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starshiningsirius · 3 years

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Dr. Jerkyll and Mr. Hyde (Yandere Leech twins x reader)

An au idea I had came to mind based off @yandere-wishes Victorian twst story and @yandere-romanticaa 's Extraterrestrial story.

I love these two eels and I'm late on their birthday but it's still their birthday for me.

The clear moonlit sky shown brightly over the waters of the ocean. As yet another scream echoed within the streets of a supposedly vacant city.

The detective woke up with a start but not from the scream, but from the ringing of her phone. A report she had been writing stuck to her face from the humid atmosphere. She picked it up getting a few details from Idia, who was panicking on the other side of the line. Considering he worked in the criminal department at the desk and didn't have to see any bodies whatsoever you would think he'd be calm when trying to say what happened.

"Calm down Idia. Tell me what happened?" Her voice was gentle since yelling wouldn't help his nerves.

"Therewasanothermurder! Theyclaimedanothervictim!" He spoke so fast that his words wouldn't be understood by most but she was used to this with him and every word was caught by the detective's ears.

"Where's the crime scene?"

"In front of Sam's shop on Crystal Road, Ms. Y/n L/n." The voice of Idia's younger sibling popped up a contrasting his older brother's cowardly behavior.

He wanted to be just like his older brother so he spent his days in the office with him. Though there were times when Idia tapped out and his brother had to step in.

"Thank you both. I'll head their now." She hung up after hearing a farewell from both brothers.

The candle was long out and she grabbed her gun, notebook, and pen within the darkness, before venturing out the confines of her home.

When she got there a crowd had surrounded one spot in particular.

Cater was already there taking photos of the scene as it was his job being a forensic photographer.

"Hey, hey! Y/n's here, make way!" The crowd parted for her as soon as he announced her presence.

Whispers were muttered as she passed through into the middle of the crime scene. Mostly about how she hadn't caught this killer yet. She ignored them though and went on to meet with her coworker.

"It never ceases to amaze me how your always here first Cater, if anything you should be a suspect." She started off saying to her compatriot.

"Can't help it if I want to stay informed dectective, I just want to stay informed before anyone else." His smile on his face was out of place as he took another photo of the corpse.

"Who was it this time?"

"Such a poor fate to befall dear Monsieur Heart." A new voice joined in the conversation.

"Rook, I see you've arrived but can I get their name please?" The detective said sighing at the theatrics of her friend.

"His name was Ace Trappola, I can't imagine how Monsieur Spade must be feeling about this tragedy." Rook feigned a sorrowful look.

"Oh yeah A-Deuce kun were inseparable, I feel sorry for him. Think he knows already?"

"If there as inseparable as you say Cater then I suppose not, he isn't here yet otherwise I'm sure he'd cause a scene." She noted.

"That doesn't make him a suspect though right? I mean sure he's been a suspect in many crimes before, but Deuce kun far too soft!" Cater was a bit frantic at the thought alone.

"No, I doubt it was him he wouldn't want to disappoint his mother with something as vulgar as murder, he cares for her far too much to do that." That calmed his worries.

"You know I've heard Monsieur Heart have many laments on how his delivery to Roi d' Rose-" Cater didn't let Rook finish.

"RIDDLE?! No way he did this! Have you seen how strict his mother is? Just waltzing in their office and so much as suspecting her son is a one way ticket to hearing her screams! Besides I doubt his mother would even let him out this late anyway, he's always about following the rules set in place for him." Cater says with an imaginary sweat that could have formed to express his fear and anxiety.

"True, and I can't afford another headache from that lady, but we could get some valuable intel from him about Trappola's demeanor the past few days seeing as it may be a pattern in the serial killers motives."

"What about Sam? He's gotta know something considering the murder occurred in front of his shop." Cater's gaze went toward the shop to the right of them.

"Ah the shop keep, a wonderfully eccentric man with many secrets." Rook stated his opinion of him from what he gathered on his own free time.

"Says the French man whose got info on everyone from stalking them on the street." The detective says shaking her head at the strange man next to her who happily smiled at her statement.

"I wouldn't call it that more so getting to know my prey more personally." She sighed hearing his reply.

"A crime analyst such as yourself is such a good cover up!" Cater's response made her sigh once again.

She shook her head toward her coworkers. They took their job in a mild manner but beyond that they did do well to get it done. Even though the means of how they did it were very much questionable in her eyes.

She looked toward the ground seeing the body of the former male right on the cusp of adulthood. His orange hair was a bit disheveled and the looks of shock on his face petrified in time.

"Ah, the dectective is already using those perceptive eyes of hers." Cater's words fell on deaf ears as she was examining the crime scene closely.

"As expected of Reine de la déduction, such dedication in her work. Très bien!"

Their bones were disfigured, just like the last person. No one has this type of strength it didn't make any sense. The only lead that was given but she noticed a glowing substance in his mouth.

"Cater, Rook, I need some confirmation. Out of all the other times these cases have been appearing there weren't any liquid substances to be found beside the occasional blood right?"

"You are correct."

"Yeah, nothing else to be found from what I could see." They both confirmed her suspicion.

She had to go talk to Jade again, but first thing tomorrow she had to interrogate Sam, as well as Riddle Rosenhearts which was sure to be headache on her part.

* * *

His mother was an agitation to say the least. During her entry into his mother's office and upon stating the reason for her entry, Riddle's mother had already hated her the moment she finished speaking. Yelling and hollering about how her son would never commit such a crime even though the dectective never stated he was a suspect in the slightest.

She only asked to question the behavior of Mr.Trappola as of late before he met his end. He was under no suspicion whatsoever but she wasn't having that and kept screeching until her son had to calm her down.

It was much more pleasant afterwards but the headache Y/n had in the early morning just listening to her screeching didn't disappear throughout the whole endeavour.

Just before she bid him farewell he apologized deeply for his mother's behavior with a red face of complete embarrassment. To which she replied it was alright and thanked him for his time. Unfortunately though she had to bear that burden on her own as Rook and Cater had their own jobs to partake in analyzing the other crimes and investigating the trend within the series of murders. It was unfair but that was life. By the time she exited their establishment it was already in the afternoon a little after lunch.

Next was to venture to Sam's shop which was right where the crime had taken place. The body was already removed and taken to forensics, so the only thing left was a broken street lamp.

"Ah, well if isn't the dectective, I believe I already know the pleasure of seeing you here on this fine day," He tipped his hat to her with a smile on his face.

"Afternoon to you too Sam. I would like to acquire any information you have on the murder of Ace Trappola that occurred last night, in front of your establishment."

"Such a shame the little demon, was too young to have bite the dust. But you know as well as I my information comes with a price."

"A thousand madols should suffice a description of what you saw right?" She questioned handing a stack of the paper currency to which he smiled at.

"All I know is that last night was certainly something else. I heard a smash of a lamppost outside my window, up on the second floor. Shop was already closed though. When I looked down I saw what looked to be two silhouettes outside the window. One way taller than the other though, I recognized of Trappola on the ground and something glowed within the hands of the killer, a vial of sorts. He poured it down the throat of the little demon, but Trappola put up a good fight before it was over."

"Over? Can you specify?"

"As in he was left on the ground for dead, it looked like he was choking on whatever was consumed. The killer held him tightly after he realized he was choking. It was similar to a hug but one that was more deadly than a normal one. After he dropped him to the ground and walked away laughing hysterically at who he squeezed."

"And you weren't going to go to the police to inform that you had witnessed the murderer of a serial killer!" Her voice had raised a bit in volume as her agrevated state didn't alleviate since earlier in the day.

"I'm not one to get involved in others private life, Dectective. I've got a business to run." She understood his point though exhaling a sigh through her nose.

"Right. If you want to keep your life you keep your mouth shut. Alright I thank you for the intel." The dectective closed her notebook after writing down many notes on the case.

"Pleasure doing business with ya, Dectective! Best of luck to you as well! You'll be needing it more than anyone." She was only able to hear the first part of it not when his cheery demeanor went away.

She walked out to her final destination of the day, a close friend of hers. His name was Jade Leech, a smart man that excelled in pharmaceuticals just as did Riddle's mother but in a more different sense. His potions were revolutionary with in the subject of alchemy and his botany skills and knowledge made his fame and fortune.

He's helped her on countless cases before, with his expertise in potions it aided in knowing key components to solving head bangers such as this.

As she reached the door of his manor she knocked before waiting a moment or two to see his smile.

"Dectective, how pleasant it is to see you today." He flashed his signature smile toward me, with pearly teeth straight and white.

"It's nice to see you too Jade. May I come in?"

"Your always welcome here, though I must say you do look exhausted how about I put on some tea?" He made way for me to step in.

"You don't have to Jade."

"I insist, naturally I should show good hospitality to all my visitors. Your free to take a seat wherever you like."

"So how are your mushrooms doing?" She said starting up conversation on a favorable topic for him. He was in the kitchen that connected to the empty dining room, that opened the way to the living room where she sat.

"I imagine you didn't come here just to speak on how my mushrooms are doing alone?" He spoke it in the form of a question but he already knew the answer with a knowing smile on his face that she couldn't see but knew he had.

"You are right, my apologies, I actually require your aid with a substance that could be the key in solving the recent serial killings." She watched as he walked in with two plates in hand.

"It's fine, I'm glad you can come to me for help." He served the two plates, one in front of her and the other in front of himself.

They had pasta on both of them with the mushrooms I mentioned. It smelled heavenly. Her stomach growled loudly which caused Jade to laugh lightly.

"I'm assuming you haven't eaten much of anything have you?"

"No I had too much work to do today." She blushed looking away from him.

He sighed making a small 'tsk' noise.

"You have got to take better care of yourself, that dedication of yours is admirable but otherwise you'll drive yourself into an early grave with that sort of work ethic." He chastised.

"Ah, I just don't have the time these days, I'm sorry for all the trouble you have to go through for me." Her eyes traveled toward the food with a slight guilty feeling.

"You speak as if your some sort of burden on me, quite the contrary I worry for your safety and yours alone. You may be a skilled dectective but, I care for your well being first."

Her face grew to an intolerable temperature that would make people think she was sick. She was very much surprised by his words. The first time anyone has ever said anything that endearing to her in a while.

So to ignore the feeling of her heart racing she picked up her plate kept her eyes trained on it. Her expression looked to resemble pouting.

"L -let's just eat then shall we?" She stumbled on her first word internally cursing as she heard Jade's laughter.

. . .

After they had eaten Y/n had spent some time explaining to Jade the situation with Trappola's murder and handed him the vile of the substance found at the crime scene.

He listened attentively and chimed in few times for clarity. He said he would have the analysis of the substance done within two days. Soon enough she was on her way out the door even though he had offered her to stay the night she had declined politely. It wasn't weird since they were close friends with one another anyway. Not to mention there were times where she would fall asleep while waiting for Jade to finish his analysis and he would be nice enough to place her in a room.

"Thank you Jade, I would have loved to spend more time with you, but I've been really busy as of late with all these murders." She thought for a moment and then looked up at him. He was a bit tall, scratch that he was tall, of course so she got on the tips of her toes and placed a kiss on his cheek to show him her gratitude.

Jade's face lit a flame, cheeks flushed as he touched where her lips made contact.

"I'll see you later." Was all she said before walking away briskly passed the gates of his house not looking back.

She would've heard the glass breaking inside the male's house in which indicated another presense inside.

. . .

Two days had passed and the dectective was trying to piece together what was the link between these series of murders.

She had to go check with Lilia who is the pathologist that had completed an autopsy on all the bodies of the victims. As eccentric as he was he was more tolerable than the combo of intricacies that are her co workers. Then again everyone in this office was weird in their own way.

"Ah, dectective what great weather we're having today, is it not?" He said with a smile on his face.

Unlike Jade he was significantly shorter than him so she had to look down a little to see him or stand a few feet away.

"It is indeed, Lilia. You seem to be in a good mood today."

"That is because I have made a breakthrough on today, while working through the night." His smile grew and the magenta eyes affirmed his happiness toward the news he had to share.

"On Mr. Trappola's body, I have found something strange but interesting nevertheless! A scale and not only that, but there is something you should see for yourself!" He brought her over to said man's corpse luckily the bottom half of his body is covered and the top half as well up to his shoulders.

Lilia grabbed one of his tools for dissection and beckoned her to come closer as she showed her what he had found. That's when she saw it.

Lilia had a small knife and maneuvered it to a small spot itself, lifting up a small piece of skin that was already slit and based on the size of the knife and similarity to another a butter knife it wouldn't have been able to cut the skin.

"There are two more like this on this side of his neck and three on the other side. So it seems like they're gills.

"What about the other bodies?"

"I spent the night examining those as well and they all have the same gills but Trappola here is the only one who had a few scales."

"So maybe the substance has something to do with these oddities on him. Trappola probably ingested some."

"It's quite possible that whoever this murderer is trying to test the substance on the person instead of themselves but based on Trappola's few scales being the latest attempt it seems they are making improvement for whatever the elixir's use is. These strange characteristics it reminds me of some fairytale I heard some time ago." He drifted off sounding like an old man reminiscing.

"Enlgihten me then Lilia." Knowing just how Lilia liked to ramble on about myths and legends like he'd seen them and lived through their stories.

"Well if you insist but this one involves merfolk certainly you've heard of mermaids and such right these scales on legs don't they remind you of those types of things. Gills on their necks so that half people half fish would gain the ability to breath underwater."

"Ah right but this is reality. Seeing is believing though right? Who knows though maybe they could help with the case." She was skeptic hearing about a bunch of lore that could just be coincidental but she knew better than that. Coincidents were more than just preordained.

. . .

Now back at Jade's manor the dectective was contemplating what in the world such a myth could play a factor in a murder scene. It just didn't make any sense as to why the person would need such a potion. What type of person would you have to be to go that f-

She couldn't finish that thought since Jade had opened the door.

"Ah, Jade good day to you-" the dectective looked up toward him to see the tall man staring at her for a bit longer than a few seconds. She did notice the strand of black hair usually on his right was on the left.

Unconsciously she reached up and was about to grab it before her hand was grabbed.

"Just what are you doing little dectective?" His voice got a bit darker towards the end sending shivers down her spine for a second before she saw his eyes in front of her and thought to herself for a second.

'Was his gold eye always on the right?'

A slight tighter squeeze on her hand woke her up form her head. She was reminded of the situation again. She could feel his breath closer to her face, she was internally malfunctioning and was losing her train of focus.

"Ah, I was, I was just trying to flip your black strand of hair." She stuttered and didn't internally curse herself this time since the proximity was still a factor in her brain turning to mush.

Jade suddenly smiled a wide one at that. Usually it'd be small and polite even when teasing he'd have a signature closed eyed smile keeping the adorable image of his flustered dectective in his head. But that wasn't the case this time. This smile was more menacing and sent bad news toward all who saw it.

Jade towered over her a bit more leaning to the right a bit toward her ear.

"Dectective do you know what you remind me of?" He questioned with a wide smile on his face.

He leaned in too close for comfort his breath could be felt on her right ear, while his hand on her shoulder kept her still.

"An adorable little shrimp! I could just eat you up!" He said it slow to build up suspense but it sounded serious and at the same time.

She pushed him away feeling her face heat up tremendously like an oven.

"J -Jade!" She couldn't find the words to describe what she just heard feeling beyond embarrassed and having her heart pound loudly that she swore he could hear.

"I -I have to go, thank you for your time!" She frantically stated about to run off but before she could Jade had grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"Aww can't I get a kiss too, little shrimp? Besides aren't you forgetting something?" She was too put off by the request to understand the sentence, but her mind did process part of the sentence and she remembered why she came here.

He held up a folded up sheet of paper in his hands toying with her holding it out of her reach.

How could he say that in such a cool voice? Her nerves couldn't handle so much teasing, it wasn't unlike him but it seemed he had gone over his usual gentlemanly behavior.

She hurriedly kissed him on the cheek in which he hadn't expected such a quick response to his question with a blush on his face becoming apparent and his frozen stature. She took the opportunity to jump up for the paper and ran from near the doorstep bidding farewell with the sheet of paper she had took in hand leaving a blushing male to watch her run out. His smile grew as he saw her frantic behavior, excitement bubbling within him.

He ran outside to the backyard of the mansion to go share his newfound happiness.

. . .

"Jade! Shrimpy is really cute!" The one male spoke to Jade in a tone of voice that was different than that of a few minutes, one that would have made him believe he was Jade himself.

There appearances were so similar, cept for the eyes and voice they were twins after all. With a little makeup and easy voice tone change one could hardly tell the difference anyway.

