was stocked. Demons don't need to eat, you thought to yourself, a little confused and trying to figure out where you were, you moved to the window. You looked out and you couldn't have been but three stories up, but no markers as to your city or state. The bathroom was also stocked shampoo, conditioner, soap, toilet paper, toothbrush and toothpaste?

Crowley reappeared, holding the rest of your things and your gun. You took it from him, anger over your features. "Crowley, are we in someone's apartment right now? You know how I feel about how you taking over peoples lives!" Crowley scoffed at you, "You know I respect you too much to violate your beliefs like that!" You rolled your eyes, tucking your gun behind your waistband, "Then who's apartment is this?"

Crowley made his was over to the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of liquor he conveniently knew where to find, "Technically yours. Like I said it's a safe house." You tapped the counter, letting him know you wanted a glass as you sat down, "Gonna have to do better than that." He poured your glass first, shrugging he started, "I pay for it, it's under a fake name, it's warded so you can't be found, do we need to get into logistics?" You downed your glass, picking up the bottle and filling up again, "You brought me here after I met Castiel, that's not exactly safe house worthy." Crowley shook his head, sipping on his own glass, "Yes it is cricket, yet it is." Your blood started to boil, you stood from your chair, seething with anger, you spit, "Crowley, if you don't stop acting like-"

"Like what? Like someone who wants to keep you alive?" You flinched at Crowleys words, waiting for him to continue, "Everyone that they're around dies, Y/n, dies. Hunter funeral, pile of ash, dies. Everyone but them; they will destroy you." You scoffed, "I'm pretty good at keeping myself alive thank you." He raises his eyebrows, smirking a bit, "Do you forget how we met mouse?" Your eyes connected with his, glaring, still seething with anger, "I was desperate not dead, there's a difference. Crowley, they can't be doing more damage than me hunting on my own. Maybe I could be a voice of reason-" Crowley slammed his glass down, grabbing the counter with both hands, "No! I don't know why you even want to know them!"

You studied Crowley, jealousy now seeping from him. Then it clicked. It clicked that you two were a bunch of shy kids. Bouncing around each other like you were fifteen for years now. Each thinking the other was uninterested, each thinking that you didn't deserve one another. Crowley rightfully so for a while, the things he did outside of you could be classified as horrendous, but your ray of sunshine had spread to him. Bringing out all of the good parts that once was Fergus Roderick MacLeod, reminding him of who he could be. You reminded him how to love, how to hold someone higher than yourself. Reminded him of what it's like to protect someone other than yourself, to need to.

"Crowley," you walked around the table and placed your hand on his, "please just tell me what's going on." Crowley didn't hesitate, he turned to you pressing his lips into yours. It took you a second to realize what was happening, and then you melted. You moved your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, his stubble tickling you. Crowley tangled his fingers in your hair, taking a deep breath as he readjusted to meet your lips, tongue skirting your bottom lip before nibbling on it. You gasped at the action, the sound taking Crowley by surprise as he continued to glide across your lips, not missing the warm blush on your face.

Crowley was first to pull away, sliding his hand out of your hair and tucking it behind your ear, resting his hand there, he whispered, "I can't lose you." You planted a chaste kiss on his lips, smiling at him reassuringly, "You won't." He softened a little bit, sighing heavily before returning his lips to yours. Soft and gentle, savoring the moment as he tugged you closer to him with his arm around your waist. You pulled just an inch away, Crowleys eyes opening and making contact with yours, "Does this mean I get to meet the Winchesters?" Crowley growled at you, quickly lifting you by your thighs causing your to wrap your legs around him, "Absolutely not."

#supernatural fluff #supernatural fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #spn flangst #spn fluff #spn angst #spn fanfiction #crowley x reader #crowley x y/n #crowley fluff #crowley angst #crowley fanfiction #Crowley imagine #crowley fic #Crowley one shot #crowley Drabble

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

I decided to watch the Walker pilot so you don’t have to. #1

I don’t know why I’m doing this, but I’m doing this and the more I put it off the less I’ll want to do this. So. Let’s start.

The fist thing we see is Jared Padalecki, em Walker, driving. He’s vaguely smiling and there’s the sun behind him. He seems happy. He’s driving a truck, for some reason my mind goes to Twilight. I’d rather watch that. At least there are vampires (not dressed like clowns) there. Anyway. Walker is meeting someone. He’s meeting his wife! “Look at you!” she says. The camera makes us look at him. He looks like this

I am unsure whether we’re supposed to see this as sexy or cool. It looks frankly ridiculous. I don’t know if I’m just not American enough to appreciate the aesthetic of this. But I didn’t go through 15 seasons of Americana-in-British-Columbia for nothing. If a character appeared like this on Supernatural, it wouldn’t be presented seriously. It would be played for a chuckle or in a light-hearted way at least. Not even Dean Winchester would find this hot.

The Padaleckis tell something to each other. Apparently he needs to go home with the kids and his parents because it’s game night. My mind immediately goes to Game Night the episode and I am sad now. But Walker lifts my mood in its own weird way.  He doesn’t know the rules because every time she tells him the rules, he blacks out. I would make a fun quip about this, but the truth is that I relate to him a lot right now because I blacked out during the entire scene. I’m not sure what they said other than the game thing because I wrote it here. I already forgot the rest.

Anyway. What we’re supposed to get from this scene that they’re Very In Love (see that soft warm light?), and that he’s anxious because he’s not great at being a father because he’s shit at games apparently, but his wife is like ~don’t worry so much~ because she’s a kind, understanding wife. He tells her to be safe, because the Texan countryside is dangerous or something. She needs to stay on a route he approved for some reason. Is she traveling with supersoldier serum in her car? Is Hydra going to murder her? [cue the Marvel snipers shooting me to death because they don’t want Marvel to be associated to this]

Later, everyone is having fun playing fake monopoly, but Walker (whose mannerism is just Jared, he’s not even trying) is apparently too stupid to understand a game for kids. Plot twist, this is anti-cop propaganda because it says cops are dumb.

“Et tu Brute” Jared says when the kids point out he broke a rule so they get an extra turn. I thought I was safe from hearing Jared speak Latin! I thought I was safe! I am never safe!

Emily (Gen) suddenly texts him “SOS. Answer” which is OMINOUS! Oh my god! Aren’t you feeling the tension. The rest of the family keeps playing fake monopoly. Someone throws dice. Are we supposed to go “oh! The dice are ~symbolic because someone’s playing dice with her life” or have I been watching too much good tv.

She is running somewhere in the countryside, wearing a white shirt (is this the cowboy lady equivalent of the Wife Nightgown?). She says something is not right. He’s worried. Then he hears gunshot and her scream. He does the Alarmed Jared face, presses lips together and does a Upset Jared face.

Then he goes out, tries to call her again, and again, does a Jared Upset Sniff--

Oh! We actually see her! She’s alive, but she’s been shot in the stomach. Her white shirt is definitely the cowboy lady equivalent of the Wife Nightgown! Ah the blood coming from the stomach! How terrible! Her phone is ringing but she cannot reach it. She is definitely alive right now, though. She’s breathing heavily because of the wound, which is breathing, which is the opposite of being dead.

He decides that she’s dead, and lets out the already infamous manly scream of anguish.

It would be sad if it wasn’t that literally one second ago we saw her wounded but alive. Her turning out alive in the season finale or so will shock everyone. Nobody will have seen it coming. Who wrote this? They should have just shown the ringing phone and her bloody hand/side, making the audience assume she was dead, instead of showing her breathing. Now the audience is gonna assume she didn’t actually die, and wonder “why didn’t he call someone or went looking for her” but apparently Jared’s characters have forgotten that, like, ambulances are a thing. Jared’s manly screams of anguish are more important than common sense.

I’m not going to say anything about the manly scream of anguish. I’m not going to say anything about the manly scream of anguish. I’m n

We’re just 4 minutes in, guys. Why am I doing this?

Eleven months later, says the screen.

It’s night, outside a house. The son is waiting for him. The daughter doesn’t think he’s coming. On the porch there are two men, one is his brother and one is apparently his former partner, now new boss. He’s dressed like you’d expect a normal person to be dressed in a casual Texan night, hat and tie and all. If you are law enforcement in Texas and don’t wear a cowboy hat at any moment, you will be executed. That’s what the death penalty in Texas is for.

Somebody arrives, but to the kids’ disappointment is some dude whose function is to tell us the men’s names. The brother is Liam, the cop dude I forgot.

Walker is being sad on the back of his truck and drinking alcohol, which is the only way television can express a man having trauma. Holy shit - he reminisces of his wife like this is some emotional Lord of the Rings scene in a place where Elves live except this is not the Lord of the Rings and is just ridiculous, look

She’s seen running towards the gazebo, then she turns

This is exactly shot like the scene where Arwen has a vision of her son. Flowy hair and all. I cannot take this seriously.

He smiles sadly. Then a cop car arrives.

Mexican Lady Cop(TM), whose function in the story is to be a Mexican Lady Cop(TM) asks for his licence since he’s drinking alcohol in a public place.

“You ask so nicely” drunk Walker says. Ew. “Yeah, they train the girls special” Oh! Can you see? She is the Feminist Icon who Takes No Shit from the Dude! I’m so excited. I am slowly losing the will to live.

She drives him home on the police car. His legs don’t fit. At least this is realistic.

He does exposition in the car, including “I needed to visit a ghost instead”. There-there was no need to say it. What’s the demographic they’re aiming for? Five year olds? Do they have to spell everything out loud?

“It’s been a while since I had an actual conversation” he says, which supposedly explains why he’s making awkward exposition, but it’s just bad writing. At least they acknowledge it’s bad writing.

She figures he’s law enforcement coming back from an undercover mission from some drunken ramble he makes. This is worse than the Sherlock phone cable port thing.

She says she just got promoted from state trooper, ehe she will work with him wink wink nudge nudge. Is she going to be a cop-buddy-character slash love interest except when they’re almost about to realize they’re into each other, his wife comes back and draa~ama? I can already see it.

He goes home, makes some Jared grunts, and falls asleep on the couch.

Next morning, he goes out and jogs to where he left the truck. He puts on a cowboy hat which is supposed to be an artistic shot.

I’m slowly dying. He makes some Jared Deep Breaths, at least this made me laugh.

Wait, he’s now wearing a black hat. He’s in mourning, see? What.

He drives to his father’s ranch. His father is Super Not Impressed. It’s awkward. They took about horses. Mitch Pileggi is thinking that at least the other show was more exciting and there was Jensen Ackles in it.

He gets into his parents’ house and the dogs run to him, he does the Jared Dog Chuckle. He hugs his mom. He hugs his son - “August, my boy!” he says, like a normal person his age says.

He hugs his brother and they joke-wrestle and he says “I’m still the big brother” and did I mention I’m dying inside. I just can tell this is SUPPOSED to be reminiscent of Dean and Sam’s first meeting at Stanford in the pilot except Jared is the big brother now. Ew.

We learn that the brother is a DA and gay. All pilots suffer from Forced Exposition Syndrome but it’s like this isn’t even trying.

He goes to work and hugs (very manly hug of course) his friend-now-boss, who is called James. James asks him if he’s good and he’s like yeah I’m good, which our I’m Fine Lie Moment #1. Some things never change.

Enter the case of the week - a cop offered roadside assistance but he was assaulted. We’re already starting with a “Oh No Poor Cop :( Someone Doesn’t Like Cops And Gets Violent” plot. Yay.

Ta-da! Mexican Lady Cop appears, cowboy hat and all. James says she’s Walker’s new partner. My heart cries while Walker says “figured you’d be a guy” and she replies “so did my mom”. The feminism is so strong :’) She’s such a strong female character :’) I’m so happy :’)

Then Walker makes such a quintessential Jared thing with his mouth that I need to stop this here and take a break.

It’s been 13 minutes. So much still to go. I’m bored. Why am I doing this.

#cw's jared: legit texan #marghe watches walker for some darned reason

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Arranged Marriage

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Parkinson!Reader 

Word count: 2320

Warnings: Nothing I think?

Y/N: Your Name 

A/N: Possibly making this into a short series.  Bingo card made by @slyttherins

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I had a free period and like most I spent it in the Great Hall reading a book. My slightly older sister was sitting with her friends at the other end of the table. They all hated me since I was the complete opposite of Pansy. She was mean, loud, had to be the center of attention, dramatic, and wasn’t incredibly bright. Despite all that I still loved her, even if I was one of her victims. The two of us only shared one thing, our crush on Draco Malfoy. Although she never knew about that and I would never tell her. 

I was enjoying my book when a letter landed in front of me. I closed my book and glanced at it confused. My family’s owl sat on the table in front of me. I picked up the letter with my family’s crest stamped in emerald green wax and opened it. 

‘Y/N,

Your Mother and I decided to arrange a marriage for you. We are concerned that if you make a decision like this on your own, you will make the wrong decision. It is no secret that we are disappointed in your association choices. Because of that, you are going to marry Draco Malfoy. Next time you return home, you will be engaged. Once you both graduate you will be married and produce heirs for both our households. This is to ensure the blood-line. 

~Philip’

I stared at the letter with wide eyes. I glanced over at Draco, who was reading a letter of his own. I turned my attention back to my book and decided to ignore the letter until I returned home. 

“What’s in the letter Drakie?” Pansy asked and I rolled my eyes at her horrid nickname for him. 

“Nothing, just Father informing me of a dinner party we’ll be having next time I return home.” He answered her. I was surprised he didn’t tell her, or maybe his family didn’t tell him his fate yet… 

Later that night, after all classes and dinner had been finished, I was sitting in the corner of the common room working on homework. It was really just me in here, besides a few first years. However, when the door opened and Draco walked in everyone’s eyes were on him. 

“Everyone out.” He said and all the first years scurried off to who knows where. I simply stayed in my place, ignoring his command. 

“Parkinson.” He said and I glanced up to find him standing in front of me now. 

“Can I help you?” I asked. 

“I’m sure you got a letter telling you about our situations as well.” He said and I simply nodded. So he did just choose not to tell my sister. Interesting… 

“You better not tell anyone about this.” He said and I looked back down at my homework. 

“I wasn’t planning on it.” I said, simply. 

“Because if you do- wait, what?” He asked, cutting himself off. 

“I said I wasn’t planning on it. My Father didn’t tell my sister for a reason and honestly I’d rather her not know until it’s too late. I don’t need her bullying to get any worse, or yours for that matter. So, we can just pretend it isn’t happening until the dinner, then we’ll figure it out from there. I wouldn’t want to stain your reputation you’ve worked so hard to preserve.” I said, not even sparing him a glance. I wanted him to know I didn’t care, even though I was a bit excited to be marrying him. 

“Um, right. Well then, till the dinner.” He said and left me to be. 

The months leading up to the dinner felt like nothing had changed. I suppose nothing has changed yet. Draco was still a bully along with his friends and I was their helpless victim. My sister still clung to Draco any chance and he was still annoyed by her actions. A very small part of me wanted to rub it in her face that I was the one to be marrying him, but I wasn’t that type of person. When it was finally time to return home for a short time, I spent the whole train ride thinking about the dinner to come. When everyone stepped off the train, Pansy hugged Draco goodbye and then she made her way over to our parents. 

“Girls! How has school been?” Mother asked with a smile. 

“It’s been alright, that Potter boy is incredibly annoying. Just because he ‘survived’ the Dark Lord’s attack he’s special? He was a bloody baby.” Pansy said, rolling her eyes. 

“He doesn’t want the fame.” I said. 

“You would know, traitor!” She hissed. 

“Enough girls!” Father said and I bowed my head. 

“Sorry Father…” I said, even though I never truly did anything wrong I always felt like I needed to apologize constantly. 

“There will be no fighting while you are home, is that understood?” He said. 

“Yes Father.” We said in unison. 

“Good, now let’s go home.” He said. 

A few days had gone by and my parents hadn’t mentioned anything about the dinner to me. I was sitting in the den reading, while my Mother was having a cup of tea and my Father was reading the paper. 

“Pansy, come down here please!” Father called her. 

“Yes?” She asked, walking into the room. 

“Aunt Paisley wanted to take you shopping tonight, would you like to go?” He asked. 

“Is Y/N coming?” She asked. 

“No, just you.” He answered and her eyes lit up. 

“Really? Just me and Auntie?” She asked and Father nodded. 

“Oh yes! I’d love to go!” She said and rushed upstairs to get ready. 

“Hurry dear! Your Aunt is already waiting for you!” Mother called. 

“I’ll be finished in a moment!” She called back. Sure enough after ten minus she was back downstairs, dressed to go out. It was the fastest I’ve ever seen her get ready.

“Right, take some floo powder and go to her house, she’s waiting for you there.” Father said and she nodded. 