"I'd thought you'd understand if you saw her up close, Floyd." Jade was actually outside tending to his mushrooms in the garden while his look alike was entertaining the female detective that had left in a hurry. Though knowing his brother he could already assume how it must have went. Thinking of his little dectective being so flustered indefinitely brought out his sadistic side a bit.

"Can we keep her?" Floyd was so fond of her seeing her turn red, hearing her heart beating loudly, when she stuttered and that kiss on the cheek pretty much sealed the deal for him. She was so full of life and it brought excitement for him since he had to stay within the manor and avoid everyone. His behavior would be brash and scare many in the public eye not only that but his strength was inhuman which could cause problems for the person on the receiving end. Especially if you were trying to blend in.

They only came from the sea to see the lives of humans and unlike one of their friends who started a business in this day and age. Jade could survive on land with the ability to easily fool others with a facade whereas Floyd couldn't do that all the time and would probably squeeze someone for no reason other than boredom.

He didn't like being confined but after seeing the dectective sleeping on the couch once, he became curious as to who she was and why Jade spent so much time helping her. He knew for a fact his brother was not at all kind or generous. He was beginning to finally understand.

"We are but you have to be patient, you did give her both sheets of paper before she ran off correct?" His brother inquired finally seeing the hunger in his brother's eyes.

"Yup, she gave me a kiss just so she could distract me and take it. Shrimpy is so cunning she makes me want to squeeze her and pay her back for catching me off guard like that." The thought alone sounded enticing to Floyd, he couldn't wait to wrap his tail around her.

"I need you to go on another 'outing' tonight we have to perfect this first if we want to have any shot at having her to ourselves." Jade's words did nothing to damper his mood as his excitement reached a new level at the thought of showing his little Shrimpy off to everyone.

They were trying to get make a potion in which a human could become a sea creature, though it was easy for Jade to make one for himself and Floyd to come on land. The same can't be said for a person that's been human and has not a single gene that ties them to the ocean. Altering genetics is difficult and delicate and one mistake and their dear little detective could end up just like those poor unfortunate souls that were test subjects. Jade would never risk bringing her with them under the sea if he wasn't sure she'd make it.

"Okay~ Jade!" He said eagerly!

Now that Floyd was on board as well he would be more motivated and inclined to help, making it more easier for Jade as he wouldn't bother and complain so much about being on land longer.

. . .

She barely slept a wink after what had occurred. Every time she thought about her encounter with Jade she'd blush and bury her face into a pillow with frustration.

She tried before to get some of her work done before that, but that didn't work out too well as her mind drifted back to the same situation.

How close he was, the warmth of his breath against her ear, it was enough to make her brain stop functioning as if he were there again.

He seemed far more clingy than usual and she didn't know how to describe it other than strange. The notes from the alchemist were neat and precise and confirmed what Lilia and her examined on the bodies earlier in the day. But that wasn't the only thing that fell from the folded piece of paper. It was another small piece with neat cursive that matched the analytics on the other page.

'Would you like to spend your day off with me?'

Yet another reason she wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight.

. . .

After getting off from work she mentioned to her coworkers how Jade had offered her to spend her day off with him. Well they asked what she was gonna do with her day off since it was a rarity. First Cater asked her if she said yes to him yet. She said no and he understood from the get go that she was way too flustered to even respond to him. So he offered to go respond to him on her phone.

Rook congratulated her and went on a rant about love even though she tried to get through his head it wasn't a date. He asked what she would wear and she had no actual clue, in which Rook took that as an invitation to lend his aid and expertise.

He brought her to one of his friend's businesses. Cater said this place was highly recommended and that anyone whose anyone came to the place for a makeover. Specifically called Vil's beauty salon and boutique. She didn't understand how a person could have both but he seemed to be managing it fine. The said shop owner gave her one look and shook his head at her appearance.

His words were, "What a poor excuse for a girl to go on date with such a potato face such as that, it's shameful for not only you but the guy as well."

He had her try on clothes and by the end of it all, she felt different. Her head hurt from all the pulling around of her hair. She had put on enough clothes that she believed she was playing dress up. The outfit settled upon was different from her usual style and she had on makeup for the first time in her life.

Rook and Cater applauded Vil's work new appearance. The dectective had to admit that when she looked in the mirror she understood why Vil had such a reputation that Cater reccomended him highly.

She had to buy all of it of course and thanked Vil immensely for his efforts. There was actually a discount considering Rook brought her and she looked so 'pathetic'. He had a victoriously smug smile on his face and complimented his own efforts before waving the trio off. She thanked her two coworkers and bid them farewell, looking forward to the her first day off in a millennia.

When she met Jade the next day at his door he was plenty surprised by her appearance. He blushed with his eyes widened in astonishment at the change. Not to mention on the side of the manor Floyd could see just how beautiful she had dressed. It was going to be a long day especially with the heels she was wearing and trying her hardest to walk in.

. . .

The two friends went to Clover's bakery where Jade offered to pay for any sweets she wanted but it seemed they were terribly busy today and the line was a bit long not mention the place was packed inside so there weren't any tables to sit in.

Trey said it was nice to see her out and about for once not on dectective business for once. He said hello to Jade as they were all friends though she only knew Trey from Jade who introduced me. On rare occasions she would go to his bakery for something sweet. He handed them two cupcakes for free but also asked for a favor for him.

"Can you give deliever Riddle this tart please? His mother isn't home and he rarely ever gets anything sweet. I usually have Ace do it but-" He looks away for a moment.

"It's fine, Jade do you-"

"It's no trouble at all, we'd be happy to." He says with an enchanting smile on his face.

Trey handed over the box containing the tart to them and they made their way over to the clinic where Riddle resided.

On the way Jade and her conversed. She asked him why he agreed so quickly and he responded with his own unique answer.

"I know it's in your nature to help others. Yet another fond trait of yours."

It's more embarrassing hearing it for the first time and out loud no less. She could feel her face heat up again.

"Then there's when you turn into a cherry, one of my favorite traits." He said in a teasing tone with a smile toward her making the dectective flush even more and look away biting into her cupcake. To ignore the laughter emitting from her friend alongside her. Now this is the Jade she knows.

. . .

To be completely honest both of them enjoyed their time today with one another. They had delivered Riddle's tart which was almost a complete disaster.

Considering she asked Jade to be lookout in case his mother came back. Long story short she did arrive earlier than expected. After she and Riddle heard her voice outside the walls right near the entrance gate, the dectective told Riddle to go before she found him with the tart. Riddle was far more worried about her but the dectective told him she'd be fine.

By fine she meant ducking in the rose bushes for cover, there weren't any thorns surprisingly all been cut off. She waited for Riddle's mother to enter the house and had to scale the wall that was located next to an alleyway. Climbing up was the easy part but getting down was the hard part. She was wearing heels and that drop looked like she would possibly break a bone if she landed the wrong way.

She came to a decision to take a leap of fate and let her heels drop to the ground. One thought passed about Vil being pissed about her ruining them. She shook her head though and pushed herself off.

Before she could land someone else caught her. Looking up at her savior she saw the two colored eyes of Jade. Who smiled happily at making it on time.

"Ah look at that, my assumption was right. I thought you'd take this route out their place. It would've been such a shame if you were to get injured."

"Thank you Jade, can you put me down now please?"

"I don't think so I'd rather hold you like this until we get to the resturant for everyone to see." He playfully said watching her face heat up.

"Wha-? N -no I can walk on my own!"

"But you might have hurt something besides someone who can't get their words out is akin to a child so they must be coddled correct?" His teasing was endless today.

. . .

After leaving the Monstro Lounge a business run by one of Jade's friends, Azul Ashengrotto, the sun had already long set.

"Let me accompany you to your apartment, Y/n it's supposedly dangerous to be out after dark correct? Or you can just spend the night again?" He offered.

"I have to decline besides I've already used enough of your generosity I don't want to take it for granted. It's been such a great day thanks to you Jade, wish we could do these more often cept for the fact I have work tomorrow." She said in a relaxed tone.

Despite all the teasing she really did enjoy herself with the man. Having her heart beating loudly all day and having her brain short circuit was all too amusing to the man beside her, but out of everyone else even his own brother she made him feel strangely different. He couldn't explain the feeling itself, but he knew for a fact he'd never do all of this for someone he would use.

"You wish to spend more time with me? I can grant that you know." Jade had said that so simply and out of the blue but in a calm tone as well.

"There's no way you can do something like that but I appreciate the thought. It's fine though you've done enough already. I'd rather not burden you with a simple wish." She said with content.

Before he could respond to that statement fast footsteps hurried over to them both and made the pair turn around.

"I saw the killer it was Mr.Leech! He ran away from the scene!" His hair was a light green, eyes full of life and the loud tone of his voice was distinct.

"Sebek what do you mean you saw Jade kill someone he was with me the entire time!We just left the Monstro Lounge Azul saw us leave!" The dectective was defensive pertaining to justice being served, not to mention her friend was being accused and she had been with him the entirely of the day.

"No it was him I saw him Felmier was killed by him!"

"Felmier was killed?! You should've started with that! Take me to the body did you make sure he was dead?!"

. . .

Sebek had spread all about the town that Jade was the murderer even though the people who had seen us together throughout the day vouched. Trey, Riddle, Azul, Rook, and Cater even Vil had seen them together. Some actually took Sebek's words in and started to distrust Jade even so.

Vil and Rook two friends of Felmier had paid for the funeral costs as Epel's family was struggling. It was admirable to see the young man take on the vicious job as Vil's protégé. It really was a shame. Vil actually kept up a face and Rook though he looked upon the casket with blank like expression it was easy to tell he was out for blood. Jade did show up to pay his respects even though some glared at him and were suspicious.

Vil came up to dectecrive during the repass and told her to make that fool pay dearly. She would of course no argument there. Epel had been a good kid and may have been a bit brash but still good nonetheless. So was Ace.

And thus a good day ended on a sour note.

The dectective would have more sleepless nights. Lilia performed an autopsy on Epel's body with Vil standing by his side to make sure he didn't damage it. Even he was shocked to see more and more scales near his legs and gills that were more prominent.

These people were getting even more closer to there goal it seemed and she couldn't do a thing. She was so frustrated at that fact alone. Jade's analysis did help some though. Looking through shops though that sold what would be the components of the elixir nothing suspicious could be found in any of the people who had brought those items. Not to mention those who did didn't have all the items brought from another store, there was no reoccurring name in sales.

Speaking of Jade though she had begun to think back to Sebek. He wasn't the type to lie not on the name of the mysterious nobleman Malleus Draconia that he served would he ever embarrass himself to stain his name even slightly. That's what Lilia told her at least.

He said Jade had did the deed. But he was with her the entire time. Come to think Sam's description had also matched Jade's strange behavior before he gave her the analysis, but it didn't make sense. Jade was one person he couldn't be in two places at once!

Maybe someone was trying to frame him and to that extent she went to go question if he had any enemies of the sort. His response was that he didn't have any as far as he knew. That could have been a good lead.

With no others she sighed looking extremely worn out and Jade had a frown seeing her state. He insisted she stay the night and she denied saying she had to finish this case even more so now. He at least offered her a meal in which he put slipped some sleeping pills that made her fall asleep after eating.

Both pairs of two colored eyes gazed at her peaceful state not liking how she'd exhaust herself with so much work. Only for the sake of others and waste time and effort for people that isn't them. It was annoying to Floyd and agitated Jade more than he liked to admit. She did say she wanted to spend more time with them right?? If only she didn't have that stupid job. Even more a reason to push the date up to the next few days.

. . .

About a week and a half had passed and the dectective had no other leads still. It was killing her to say the least. All those unfortunate victims and those families and friends that mourned definitely weighed on her shoulders, guilt eating at her insides. Such a shame too within the end of the day she was at home taking an evening nap on her day off in which she didn't even go out today. Her phone buzzed waking her up from her slumber.

A text from Jade. It had been awhile since they last talked seeing as she fell asleep at his manor again even though she didn't intend to.

Rubbing her eyes she read the text from her bright phone screen.

'Meet me at the dock at 10 today.'

She wasn't as flustered as last time in fact she considered not going as this case took top priority. But this was Jade, her closest friend, and she hadn't taken much of a break as her nap was only 30 mintues probably the only amount of sleep she would get today if she was being honest with herself.

She reluctantly sighed and decided to get ready an hour before meeting him and walk there a bit early to have some time to her own thoughts. She thought about going to Vil's shop to buy another outfit but it would have been a waste if they were only meeting for a short time. Not to mention she didn't want Vil to come to the conclusion she was slacking off with Jade even though the bags around her eyes were very much proof.

As she sat at the edge of the dock admiring the stars the waves hitting the edge of the pier calmed her head. It was nice to say the least.

She wondered what Jade would have to talk about. She looked at her phone and saw it was 10:05, Jade being late was a surprise, hopefully if she waited a bit longer her worry would ease. That atmosphere could not have lasted any longer.

A slight wind blew and during that exact moment something pulled her under by her feet into the cold ocean waters below. She managed to hold her breath and open her eyes to see nothing but darkness even with the moon behind the clouds right about now only endless shadows were there.

She could barely hear but she could have sworn something swam by her. Arms touched her waist which almost made her scream for a moment though that was something suicidal. It touch the sides of her stomach and stayed there for a moment.

Even though she tried to struggle it was fruitless when the thing that held her tickled her sides making her open her mouth and succumb to breathing in water then choking soon after. That wasn't the only thing to occur since the next second lips were on hers and a fluid trickled down her throat along with the water that she was trying to swallow. The tongue of said thing dipped inside her mouth and would have made her gag if they hadn't pulled away.

She regretted it the moment they did cause she still could breath and with her mouth open she thought she would take her final breath. Both or what she assumes were two people backed off letting her go to meet her demise with her slowly closing her eyes. She didn't notice the glow of what transpired around her lower half of her body. She could finally take in some much needed breaths except her neck for some reason felt sore and she could no longer move her legs separately to try and swim up for air.

Looking down she saw the horrid image of a long tail with a fin on the end where her legs were supposed to be. The pain form her neck was from three newly formed slits on either side of her neck. Her fingers traced over them finding this whole situation unbelievable. When she finally came to her senses she found herself hearing voices as well.

"Shrimpy's still here! It worked, Jade!" A cheerful voice could be heard in the cold waters that surrounded her.

Something slimy wrapped about her new found lower half. Pulling her closer to be within someone's arms. They held her a bit too tight like all the air, water in her lungs could have been? Did she still even have those anymore she wondered? Even still the amount of pressure put on her by the creature hugging her was able to be felt.

He was laughing happily spinning around in circles with the former human female getting dizzy by the second.

"I can see that Floyd. How wonderful, but do take it down a notch she only was just turned after all." That voice was all too familiar. She couldn't help but say it aloud, but that couldn't be true.

"Jade?" Her voice was a whisper but of course he still heard it.

"Yes, my dear angelfish what is it?" He responded in an endearing tone that was calm despite the situation she was just put through.

She glanced toward the voice to see what appeared to be a creature similar to that of an eel by the tail. Her eyes trailed up to the sight of his face. It was him no doubt about it. The eyes were exact and so was the hair the only difference was the body and skin.

"Aw Shrimpy why'd you acknowledge him first? I'm here too." A voice whined in a more child like tone directly in her ear. It brought a shiver down her spine.

'Shrimpy?' That was unmistakably the nickname Jade gave her when he acted weird.

She turned toward his way and saw a sharp toothed grin on his face when she looked at him.

"Floyd you haven't even introduced yourself." Jade sounded like his normal self and this Floyd person was just the complete opposite of him.

"Oh right Shrimpy I'm Floyd, Jade's brother and your going to be with us in the sea from now on! Isn't that great? I can't wait to show you all my favorite places you'll love it!" He sounded so excited while dread built up in the mermaid.

"What do you mean stay here?! What have you done to me? Who, what even are you two?!" She said those words with malice laced into them having them both chuckle in response.

Jade had also wrapped his tail about her upper half restraining her further. He brought himself closer to her face, a smirk etched on to it.

"My, my, Y/n you did say you wanted to spend more time with me, isn't this what you wanted?" He tilted her chin up showing a sadistic smile on his face that only built up even more dread than what his brother had already.

"I didn't realize or expected anything like this and you know that! Why would you do this?! You! You-" She thought for a second processing all that had occurred the past couple of weeks.

"You killed them you gave them that exlixir that ended their lives. Every single one of them." This time it was the other brother's turn to speak.

"There's our little dectective she's so smart!~" Floyd just made her completely uncomfortable with how he would call her that nickname and whisper words in her ear.

"Why? Why would you do this?" She became defeated knowing turf like this was theirs and she stood no chance against them in the first place.

"Eh why? Is Shrimpy really that blind Jade?" Floyd mocked her with no remorse as tears streamed down the dectective's eyes at the thought of letting so many people down.