���She said you can stay the night if you’d like.” Mother mentioned. 

“Oh yes please!” Pansy said, happily. She gave me a nasty smirk before taking some powder and saying our Aunt’s house. Off she went to have a nice night out with our Aunt. 

“Now, you go upstairs and get ready, your Mother picked out a dress for you to wear tonight.” Father said and I looked at my parents confused. 

“Ready for what?” I asked. 

“The dinner, we’re going to Malfoy Manor.” He answered and I was even more confused. 

“Why isn’t Pansy coming?” I asked. 

“Because, as much as we love your sister, we don’t want to hear her complain about your engagement for the rest of our lives. So she’ll find out when we’ve already planned the wedding and you two are getting married.” He answered and I couldn’t hold back my smile. 

“You’re lucky Draco didn’t tell her when he got his letter.” I said, placing my book on the table and went off to my room. Laying on my bed was a simple emerald green dress, with a slit down the side, and silver accents on both wrists. There were a pair of simple silver heels to match. I smiled at the outfit, it was really quite beautiful. Once I was dressed I did a simple spell to get my hair and makeup perfect. 

I walked downstairs and my parents were both ready to go. My Mother offered me her hand which I accepted and the three of us apparated to Malfoy Manor. The sky was already starting to darken, but the sun still peaked out, giving the sky a beautiful painting of pinks, purples, oranges, and yellows. We walked up the steps and my Father knocked on the door. A house-elf answered and I smiled, earring a glare from my Father. I bowed my head, he never liked how well I treated them. He always said those creatures deserve no kindness. I thought differently, house-elves deserved plenty of kindness, after all they’re very helpful. I always snuck into the kitchen at night and had lovely conversations with our house-elves, being careful not to catch the attention of anyone else in the house. 

“Mr. Parkinson, Mrs. Parkinson, Miss. Parkinson, please come in.” The little house-elf said. 

“Wolkey will inform Master of your arrival.” He said and left to get the Malfoys. 

“Ah, Philip, Oliva, Y/N, so glad you could make it.” Lucius said while shaking my Father’s hand. 

“What a lovely dress Y/N, don’t you think so Draco.” Narcissa said, gently nudging her son. 

“Yes, it’s a very lovely color on you.” He smiled, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. 

“Thank you.” I smiled. 

The dinner was normal, our parents discussing business relations while Draco and I simply ate. It wasn’t until dinner was cleared and dessert was being served that the atmosphere changed. 

“I believe Draco has something to ask you Y/N.” Narcissa said with a smile. Draco cleared his throat and walked over to me on the other side of the table. He gently grabbed my hand and kept his other in his pocket. 

“Y/N, we’ve known each other since we were children and you’ve always been such a beauty. We’ve been friends for a while, but now I feel we should be more. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?” He asked. I could tell they weren’t his words, but they still made my heart flutter. Everyone looked at me expectantly, like I could say anything other than yes. 

“Yes Draco, I’d love to.” I smiled. Draco smiled and took out a sliver snake ring with a small emerald, the Malfoy family crest engraved on the bottom. 

Draco took my hand and placed the ring on my finger. 

“Draco, why don’t you take Y/N into the garden, I’m sure she’ll love it.” Narcissa said and Draco nodded. He gently helped me up and led me outside to the porch, looking over the garden. 

“That was all my Mother.” He stated as soon as we were away from our families. 

“I know.” I smiled at him and he looked at me confused. 

“How can you smile in a moment like this? You’re being forced into a marriage.” He asked confused. 

“I can tell you Mother picked out all the flowers.” I said, changing the subject. Before he could say anything I walked down the steps into the garden. 

“Hey! Wait!” He said and followed after me. 

“Will you answer my question?” He said, slightly annoyed. 

“Have you ever looked around here and really took notice of the beauty in your backyard?” I asked. 

“I’ve looked around here plenty if that’s what you’re asking.” He said, rolling his eyes. 

“Oh look, you have some wilting flowers.” I frowned. I kneeled down and cupped the flowers gently. 

“What are you doing? You’ll get your dress dirty.” He said, but I ignored him. 

“Herbivicus” I whispered and the flowers grew to their original form. I stood up and smiled, glancing at Draco who had a shocked expression on his face. 

“Where did you learn that?” He asked. 

“A book I read.” I answered. 

“You learned that just from a book?” He asked. 

“Yes, I have an eidetic memory. I remember everything I’ve read or what people have said to me.” I answered and looked down at my dress. There were some dirt spots, my parents would be upset with me. 

“Scourgify” I said and my dress was good as new. 

“The reason I can smile about our situation is because I’ll be making my parents proud for the first time since they’ve heard I’m friends with people they call traitors. I love my family, even my sister, shocking as that is, family is important to me and I’d like to make them proud of me. So if marrying you is what it takes then so be it. Perhaps we could even fall in love with each other, or even just be friends.” I finally answered his question. 

“You really are quite strange, aren’t you?” He said after a moment. 

“I just think on the positive side.” I smiled at him. 

“We can’t tell my sister until the very last minute, by the way, my parents don’t want to hear her complaints.” I mentioned and he gave a light chuckle. 

“I suppose even they don’t enjoy her company.” He said and I shook my head. 

“They love her, but yes, sometimes they don’t enjoy her complaining.” I answered. 

“How are you going to explain the ring?” He asked. 

“A surprise gift from my Aunt, that’s where Pansy is right now.” I answered and he gave another light chuckle. 

“Smart.” He said. 

“What if she tries to take it from you?” He asked. 

“You know my sister well.” I giggled. 

“My Father is going to spell the ring so only you or I can take it off. And if I need to take it off for whatever reason I have a spelled jewelry box, she’ll need my voice, DNA, and wand to get it open.” I answered with a smirk. 

“Very smart.” He said, slightly shocked. 

“I like to take caution when it comes to my sister. It’s a very beautiful ring, thank you.” I smiled.

“It’s tradition that the Malfoy proposing makes a special ring with the crest engraved on it. My Mother had it made, but asked for my opinion before it was finished.” He said and I smiled at him. 

“Still think this is a bad thing?” I asked. 

“Suppose there could be worse people to be forced to marry…” He said. 

“I’ll take that as a complement.” I said and stared down at the ring that fit perfectly on my finger. This was really happening. I was going to marry Draco Malfoy.

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In the Backyard Catching Fireflies (Hoodie X F!Reader X Masky)

In the Backyard Catching Fireflies

[Hoodie X F!Reader X Masky]

[Warnings: slight blood]

You honestly could have dreamed you would be in this type of situation if you were looking at this from the lens of last year's Reader. It was a mistake to even make contact with them to begin with.

As a child, your mother would often bring you into the woods to look for fun things: flowers, mushrooms, rocks, sometimes bones or pieces of trees. Other times, she brought you out there to practice her own magick, other days it was just to spend time in nature, and every other time than those reasons was just to spend time with you, her one and only beloved daughter. The correct term would be ‘witch’ but your mother never actually called herself one. Magickal practitioner, maybe, but never a ‘witch.’ You, on the other hand, absolutely took that term with pride.

You being a witch was what accidentally caused you to meet them to begin with. One evening, while out and about in the forest on the edge of town where you looked for fresh violets to eventually make violet syrup for your daughter’s ‘magical creature tea party,’ you found your favorite stretch of woods filled with the scent of blood. How strange, and it didn’t strike you as an animal’s blood. No, this was much stronger, more metallic, and carried the weight of sins past in its wake. As you looked around the forest to see what on earth was causing the terrible scent, you saw two men get spit out in between the trees. They flailed for a moment before getting tossed onto the forest floor, looking so much worse for wear.

“Oh my gods!” You exclaimed in surprise as you began to run over to the two, wondering if they were okay. You drew cautiously near them, only momentarily pausing to grab a large stick from the ground should they pounce when you finally got close enough to see their faces. How peculiar - their faces were covered. The one in the yellow hoodie had a ski-mask with a frown etched onto its surface, and the one in the tan coat was donned with a white mask with feminine features.

Your eyes flicked down to their midsections - that’s where the blood came from. They’re out cold, and you confirm that by trying to get them up. No dice. Against your better judgement, you load them onto your little wagon and bring them back to the car. It wouldn’t be right for you to just… leave them to bleed all over the forest floor.

You entered back into your house around the early evening, tired from trying to drag two grown men much bigger than you into your garage and set them up so you can work on them.

“Mommy?” Your small daughter’s voice piped in as she popped her head through the door leading to the garage where you were. “Who are they?”