"Why? My dear angelfish haven't you noticed? We've become quite enamored with you. Hm no better word to put it is obsessed, at first it was just me but with Floyd's impatience I just had to get him in on understanding why we didn't go back home already. As for those people they were necessary for testing the elixir for this very moment. We couldn't have you dying on us afterall." He said with absolute calmness evoking rage within the mermaid.

She clenched her fists.

"So many were sacrificed, I should've died, instead." She murmured the last half but both the twin eels heard it.

There expressions turned dark and their tails gripped the female tighter startling her from her state of guilt.

"Eh, why would you say that Shrimpy, we can't have you leaving us. We finally got you all to ourselves and I haven't had much time with you, and yet you say you want to leave." Floyd's arms contracted her more than Jade's tail already, now she understood what it must have felt like for Trappola.

"He is right Y/n dear, we only want what's best for you and having you say that only makes our blood boil so please understand." Jade gripped her chin with a scary amount of strength. This was the first time he ever seemed so much more intimidating to her.

"Don't ever say something like that again am I clear?"

From that point on she was stuck between the twin eels who loved her so. She only wished she could have been able to listen to Sebek when he said the truth. Mr. Leech did do it just not the one she thought.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #floyd leech #jade leech #yandere floyd leech #yandere jade leech #yandere twst #yandere tweels

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The Addams Family at Home in the Dordogne I had no desire to track down Jean-Boy’s descendants when I moved from city to town to village, London to Lisbon to Zaragoza to Vienna to Paris and many stops between in search of useful archival documents and elusive local knowledge for my dissertation in 1992. I already had a feeling that the descendants were an odd bunch. I just didn’t know how odd.

After graduating in the summer of 1994, I spent the last of my financial aid funds on two months in SW France with my besties who’d moved from Canterbury to the Gers and within spitting distance of Lectoure two years earlier. They suggested we pack a nice picnic, drive up to the Dordogne, and visit, for five francs each, the chateau bought, renovated, and occupied by the present duc de Montebello. My friend Jill had already been, but she said, with a straight face, that it was worth a second visit.

And as we say here in the South, “Boy, howdy!”

If this pile of stones, circa 11th century for its squat tower and through the 16th century for the rest of its unprepossessing additions, is the best that Jean-Boy’s descendants could do—or chose to do—then I have to think the gene pool has been sadly corrupted, in quite a few ways. As an aside, Jean-Boy loathed the English, so two of his sons married average middle-class Englishwomen; unfortunately, that trend continued down the line for a while. He hated the Ancien régime aristocracy, and another descendant, probably in the third or fourth line of dukes, married into the duc de Broglie’s family. He was until the end anti-clerical, and the last couple of generations are rabidly conservative Catholics, and religious artifacts, drawings, and paintings abound. He also hated the Chouans/Vendéans, and I think one or two of those somehow crept into the mix by the end of the 19th century.

The tour of the family pile—and when I say “family” here, I refer to the last duke only because he bought the place in the 1960s—began outside in the gardens. I think they were indeed supposed to be gardens because I saw a couple of roses among the knee-high weeds and a couple of shaggy ornamental hedges. Our tour guide was—wait for it!—madame la duchesse de Montebello herself; she is from some stalwart Prussian princely family, which explains why she looked precisely like Aunt Lydia or the wife of some former well-fed Nazi official. She was responsible for showing visitors around the outside grounds and the weeds.

After about 30 minutes, she shooed us inside, where Woody Allen met us. The present duke is about 5’5”, with a wizened little face, rather elf-like, with a hairstyle resembling a 13th-century monk’s tonsure. He was wearing a cream-colored turtleneck sweater, a plaid jacket, and khaki pants held up by—I do not jest here—a piece of rope. A pair of blindingly white tennis shoes and some red wine stains down one leg of the khakis completed this bit of sartorial splendor. As he greeted us, M. le duc held a full glass of red wine and never let go of it for the next hour or so as the level steadily decreased.

The tour languished in the 11th-century tower for over twenty minutes as Woody expected us to admire each stone on the way up a spiraling and quite worn staircase. At the end, we entered a large room with the usual array of wooden ceiling trusses and beams and early Renaissance features holding up an otherwise unadorned ceiling. The walls were stone with a few distinctly threadbare tapestries hanging here and there. The most noticeable feature was a long refectory table, enough for two dozen guess at least, covered in no discernible order with stacks of porcelain plates, serving pieces, and cups from wildly different designs and historical periods. The display included battalions of knives, forks, and spoons, then glassware, lots and lots of glassware. I picked up a glass and looked for a hand-written price tag; the entire setting resembled items arrayed for sale in a large junk shop. The patina of dust lay everywhere, as did the evidence of mouse droppings and a few pigeons that had flown in from holes in the ceiling to leave their calling cards on the dining table and some of the plates.

The next room was a reception room, but it was impossible to tell what historical period it represented. Jumbles of chairs, stools, small tables, a baby carriage, porcelain dolls, bookcases, modern lamps leaning to port and starboard added to the garage sale atmosphere. The oil portraits on the walls featured a collection of Ancien régime folks—Woody spent ten minutes of the glories of the de Broglies—a portrait of Berthier—Woody seemed fond of him too—and various high-ranking clergy, primarily bishops and archbishops. And who did I not see on the walls? Yep, you guessed it.

The last room on the tour was a small study, crammed so full of nondescript stuff that we could scarcely move around without bumping into something. But at last, I saw Jean-Boy. A black-and-white drawing, and not a very good one, of him, LouLou, and the five little Montebello rugrats all looking so en famille I couldn’t help but snicker. By then, I’d had it with Woody and his bottomless glass of wine. I asked what he had that either belonged to Jean-Boy or somehow related to him. He shrugged, took another gulp, rummaged around in a desk, and produced, encased in plastic, an inscribed invitation to the coronation. That was it. I asked, rather sharply, where all the letters, documents, uniforms, and other possessions had gone. Woody shrugged. His response, accompanied by more wine, was that those things had all disappeared over time.

I almost slapped him.

And that, Dear Readers, is one of the driving reasons I intend to bring to light all the dirty linen I already have, as well as the rest we’re gathering as I type. No one else has bothered. Everyone else is happy with the “official version.” But I do hate to see such a marvelous Kardashian-style saga go to waste.

#Jean-Boy #Montebellos

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Sutures - Chapter Nine: Lost In Japan

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): chest pain, health problems, getting lost

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

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When you landed in Japan, your phone was already blowing up with notifications.

"Jang Sumi Seen With Min Yoongi's Bodyguard"

"Jang Sumi Joining BTS In Japan For Promotions"

The cameras already waited when you stepped into the airport. You were in the middle of the members, and instead of stopping for pictures like normal, bodyguards flanked in between the eight of you and the cameras.

You felt as Yoongi reached down and softly took your hand. You looked back at him with a confused look and he just shrugged.

"They all have their assumptions anyway," he said. "Just keep going. They'll try to get in our way, but just keep going. They won't bother you if you're with me."

You moved through the crowd with Yoongi's hand as your anchor. You heard the various fans gasping and screaming and the paparazzi asking questions and trying to provoke you and the members into a response, but before you knew it, you were in the back of a van and fastening your seatbelt. The satisfying click making you smile. You made it.

Yoongi was beside you. He still held your hand and you wondered if he noticed. His thumb rubbed lightly over your knuckles in a quick, sweeping motion. You didn't necessarily mind him holding your hand, it was just that there was no use for it now.

The van door shut as Jimin got in and plopped down beside you. A few seconds later, the van was moving.

"My phone blew up when we landed," you said. "Apparently, the bodyguard who helped me through the airport was your bodyguard?"

"Oh, yeah," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"What did you do then?"

"Eh, we had plenty of bodyguards," he said. "Since we were in a group, it was unnecessary to have mine."

"But, Yoongi, I know things have happened to you in airports before. You're an idol. You're a bigger risk."

"Sumi, I lent him to you and something still happened," Yoongi said, his thumb brushing over your knuckles again, but slower this time.

"You really don't have to worry about us, Sumi," Jimin said. His eyes were closed and you'd honestly thought he was asleep. "We have enough bodyguards and we have Jungkook." Jimin kicked the back of the youngest's seat, who sat in front of him.

You laughed and dropped the subject and instead gazed out the window at Tokyo. You'd only truly been to the city once when you were a kid, although you'd had many layovers in the Tokyo airport on your flight to and from the US.

---

"There's a problem with the hotel," Se-jin said, coming back out to the van. Most of the members were barely awake due to their busy schedules and how they'd gotten used to sleeping on most forms of transportation. "A fire sprinkler in Sumi's room burst and it flooded the whole room. The flooding is contained in her room due to the staff. Are you okay sharing a room, Sumi?"

You nodded. "Yeah," you said. "That's fine."

"All right, does anyone--"

"I will!" All of the members shouted at once. You were amazed that despite their perceived states of sleep, they all appeared to be awake and fully listening. You laughed.

"She'll stay with me," Yoongi said.

You turned to look at him surprised. "But, what about the rumors?"

"They know we're soulmates at this point. And, if you got caught staying with one of the other members, what do you think they would think?"

Your brow furrowed. They already thought you had cheated on Minki with Yoongi, but if the media began circulating that you were cheating on Yoongi, you could only imagine the backlash you would receive.

"Yeah, okay," you said. "I'll stay with Yoongi." Se-jin nodded and closed the van door as he went back into the hotel to finish checking in.

"We've rented out the whole floor, so there should be no way anyone will find out," Yoongi said, giving you a small smile.

"Then, why couldn't I stay with one of the other boys?" you asked, your lips curving into a smirk.

Yoongi's ears turned red and he looked between you and the other members who watched in loving amusement.

"Just in case."

---

By the time you all got checked in and everything unloaded, the sun was beginning to set. You saw no point in unpacking your suitcase completely when you were only staying for four days. However, you unpacked your toiletries and headed to the bathroom.

"Do you need to shower--?" you ask, but the words are left in the air as you notice Yoongi dropping the extra pillows and blankets from the closet onto the couch. "What are you doing?"

"Setting up my bed." He smoothed out the blankets and placed the pillow on one end of the couch.

"You don't have to sleep on the couch. I trust you. It's not like we haven't shared a bed before."

"It's not that," Yoongi said. "I don't trust the urges. We've only had one, but I'm afraid if we lay together in bed. It would just trigger something."

You nodded. "You're right. But, I'll sleep on the couch. This is your room."

Yoongi shrugged and shook his head before falling back onto the couch and crossing his hands over his stomach. "Go take your shower."

You sighed and went into the bathroom and took the shower you'd been long awaiting. Despite the coffee having been spilled on you hours before and changing into Yoongi's shirt, you could still feel the sticky cream-filled coffee on your skin. You undressed and folded Yoongi's shirt and placed it on the counter so that it wouldn't get wet and continued to undress. Only when you had finished did you realize that you'd forgotten to bring your pajamas with you.

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"Yoongi?" you asked, peeking your head out the bathroom. "Are you awake?"

Yoongi chose not to respond as you emerged from the bathroom in one of the hotel's white bathrobes. He didn't respond because he wanted you to strip in front of him, but rather, he was hoping to be asleep within a few minutes anyway.

As he heard you shuffle back towards the bed, he heard a small scuffle and you curse under your breath. He opened his eyes to see you standing by the bed as nothing happened. You unfastened the robe and allowed it to fall.

Yoongi only caught a glance of your bare back before he shut his eyes again, although he felt a stirring in his stomach. He could only curse in his head as he attempted to focus on anything else. He didn't catch a glimpse of anything super sexual, but it didn't matter. Yoongi hoped this wouldn't lead to another urge. While he wanted nothing more than to pull you into him and kiss you up and down your body, he knew he couldn't for the sake of severing the soulmate bond.

There were a few seconds of silence. He figured you'd finished getting dressed, but the light was still on and he hadn't heard you climb into the bed. He opened his eyes only to be met with a pillow to the face.

"I knew you weren't asleep!" you said, holding the pillow above your head to bring back down upon him. Yoongi acted quickly and sat up and grabbed the pillow and tossed it to the side.

You were dumbfounded for a second until you heard Yoongi laugh. "What was your plan exactly?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. I just wanted to prove you were being a creep." You wiggled your eyebrows as a smirk came over your face.

"Hey! I didn't see anything. I kept my eyes closed."

"Mmm," you said. "I don't believe you."

Before Yoongi could respond, a silence came over the two of you as you both simultaneously realized that you were straddling his lap and you could feel him pressing into you.

"Sorry," he whispered as you climbed off of him.

You shook your head. "No, it's okay. You didn't mean to. Let's, uh, let's go to bed."

"Wait, Sumi, what are your plans for tomorrow?"

"I just plan on going out and exploring a bit. I've never got to explore the city. Probably do some shopping, visit temples." Your eyes narrowed in curiosity. "Why?"

"I'll be working," he said. "Just make sure to get back here before me so we don't risk anything. I'm supposed to be done with the fan sign at five."

You nodded. "You don't think being away from each other in general will cause anything?"

It was only then that Yoongi realized that you hadn't been away from each other for nearly two weeks. While you might not be physically together, you were always within the same building or space. "I think it's been enough time."

You nodded as you climbed under the covers of the bed and reached over to turn off the bedside lamp. Even in the dark, Yoongi could make out as you pulled the covers up to your chin and turned on your side. It made him smile.

"Goodnight, Yoongi."

"Goodnight."

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Your knees ached by midday, but your day alone in the city had been one of the best you'd had in years. You hadn't been truly alone for what felt like months. Sure, you slept alone and you could easily duck in the bathroom for five minutes of peace, but this was freedom you didn't think you'd have after the whole soulmate thing happened.

Yoongi was gone when you'd woke up that morning, the blanket tossed to one side of the couch. Not neat, but not exactly messy. It was odd, not feeling the aching in his chest when he was gone. You knew there were exceptions for when you were obligated to be apart, but since Yoongi worked so much, maybe it wouldn't be so horrible.

Your mind had still wandered to Yoongi throughout the day. Occasionally, you'd see a BTS ad campaign or someone wearing merch, but what really caught your attention was a small Kumamon figure. It was clearly meant to act as a paperweight or just to decorate a desk. You'd noticed that Yoongi seemed to like the character and after a quick Google search, it was confirmed. You bought the figure and tossed it into your purse.

With shopping bags in your hands and your camera in your hand, you managed to use your one free hand to pull out enough money to buy a taiyaki. You thanked the woman who handed it to you in your best rudimental Japanese.

You were a few blocks away and halfway through your taiyaki when you thought to check the time. You nearly dropped the sweet bun when you realized it was 4:50 pm. Yoongi was due to be done in ten minutes and you were at least a half hour walk from the hotel--if not more.

You rush out to the side of the road and attempt to hail a taxi. The first few passed you, but eventually one stopped and you frantically told the driver the name of the hotel.

Within five minutes, the driver only managed to get a few blocks because of rush hour traffic. With nowhere to go, you were stranded. You'd gone the whole day without making a scene or being recognized (although maybe because you wore a baseball cap and mask), despite your face on the cover of magazine articles everywhere. And, you were afraid that you were going to have to end up on more of them to get out of this.

You waited another five minutes before handing the driver a wad of cash that was definitely too much and apologizing as you got out of the cab. Carrying your bags and purse on your arm, you ran across the stopped lanes of traffic and tried to ignore the car horns and confused shouts. You checked the time. 5:01 pm. You ran and pulled up the GPS on your phone and entered the hotel address.

Your vision blurred and you felt a small pull in your chest. It was warning you.

---

Something felt off as the van pulled up to the back door of the hotel. His palms begin to sweat and his heart beat against his chest as if he were sprinting. The door to the van opened and Yoongi didn't even remember it stopping or the rest of the members climbing out.

"Yoongi?" one of the members called.

Yoongi managed to his feet and out of the van but nearly collapsed against Jin, who grabbed him by the shoulder to stabilize him. He doesn't get far before he collapses against the wall of the hotel, his neck lulling back.

"Yoongi, what's wrong?"

"Sumi...she must not be back yet..."

Yoongi hears some talking and shuffling, but barely understands anything as two of the boys lift him up and inside the hotel.

"They're going to look for her, Yoongi. It will be okay."

---

You'd made it a few more blocks, although you could barely tell. You were running, even though your vision was so blurred you could barely see. You used the buildings on the side as your guide and hoped you wouldn't bump into anyone.

Your heart was beating out of your chest and you honestly couldn't tell if it was because of the running or that Yoongi was back at the hotel. You felt lightheaded and even with your headphones in you could barely hear the directions your GPS was telling you.