“Got hurt,” you replied. “Can you get me the first aid kit?”

Your little girl smiled widely and nodded before she quickly zoomed back into the house. “Make sure to get the lavender and rosemary oil too! Can you do that for me, Magnolia?” You called out.

You heard your little girl running around as if she went back to get something. She eventually came back to the door, her arms full of things she thought you needed and the things you actually needed. “Thank you so much, baby,” you said with a small smile, petting her head as she put the things down on the table for you. “Go upstairs and watch some TV for me, okay? I don’t think I want to overwhelm our guests.”

At the sound of being able to watch more spongebob, she zoomed off and allowed you to get to work.

You mentally asked the two men before you to forgive the intrusion as you lifted their shirts to get at their wounds. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen something like this before. Is that… Are those claw marks? You dab a piece of cloth with some isopropyl alcohol and move to the white masked man and get three of the four lines cleaned when he awoke. His eyes shot open and his hand was gripping painfully tight at your wrist.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked in a panic, struggling to get you off of him in his half awake state. “Where are we?”

“Woah!” You cried out as you attempted to wriggle your hand free from his grasp. “I’m just cleaning you up-”

“Where are we?” He’s rattling off questions so fast and so loud that it wakes the second one up.

Due to you not being able to hold him down as well, he was able to pounce up and pin you to the ground, ready to end your life.

“Agh- stop!” You cried out in shock. “I just wanted to patch you two up!”

The man in the ski mask looked into your eyes for any hint of lying, or deception only to find none. Still, you were a normal person getting involved with two proxies. That in itself warrants death according to their society’s rules - and the Slender Man’s will.

“Wait,” the man in the white mask sighed. “Let her finish this up. You’re bleeding out on the floor.”

On cue at his comrade’s words, Hoodie glanced down to his midsection. He was indeed bleeding out on the garage floor and by extension, you. Realizing he was in no state to even consider inflicting damage, he relented.

An awkward silence quickly built up once you were back working on them. “So… What’re your names?”

“Hoodie.”

“Masky.”

“Interesting names,” you noted as you continued to work. “I’m Reader.”

“Interesting name,” Masky mirrors.

You laugh slightly.

That wasn’t the last you saw of the two men. They left almost immediately after being patched up much to your chagrin, but came back about a week later to properly thank you.

“We noticed some spell books in your garage before we left,” Hoodie began before nodding for Masky to go to the back of the car (they stole). “One of them being florals and it looked like you had some space in the front of your house. So, we brought you some flowers.”

You move your vision from over Hoodie’s shoulder to see Masky holding planters full of flower’s you’ve never even seen before. “Oh my gods,” you said in slight surprise as Masky places the small bushes down in front of their designated spots.

“We can plant them for you - or if you don’t like them we can-”

“No, no! They’re beautiful and the front lawn needs some color,” you beamed, looking at the array of colors dotting your front lawn. “How did… Where did you even find those?”

“We know a guy,” Masky said as he went back to the car to get a shovel.

You ended up going out there to help them plant the flower bushes and spent some more time in their company while you worked.

“So, tell me about yourself,” Masky said as he began to carefully place one of the shrubs into the dirt.

“Too broad,” you teased slightly.

Masky rolled his brown eyes. “You and magick.”

“My mother practiced, now I do,” you replied as you gently scooped back some of the dirt. “Most of it is home related work, but these plants are such a big help.” You took in their sweet scent. Come to think of it, you don’t think you’ve ever seen these types of flowers before anywhere. “What about you two?”

“Travelers, of some sort,” Hoodie piped in. “Never stay in one place for too long.” He glanced over to Masky to continue.

“That’s pretty much it,” Masky whistled slightly. “Used to be film students. Now we just… Go wherever the winds take us.”

From there, you began to hear stories from the two. Mostly little adventures they’d gone to, creepy towns they never wished to visit ever again, people they wished they stayed in contact with and everything and anything in between. It was actually rather nice to talk to other adults - and while they were relatively quiet about their past past, they seemed at ease talking with you about these things.

In return, you told them about other memories and anecdotes in your life. Small memories of climbing up the mountain with your mother, meeting your friends, your academic adventures and what brought you out to this part of the country.

“Wanted to get away from it all, I guess,” you said as the three of you sat on the front porch. “Figured it would be better to start again out here than face everything that had happened back there.”

Hoodie shared a look with Masky for but a moment. You hadn’t gone into detail about what happened back then, but they could somewhat fill in the lines with their experience of the world so far.

They came by plenty of times after that - sometimes together, sometimes not. Most of the time they stayed on your porch with you, chatting away about the day’s events and what would come next. You told them about your job, a teacher’s assistant to middle schoolers, and how you often passed your time. They eventually showed you their faces - and lord were they handsome - and still refused to tell you about their actual work.

“It’s dangerous, that’s all you need to know,” Hoodie had said one night while sipping a beer bottle.

Yet, they seemed to come by even more than usual when they met your darling little girl, Magnolia. Somehow, they’d managed to avoid her and her them throughout all their visits, but one afternoon near the beginning of the school year, that all changed.

She’s only 7, and the school bus often lets her out about a block from your home. You trust her enough to walk there and back (though another part of you wants to hold onto her forever and never let go).

“What time is it?” You hummed, sipping at your iced tea.

“About… 3:30, why?” Masky asked as he looked at his watch.

You immediately perked up. “She should be home soon,” you said eyes wandering from the two men on the steps with you towards the direction you knew your little girl was going to be coming from. And just like clockwork, there she was.

“Mommy!” She cried out, a large smile on her face as she began to run the rest of the way to the front steps.

“Mags!” You giggled as you maneuvered your way through the two men before hurriedly meeting her half way. “There’s my special little girl,” you laughed, taking her into your arms, picking her up and spinning her. “How was your day?” You ask, carrying her in your arms as you make it back to the front porch.

Masky and Hoodie move aside slightly as you sit back down with Magnolia on your lap.

“It was so fun! Today, we talked about bugs!”

“You did?” You asked as she nodded rapidly. “Tell me all about it while I get you something to drink and a snack, okay?” You said as you put her onto the steps before standing and opening the front door - and propping it open so you could still hear her and see her from the kitchen.

“We learned all about butterflies and what happens when they’re babies and become pretty,” Magnolia began to explain. “And then Miss Honey said we were gonna get caterpillar babies in our classroom and release them later. And then, she told us about bees and how bumbly they are-”

You listened to Magnolia go on about her lesson with a small smile as you fixed her some iced tea and apple slices. You could listen to her all day. When you failed to answer one of her questions, you heard Masky picking it back up for you.

“Hey Mommy? Why is the sky blue?”

A beat of silence because you honestly didn’t hear it.

“The atmosphere,” Masky began as he looked up at the perfectly azure sky. “You know what the states of matter are, don’t you?”

Magnolia nodded. “I do! Solid, liquid and gas,” she answered.

Masky smiled back and nodded. “Yeah, that’s it. Atmosphere is air and it covers the whole earth like a blanket,” he explained.

“It does?”

“Absolutely,” Hoodie chimed in.

Magnolia looked in between the two men with stars in her eyes, urging them to continue.

“The atmosphere changes the way that light from the sun reaches us,” Masky continued. “Light comes to us in wavelengths,” he moves his hand up and down like ‘waves’ to show what he means. “And those wavelengths look different depending on what they hit,” he claps his hands together, “and how long they are.”

“Do shorter wave… wavelengths show different colors?” Magnolia asks, clearly enamored in Masky’s teaching.

“Smart girl,” Masky chuckled softly as he ruffled her hair.

You finally come back from the kitchen with Magnolia’s snack and drink, more than pleased to see how well Masky and Hoodie were doing with her. Magnolia was admittedly a shy girl - she never really warmed up to people easily, especially not men given the situation with her father (who you’d rather not think about most days).

“And what about rainbows? Are those wavelengths?”

Both Hoodie and Masky laughed slightly before entertaining your daughter’s question as she sipped on her drink and bit into the apple slices. You watched with a small smile as you listened to the three talk.

After meeting Magnolia, Hoodie and Masky were more often at your house than not. And it carried on like that throughout the school year.

Masky often helped Magnolia with her science and math when you didn’t (feel like it).

“Mhm, and how many do you need to add to 5 in order to make 9?” Masky asked, eyes

glancing between your daughter and her math worksheet.

Magnolia smiled widely, “It’s 4.” She said it so confidently that you felt your heart burst from the living room.

“Good job,” Masky smiled back just as widely. “I’m sure you don’t know what you have to add to 8 to get 15, do you?”

“7!”

“Gods, you are so smart,” Masky chuckled warmly, hand once again ruffling her hair.

Hoodie was much more inclined to help with her reading and language arts skills. Seemed he had a knack for those things over math and science anyways.

“Spell bridge.”

“B-R-I-D-G-E.” Magnolia said with a grin.

Hoodie nodded. “Alright, how about… Believe?”

Magnolia furrowed her eyebrows slightly but gave a stab at it anyways. “B-E-L… I-E-V-E.” I before E, right?

“Good one. And laughter?”

“L-A-U-... F-no… G-H… T-E-R?”

“Nice job!” Hoodie complimente in an excited tone, scooping Magnolia up onto his lap making her burst into a fit of giggles. “You are seriously gonna kick everyone’s butt at the spelling bee on Friday.”

While they grew closer with your little girl, you noticed they had also grown oddly close with you as well. It came in little bouts - sometimes Masky would be cuddling with you on the couch while you watched the late night news. Hoodie would sometimes spend time with you in the garden and help when he didn’t have to - he was there just because he wanted to be with you. There were some days when they’d get you little trinkets, plants and herbs to help with your magick. Masky would even remind you of the full moon so you could put a jug out for moon water - and Hoodie would inform you of when the planets were in retrograde to potentially explain any odd behavior (remember: mundane of magickal.) They were helpful. Other times the three of you would spend the day together and eat brunch and act like your own individual family unit. And in your own unique way, you were - what with Magnolia now referring to the two men as her ‘aunt Hoodie’ and ‘uncle Masky’ much to the former’s original hesitance to accept that title.

It wasn’t just you feeling this way either, it was both of them as well. Masky was surprised to see how fast Hoodie had grown to care about you as Hoodie doesn’t really care about anything anymore. Maybe himself, definitely Masky, and definitely the other two in their group - but that’s it. To care for a human and her child… That’s admittedly out of pocket for him. They’re not sure what exactly to call it, maybe it’s love, but it’s a different kind of love. One that doesn’t have a name.

Ever since they entered your life things have been better. Life has been sweeter. Your little girl is more outgoing than ever and she’s finally coming out of her shell with not one, but two positive male role models.

And that led to now. The sun had finally dipped below the horizon and the stars were coming out to play. Magnolia was about to go on summer break - and the four of you had been planning on visiting the beach sometime soon. There were a lot of things to look forward to (another magical creature plus aunt Hoodie and uncle Masky tea party) being one of those things.

“Careful with the jar, Mags,” Hoodie said as he handed Magnolia a good sized mason jar to her awiting hands.

“I will!” Magnolia said before she zipped outside the backyard.

“Masky, you want anything to drink?” Hoodie called out from the kitchen as you got together the materials for s’mores.

“Lemonade, if we have it,” Masky replied.

“Good choice,” Hoodie mumbled before turning to the fridge.

After the two of you had everything you needed, you and Hoodie went out to the backyard and started to set everything up on the glass table Masky sat at. You settled into your seat as Hoodie got a fire going in the pit and when that was ready, he let it burn and took a seat at the other side of you. With Masky to your right and Hoodie to your left, you felt an odd sense of peace.

“It’s a nice night, yeah?” You hummed out in content as you watched your baby dance around with the fireflies.

“It sure is,” Hoodie agreed, hand lightly resting on top of yours.

“Ditto,” Masky smiled, arm now around your shoulders.

In the grass, Magnolia giggled as she caught fireflies, admiring how beautiful the flashes of green looked as they danced through the swaying leaves of grass.

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Conferences (Maxwell Lord/Lorenzano x f!teacher!Reader)

Summary: Alistair Lorenzano is a third grader in your class, whom you absolutely adore. Upon meeting his father, Maxwell, you suddenly have much more interest in the Lorenzano family. Set after WW84.

W/C: 2.9k

Warnings: language, flirting, talk of divorce and trauma, lots of talk of children and such, especially Alistair. brief nondescript mentions of Maxwell’s shitty childhood. uh. Spoilers for The Great Gatsby lmao

A/N: well! I haven’t written for max in a long time but the ship request (which are CLOSED) i received here really made me inspired! hope u guys like it :)

Alistair Lorenzano was a joy to have in class. You mean it too, not like when you don’t have a comment for a child’s report card and you just stick that phrase on the bottom. No, Alistair is a genuinely good kid.

The little dark haired boy walked in proudly on the first day, even as none of the other children came over to say hello or pal around with him. He seemed lonely, but he marched up to your desk and placed a beautiful apple on the desk, giving you a gap-toothed grin and introducing himself with a handshake. Alistair didn’t talk to his other classmates much that day, or any other day really. He was usually preoccupied with a book of some sort.

He sits alone at lunch and recess, usually burying his nose in a book as the other children play. He’s progressed quite quickly, reading big wordy books the other fourth graders surely couldn’t handle. When a child has no one to play with, Alistair will sit with them and talk. He’ll always help a struggling classmate with their long division or come up with a good synonym for them. He rarely raises his hand, but he’s almost always correct.

He’ll come in early most mornings. He doesn’t talk much about his family, but he says his dad works early in the morning and that he has to drop him off earlier. That’s fine with you; the kid is a good conversationalist and will read quietly while you arrange lesson plans or grade spelling tests.

You wonder what his family is like. All you know about his father is that he works early in the morning. His mother has dropped him off late several times, but that always led to more early mornings; presumably his father’s doing.

As a teacher, you tend to shy away from family-based assignments. You’re fully aware that some of your students won’t want to share what their parents do for a living, or talk about them at all. That’s why you don’t know much about the Lorenzano family- you don’t ask and Alistair doesn’t share.

Conferences are approaching soon as you approach the midpoint of the first semester. Most parents don’t come if their children are doing well; typically, only the parents of struggling children make appearances. That’s why you’re surprised to read the note Alistair hands you when he walks in, thirty minutes before class begins, as always.

You frown reading the little note of paper, pushing your glasses up your nose. “You’re sure that your father needs a conference?” You ask the little boy. He looks confused. “I’d love to meet him,” you say hurriedly, sipping your morning coffee. “It’s just that… you’re a very smart kid, Alistair. Usually it’s the parents of kids who don’t do so well that sign up for conferences.”

Alistair shrugs, taking off his puffy fall jacket and hanging it on his hook near your desk. “I don’t know. Dad just said he wanted that time,” he says, pointing at your paper.

Dramatically uncapping a colored flare pen, you make a show out of writing down the name for your 7:30 time slot: Mr Lorenzano. “Well, I will see your dad then,” you tell the kid with a smile. He seems pleased that you’re excited. “What’s his name?”

“Maxwell,” Alistair informs you, sitting at his desk and cracking open his book.

You repeat the name, writing it down in the purple pen you chose. “Your family has very elegant names,” you tease Alistair.

Alistair shrugs. “Dad likes to sound fancy.”

-

Maxwell has never met you, but he feels that he knows you like an old friend. Alistair absolutely adores you, tells his father about you at any chance he gets.

You sound wonderful. He supposes that Alistair would adore any female figure in his life right now. Vanessa, the former Mrs. Lord, has all but rejected her son. When Alistair would spend time at her place, she’d practically ignore her own kid, prioritizing whatever she wanted to do. Several days, Alistair was late to or completely missed school thanks to Vanessa’s ignorance.

That’s why Maxwell has taken nearly full custody now. Vanessa didn’t argue it. She was glad to have Alistair out of her hair. Besides, she resented Maxwell for endless reasons, usually unfounded. She wanted to see him struggle.

But Maxwell thrived. Alistair and his father are as close as can be. Maxwell now works a menial job, after the whole Dreamstone fiasco, but he’s managing to make ends meet. When they have enough money left over, he’ll take Alistair to the movies or buy him a new lego kit.

Maxwell hasn’t found love since Vanessa, but he thinks you might be the one for him. One could call him a hopeless romantic; his heart builds and breaks as easily as a wave on the shore. You sound so nurturing and lovely, so wonderful to the one Maxwell loves most. That’s partially why he scheduled the conference with you.

The other part was that Alistair is a budding genius in Maxwell’s eyes. He flies through thick books day in and day out, and Max wants to accommodate the skills in his son. He constantly tells him how proud of him he is, but he wants to make sure he can keep helping him learn.