The edges of your vision begin going black and you feel your knees hit the pavement. This was it. You hoped a passerby would stop and at least call an ambulance.

"Sumi!" someone a short distance away shouted.

You couldn't make out their faces, but you could see figures running through the crowd towards you. As you slumped against the nearest wall, you felt yourself being scooped up.

"Sumi, Sumi, it's okay. We're not too far away. Come on, stay awake."

You recognized Jungkook's face and allowed your face to fall against his T-shirt. It felt warm, but as you neared the hotel, your senses clearing a tiny bit, you realized it was a little too warm. You remembered back to the day before when you'd accidentally burned Tae's hand.

"I-I'm sorry," you said. "It doesn't hurt does it?"

"It was just the T-shirt. Don't worry about it, Sumi."

His voice is soft and you can barely hear him over the commotion you're approaching. You can already hear the slew of photographers who are inside the lobby of the hotel and outside on the sidewalk. They haven't seemed to notice you yet, as their camera flashes and yells are aimed elsewhere.

"Jungkook! Jimin!" Se-jin called from the alleyway where he held open a service door normally only used for employees. While your vision had cleared, you still felt out of breath and your heart still convulsed in your chest.

Jungkook ran towards the door and immediately into a service elevator. He didn't drop you back on your feet like you had expected him to. His arms were slung under your knees and around your shoulders. You wondered why you weren't burning his arms. Maybe because he wasn't touching your skin? Maybe the soulmate curse somehow recognized that he was helping you get closer to Yoongi? Whatever it was, you were thankful that beyond burning a small black hole in his T-shirt, you hadn't hurt him.

The elevator dinged and Jungkook rushed you into your hotel room. Yoongi was already on the bed, a cloth on his forehead. He was sweaty, his shirt pulled up, exposing his stomach and his hair pushed back.

Jungkook plopped you down on the bed beside Yoongi. Your breath evened out and your muscles relaxed, but the dull ache in your chest remained.

"Do you guys need anything?"

"Just some water."

Jungkook went to the sink and filled a glass with water and set it on the bedside table beside you. "Just text or call one of us if you need anything."

You nodded and Jungkook left the room. As soon as the door shut, Yoongi's arms around you and your face in his chest. His lips came to your forehead and you released a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding.

"I lost track of time," you said. "I tried to take a taxi, but it was rush hour."

"It's okay. It's not your fault. It was harder than we thought it would be."

"Do you think we'll ever break it?" you asked. "If this was so difficult, if we can't even be apart due to a simple mistake, even if we were in love, how would we fix this?"

"I don't know. But, you should get some sleep."

"You too."

You rested your head on Yoongi's shoulder, his arm slung around you comfortably, fitting perfectly against your waist and in the swell of your hips. It was the only place your body would allow you to be, but even if it was just the soulmate curse, even if you didn't love Yoongi, you knew there was no other place you wanted to be than his arms.

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You fell asleep long before Yoongi did. Your small breaths tickling the skin on his neck and you were so still in his arms, only the way your chest moved slowly up and down indicated that you were still alive.

He'd never tell you, but he loved the way you looked when you slept. You scrunched your face up like a fussy baby and sometimes you'd make small moans in reactions to whatever happened in your dreams.

It was nearly 1 am and Yoongi couldn't sleep. There were still pangs in his chest, but he wasn't sure if it was due to the earlier ordeal, or something else. He looked down at your sleeping form and carefully tucked stray hairs behind your ear. The ends of your hair were still a little damp with sweat, but he didn't care.

You smiled at his touch and burrowed deeper into him. So deep, in fact, Yoongi wasn't sure you'd ever come out.

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Secret States Chapter 1

A Normal Beginning

America's POV I rubbed my eyes as I began waking up. I had finally gotten enough free time, without my insomnia keeping me up, so I was able to get an hour of sleep. That's not a lot, but way more than I normally gets.

"I can't believe I actually slept." I muttered to myself as I pulled myself out of bed, holding my chest where pains remained due to COVID and the capital riot. I looked around my room, which was pretty empty. I had a desk that was covered in paperwork, along with my laptop. Next to it was a printer. The desk and printer sat between two bookshelves, which were filled with books, non-fiction and fiction alike.

There was a couch next to the bookshelves, underneath a window that looked outside.My bed was opposite of my desk. It was plain, with blue covers and red sheets. I had a bedside table with a lamp, and a picture of me with my kids.

Unlike what most other countries thought of him, I could be and was mature. I love my kids, all sixty-two of them. My states and territories, along with DC, NASA, NATO, Liberia, Palau, Marshall Islands and Micronesia. I even considered Philippines and Cuba to be family, even though I wasn't sure they, especially Cuba, returned those feelings. I would tell them, but I didn't want to make things awkward between us.

I got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing my Stars and Stripes, along with my black eyes. My black eyes were very odd. No other country had them, only the organizations, although I wasn't technically a country myself. The United States of America was called the Union for a reason.

I didn't always have my black eyes though. They looked like any other country's eyes until the large waves of immigrants that changed America from having one culture, to having so many, I can't claim a nationwide culture.

Even though both my father, the United Kingdom and the Soviet Union are also technically unions as well, they didn't have the black eyes I do, which lead me to believe black eyes were a sign of having no or many cultures, as opposed to a main one.

This theory was only further cemented when New York developed black eyes as well. Although, he was pretty sure Soviet had one black eye, which was the reason for his eyepatch.

I got myself ready for another day of mind numbingly boring meetings with the rest of the world. I hated how other countries always liked blaming me for things or just making fun of me. I know my country had done horrible things and I hate myself for being unable to stop the government from doing them, but the other countries didn't need to bring it up.

At least my family stood up for me, along with my friends, like Germany and Japan, although how Japan could be friends with me after what I did to her mother was a question I could never find the answer to.

I shook the pessimistic thoughts out of my head, muttering "No pienses así América. Estas tratando de compesarlo. Deja de culparte cuando las cosas van mal." (Don't think that way America. You're trying to make up for it. Stop blaming yourself when things go wrong.)

I opened the door to my room, before almost being barreled down by American Samoa and Hawaii. American Samoa and Hawaii were dressed very similarly, with t-shirts and shorts, although Hawaii wore a lei. Hawaii's flag had a Union Jack in the upper left hand corner, with blue, red and white stripes. American Samoa's flag was dark blue, with a white triangle that had a red outline coming from the right corners. In the triangle was a bald eagle holding a war club and a fly whisk.

"Faʻamalie Tama. O aʻu ma Hawaii sa na o le taumafai lava e faʻatumu le isi vaega o atumotu o le Pasefika e faʻamalosi ai atumotu Caribbean." (Sorry Dad. Me and Hawaii were just trying to get the rest of the Pacific islands to prank the Caribbean islands.) American Samoa said. Due to not having an official language, I was able to understand and speak all languages spoken within my borders. This wasn't a small amount, with approximately 350 languages spoken in the US. I loved this however, as it allowed my children, especially my adopted ones to speak their first language, or just whatever one they preferred.

"Mai hopohopo makuakāne, e hōʻoia wau ʻaʻole e ʻeha kekahi!" (Don't worry father, i'll make sure no one gets hurt!) Hawaii stated as she grabbed American Samoa by the arm pulling her brother towards Guam and the Northern Mariana Islands room. I smiled at my kid's antics as he walked towards the stairs. As I walked downstairs I bumped into another person, causing them to drop their papers.

"Sorry D." I said as I helped the district gather up her papers. The District of Columbia, or Washington DC, was wearing a pencil skirt with a button up dress shirt. Her flag was white, with two red lines though the center and three red stars at the top.

"It's okay Dad." She responded, smiling, "I'm glad you finally got some sleep though. You know I can help you if you get overwhelmed. I am the capital after all."

"You do enough as it is. You're also up early. Are you heading to the capitol building to try and convince Congress to grant you statehood?" I questioned, handing DC back her papers which consisted of plans on how they could redraw the capital to allow for Washington DC to become a state.

"Yeah. I'm upset that Trump prevented it from happening, but hopefully with a new president I can get closer to achieving statehood. I'm going to head out now. Vermont's making breakfast. Love you Dad, goodbye!" DC said as she walked out the front door.

"Love you too" I responded before sticking my head in the kitchen.

"Bonjour Vermont" I said as I looked at the nation-turned state. Vermont was wearing a green and blue plaid shirt along with jeans and worn out boots. His flag was blue with a coat of arms in it, the central image being a pine tree.

"Bonjour Papa" Vermont said as he took another couple of pancakes off the griddle. "Je prépare des crêpes pour tout le monde, alors ne vous inquiétez pas pour la cuisine. C'est une journée de repos pour vous." (I'm making pancakes for everyone, so don't worry about cooking. It is a rest day for you.).

"Merci Vermont." I said as I walked into the dining room, being met with the faces of NATO, New York and Delaware.

"Hey guys. Did you get any sleep York?" I asked them as I sat down.

"Like your one to talk Dad. And I did." New York said as he sipped a pot of coffee. New York was wearing a suit and had a blue flag with his coat of arms on it.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure York gets some sleep before he collapses." Delaware said. Delaware was dressed in a shirt and jeans. His flag was a colonial blue, with a yellow sideways triangle with his coat of arms on it. The flag also showed the date he ratified the Constitution, December 7, 1787.

"I was founded by twelve countries, why's this the family that I have to be a part of?" NATO asked. NATO was wearing a suit, as he also had to participate in meetings with other countries. His flag was blue with a compass rose, with four lines coming out of the four cardinal directions.

"Really?"

"Come on NATO, you know you love us."

I laughed at my kids' protests to NATO's comment as Vermont came out with the pancakes.

"Foods ready. Where's everyone else?" Vermont asked and he put a plates of pancakes on the table.

"Sleeping." Delaware said.

"Del, we're Americans, we don't sleep for this long." Vermont said, crossing his arms.

"The South are messing around in the backyard, but surprisingly, the West is still asleep. I think the Midwest is doing something with the crops. The four corners are doing something. NASA on the phone with Navajo talking about names for that Mars mission he has." NATO said as he began to eat his pancakes.

"How do you know what everyone's doing?" New York asked.

"I don't. I have no idea what the territories, Mid-Atlantic's, Hawaii or Alaska are doing." NATO responded.

"Sam and Hawaii are trying to convince the Pacific islands to help them prank the Caribbean islands." I said, thinking back to the conversation I had with the two islands earlier that morning.

"Are the former territories going to be involved?" Delaware asked.

"That I don't know. I'll let you know if any of them tell me something about it" I said. As I said that, an alarm on my phone went off.

"Time to go?" NATO asked.

"Yep. Del, you and the Thirteen are in charge, along with Vermont. Alaska has been having nightmares again, so help him with that if you need to." I said as I got up from the table.

"Got it." New York said as he took another large sip of his coffee.

"Á bientôt!" (See you soon) Vermont said.

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Canada's POV (BTW, I am not describing the flags of any countries that are well known, only the states because they aren't as well known) I sat down next to my brother Australia as I walked into the meeting room.

"Hey, have you seen Ame recently?" I asked Australia.

"No, but 2020 was crazy for everyone, he's probably just dealing with COVID stuff. UN did cancel all in-person meetings in 2020 because of COVID. Thank god for the vaccine." Australia said, rubbing a hand on a burn scar.

"Mes fils!" (My sons!) I heard my mother announce from behind me. I looked over to see my father, UK; my younger brother, New Zealand; my uncle, Ireland; and my mother, France.

"Bonjour Maman. Comment ça va?" (Hello Mom. How are you?) I said. Maman smiled.

"Très bien. Avez-vous vu Ame?" (Very good. Have you seen Ame?) She asked.

"Non." Canada replied.

"What are you talking about? I heard Ame's name, but I don't know French." New Zealand cut in.

"Sorry Kiwi." Maman said.

"I heard my name. Are we talking about me?" I heard America's voice from behind me.

"Ame!" Australia said. I turned around to see my brother, who had his hands in his pockets. He had his sunglasses on and had a slight smile on his face.

"Hello America." Père said.

"What up Pops? How's everyone been?" America asked, sitting down next to Australia.

"COVID's been tough. I'm glad for the vaccine though." Père answered as he and Maman sat down.

"Thank god for the vaccine is definitely on everyone's mind." Maman said. UN then walked into the room followed by NATO, ASEAN, EU and AU.

"Hello everyone. I am hoping to continue our meetings for now, but if there are any complications involving COVID we will head back to online meetings." UN stated. "We will begin with the countries most affected by COVID. First up will be the United States of America, followed by the Federative Republic of Brazil and the Republic of India."

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The meeting was incredibly boring, just everyone talking about their cases and vaccinations, the same thing we've been doing since COVID started. After the meeting, I walked out with my family as they discussed random topics.

"Man I wish Uncle Scotland, Uncle England, Uncle Wales and Uncle North could attend these meetings. Then we could really have a family reunion." New Zealand said.

"Your Uncles would make a mess out of the meeting. Nothing would get done." Père stated.

"So we should definitely let them come. It would make it more fun!" America said.

"Yeah Britain, let our brothers come. They would definitely add spice to the boring meetings." Uncle Ireland said, draping an arm around Père's shoulders. America and Uncle Ireland always loved joking around trying to get a rise out of Père. I think it stems from their independence, but they are still close regardless.

"We should try and get together, we are vaccinated and we can wear masks if anyone gets truly worried about it." Australia suggested.

"Let's. I need to see someone other than myself. Maybe tomorrow?" I asked. Everyone gave nods of agreement, aside from America.

"America?" Maman asked, questioning his lack of a decision. America bit his lip.

"I'll have to check, but I'm pretty sure I'll be able to." He said, but still seemed conflicted. I was worried about my brother. He had a lot of COVID cases and seemed to be a lot more tired than usual. But if something bad was happening, surely America would tell someone.

"America, can I speak to you alone?" A voice behind us asked. I turned around to see a country with a flag very similar to America's, but instead of the fifty stars there was one big one.

"Sure thing Liberia. I'll be right back, guys" America said, walking over to Liberia.

"I didn't know Liberia and America were friends." Père commented.

"Ame's friends with everyone." Australia said. He then paused and continued, "Well not with North Korea or Iran or Russia-Okay maybe he's not friends with everyone, but he has a lot of friends."

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·41/45· Intoxicated - Prompt Game -

Title : Intoxicated Pairing : Park Jinyoung x Fem!reader Genre : Angst, Fluff, romance Words : 2060 Summary : Breaking up with Jinyoung was already complicated, yet he came, drunk and desperate, at 4 in the morning. Prompts : N° 41 : “Do you remember our first kiss?” N° 45 : “I don’t want you to stop.”

Prompt Game - Masterlist -

Intoxicated

Your sofa is not comfortable. You never noticed how hard it feels against your back as you try to find a better position while watching questionable videos at 4 in the morning.

It doesn’t matter, rest is for people who can turn shut their brain off. You can’t. It’s been a month. A whole thirty-one days of going back to a life made of instant noodles and drooling on your favourite fluffy pillow.

Today is Friday and after numerous rejections, your friends gave up and stopped forcing you to join them into some fancy bar. It doesn’t feel right to be partying like this, especially when you feel like rolling yourself into your blanket like a burrito.

Which is already done.

It’s not like you’re depressed; you’re the one who broke up with your boyfriend because of event you were not sure you could get out of.

Jinyoung is a man of high standards. He was raised in a wealthy family where everyone has their own role and future traced from the crib. He followed his parents’ choices without rebelling once.

Except one time, two months ago.

You had been dating for almost a year when his parents found him a spouse. She was the daughter of a man everyone wanted on their side and his family couldn’t say no when the promise of a profitable alliance appeared in their household.

Only then you saw how unflappable Jinyoung could be. He would reject day after day, not bothered when his parents used the word disown as a weapon. Jinyoung didn’t even flinch and was ready to pack and move in with you.

Poor boy would hate spending all his evenings on your sofa.

It became too big for you to handle. There was nothing you could do except break up with him so before he could run away from his luxury you left, lying about not loving him, using the word mistake like it meant nothing.

Jinyoung had told you though. Trust me, he always said.

There was nothing to trust. Jinyoung would have never been able to find another job if these two companies were to team against him. It is true that he is a simple man, but you couldn’t live with the idea of being what destroyed his life.

So you walked away, isolating yourself and ruining your health at work. It’s been a month and you feel as empty, the feeling of being the one responsible for your own misery distilling hate into your whole existence.

There is no turning back now. Jinyoung must get married and become what he is destined to be.

You’re clicking on this documentary about salmon trout and their reproduction cycle when heavy knocking on your door startles you.

Your neighbours are probably going to complain about non-existent noises because that’s what they do.

You check your pyjamas - shrugging when you notice a stain a ketchup from your precious fries session.