On the day of the conference, Maxwell is nervous. Why is he nervous? He combs his closet several times to find one of the nice suits from his glory days, but decides it to be ridiculous. He’s not sure how much Alistair tells you about his family, but he’s sure you know he is no longer the television personality Max Lord. Instead, he settles for a dress shirt and pants, tossing on a light jacket over it. The fall air is turning crisp, especially in the evenings.

Doña Gloria from next door knocks on the door at promptly 7:00, and Alistair pops up to answer it. He loves the old woman, and wraps her in a big hug. Gloria walks inside the apartment, grinning at the sight of Maxwell’s outfit. “Ah, making a good impression on the boy’s teacher,” she nods in approval.

“Hoping to,” he nods and adjusts the suede jacket over his lapels, fidgeting with the zipper. “Alistair, why don’t you go find that game you wanted to play with Doña Gloria?”

The child runs off obediently and the woman straightens his collar for him. “Little Maxie has a crush,” she sings.

“Gloria,” he frowns as he messes with the cuffs. “I’ve never even met the woman.”

She gives a knowing smile. “But you know her. You know her through Alistair, all his stories. I’m sure she will love you, mijo.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter,” he sighs and pats his pockets, checking for his wallet. “She’s Alistair’s teacher. I can’t just-“

“You can do whatever the hell you want, Mr. Lorenzano,” the woman chuckles and reassures him. “Go get her.”

He shakes his head. “It’s a conference, not a date,” he says as he walks towards the door.

“It can be both!” Is the last thing he hears before he shuts the door, making him laugh.

-

Conferences, as always, are a pain in the ass. You sit and make small talk with parents, discussing their child’s skills with their times table versus their writing proficiency, their standardized test scores and how they stack up.

As the night passes, you grow more frazzled. Your hair, neatly tucked back, falls out in strands, and your glasses seem to slide down your nose more and more often. Some parents verbally abuse you for their children’s poor scores on their science test. Others try to get to know you a little too personally. All part of a day’s work.

A hopeful smile dares to peek out as you read your schedule and arrange your sampling of Alistair’s works. You’re eager to meet his father, to meet the man Alistair so rarely talks about but clearly adores.

There’s a knock on your classroom door at 7:30 on the dot. Shoving your glasses up your nose one time, you hurry to the door and allow the man in. “Hi, nice to meet you, Mr. Lorenzano,” you tell him and shake his hand, leading him to your desk.

Something about him seems familiar. He’s very attractive, that’s something. He doesn’t have his son’s dark, nearly black hair, but rather a light brown with bits of blonde interjected throughout. He has his son’s deep brown eyes, and his very presence makes you smile. He looks put together, dressed similarly to other fathers you’ve seen tonight.

You tuck your skirt under you as you sit in your chair. The man’s voice is smooth and beautiful as he speaks. “It’s nice to meet you as well. Alistair talks endlessly about you at home.”

Smiling, you shuffle some of his papers. The man is distractingly handsome, you find as you scramble to grab Alistair’s math test. “Well, he’s a very special kid. I adore having him in my class, truly. Your son is going places, Mr. Lorenzano.”

“Please, Max,” he shakes his head, producing something from a pocket. “Oh, and… for you.”

The sight makes you nearly laugh, but instead you break into a grin. The man’s large hand holds a shiny red apple, perfectly shaped. “Thank you,” you laugh and set it on your desk. “You know, I have no idea where that silly custom comes from.”

“I should ask Alistair,” Maxwell chuckles, his face heating as he takes in the beauty of your smile. “He knows so much. It wouldn’t be a stretch for him to know that.”

Nodding, you hand over an assortment of Alistair’s schoolwork and artwork. “He really does. I appreciate having a fellow avid reader in my class. He’s so bright, it’s… wild, really. Do you or… Mrs. Lorenzano,” you say, treading lightly, “do anything supplementary that advances his learning?”

Max looks down at the papers. “Well, she isn’t Mrs. Lor- Lorenzano anymore,” he shakes his head, his eyes not meeting yours for a moment. He stumbles, nearly using his former business name of Lord. “But no. I have nearly full custody of Alistair, and he flies through books. It’s absurd,” the man laughs, his pride in his eyes as he looks at you. “I mean, neither of us were ever as smart as this. I don’t know where he got it from.”

You frown at that. “You seem very smart, Max. May I ask what you do for a living?”

His brow furrows. “Alistair hasn’t told you?”

You shake your head, adjusting your glasses. God, Maxwell wants to do that for you, push them up your nose or better yet, take them off and kiss you deeply. “I don’t push kids to talk about their home lives. Some don’t want to share,” you shrug.

“I wish I would’ve had a teacher like you in my day,” he chuckles sadly. “I... well, I work currently for a corporate office in Arlington. It’s nothing very exciting, or anything that requires skill.”

You shrug, smiling a little. “It must be an important job or they wouldn’t pay you to do it.”

His chuckle is a little more upbeat. “I suppose. I just… my family was very poor when I was a child. I don’t want Alistair to feel ashamed that I don’t make as much money as his other classmates. Tell me, he doesn’t seem very social. Is he…?”

You want to phrase it properly, so you stutter for a moment. “Well, to put it plainly, no. Alistair does not talk much with his classmates. He’s a very quiet boy, as I’m sure you know. It’s not that they ostracize him, but rather that he chooses to be alone. He’s always reading rather than playing soccer or whatever,” you shrug. “It’s most certainly not exclusion on the basis of… having less money.”

Maxwell’s shoulders relax a little. “Well, I’m glad. Honestly, I don’t mind that he’s quiet. I’m glad he’s learning.”

“I’d usually disagree, but I have to say the same,” you chuckle. “He’s a really good kid, Max. You should be proud to have him as a son. Don’t tell anyone, but he’s my favorite student.”

He’s absolutely beaming with pride. “That’s all I could ask for. Thank you.”

“Of course! How could I not love that kid?” you chuckle as you admire a drawing Alistair made of a scene from his favorite book. “Was that all you wanted to talk about?” You ask, unsure if he had more concerns.

Maxwell’s almost startled by the question. “Oh! Yes, I got sidetracked,” he chuckles, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He’s painfully beautiful, and his laugh makes you laugh in return. It’s safe to say you really like the Lorenzano family. “He just goes through book after book, it’s endless. Do you have any recommendations for continued reading? I want him to keep going like this, truly.”

Tapping a pen against your gradebook, you think on it for a moment. “I guess the best way would be positive reinforcement, but not reward. If you, say, incentivized it, he might see it as a chore to earn the money or toy or whatever.”

Maxwell nods as he listens, a small smile on his face as he listens to your voice and intellect. Yes, his theory earlier was correct. He does have a crush on you. “Naturally.”

“So, my recommended course of action would really just be praise and support. Tell him you’re proud of him. Offer to take him to the library to pick out some more. Those little things mean more to a kid than we can know.”

Max does know, actually. He knows because he was deprived of them as a child, because he tries to use them as often as he can so Alistair never feels the way he felt. “I can most definitely do that.”

“Great,” you nod, fidgeting with the stem of the apple in front of you. “If he ever wants to do more math or puzzles or such, the library has lots of great resources for that as well. I also have lots of worksheets I could send home with him.”

“If I can tear him away from that book,” Maxwell chuckles. “Do you have any favorites? You mentioned you read a lot.”

“Oh, god,” you laugh, and Maxwell is enchanted by the sound. “There are too many options! My favorite book of all time would probably have to be the Great Gatsby. I love the classics.”

Maxwell’s smile turns bittersweet. Jay Gatsby’s life reminds him far too much of his own for comfort now. Before, he’d call himself a Gatsby in reference to lavish parties and living large. Now, he feels like Gatsby dead in the water. “Wonderful book,” he nods. “F. Scott Fitzgerald is a literary mastermind.”

“Do you read too?” You ask, intrigued. His personality shows more and more and you’re desperate for even more of it.

He shakes his head. “Not as much as Alistair, I’m afraid, but when I have the time.”

You grin. “My plans for tonight are to go home and read with some takeout. No one to disturb me or anything. I’m very much a homebody, so it’s usually just me and my gradebook and my houseplants. Takeout is the most excitement I get. I’m looking forward to working through this book though; I’m currently reading Wilde.”

“Ah, what book?”

“Picture of Dorian Gray,” you smile and look down at your tote bag with the book tucked into the side. “If I have any brainpower left. Most of these conferences are energy-suckers.”

“How many do you have left?” He asks, curious.