But it’s not the old neighbour you find behind the door.

“You opened the door…” Jinyoung’s smug smile makes you take a step back. He is leaning against the doorway, head restless. “I thought you wouldn’t…”

“What are you doing here? Why are you drunk?” You inquire before checking the hall.

Jinyoung laughs, his head raising in evident distress. “I am not drunk! Come on!” His voice dies when you pull on his arm to force him inside.

Damn him for showing up completely drunk.

“Oh so I can come in” Jinyoung mumbles, letting his plastic bag fall on the floor with a loud thud before attempting to untie his shoes.

“It’s just until you sober up.” You scold, blaming your soft side for giving in so quickly. You didn’t have a choice; your building is filled with people who abuse the police’s phone number daily.

Jinyoung snorts, grabbing his bag again and aiming for your sofa where he lets himself fall. “I brought wine. You love wine.” His voice becomes sad as unwraps the bottle.

You sigh, reaching his side and taking the bottle. “Thank you. Now rest and leave when you feel better. You know where everything is.”

It’s too much work. Dealing with a drunk Jinyoung is usually funny; he becomes a mess of clumsy and cute and oh god he becomes so luscious as soon as music starts.

“I didn’t come all the way here to sleep on a sofa!” He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Why did you come then?” You turn around to put the bottle on the dining table before gasping. “Holy shit Jinyoung, this is a Domaine de la Romanée Conti! Take it with you, it’s expensive!”

Jinyoung snickers, his lazy hand brushing your words off. “Do I look like I care about this…”

“Listen,” You walk back to the sofa, stopping when Jinyoung leans over his knees to bury his head into his hands. “I’ll put the bottle back into the bag. Rest for now and you can leave whenever you want. “

“How is it so easy for you?” His question breaks you out of your monologue. “How is it so easy to speak like this?”

“Jinyoung, I don’t think it’s a good-”

“A good idea?” He asks, raising his head and revealing moist eyes. “All of this was a very bad idea, right? Because it was a mistake?” His head seems clearer suddenly. “Do you even think I believed you for one second?”

You raise a hand and shake your head. “No Jinyoung. You won’t make me say what you want to hear. You’re drunk, stop this.”

“Of course I am drunk!” He speaks louder, annoyance tainting his vocal cords. “I am wasted because it’s all I can do! Breaking news: not everyone is as heartless as you.”

It stings. No matter how this is what you wanted, hearing his pain can only make you regret.

“It’s better this way. Look around you! How would you have lived? Jobless? Disowned?” He doesn’t understand. Life is not a soap opera; love is not always the answer to everything.

“I told you to trust me! I told you I would sort this out! You didn’t listen, you freaked out and left, even though I told you to stay with me, no matter how I begged! How cruel is that?” Jinyoung gets up, ignoring his spinning head and contracting stomach. Rage is blurring his vision and the memories haunting.

You don’t know what to answer. As much as you want to think you are right, it is cruel. Jinyoung didn’t go against his parents to get dumped.

“I don’t know what to say...all I did was for your happiness. You can’t risk everything for me.” You explain, eyes now equally watery.

Jinyoung nods, eyes closing painfully. He goes to the windows; the place he loves the most in your whole flat. “Do you remember our first kiss?” he asks, not even turning around. “It was right here.”

You smile, that night still printed into your brain. Jinyoung confessed a day after you both met.

His smile was wide and hopeful that day; nothing seemed to stop him as he explained his attraction to you and how he loved the way you dismissed him when he showed up at your desk and explained he had to see your boss for and important matter.

He had left his number on his way back with a wink while your boss yelled at you for not letting the son of an important business man see him.

Stupid, you thought, as you still dialled his number to complain.

He asked you out and a day later you were kissing, his hands on your hips and yours in his hair.

Now he looks pitiful, abandoned and disturbed.

“I remember.”

He finally turns around, his last attempt at making you come back to him hanging on his lips.

“I made it clear that no one else but you are going to be in my heart.” He raises said hand, a single tear falling on his cheeks and he must be pretty drunk to openly cry like that in front of you. “Did you really think I was going to get married to someone else but you? This is ridiculous, you don’t marry people you don’t love.” he walks away, pacing weirdly and even bumping into your lamp.

“What have you been telling your parents?” Jinyoung is stubborn, you don’t know why but he cannot let things go. “What are you going to do if they ever-”

“If they can’t understand something as simple as their only son’s well-being, there is nothing I can do.” Jinyoung concludes, looking hurt both because of your rejection and his parents’ inability to let him do what he wants. “I will not stay around people who want me miserable, but I can stick to those who make me feel loved and understood.”

“I’m sure it can’t be that bad to get married to a rich and pretty girl.”

Jinyoung stops walking, looking dumbfounded. “Do you even hear yourself? It can’t be that bad?”

“I mean, your career is your future. Your family is important, too! What is so special about me that you’re willing to risk everything even after I broke up with you?!” You yell, hating both yourself and him for being in such a situation.

“I don’t know, you tell me. Why are you wearing stained pyjamas on a Friday night while watching stupid videos? Why aren’t you enjoying your single life as you should?” Jinyoung hits jackpot as easy as he used to. He knows you; you’re not the type of person who watches questionable videos, anyways.

“I was tired.” Is all you say, your drained face giving away your current mind-set.

“Please,” Jinyoung rubs his forehead, completely done with your behaviour. “You’re not happy. You think you made the right decision but you didn’t. You’re fooling yourself and trying to be an altruist by ‘saving my life’ yet you’re stomping on me again and again. So what if I have to work shitty jobs and sleep here? Are you scared that you might not take advantage of my bank account? Is me being poor so bad that you want me out of your life?”

It triggers you, it triggers you so much that you start crying. “Stop!” You shake your head, your heart clenching. “I’m warning you, never imply, ever again, that I was after your money.” you want to sound threatening but you must look ridiculous. “Do you think it’s easy for me? Do you think I can spit venom and feel nothing? I didn’t want you to suffer because of me, I want you to be happy and live the life you should be living. I’m literally forcing myself to stop loving you, Jinyoung.”

“You don’t understand, I don’t want you to stop.” Jinyoung breathes, his feet aiming for your trembling figure. His tone softens when he sees you crying. He doesn’t think he will ever be able to handle such a view. “What I’m trying to say is that no matter the amount of wealth and the number of connections, you make me happy and you’re the life I should be living. If you take that away from me, I’m done for.”

You sob harder, his words buzzing and more comforting than ever.

He brushes your arm silently, his head dipping to take a good look at your bloodshot eyes. “Can you please stop trying to take all the decisions and believe me? It’s been a month and now I need you to come back to me.”

He doesn’t give you a choice; but you don’t need to ponder.

“Are you really not going to regret this?” You try one last time, your eyes searching for his but his drunk face shows no concern, no sign of doubt, no hint of hesitation.

“All I’m regretting is that I didn’t come sooner.” He concludes, his arms spreading to signal he needs a hug.

You carefully envelop him, his scent hinting he has been drinking a lot of liquor. “Promise me you’ll try to convince your parents some more.”

You hear him chuckle, his arms rubbing your back. “I promise.”

“I actually missed you a lot.”

Jinyoung can only inhale, his arms tightening and head finding shelter in the crook of your neck.

“Welcome back, baby.”

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Haunted Painting!AU: Day 4

(Oh? I make Diavolo have empathy? I make Diavolo have empathy like the doggo? Oh! Oh! Jail for author! Jail for author for one thousand years!

Also, (artist almost dies rip))

"First, you have to find five treasures." Diavolo explained. "You know what these treasures are."

"...Vanitas, right?" You ask. "I read up on those-"

Your phone buzzes. You know your devilish muse doesn't mind you looking at your phone at this point.

[Owner][Day 4]

'Vanita paintings are a style of still life paintings that represent the emptiness of life. These motifs may seem mundane, but can mean something profound. Many of these motifs have many interpretations, but I have a few examples.'

'A musical instrument (i.e. trumpet) means transience of life.'

'A candle or lamp represents life's fleeting length.'

'A book or scroll means the futility of earthly knowledge.'

'A crown or jewel means vanity of wealth.'

'Lastly, a skull may mean mortality or death.'

'Ah... I'm a fra id I am to o la te, m y sp iri t is at ex ha u st ed. He ru le s ov er de a th as the re ap er hi ms e lf, an d no ne ca n be st hi m at hi s ga me.'

'I wi ll at th e le as t gi ve hi m a pl ac e in my ga ll er y af t er a ll th is. An ar t is t sh ou ld fi nd h im th er e.'

'Ye s, my bo y. I ha ve a ni ce, da rk ro om f or yo u.'

[Landlord][Day 1]

'I don't know what possessed me. I took it.'

'I ended up here, in this familiar studio. Where I found this painting. I'm in a nightmare.'

'So why did I take it? Will I see my family again? He whispers to me, perhaps confusing me for the woman who's studio I plundered the painting from. Please, lord. Forgive me. I wish I had paid mind to my art lessons.'

You put your phone away and set to work. You go back to your room to sketch the lamp, but decided to take it with you as well when you finished. "It might come in handy." You muse, exiting the room.

You sketched a crown hidden in the vines, the trumpet held by a cherub, and a skull on a shelf in the studio. You notice a person shaped stain below the easel, but broke focus away to go through a door.

The room is dark, and you can't see. "Wait, my soul lights up when I paint, right?" You ask yourself. "Then I can use that to light the lamp." Gathering your soul onto the brush, you light the lamp. You feel a little weak and your chest hurts a little, but you can see better. There's a diary in the fireplace, and you sketch it before picking it up.

...There's a missing spot there? You set your dimming lamp to see frames of almost similar paintings, with a empty space between them.

You phone buzzes...

No matter how many I paint, nothing compares to him, nothing is his equal.

My time is running thin, please paint him before my time runs out.

You rush out before the light fades, the door slamming shut behind you. "I...I found all five." You say, turning to face Diavolo.

"...your face looks pale." He states. "What happened in that-"

"It's-" You sigh as you cut him off, looking down. "It's not really important right now." When you look up again, the canvas showed his feet.

"Put everything you gathered on the bed." He says, that worried tone still in his voice. "I'll let you choose the colors this time."

You raise the paintbrush, your soul alighting it...

Somehow, you felt an ache in your heart. Something didn't feel right...

You have been calling all morning, but your sister is not answering. You thought she overslept, and started to do your laundry.

Quickly, you reached your car and drove to the hospital.

You finish painting the motifs, trembling; you picked gold for the trumpet and crown, purple for the book, and red for the lamp and skull.

"Bene." Diavolo answers. "Take a short break while I prepare."

"O-okay." You respond, stepping away from the canvas and sitting down. You realized that you were feeling drained- perhaps painting was draining you life away? 'I'm not going down without a fight.' You tell yourself, looking up as you see Diavolo with the motifs surrounding him.

"I will hide one of the treasures, and you will paint it here." He explains as you stand up. "Shall we begin?"

You step up to the canvas, nodding. "Yes." You answer. "Let's."

You hold back from speeding as you drive to the hospital, the feeling growing worse and worse. You have to get there as quickly as possible. "Hang on, sis." You say under your breath. "I'm coming."

You pant growing more exhausted. The first round was over. You watch as Diavolo looks you over. "We've only just started." He says, his voice soft with concern.

"I'm getting tired." You say, looking at your phone.

[Researcher][Day 4]

'I've heard of spirits going into the possessions they loved in life- I've collected a good number of these items, as a matter of fact. Perhaps these motifs appear due to being a manifestation of his memories, and I'm starting to realize-'

'Of course! This may have to do with the painting's painting as well! But where is her presence in all this? My body is getting weak from all this?'

'Somehow, my soul is stronger than my body is... I have a feeling the black splotch might have to do with the artist. I will rest for now, but whoever is next might be able to lift this curse. Maybe I'll wake up again, one way or another.'

The dying text looked different this time, not glitchy but... Different. "You know, the others haven't been able you live through this." You answer. "You'll live forever, but I can't." Your voice sounded resigned, making Diavolo stare at you with indifference-

No. This wasn't indifference, it is concern. He seems to shake it off. "... let's begin the next round." He said, sounding... remorseful?

You nod, lifting your alighted brush.

You burst through the hospital doors to the receptionist's desk, rattling off you were a relative and your sister's room number. The receptionist calms you down and says she'll talk to the doctor.

You sit in the waiting room, nervous. You felt like throwing up, but you hadn't eaten anything. It felt like forever until you saw a chaplain approached you. You heart drops.

You barely process the events; you were explained what had happened, you were taken to your sister's bedside where she was covered with a white sheet, and found yourself outside the room, blindsided. You notice-

It's him. You have a suspicion about it as he seems to weep openly to the doctors, but as he looked over to you, he smirked.

When there was a quiet moment with just the two of you, you whisper; "Why?"

He- the bastard that your sister was like once in love with until she realized what a monster he was, is still smirking as he gives his answer:

"If I can't have her, no one can."

You almost collapse, almost exhausted. Your brush is dimly lit, earning you a concerned look from Diavolo. "Well, it's over for me." You say, your tone somewhat defiant. "You won- I'm sorry you're nowhere close to finished."

He looks at you, his arrogant look seemingly to have faded. "You... You're not giving up this easily, are you?" He asks.

"I wouldn't if it wasn't for my body." You answer, focusing on the inky, body shaped stain on the floor. "My only other regret is that sister is going to be sad seeing me so soon- oh well, I guess it's a win either way."

"..." Diavolo doesn't say anything, for a moment. "You and a couple others listened to me- and you never gave up. You remind me of another artist, she seemed to be as morose as you. I wonder where she went..."

Your phone buzzes. "I think I know." You answer, knowing that soon after, you'd join your sister...

'My fellow artist? Will you listen? Will you let me regale you a tale of this portrait of mine, of the vivid, horrible week we spent together, and our'

"No."

No? You look up, seeing Diavolo holding a skull with a dim flame in it; the flame growing brighter. "I'm not letting you die like this, with neither of our ends of this unfulfilled." He says, his eyes full of angry tears. "We're going back to the beginning."

You were confused; he was trying to torment you the past few days, and now he was trying to save you?! "Just rest now." He said, eyes defiant to your possible death. "I will fix this."

You pass out as you hear a woman's voice speak;

"...and of her final days...?"

#diavolo #jjba #jjba diavolo #death palette #matsuro palette #haunted painting!au #tw: death mention #tw: implied murder

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deberiaestarescribiendo · 3 years

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Saint Jude's Miracle: A Javier Peña x OFC (Isa) Fanfiction. Chapter VI

Summary: Javier and Steve reunite and reflect on their past and their present and the hurtful memories they have to carry from their time in Colombia. Meanwhile Isa struggles with her everyday life and not having news from Javier for days is starting to worry her.

Word count: 2,6k

Warnings: PTSD talks, mentions of violence. (This is me trying to solve one plothole from season 2 from a character I really liked and hated at the same time👀)

A/N: So this took longer than I thought, I completely lost the inspiration and words didn’t flow I had to restart this many times. I guess I will look at this in a few weeks and think I should have revised even more, but I promised to post this today, so there it is. This is plot and more plot with a little bit of angst and fluff at the end.

Series masterlist

Chapter VI: Old Friends

Time is a curious thing; here they are many years after: Their bodies are not the same; the jeans are tighter around the belly and the hair is already grey in some parts, wrinkles around the eyes bear witness of the years that had pass through them, but nonetheless the conversation flows as if not a day has passed.

The empty beers sit to the side of the table leaving a small pool of their condensation over the wooden table. The music is loud at the bar and Javi and Steve had been quite for a few minutes now. The question floating above them making the air thicker every second it passes without addressing the matter.

“I should have reach to you sooner” Javi says holding his half bottle, is it the fifth or sixth he has finished?

“Don’t worry about it” Steve shakes his head and leaves his bottle on the pile “I called a few times, but I thought you needed time to process it all”

“The thing is I didn’t” Javi shows half a smile “I really fucked up and when they gave me Cali I thought I could redeem myself. Tried to do it by the book, tried to outsmart them” he leans on the table “and what happened? It was a fucking charade” he snarls

“You did well getting all that shit on the news” the blond agent taps on his friend arm “Shit! I wanted to quit myself when I saw it”

“They didn’t give me another option. But...” Javi crosses his arms over his chest when he feels that familiar feeling, the words and feelings choking him

“You didn’t want to”

“Fuck, I’m a middle age man! This is what I’ve been doing for my whole life? What was I supposed to do?” he exhales deeply, a burden is lifted out of his chest

“Everybody said it was unfair if it helps” Steve consoles

“I guess not Stechner” Javi scoffs

“Oh, you haven’t heard?” Steve comes close “He disappeared. For real, MIA. Nobody has heard from him in years”

“Well, I don’t wish death to anyone...” Javier shakes his head:” who am I kidding? Fuck him!”

The two of them laugh out loud for a few minutes; the waiter guessing that their laughs deserve another round; leaves two cold beers on their table with a wink

“For Stechner, I guess”

“May he rot in hell” and they drink together

“So...about that wife of yours” Steve has been dying to ask more about Isa and Connie has tasked him with getting all the information he can gather.

“Isa” Javier reaches for his wallet. In the small plastic pocket inside it, there’s a picture of the three of them on a photo booth, the same day they had to go to the mall to get Elvi’s photo for her school application.

Elvira is seated on their laps while Javi and Isa smile at her

“Oh, she’s gorgeous. You’ve been always lucky with the ladies, Javi”

“Well, I am. I don’t know how she bears with me. I give her too many headaches”

“Connie was happy when they stopped asking me to go on field operations. Not gonna lie, it felt good for a bit getting back to a desk and just do paperwork. But then...” Steve blue eyes look glossy in this light and after too many beers “I saw myself reflected on the glass doors of the office and shit, it hit me; I was old and dying on a desk. And then you called”

“I understand”

“When you said you were married with a kid, I really couldn’t believe that you and I were once those dudes in Colombia”

“It feels like a million years ago”

“And just a few days ago at the same time” completes Steve and Javier nods

“What does she know? your wife, how she handles all that?”

“She doesn’t. When I met her she was...first of all she had left Laredo before everybody knew me for the Escobar shit, so when we met, we were just two strangers. We could talk and I could kick everything under a rug and let her form an opinion about me by herself without interferences” his gaze wanders over the tables: families having a quite dinner; a couple that has an untouched plate in front of them while they kiss and talk in whispers.

“And after you married?” Steve asks interrupting his thoughts

“I just told her the necessary” he shakes his head the necessary is almost nothing.

“Well, it’s better that way, but I couldn’t hide it from Connie. Man! I was out control; everything and anything could trigger me. I was anxious, paranoid all the time. I woke up in the middle of the night, got my gun out of the safe if I heard a car tire exploding or any loud noise and I’d had my heart beating fast for hours. And let’s not talk about the nightmares”

“The helicopter?” Javi asks, his voice is thin almost a whisper remembering the extreme methods the police used when the hunt for Escobar was on its peak

“Yeah...and many others. I keep on seeing the two of us entering that house, but instead of finding Olivia crying, she’s dead, shot dead as her mum” Steve sniffs and coughs moving uncomfortably on his chair. “That’s when I looked for help”

Javier nods remembering so many nights where he thought his brain could kill him, reimaging that kid in the ally, rescuing Helena, all the things he saw when Los Pepes were unleashed. By your hand.

“We should call it a night, amigo”

“I see your Spanish has not improved. Just the two words you knew back in Colombia” Javi scoffs with a grin

“Cabrón”

“Yep, that’s the second one”

Isa

It’s been two days since he left and he hasn’t called. Isa tries to focus on everything she needs to do before Elvira starts the new school year. She has called Chucho every afternoon thinking that maybe he had some news, but nothing.

“Ese marido tuyo aguanto mientras Elvi era chiquita y ahora que pudo se largo” (Your husband stayed with you while Elvi was a baby and now that she’s grown, he has left you) her mother commented once she got the news that Javi was away and he hadn’t call in three days. News travel fast in a small town and she hears the comments about her, about Javi: he did it again, he left another woman and run away, he left her as he left Lorraine. Every day Isa had to struggle with her own thoughts and the constant reminder from her mother and the ladies in Laredo that something was wrong with Javier.

Her brain repeats the same litany:

He must be caught up in something

Maybe he’s somewhere where there’s not a good connection

Maybe he cannot call for security

Maybe he did run away

Maybe he’s in danger

She tries to stop her mind when it gets that fast spiraling down towards the darker scenarios she can imagine. On the third night after he left and hadn’t called she had a terrible nightmare and she had to keep her little night lamp on as she does every night he spends away and every day since then, the lamp is on while she rests, sleeping just for a few hours and then spending hours turning back and forth trying not to think about the worst possible things she can imagine. What would she do if he never comes back? What would she do if something bad happen to him? Even though they had made peace by making love in that old truck before parting she could not forget their arguments and the things left unsaid. He would never leave them like that, would he?

Isa tries to be calm, not to project her fears and worries onto her daughter but each day she’s challenged with the never ending things she has to do at home each day: laundry, cooking, cleaning, and every time she thinks she’s finished there’s something new that has come up. Elvira is stressed, as any kid her age, watching the summer slipping away with its long days of freedom on top of her dad being away. So she’s more agitated than usual, sassy and misbehaving just to get her mother’s attention.

The trip to the supermarket is a long chant of demands: I want Cereals, I want Ice cream. All Isa can hear is IwanIwantIwantIwant and the wheels of her shopping cart screeching on the ground. She thinks her wrist is about to snap open just trying to hold Elvira’s hand so she sticks to her side.

“It’s really crowded, cielo, stay with me” she sighs trying to be patient.

But the moment, Isa hesitates and looks down to read her shopping list, she’s out

“I’m gonna get my cereal”

“Elvi!”

Isabel gains a few complaints from some old lady that she almost railed over trying to run for her daughter.

“Oh, you want that one?”

“Yes, please. I can’t reach” Isa laughs softly watching her daughter acting polite and looking like an angel towards the stranger woman. The lady gives her the colorful box and Elvi jumps excitedly until she sees her mum at the end of the aisle.

“¿Qué te dije de que te separases de mi?” (What did I tell you about running away from me?” the little girl pouts and answers

“I thought you would say no if I ask for this”

“Ay, Elvi. I’m sorry if she bothered you” Isa smiles to the woman. She is on her 40s, Isa guesses, she has a beautiful elegant visage framed by a brown with blond highlights mane. She smiles widely with her scarlet lips: “No hay problema” (No problem) she answers in Spanish, her accent seems different to the Mexican-American accent Isa is used to listen to in this part of Texas.

“Gracias igualmente. Está obsesionada con esto que está lleno de azúcar” (Thank you anyway, she’s obsessed with this sugary thing” Isa ruffles her child’s hair

“La comprendo, mis hijos son igual” (I understand, my kids are the same)

“¿De dónde es? tiene un acento muy bonito” (Where are you from? you have a very beautiful accent) Isa asks, for a moment she thinks that she might be overstepping but the woman laughs softly patting Isa’s arm with her hand stylishly decorated in elegant gold and diamonds rings, her manicure is perfect.

“Colombia,pero ya llevo unos años acá en los Estados Unidos” (Colombia, but I’ve been here in the USA for a while now)

“¡Oh! me han dicho que es muy bonito” (I’ve been told it’s very beautiful) Elvi grabs her mum by the hem of her dress rushing her to finish the boring conversation, mainly because she wants to get back home and open the box of cereal “Bueno, un gusto” (Well, it’s been a pleasure) Isa waves

“¿Cómo se llama?” the woman asks when they’re leaving

“Isa, ¿y usted?” (Isa, and you?)

“Judy. Un placer” she grins

The TV has already passed to that late night teleshopping advertising stupid stuff with even more stupid people repeating again and again the same lame catchy phrases. But there’s silence at this hour, Elvi is sleeping soundly and now Isabel can rest on the sofa, eyes fixed on the stupid people on TV and her longing for Javier.

She took the laundry out of the dryer today. Mixed in all the clothes an old “University of Texas” t-shirt that Javi rarely wears around the house and that she has stolen as pajamas. Without even realizing it, she smelled the fabric only sensing the sweet scent of the softener she uses so she had rushed to the bathroom and sprinkled the t-shirt with Javi’s cologne. And now hugs herself silently praying that tonight will be the night he calls.

The TV volume is set to the minimum and when the strong ringing sound surrounds the house Isa thinks is coming from it until she realizes that is coming from the kitchen. She runs, stepping on Elvi’s toys and bumping her knee over the sofa. Limping she runs and picks up the phone

“Hello?” her voice is shaky

“Isa is me” Javi says on the other line

“Javi, thank God, where were you? You told me you will call when you’d arrive and it’s been three days and I...” she babbles

“I’m fine, I’m sorry...it’s been a little bit crazy” he sounds tired and he’s speaking softly as if he cannot raise his voice

“Are you okay? Are you in danger?” Isa sniffs, the tears rolling down and she leans on the cold tile wall of the kitchen

“No, it’s just we have to go to different places, meet a bunch of people. I didn’t have the time. I’m sorry Isa. Elvi’s sleeping I guess?”

“Yes, but she will be really happy to know that you called”

“I’ll try to call earlier tomorrow”

“Yes...please, she’s being a bit difficult lately”

“Why?” Isa can hear how the bed creaks on his end and his deep grunt

“I guess it’s the end of summer, you’re not here, my mum...”

He huffs

“Elvi told her we didn’t know where you where and you can imagine”

“She hates me even more”

“Don’t worry about her. Tell me about the job” Isa sits on the ground holding the phone on her shoulder

“Isa...I rather listen to you”

“I haven’t done much. Nothing interesting”

“It doesn’t matter” he answers

And thus she begins telling every tiny detail, Javi was silent on the other side and when she asks if he’s listening he just hums.

“Anyway...I guess that’s all. And I hope you’re not mad but your old university t-shirt has a new hole in it which somehow makes it even more comfortable”

“You’re wearing it now?”

“Yes...I miss you so it’s just like having your arms around me”

“I miss you too, Isa. I only have this old dude on the medallion and the picture I keep on my wallet to remind me of you...not that I need anything to remember you”

“That old dude...” she laughs “he’s a saint and I think he’s doing a good job for the moment”

“Really?” Isa smiles widely when she hears his deep chuckle on the other side

“You’ve said I miss you for the first time, I will say it’s even a miracle”

“What? I’ve told that plenty of times” he says a little bit offended “ but we’ve never been parted that much since we’re together”

“You don’t say you love me that much either...” Isa adds

“That’s not true” he says firmly

“Yes it is, I’m not mad, you express it in other ways. I’ve accepted that when I marry you”

“I’m sure I say it many times...”

“You can say it now...” she whispers

“I love you, Isa, and I miss you” he mutters

“See? Saint Jude is working its magic” Isa laughs. Her heart is full and she feels like an enormous weight has been lifted. He loves me, he’ll be back

“So I’m not a lost cause anymore?” Javi replies with an amused tone

“We’ll see when you get here”

“And you won’t say it back?”

“What?”

“That you love me and miss me”

“Ay, Javier” she sighs “I sleep every night waiting for you with the lights on, praying that you will get back to me soon, I sleep with your t-shirt and even if I don’t believe in it really, I keep praying and praying that you will be back to our bed, that I will turn and you’ll be there, so yeah, I miss you and I love you. Te amo”

“Yo también te amo”

“Good night, mi amor”

“Good night”

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The Copper Wars

Chapter 3

Tw:MC gets triggered.

By the time it was night jerico had finished the blueprints for his New invention.

A thirty feet tall robot, called The Forge, he couldnt wait to make It,but first he should change,and Grab something to eat,maybe even go to town and see whats up.

He took a quick shower,and changed,walking to the kitchen with his cats following behind him

--Hey guys whats up--jeri said non chalantly.

The mercs couldnt help but stare, he was wearing tight black pants,a dark green sweater, his hair tied in a bun while some stands fell loosely on his face.

--We uh...we were just about to eat-- engie mustered up, Serving the food.

--Nice, oh also! Ill go into town, anybody wanna come with me?

The men , except for pyro,soldier and heavy looked at eachother,before an argument broke out about who should accompany him.

--ya should let me go!, im super fun to be around!

--What ye goen ta get is this little shite talking yer ears off-Demo said drinking from his beer.

--Oh yeah? Well ya cant even stay still!youre drunk off ya ass!

--Id offer myself,I could use a break from workin'

--Ja!so would I!

--I zhink I could use some fresh air zoo

Jer stood there thinking--What if all of Us go?we could also use it to know eachother.

The mercs look at eachothern,and with grumpy looks they nodd.

And so, after eating off they went to town.

When they arrived the place was absolutely bustling with life,in the main plaza there was music playing, and jerico really wanted to dance!

The tune was so catchy!, and it reminded him of how much he and his dad would dance.

He took a quick look to his companions,but he could tell nobody was onboard.

So he just,stands there, pouting and his arms crossed.

Until a hand softly poses on his shoulder,he looks at engie who smiles and lends out his gloved hand.

Jer suddenly smiles, a huge smile on his face as he takes It.

The rest couldnt help but feel their chest warm up,he had a beautiful smile.

The music changes to a more softer one,and engie sweats bullets as jeri puts his arms around his neck.

--oh shit sorry i--

--No no,its alright uh aint used to dance with a Man thats all

--Theres always a first time,though if you want you can go back with the rest

--Its alright...this...this is fine

Both danced slowly,hesitant and unsure,but eventually they warmed up,and absolutely Killed it!.

Jerico was having so much fun.

Suddenly the texan Man dips him in, and he hugs his neck as jeri feels hes going to fall.

Engineers arms hug his waist,and with red cheeks they got back on their feet.

The texan knew hed get teased by scout, but seeing his companion happy made him feel giggly like a schoolgirl.

While walking through the local feria,jer fidgeted as he saw the stalls,so Many Many pretty things!.

He ran around, scout following him as he also got excited by all the things people sold.

--anyzhing Catching your interest?--spy sneaked behind the New merc, his french accent made a shiver run down his spine.

--Beejeezus!you scared me!

--my most sincere apologies,but please answer

Jeri just shrugged--Nothing really I mean they are pretty but,nothings like...'wow I want to buy that',besides you dont need to get me anything

--Consider it a welcome gift,if you need anyzhing or change your mind,let me know,our revoir

And the frenchman left.

While the rest were exploring,jeri sat on the empty stage, he then saw a Man,struggling to get his kid to calm down, the same Man was trying to play something on his guitar to no avail.

So he approached the dad, and asked if he needed help.

--You can try

Unaware of his team watching him, he sat on the floor with the kid,And softly played the guitar.

Jeri smiled,the kid mumbled things in what could be understood as spanish, and an idea appeared on his face.

--Hoy voy a hablarte

De mis héroes, que me vieron crecer

Desde el león que se hizo rey

Hasta la princesa que rompió la ley--He sang,gaining the kids attention--

Si me preguntas a mí

De ellos aprendí

Que hay personas por las que vale la pena derretirse

Que todo es posible, incluso lo imposible

Las virtudes a veces están bajo la suficiente

La belleza esta en el interior

Recuérdame aunque te diga adiós

Debo dejar de ser algo que no soy

Llorar me tranquiliza los problemas de la vida

Elimina de tu vida si elimina tu sonrisa

Hay una lágrima por cada risa

Eres más valiente de lo que crees

Porque tenemos que crecer

La segunda estrella a la derecha todo recto hasta el amanecer

Aférrate a aquello que te hace diferente

Si esperas el momento oportuno, era ese

Ohana significa familia, familia estar juntos siempre

Que tu alma libre esté

Que nunca es tarde para ser joven--his team had Walked closer.

The kid slowly calmed down as he sang, and quietly joining him.

Jer had a huge smile on his face,pouring his heart and soul as he sang with the kid who did the same,enjoying the music-- Boo

Sigue nadando

Quiero ser cómo, tú

Hakuna matata

Vive y deja vi bibidibabidibu

Hay un amigo en mí

Tan blandito que me quiero morir

De ellos aprendí!

Both ended their singing and the kid started to giggle and laugh, jerico gave the Man back his guitar and watched them walk away, with a warm feeling on his chest.

--recruit is good with little kids--heavy said.

--back in my home I had a lot of siblings,you end up learning I guess

And they spend the rest of the night enjoying the town.

Once back at his bedroom, just as hes about to sleep, he notices a pacage on his desk.

How...how did that get in here?

He got out of bed and Turned on the desk lamp.

--Que carajo...?--(what The fuck?),he then opened the small box to find a beautiful book,with carved details,painted gold.

'Since you too design things I figured this would suit you best.

Spy'

Said the note on the wrapper of the box.

He smiled and left it there,already too tired.

He then when back to bed, and fell asleep with his cats on his chest.

The morning sun filtered through the old blinds,jer hears his alarm go off,smacking the button of his alarm with a groan.

Suddenly he jumps as loud noises and shouts reached his room.

--la re puta madre!--he cursed sitting Straight,vica stands on their two back feet and with his front paws Cling to his unbuttoned shirt.

Jer picks them up,as illa jumps on his shoulder,and he walks to the source of the noise.