“You’re the last of the night, actually,” you chuckle and cross your arms on the desk, looking over at him and silently hoping he reads your interest.

“The night you have planned sounds lovely, I must say,” Maxwell chuckles. “I do love takeout, but I know of a wonderful place near here. I… we could go get dinner, if you’d like.”

Tilting your head to the side, you scrunch your nose to push your glasses back up. “That sounds wonderful, Max. It’s nice to converse with someone who isn’t 9 years old for a while. And someone so interesting,” you openly flirt now that you can tell he’s picking up on your messages.

“Me? Hardly,” he shakes his head and laughs. “I’m sure you have much more fascinating stories than me.”

“I am a third grade teacher, Max,” you laugh. “If you want stories that involve boogers, the ever-present cooties, and long division, I’m your gal, but it hardly extends past that.”

“I guess we’ll just have to find out. Do you like Italian food?”

“I love it,” you grin. “Does that mean wine?”

“Always,” Maxwell says in a mockingly offended voice, as if you’d even dare to ask such a thing, with a look of disgust.

“Thank fucking god,” you laugh before clapping a hand over your mouth. “Oh shit. Oh-“ you wince as you try to cover your curse with another curse. “Sorry. When school hours are out, I can’t hold back any longer.”

“No need to,” he assures you. “A woman like you could do whatever she wants and I’d be happy to just be in her presence.”

“Mr. Lorenzano,” you tease. “This is a parent-teacher conference!”

“Then let’s head to dinner and continue this in a nonprofessional capacity, shall we?” He asks, standing and pushing back his rolling chair.

“That sounds great,” you smile. Alistair’s father sure is something. Yes, you certainly like the Lorenzano family.

-

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A Hunch - Jason Todd × Reader

Summary:

You stopped short as you sensed that something wasn't right. You took in the surroundings; broken glass and clear signs of a fight and struggle.

For the first time in forever Jason was scared. He couldn't lose you.

Warnings: Violence, Kidnapping, Light swearing. Angst with comfort/happy ending. Reader is unintentionally a badass.

A/N:I....might have gotten a lot a bit carried away with this one, but I am really happy with the way it turned out.😁

Also Don't blame me for the spelling mistakes and grammar coz I am TIRED OKAY?! But do tell me if you find any

•°•°•°•°

This was your second day on work and you would much rather be anywhere else, right now being kidnapped by The Joker himself would feel like a field trip.

When you decided to work in a café, you expected to smell the rich aroma of roasted coffee beans all day long, to see happy faces of customers and co-workers alike, and to get the amount of money which can cover your expenses since all Jason does is sleep all day and kick the crap out of people all night. One of you had to be the responsible one. What you didn't expect however was that you'd have to deal with whatever the hell this guy in front of you was trying.

"Sir, I already gave you what you ordered can you just stop holding up the line now." You were sure everyone except this dumbass could see the vein popping on your forehead but you guessed he couldn't see past the forced smile plastered on your face.

"Oh come on babe, It's not like these people have anywhere important to be. Now have you been covered in bees recently?"

"...Umm"

Oh god no. No. No. No. NO. If he uses a cheesy pick up line I am going to KILL HIM.

He continued "Oh you know I just assumed, because, well you look sweeter than honey." The guy winked and wiggled his eyebrows at you.

'THAT'S IT I AM KILLING HIM. Sweeter than honey?!!! Seriously!!!! Wait, What if throw his coffee in his face? Nahh I will probably get fired. Damn you manager!! This day cannot get any worse.'

You raised an eyebrow at him and sighed to yourself. This is gonna be a loooooong shift.

•°•°•

After going through this torturous day, safe to say you were more than relieved when you got back to your shared apartment.

Maybe if I am lucky enough I will catch Jason before he leaves for his 'night job' You thought to yourself as you unlocked the door and stepped inside.

As soon as you entered, you noticed the dim lights and the smell of freshly cooked food. You assumed it was one of those nights in which Jason behaves like a hopeless romantic and it turns into a cliché dinner date followed by a movie marathon while being cuddled up on the couch.

You smiled to yourself at the thought.

"Jay you will not believe what happened at work today." You started babbling the way you usually do as you made your way to the kitchen. "There was this really weird guy who kept flirting with me and--" You stopped short as you sensed that something wasn't right. You took in the surroundings; broken glass and clear signs of a fight and struggle.

This was all very, very wrong. There was an uneasy silence which was soon however, broken by a groan, you whipped your head around at the source of the sound.

"JASON!!"

There he was Jason. Your Jason. All battered up and tied to a chair. Just as you took a step towards him a hand was placed on your lower back. You froze completely. Another hand made its way up, tracing up your spine, the palm of the hand was then placed on the back of your neck.

You were wrong. This day just got a helluva lot worse.

You were yanked forward and now you could see Jason up close. He looked at you with dizzy eyes, "it's going to be okay" he spoke softly, there were clear indications that he was disoriented, no wonder he didn't get out of his bonds yet. Jason's gaze shifted towards the intruder behind you. He gritted his teeth and spoke in a low and dangerous tone.

"Sionis this is between you and me So. Let. Her. Go."

"From where I am standing, you are not in any position to make demands, Red. And a word of advice, you really shouldn't make promises you can't keep."

The hand on your lower back disappeared and before you could even blink, you felt the muzzle of a gun being pressed on your temple. Your eyes widened in fear. The only thing keeping you from a full-on panic attack was Jason's presence. You knew, as long as he was there, you were going to be just fine.

"We could have done some good together-- you and me. We could have rebuilt Gotham in a way she deserves." You gasped as Roman's fingers tightened around the back of your neck. "You see Red Hood you took my beautiful Gotham city away from me and now I get to take this beauty away from you."

The fingers on your neck were now threaded through your hairs. Tears welled up in your eyes as the stinging sensation in your scalp intensified. For the first time in forever Jason was scared. He couldn't lose you. You meant the world to him. At the same time he refused to give Roman the satisfaction. Jason made sure his face wouldn't show how much pain he was in, seeing the tears in your eyes and the absolute fear behind them.

"You are the most feared crime lord in the Gotham underworld Sionis, or well atleast you were, and this is the best revenge plan you could come up with? That's just...sad." You could tell Jason was taunting him. He was trying to get the attention off of you and surprisingly it was working. You went along with his idea and bit your lip to stop any and every sound that can come out of your mouth.

Roman was already blinded with the rage he felt towards Jason and the mocking tone in his words was the last straw, he threw you to the side and got in Jason's face, a gun was placed underneath your lover's chin as you stumbled to the floor. The tension in the room was thick. Both men were defiantly staring each other down. Even though Jason managed to get you free, there was no after plan, there was no way he could take on Black Mask in his current state, so he did what he does best, he got on Black Mask's already ignited nerves.

"Are you going to shoot me or what Blackie? Because if I get back to my senses before you kill me, I will fill you up with so much lead Superman won't be able to see through you."

Roman seemingly calmed himself down, stood up straight, aimed the gun straight at Jason's forehead.

"Here I thought you were special Jason, that you were worthy to be my heir, my friend. What a waste. Now you will die like any other disappointing employee of mine."

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As soon as you were free and you saw Jason distracting the crime lord, you quickly scanned your surroundings; you could get a knife from the kitchen counter but you'll probably be shot down as soon as you try to make a run for it. There is also a spare gun in the bedroom but that's not happening because well the same reason.

And then your heard it, Black Mask cocked his gun and seeing the gun pointed at Jason something in you snapped, there was no way in hell you were going to lose the one person you loved more than anything in this world. Not again.

Thankfully there was a chair within your grasp and before anyone could register anything you jumped to your feet, grabbed it and swung it hard.

"HANDS OFF MY MAN!!!", Your voice was heard in what seemed like forever, as the hard wood of the chair connected with Roman's back. He fell to the floor as pieces of the chair dropped down around him. You reared back your foot and before he could get back up, the heel of your foot connected with his jaw and just like that, he was down with a thud.

You heard Jason mutter a surprised, "Well wasn't that anticlimactic", as you stood there looking at the unconscious body on the floor, unable to wrap your head around the events of this evening.

By the time you turned around to untie Jason, he was already free and you were pulled into a hug as your face pressed against his chest, you inhaled his familiar scent and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"(Y/N) I was so scared. That bastard got the jump on me. I wanted to do something. I wanted to stop him. I couldn't see you get hurt but I couldn't move. I-I love you more than anything I have ever loved." Jason buried his face in your neck.

You just hummed as Jason soothingly ran his fingers through your hairs. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you hugged him tightly, keeping him impossibly close to you. You knew there was nothing you could say to make him feel less guilty so you both just stayed there for a while, feeling safe in each other's embrace.

•°•°•

"We are getting reports that earlier tonight after a deadly run in with a bat-vigilante, the notoriously known crime lord of Gotham Underworld, Roman Sionis aka The Black Mask, was apprehended today, The Batman himself was seen handing this dangerous criminal over to the Blackgate prison guards our sources tell us--"

You saw Jason switch off the headlines, he was sitting on the bed's edge, he squeezed his eyes with he heels of his palms. Seeing his distress you made your way over to him with a first-aid kit and a few extra bandages. You stood in front of him and for the first time since the fiasco, you were able to see how bad of a shape he was in and a frown made its way on to your lips.

Jason looked up at you and brought both of your hands towards his lips. As he kissed the knuckles of your hands, he whispered, "I'll be fine. Don't worry. I am in this condition every now then...But Lets talk about you." You raised an eyebrow at his comment as your hand moved to dab the alcohol swab over his wounds. Getting the hint, he further explained himself.

"I mean how did you take him out? Like did you take some self defense classes while I was away or Cass taught you some stuff or...?"

"Oh That! That was just instinct, my love. I saw him point a gun at you and I just--I just lost it I guess. Plus I had a hunch, the chair was sturdy enough to knock him down, the kick was just reflex so...", you shrugged.

"So you mean to say you took out someone from Bruce's Rogue Gallery on the basis of a hunch? A. Frickin. Hunch?!"

You grinned and pecked his lips, moving away to get some supplies for stitching up the bigger wounds.

"(Y/N) you are insane!"

"Says the one who wears a mask underneath a mask, thinking it gives him a dramatic flare", you smirked at his dramatic gasp.

"Just so you know it more of a helmet than a mas--", you cut him off by a playful smack on the chest.

"Todd, I swear I can make this stitch much more painful for you if you don't shut the hell up right now"

"Yes ma'am", He gave you a mock salute as you smiled went back to tending his wounds.

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Yandere obey me demons+ diavolo get competitive decorating a Christmas tree for their darling ☺️ winner get a kiss under mistletoe please

Christmas Tree: Yandere Obey Me Demons

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Yandere Obey Me Demons:

Its Christmas time. You've been in the Devildom for almost an year, and you considered yourself pretty close to the demon brothers. You guys did a lot of fun activities, on your request only. All the brothers always had something to do, even Leviathan had stuff to do other than playing video games and watching shows. But whenever you suggested to do something, they'd always try to make time for you. How could they say no when you asked them so sweetly?

So you were pleasantly surprised when you suggested that you all decorate the Christmas tree together and all of them refused. Hmm, maybe they're just tired. But then you suggested a competition; you knew the brothers were all to competitive. "The most well decorated tree wins! And the winner gets a-" you were cut off by Asmodeus "kiss from you!" "What? No, I was actually thinking of something like-" you were again interrupted "hmm. This sounds interesting. What are the rules?" "Time limit is 2 hours. Right before dinner, we'll see the best decorated tree. No copying, no stealing. Fair enough?" Lucifer proposed. Everyone agreed, except for you. "What?! 2 hours is way too less!" "(Y/n) we're demons. We have supernatural speed and strength. Now, start the clock." And then they all went away, not knowing that you were actually talking about yourself. How are you gonna manage to get a tree and decorate it all within two hours?

The demons got their trees from the human world fairly quick. They all took their trees to different parts of the castle, all wanting to maintain their secrecy.

Leviathan had decided to make his tree unique by decorating his tree in...Tale of the Seven Lords merchandise? Why not? I mean both of you are big fans of TSL, and its eye-catching.

Asmodeus had started out pretty good. He got a decent sized tree, but the issues started when he began decorating. Its not that he doesn't now how to embellish the tree, he just wasn't doing it, because he got busy staring at his reflection on the ornaments. He started taking pictures of himself, using different coloured ornaments. He'll definitely post it on Devilgram, and send some directly to (Y/n) that are for her eyes only.

Mammon had gotten the tree but he forgot to buy the pretty Christmas ornaments as he was busy buying himself a present. He knew none of his brothers would either lend him some money or give him some spare decorations. So he could either beg the others for some help or he could eliminate the competition. Hmm, he hopes (Y/n) will tend to his injuries and kiss his pain away after he's done with his plan.

Beelzebub brought many decorations for his tree. He wanted the tree to express his personality a bit, so he bought a lot of edible decorations...which turned out to be a problem since he kept on munching on them instead of adorning the tree with them. But he got a hold of himself, assuring himself thar (Y/n) would give them something far more mouthwatering.

Satan was doing a great job actually. The tree was looking beautiful and grand. He can't wait to feel (Y/n)'s velvety soft lips on his. All that was left for him to do was put the star on the top. But then the tree suddenly fell down, the glass ornaments breaking when they came in contact with the floor. Of course, the culprit turned out to be Mammon, who had came to steal borrow some ornaments. But Mammon "accidentally" tripped and pushed the tree. He could see Satan turning red with fury, and he knew none of his other brothers will help him save him from Satan's wrath since they're busy with their trees. So Mammon took that as his cue to run, with Satan hot on his heels, yelling at him all the ways he's going to torture him.

Belphegor had surprisingly put in a good effort on his tree. The tree was decorated in his colours, and he actually had hidden in some very sharp ornaments in there, in case someone wanted to touch the tree without his permission. He hopes that he wins; he doesn't want to reveal his sadistic tendencies to (Y/n) just yet.

Lucifer had truly outdone himself this time. He bought a huge tree, and went all out with the decorations. The tree wasn't overcrowded with the ornaments; instead there was a balance and symmetry. He also went ahead and bought presents for (Y/n) and placed them under the tree. He put the tree in a room and put a special spell on the door that could only be unlocked by him. Lucifer was sure that tonight was going to be the night when you'll realise your feelings for him.

Once it was dinner time, Lucifer went to go look for you. On the way he found his other brothers, who were trying to hold back Satan from killing Mammon. As Lucifer told them to control themselves and behave, you walked in all giddy and happy, with Diavolo behind you smiling. "Hey guys! Are you all done with your trees? Can we go see them?"you asked. As Satan stated to explain what happened with his tree, Lucifer interrupted him "Instead of fighting Mammon, you should've gone back and started again. But you chose to waste your time, Satan. Do not blame others." All the other brothers agreed, leaving Satan no room to argue. You went ahead and rubbed his hand, telling him it was okay. "Maybe next year, Satan." You smiled at him. And just like that, you quelled his anger.

"Lets see mine first (Y/n)! Come on!" Asmodeus said. You all went towards his room where he had kept the tree, only to find ashes in its place. Asmodeus didn't understand what happened. He didn't know which one of his brothers did it. He wanted to say Mammon, but he was busy getting chased by Satan. Suddenly, all of the brothers looked at each other, before going to look for their trees, only to find them all burned to crisp. Lucifer couldn't believe it. How could anyone enter his room when he put a spell-. Oh. He knew who did this. He knew burned all of their trees.

Trying to cheer them up, you told them not to worry as you also had prepared a tree for Christmas. They all gloomily followed you to see your tree. Once they got there, the brothers couldn't believe their eyes. In front of them stood a huge, ginormous tree. It was beautifully embellished. It was breathtaking. "How the hell did you, a human, do this all in 2 hours?!" Mammon asked, baffled. You started explaining, "Well after you guys left, I didn't know where to get a tree in Devildom. So I went to Diavolo for help and told him about the competition. He then not only helped me get the tree and the ornaments, but he also helped me decorate it! Isnt it so pretty guys?"

And just like that all the brothers knew who burned their trees. "Well, I believe we've won the competition. So, do I get my prize (Y/n)?" Diavolo asked, smirking. "B-but that's cheating!" Asmodeus tried to protest, but Diavolo quickly shut him down. "How? It isn't against the rules to help someone. Is it Lucifer?" his sharp eyes turned towards Lucifer who only said no. "Well then, we've won fair and square! (Y/n), wheres my kiss?" Diavolo turned towards you. "Alright, even though we're on the same team." You laughed as you went towards him to give him a peck, only for Diavolo to pull you by the neck and deepen the kiss. All the brothers watched him in jealousy and anger, but no one dared to tell you that he was the one who burned their trees. Not when the future demon king had laid his claim on you.

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