--Can I know what the fuck is going on?--Jerico asked,grumpy and a bit anxious.

--zhis idiot tried to Cook a pie,and somehow left zhe fork inside of it--medic said looking at scout.

Suddenly, scout screamed at the top of his lungs to defend himself,with a stupid argument.

Jer jumps back and hugs his cat, who purss and licks his hand.

His breath hitched as hes barely able to say--scout shut up!

His broken voice is enough to make the whole Room shut up and look at him.

--leetle Man feels bad,whats up?‐-heavy tried to Grab his shoulder but jeri stepped away.

--Scout give him a glass of vater-medic approached jerico softly, guiding Him to sit on the table--...how jou feeling now?

The New merc drinks the glass of water as he brokenly tries to steady his breath.

Vica sits on his lap,and illa jumps on the table, purring into the hand thats holding his head.

--I...I think im alright--jeri straightened his back--sorry,shouting And and loud noises make me anxious, try and Keep it quiet for now please?

--Ja, Ve'll zry, oh, by zhe vay,breakfasts ready

Engenieer was so kind to make the New merc breakfast with some home made applepie(without the fork inside of it)

Jerico Drank his tea, while his carts sat besides him curled up in a ball.

--So,jerico right?--engie said

--Yeah,whats up?

--Why dontcha tell Us about yourself huh?

Jers hand buttonned Up his shirt as he finally realized he was still in his pjs.

--Well,i moved in with my dad when I was a teen,worked in a bakery--scout chuckled condecenfingly--wich means I can make better pies than scout,and I Will not leave a fork inside of it,a part time artist, when I was like....twenty I did my phd in Steam powered engenieering,and when I could id go learn blacksmithing in one of my dads Friends house,nothing much

--nothin freaking much?!--scout said surprised-- you learnt blacksmithing and you think thats nothing much?

Jeri laughed snorting--well yeah blacksmithing is pretty cool

The Bostonian boy sunk in his chair and hid his face with his cap, as his cheeks Turned Pink.

--Oh and engie,I have the blueprints done,we can get to work in the wiring after this

--Alrighty then!

The rest of the breakfast was spent in quiet chatter, and jerico went to take a shower, closing the courtain.

The warn water hit his body and his shoulders and back relaxed.

He stretched his neck and washed his hair.

After the bath, he changed and went to Grab the blueprints and the notes he'd made in the notebook spy gave him.

He Walked to the door of his room,feeling excited to make this proyect of his into reality.

#tw//trigger mention #tw:trigger mention #🔥⚒toughesr coppersmith around⚒🔥#f/o fic

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this is so shameless but…. im so excited for when hebi and gojo get down to it if u know what i mean.. like i genuinely cant imagine how they would go about it which makes it even more interesting?? idk how it would work but i know hebi’s life is gonna change

PHAHAH NO UR SO REAL LMAOO

But genuinely this is very fair, icl. I have genuinely planned it all out: as in, play-by-play, action-by-action, key dialogue noted down. It’s not written but it features heavily in my notes app mad jottings.

Damn, I’m pretty hyped too. Mainly for the character work I’m gonna try to put into it (?), since writing smut is an arduous task for me. I’m also going to try to make it as realistic as I can; there will be no fantastic joint same-time orgasms or twenty-inch’ers here, folks.

..I’m going to let us be a bit self-indulgent (because of course) but I don’t really want to go crazy with that, just so I can keep in with the real-life-ness I’ve been going for with ‘Intrinsic Warmth’.

Here—the most sfw thing I could find from my notes:

#intrinsic warmth #asks from la lamp de desk

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clansayeed · 4 years

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Bound by Circumstance ― Chapter 24: Better the Devil You Don’t (Epilogue)

PAIRING: Nik Ryder x trans*M!MC (Taylor Hunter) RATING: Mature

⥼ MASTERLIST ⥽

⥼ Bound by Circumstance ⥽

Taylor Hunter (MC) has made it good for himself in New Orleans; turns out moving to a new city fresh out of college to reinvent yourself isn’t as hard as people make it out to be. Things only start to get confusing when he finds himself the target of a malevolent wraith. Good thing someone’s looking out for him though — because without Nighthunter Nik Ryder as his bodyguard he definitely won’t survive long in the twisting darkness of the supernatural underworld he’s tripped into.

Bound by Circumstance and the rest of the Oblivion Bound series is an ongoing dramatic retelling project of the book Nightbound and the rest of the Bloodbound series. Find out more [HERE].

Note: Circumstance only loosely follows the events and plotline of Nightbound, and features a separate antagonist, different character motivations, and further worldbuilding.

*Let me know if you would like to be added to the Circumstance/series tag list!

⥼ Chapter Summary ⥽

Someone does right by Cadence.

note: And with that Bound by Circumstance is ended! I’ll start posting book 3, Bound by Choice, in a day or so! Book 3 is the only book in the series not based off of an existing Choices book, and follows the story of the Trinity in a series of flashback vignettes. Taylor and the Nightbound gang will return in book 4!

Also, Bound by Choice is currently in-progress, as opposed to books 1 & 2 which were completed at the time of posting. Once I catch up on the last chapters posted, my updating schedule will go to the weekly update my AO3 is on.

[READ IT ON AO3]

A few weeks later…

[TEXT]: hurry up [TEXT]: where r u??? [TEXT]: ur loss I’m not waiting [TEXT]: BUZZKILL!!! [TEXT]: pic.jpg

The picture does it — finally draws his attention away from his computer to where his phone screen changes from 01:07 to 01:08 as if to taunt him.

It takes Cadence a moment to realize the woman next to Kathy in her (blurry) self-taken photo is supposed to be Ivy. So used to seeing her true form in person — but glamours don’t fade on digital recording.

And who else do they know dresses like she’s always ready to attend a Victorian funeral?

In his friend’s defense Cade was supposed to be at the Shift over an hour ago.

She’ll hear his excuses and his apologies, pretend as though he’s committed the greatest sin in history — but come sunrise and sobriety he’ll be forgiven. The Nighthunter likes to make everyone think she’s the picture of cool nonchalance; the human equivalent of a cat.

But anyone who feeds strays knows just how affectionate cats can be when they so choose.

He shuts down his work, fighting the instinctual habit to leave most of it out and make his space look clean by pushing it to the sides of his desk — actually putting things back in their folders and boxes.

Tap-tap.

His head jerks up quick enough for his glasses to threaten flight. Working in this particular space for over a decade now, there isn’t anyone who doesn’t know about Odd Cadence and his odd hours; how he refuses to work in the daylight due to a debilitating allergy.

Even Gary from night maintenance wouldn’t bother.

Tap-tap.

He listens for a heartbeat. Can hear everything from the rush of water through old plumbing to the coo of pigeons scavenging on the outside Square.

Tap—

Isadora de la Rosa doesn’t get to finish her genteel knocking; pale hand hovering just shy of the taller vampire’s collarbone as he holds the door open.

She looks a little dumbfounded for him to have answered. That’s silly, though, since she was in his territory now.

The air is thick with a tension not felt since Mardi Gras those weeks ago. She looks ready to turn and leave without a word between them. He almost lets her.

“Izzy,” by way of greeting, and even though she now runs the dynasty her father built he struggles to call her anything but the petulant youthful human woman he first met her as, “I was just heading out.”

He gives her a chance; sees the opportunity for escape that flickers in her weathered eyes no longer young but no less defiant by nature.

Some people were just born ready to stand their ground. He always admired that about her.

“This won’t take long.”

One step forward, one step back. A familiar dance neither acknowledges as Isadora invites herself into his space. She’s not the oldest thing in the room by far, nor the most expensive. Still she commands the air around her to whisper softer, for the floorboards under her heels to wait until she passes to creak.

“Sure, come on in…”

She makes a point of trying to keep an arms’ length between her body and any clutter. He won’t apologize for it, not to her. She was half the reason he’s like this.

“I’m glad to see the Museum is treating you well.”

“Uh-huh.” He’s never met a de la Rosa good at small talk. He still hasn’t.

But she keeps trying. It’s hard not to cringe at every forced word, how she purposefully finds something to look at and mention; “New project, I see.”

Cadence doesn’t answer. She switches a black leather briefcase from one hand to the other; a poised woman’s version of shuffling her feet.

“You always were best kept —”

“I have somewhere to be.”

Her quirked brow says it all; how she definitely doesn’t believe him but calling him out on it is somehow counterproductive to why she’s here.

Why is she here?

Because the only reason he can conjure up has to do with the Coven, and the Council, and that’s why they’re enjoying nights like these at the Shift. To forget about everything that happened — to move on.

“Look, Izzy — if this is something that can wait, can it? I’ve got office hours tomorrow night—or hell, I’ll even come ‘round to the family house. But I do have somewhere to be, and I’m already late.”

When she takes stock of the room again he understands. It’s a tactic — and not a very good one — to allow her to think.

They’ve never been like this before. So why now?

It’s a brief flicker; blink-and-you-miss-it type. But Cadence doesn’t miss it — how Izzy stares at the chair claimed by Katherine in permanent marker.

“You’re going to meet her, the Nighthunter.”

“My friend Katherine, yes. Among others.”

“She treads dangerous waters in this town.”

It sounds a little too much like a threat for Cade’s comfort. Makes it a real effort to keep from letting it get to him.

“I think the same could be said for any hunter.” For Katherine, for Ryder.

“Yes, you would know,” she clasps the case handle with both hands over her front; a shield between them, “though this one — she’s different, isn’t she? She’s well-connected.”

Like he’s been fumbling around in the dark of his head — he finally finds the lamp chain and tugs. Lets the light flood through with an “Ah” of understanding.

So that’s what this is about.

“Contrary to what you may believe this isn’t the same world Carlo built his dynasty in. Humans — even Nighthunters and especially out-of-towners — they don’t whisper the rules to one another anymore.” Then, with firm conviction; “Katherine didn’t know she needed to ask your father for permission to bring Adrian Raines into town.”

“But you did.”

“Yeah, I did.”

If she’s here to enact some sort of delayed punishment, Cadence can’t promise he’ll stay civil. “I weighed the risks carefully,” he continues, “and decided it was best for everyone that no one knew who didn’t need to know.” Not that it had been a good choice. Maybe it could have saved Raines at his trial.

Sometimes he wonders why the two of them didn’t work out — especially when she was Turned. It wasn’t because of her perceived age, and obviously being his boss’ daughter hadn’t stopped them from getting involved in the first place.

He always remembers not a moment later. There’s a reason the term is ‘opposites attract.’ They were too similar — too hot in the head and both prone to speaking and acting without thinking ahead. Without considering the consequences.

So when she isn’t sneering an insult at him on the heels of Cade actually admitting to his wrongdoing… he knows something is very wrong.

“Izzy…?”

And the smile she offers is too forced, too fake. Sends shivers down his spine. “I’m glad you see things that way.”

“What way?”

She unclasps the briefcase with a flick of her little fingers. “That sometimes, in rare cases I think, withholding knowledge from someone is for the best; for all parties involved.

“I had prepared to give you this the night of the Minotaur’s championship fight…” The leather bound folder she pulls free is familiar only in that he’s seen the de la Rosa lawyers carry them like extensions of their hands. “And I have spent many hours since debating whether or not I made the right choice in keeping it close. Watching you in the cage — that made it easier.”

“Something’s happening, Kath—”

“Don’t fight it. Let it swallow you whole.”

Let it swallow you whole.

Katherine couldn’t possibly have known just how accurate she had been.

How it felt to stand at the edge of a yawning abyss no one else could see… and how it felt to have the ground fall out from under his feet the moment he decided to jump.

Memories of what happened after his meeting with Isadora still only came to him in clusters. It was less the act of remembering than feeling the same way — sensory triggers like the smell of blood or the tinny grate of a chain link fence.

Of course she had seen the fight. There were members of the underground community still who approached him on the street with praise for his ‘performance,’ or thanking him for standing up to the illegal deals Persephone covered with velvet and glitter.

But there’s a difference between knowing something and knowing it. Knowing the same hand he used to caress her cheek had also torn off the Minotaur’s horn. Knowing she was witness to it…

Isadora’s touch is solid, without the heat humans bring or the chill they feel. It simply is as she gives him the folder with no other choice. Whatever secrets rest inside they are his burden now.

“What you see here… I ask that you please not think less of me for keeping it from you. I was…” she doesn’t give an excuse — not a single one, “I was doing what I thought was right. But I cannot be the one to make that choice anymore. It’s too much Cadence; it’s far too much.”

He means to find comfort or some understanding in their hands. But there’s none to be found.

They pull away as intimate strangers. The space between them cavernous and echoing — and it only grows wider as he realizes she isn’t the one creating it.

He doesn’t need to ask what mystery he now holds.

What other mystery is there but the thing that has plagued him from their first “hello” to this their last “goodbye?”

Cadence’s voice is calm, even to his own ears. “Is this everything?”

“All that my daughter could find among his possessions.”

“And if I have any questions…”

“No,” she interrupts, “no you may not bring them to me. I would rather meet the sun than invite the conflict this will bring into my city, to my family’s doorstep.”

He wants to call her selfish but can’t say he wouldn’t be the same way were their roles reversed.

It’s a nice fantasy—altruism, kindness, doing the right thing so as not to hurt someone close—but it is a fantasy.

So what if he carried the ring she returned to him for a decade in mourning?

And intuition is a very separate thing from mind-reading; that he knows. In Isadora, though, the lines between them have always been a little smudged.

“In case you have any ideas of this meaning…” she breathes and tries again, “just know this has nothing to do with our past, Cadence. Consider this to be an act of release. Beyond what the Council will ask of us, I wash my hands of you.”

Isadora’s decision is as clear now as it was then. She will always choose her family over him. He can’t begrudge her that in the least.

“If only it were that simple.” But it’s probably for the best.

She leaves as abruptly as she arrived. Somehow with the ability to disrupt everything in his space without touching a single thing. As he looks around the office now it feels tainted with secrets and lies; all the things he still doesn’t know that now rest in his hand.

He need only look.

The chair is less than five steps away but he can’t muster the energy to move both his legs and arms; chooses the latter because what comparison is comfort to answers?

Cadence opens the folder and begins to read.

#nightbound #bloodbound #playchoices fanfiction #choices fanfiction #choices nb #oc: cadence smith #oblv: bound by circumstance #oblv: new chapter #; my fics

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wasalwaysagreatpickle · 4 years

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Tuesday 6 February 1827

7 1/2

12 10/60

Quarter hour on the pot but could do nothing –

Rather long in dressing – did my hair – at my desk at 9 20/60. From then to 10/60 wrote the last 15 lines of the last p. and so far of this – breakfast at 10 1/2 – read the paper which took me till 11 1/2 – then looking over my money and calculating my probable expenses till 12 1/2 – finished dressing went out at 1 40/60 with my aunt to make our 1st call (since our coming here) on the Senés – I stayed 1/2 hour and then left my aunt there to hear a little music – M. S- [Sené] came in for a minute or 2 – I wanted to mention to him 1 or 2 things I wished to have done – he was very civil – proposed (said it was a marché which he begged to consider about) that if I chose to give up my present large remise, and take the small one, (it would just hold our carriage – he had measured it), he would put the same sort of curtain before it (by way of door to keep out the dust) he had put before his own which had cost him 50 écus (meaning 150/. [shillings] though an écu is now only worth 2/ [shillings] 75 [pence]) – said I would always happen to do anything that could oblige him – that if the remise would really do for the carriage, it was matter of indifference to me – I would mention it to George, and if he saw no objection, I should have none – on going down stairs looked at this little remise – too small – only fit for a cabriolet – there is an end of the thing – I shall say nothing about it and George determined to keep the remise I have –

Direct to Mrs B- [Barlow] got there at 2 1/4 – she put on her things and went with me to Madame Irlande (rue des vieux augustins No. 8) to ask her to take back the kitchen table that came on Sunday (I think) and get her 2 men (emballeurs not regular menuisiers) had spoilt this morning in attempting to put a drawer in it – besides, the whole thing [over] of bad wood – green sap-deal – Madame I- [Irlande] very civil but having bought it for me, and the thing being out of her line, I shall have something to pay – it was agreed the price of the table should be 10/. – quite enough for such a bad one – the menuisier here laughed when he saw it, and is to make me a better at the expense of M. Sené from Madame Irlande we went a very round about way to No. 24, rue thevemot to buy some bougies – (1lb for Mrs B- [Barlow] and one for me) – returned more directly – called at the gourmand (Palais royal) for the gateau d’amande (2/. 75) Mrs B- [Barlow] had bought in going, and as we went along the rue Saint Honoré bought poires tapis [tapées] at 1/. a lb and a small box of dried plums at 1/. 60, for dessert – I saw Mrs B- [Barlow] was determined to give me another good dinner – what nonsense! Set back to Mrs B- [Barlow’s] at 5 – Jane said Therèse had been very ill all the day, and had fainted last night in bed –

But Mrs B [Barlow] and I sat tete a tete in her room merely saying and thinking perhaps the woman was in a family way all cirumstances taken together it was very suspicious –

Dinner at 6 – peas-soup, vol-au-vent, cotelettes d’agneau, pommes de terre à la maître d’hotel – 7 plats for dessert – poor Therèse looked more dead than alive – unable to do anything – but really unwilling to be sent to bed till she had got us all we could want and when brought in tea and things – she was almost fainting – was to have some eau du cologne, but Mrs B- [Barlow] brought her in to me, to feel her pulse, to see if she had fever – the moment I felt it, found the woman had so much fever, advised Mrs B- [Barlow] to send immediately for Dr Tupper – he came at 8 – ordered the woman 12 leeches on the nape of her neck – sat a little while with us – hoped the woman would be soon better but could not speak [positively] till he saw her again the next morning – not as we suspected – he is a tall big man – speaking rather broad – Mrs B- [Barlow] says it is the guernsey accent – certainly not a good one – never did he strike me as at all either gentlemanly or literarily – he seems a good practical doctor (as Mrs B- [Barlow] says he is) and that is all – told him I should send for him if my aunt or myself required a physician – He has no opinion of French physicians generally – said that only a year ago a boy who had a white swelling in his knee had it treated with of just-killed [cats] cut open and laid reeking on the [part]! and this was all that was done – said that Madame Irlande’s child that he had attended would have been lost had the treatment not been changed – the bowels were a little out of order – the child was ordered to be put on very spare diet (to be more than half standard) and that to consist entirely of purée de pois (peas-soup), the worst, most indigestible thing it could take – Dr T- [Tupper] gave it a dose of calomel, and ordered it to have proper nourishment, and the child was well in a week –

Soon after Doctor Tupper went, Mrs B [Barlow] proposed my going to her room to lie down as I was often sleepy dinner we were sitting comfortably over the fire and I really did not wish to move however I said nothing but (at nine) away we went I thinking to myself, well I know what she wants, and I must pay her her for dinner. We got in to bed right middle finger up twice and she seemed well satisfied this was all required and I pretended to sleep a little and got up very soon after George’s coming –

George came about 9 40/60 – Sat a little while – Mrs B- [Barlow] grumbling at my going so soon, and got home at 10 1/4 –

Mrs B- [Barlow] thought my aunt unreasonable to expect me to go so soon ought not to expect to stay at home with her always she might be very good but could be no companion for me she had said while walking Jane thought my aunt beginning to dote indeed she was not very clever surely she was not always as now she repeated again and again the most silly things Doctor T [Tupper] the general effect of her complaint was to gradually weaken and decay the whole system so probably her mind was weakened. I said this had not struck me before I should think about it and take more notice. I certainly had observed my aunt had no head for calculating but this she never had only it had struck me lately that she never remembered the price of our apartment and seldom repeated the price of anything right but I had observed no over difference she was never a clever woman but did not want common sense. My uncle was a clever man and might some times seem to have little patience with my aunt her manner might tire him but latterly not so much so he was ill himself. My aunt used always to say if anything was wanted I must speak to my uncle about it but really she had never wanted common sense –

Somehow dawdling tonight – broke my tooth glass by putting hot water into it, let the tray of my dressing box fall and broke this, the toothbrush tray, and let the socket of my little bed candlestick fall into the lamp glass – a series of gaucheries!

Hard frost. Very fine day. Fahrenheit 19 1/2 at 8 a.m. 29 at noon. 34 1/2 at 10 20/60 p.m.

#anne lister #maria barlow #1827 #paris #anne lister code breaker

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Slytherin Princess. Luna Lovegood x Reader.

Luna Lovegood. Blonde, smart, beautiful and slightly crazy. You loved her. It amazed you that the only other person even remotely interested in her was the Gryffindor, Nevil Longbottom. Luckily for you, Luna likes girls more than boys. Enter (Y/n) Malfoy. Nicknamed, the Slytherin Princess (Y/n) Malfoy got what she wanted. And what she wanted more than anything was Luna Lovegood. (Y/n) was the perfect Slytherin representative; cunning, devious, cut-throat and enticingly beautiful. Four years had passed since Luna’s first year at Hogwarts had started and (Y/n) had secretly confessed her need for the Lovegood girl. Luna, of course, had said yes with a blush on her face and a smile on her lips. Two months later and the pair had shared their first kiss, under the Quidditch stands while Slytherin versed Hufflepuff. Luna had voiced her concern about the secretive relationship the pair had, she did this quite often during the first few months. It was on the fifth month that you broke down. “I CAN’T!” you had shouted in the empty Ravenclaw common room. All the other Ravenclaws had gone to the library to study as O.W.L’s were starting soon. Luna had practically dragged you into her common room for a much needed make out session when she asked the question again. Your outburst surprised her. “I… I can’t” you mumbled miserably as you fell down on a random couch with a couple pillows, tears leaking from your face. Luna was quite surprised by this sudden display of emotions. Everyone knew you were the most confidant girl at Hogwarts, to see you so… Vulnerable, hurt Luna like a knife to the heart. The blonde-haired girl sat next to her Slytherin lover as she lay crying with her head stuffed in a pillow. “Why not?” Luna asked bluntly. One thing that drew (Y/n) to Luna was her bluntness, (Y/n) had laughed extremely loudly when Luna had denied Nevil the satisfaction of being his girlfriend with ‘No, I don’t like you.’ (Y/n) had found that hilarious. (Y/n) turned her head, tears staining her face. “My stupid father” she mumbled with hatred. Although a loyal part of the Malfoy name, (Y/n) knew that Lucius Malfoy would never agree to his only daughter liking girls and especially liking a Lovegood. “He doesn’t even know I like girls!” (Y/n) felt and sounded miserable, like someone had just told her she had cancer. Luna looked down at (Y/n) and a small smile spread on her lips as she bent down. (Y/n) barely had time to register that Luna was moving when her lips were captured by the soft embrace of Luna’s own lips. (Y/n) melted into the kiss. Her arms flung themselves around Luna’s waist and Luna pulled (Y/n) into her lap where their kiss evolved from being sad and needed to hungry and rough. When the pair had grown comfortable with kissing each other during their third month together (Y/n) was pleasantly surprised to find that Luna was very dominating. As Luna’s tongue explored every corner of (Y/n)’s mouth, (Y/n) felt a sharp slap delivered to her voluptuous bottom. Luna had smacked her and was now groping her bum, feeling the flesh under her hand. (Y/n) moaned with need into the kiss but whimpered with sadness when Luna pulled away. With her signature smile, Luna lowered her mouth to (Y/n)’s collar bone. She latched her lips to the soft, moisturized skin and sucked causing (Y/n) to moan in pleasure at the feeling but give a sharp gasp once the blonde started nibbling the skin. “L-Luna! Stop you’ll leave marks!” (Y/n) begged her girlfriend. But Luna didn’t stop. The begging of her girlfriend only served to spur Luna into a fury of kisses and biting. The younger Ravenclaw didn’t want to stop until it was clear that (Y/n) belonged to her. Luna’s hands roamed over (Y/n)’s body, groping and squeezing, receiving sweet moans from (Y/n). The older Slytherin girl tried to pry her lover from her body but Luna pinned (Y/n)’s arms over her head with surprising strength. “Mmm” Luna moaned as she licked (Y/n)’s lips “What can the big, bad Slytherin Prefect do now?” Luna removed her hands and (Y/n) whimpered at the loss of contact. Luna now stood above (Y/n) with dominance. “Take off your pants.” She said, the airy and somewhat crazy tone she usually had was gone replaced by a husky tone. (Y/n) fumbled with the belt of her jeans. But it was taking too long. Luna grumbled and started undoing (Y/n)’s zipper and buttons. The pants had just come loose when both the Slytherin and the Ravenclaw heard murmuring and footsteps outside the common room door. “Oh Merlin. I can’t be seen here!” (Y/n) panicked as she hurriedly redressed herself and looked out the window, hoping for a quick getaway. “(Y/n). Over here” Luna said, the air of crazy in her voice had returned. (Y/n) spun around and saw Luna standing by the fireplace, she pulled on a loose brick on the side and the whole fireplace shifted to the side revealing a secret passage. “Brilliant. Luna you’re gorgeous!” (Y/n) said as she jumped over the couch she was lying on moments ago and ducked into the passage. Luna pushed the brick back into place and the fireplace started to move back. “You owe me what’s in your pants!” Luna called as (Y/n) ran down the secret passage. The secret passage led (Y/n) into Snape’s potion class. One of the many stone tiles that created the floor moved up and across as (Y/n) climbed out of it. (Y/n) hurriedly replaced the tile and dusted her green robes off. Once her robes were once again immaculate, (Y/n) started to move towards the exit but before she took two steps the door was opened. In came Professor Snape himself, his calculating and cold eyes found (Y/n) and widened slightly in surprise. “Miss Malfoy.” Started Snape “What, may I ask, are you doing in my class room?” If this encounter happened on her first year, (Y/n) would have freaked the magic out of her. Luckily Snape seemed fond of (Y/n) and her brother, especially (Y/n) who had made Prefect. “I was looking for ingredients to brew a Polyjuice potion sir. I was going to use it for a harmless party trick.” (Y/n) smiled at Snape “I was looking for some powdered Bicorn horn” Snape nodded and moved elegantly across the room to his desk where racks of potion ingredients were bottled and organized. Snape plucked one of the many bottles from the rack shelf and presented it to (Y/n). “Thirty-five grams of powdered Bicorn horn. Enough for seven batches of Polyjuice potion. Just promise not to turn into me or any of the other professors for that fact” (Y/n) nodded earnestly at Snape’s instructions and gratefully took the vial. “Thank you, professor. I look forward to seeing you in potions tomorrow!” As (Y/n) moved to leave Snape spoke again, this time sounding more serious. “Another moment please (Y/n)” he said, (Y/n) turned around once again, Snape looked at her curiously. “Have you been fighting?” The question startled (Y/n) so much she almost dropped her powdered Bicorn horn. “No professor!” She answered truthfully “Well, not since year one but that brat Granger had it coming. Oh look at me, I know everything la de da de da” (Y/n) grumbled sarcastically, Snape smiled at the reaction. “Honestly, she is such a bore” “Then, can you tell me why you have bruises on your neck?” (Y/n)’s face contorted into one of disbelief and fear, her hand rushed to her neck in a vain attempt to hide the love bites Luna had marked her with. “Uhh, it was umm…” (Y/n) for once had no easy explanation to her predicament she looked anywhere but Snape’s face, Snape’s smile grew slightly. “Is there someone I should tell Lucius about?” he asked quizzically, (Y/n)’s head snapped back to attention. “NO! Please don’t!” She pleaded, Snape looked taken back at the urgency in (Y/n)’s voice. “Very, well. Good day miss Malfoy” (Y/n) bowed slightly to her professor and rushed away back to the Slytherin common room. As she walked through Hogwarts, the Slytherin Princess gained many looks of both hate and fear. (Y/n) sighed as a group of Hufflepuffs hurriedly moved out of her way and began whispering when they thought she was gone. It wasn’t a long walk from Snape’s class to the Slytherin dorm, so (Y/n) didn’t really meet many people. She walked up to the entrance and uttered the code phrase. “Blood-Born” she said and the dungeon wall shifted down revealing the Slytherin common room. There were a few people working in the few chairs or couches that occupied the floor. A group of First-years were talking in the corner, laughing at their own jokes about Mudbloods and muggle-borns. (Y/n) sighed sadly while making her way to the end of the room, past the fire and up to a blank wall. The left side of the wall was for the Prefect of the house and only (Y/n) could open it this year. The right was for the Head boy or girl if they were in Slytherin. No one had been inside in over two hundred years. (Y/n) swished her hand over the wall and the left part of the wall split apart and opened up into a spacious room. The Prefect bedroom was extremely nice. (Y/n) got a queen sized four poster bed with emerald drapes, a mahogany desk to write her papers and a sizable potions station which Snape had managed to sneak in six year prior. Sitting in his glass cage on (Y/n)’s desk was her pet snake, Balthazar was a baby Black Mamba who was enchanted to never reach bigger than two feet long, currently he was only about a foot but looked smaller because he was coiled up under the heat from the heat lamp (Y/n) had placed above his terrarium. (Y/n) smiled as she walked over to the world’s most dangerous breed of snake and pulled an unconscious mouse from one of the pockets in her robes. (Y/n) dropped the mouse into the terrarium and Balthazar finally decided to wake up. The mouse’s eyes snapped open and it looked around frantically, trying to determine where it was. Unfortunately, the mouse realized where it was indeed, its horrified eyes met the hungry and powerful eyes of Balthazar and the mouse barely had time to squeak before Balthazar swallowed it whole. Balthazar let out a hiss of pleasure as his food began to digest. He felt his owner pet his head with her fingers. “Good boy Balth” cooed (Y/n) before she sat down at her desk and began her homework. It took her a few hours but thankfully she had finally finished Professor Hagrid’s homework, a five-foot explanation on the habitat and nature of a Honey Badger, the only magical creature that Muggles know of without realizing it. (Y/n) looked out the window in her room, out across the black lake where she saw Mermaids and the Giant Squid swimming around peacefully. A knock on the door interrupted (Y/n)’s thoughts. With a swish of her wand the wall split open again and Draco Malfoy stepped in, the wall closing behind him. “Greetings sister dearest!” he said happily, which was often a sign of him doing something bad. “Hello Draco” (Y/n) spun her chair around to face her brother. “What brings you in here?” Draco pouted at her words. “What? Can I not see how my sister plans to become Head Girl?” (Y/n) scoffed loudly. “Draco, we haven’t hung out properly since you were seven. And no, I won’t tell you how I plan on becoming Head Girl because I don’t know myself.” Draco sat down on your bed. “Well…” “Off the bed” Draco stood from the bed “Is something wrong (Y/n)” Draco asked, his voice holding sincerity a rare feat. “There is indeed, Draco.” (Y/n) gestured to the corner of her desk and Draco sat where he was told. “What I am about to tell you, cannot leave this room… Okay?” (Y/n) asked, her voice deadly serious. In response Draco stood again and brought out his wand. “Muffilato” Draco cast the muffling spell on the door so it was impossible for people to hear what was going on inside. Draco returned his attention to his sister. “Draco, I’m not like ordinary girls.” Draco raised an eyebrow at his sister’s words but said nothing “I… I am in love with another girl” (Y/n) spilled her deepest, darkest secret. Draco’s eyes widened exponentially in surprise, he took a step back in shock. If (Y/n) was younger she would have cried, but she was older, mature and confident, she was the Slytherin Princess. She didn’t cry. “You’re, gay?” Draco asked uncertainly, (Y/n) nodded as she stood from her desk and jumped onto her bed. Lying her head on the Pegasus down pillows. “As Gay as gay can be” (Y/n) watched as Draco tried to process this, his face contorting into many emotions. “It’s, it’s not the Granger is it?” Draco sneered “Eww, the Mudblood. Draco come on, you know that’s not me!” (Y/n) said and Draco sighed in relief. “Well that’s good at least. So, who is it?” “It’s Lovegood” At (Y/n)’s confession Draco’s mind exploded. “LOONEY LOVEGOOD!” he shouted in shock and (Y/n) scowled at him. “I’d appreciate if you didn’t belittle my girlfriend and hopefully your future sister-in-law.” Dracon couldn’t close his mouth after the bombshell his sister had dropped. “Wh-What? Seriously?” Draco couldn’t seem to comprehend it. “Seriously” (Y/n) was worried that Draco wouldn’t accept the person she had come to love, which was disheartening but acceptable after all she valued Draco’s opinions but she loved Luna. “Very well… I support you” At Draco’s words (Y/n) smiled and embraced her brother lovingly. “Thanks Draco. You’re the best. Just don’t tell dad” “I promise I won’t.” The next morning when (Y/n) woke up she did her normal routine of brushing her teeth, showering and relieving herself. As (Y/n) spat out her toothpaste she saw that Luna’s love bites were still marking her. A deep blush crossed over (Y/n)’s pale cheeks as she took her emerald and silver coloured scarf from its stand and wrapped it around her neck. After giving another mouse to Balthazar (Y/n) left for breakfast. When (Y/n) entered the Great Hall for breakfast she saw Luna at the end of the Ravenclaw table. A smile tugged at your lips as you sauntered over to the younger Ravenclaw. Draco smiled at you as you walked closer but his smile faltered when you passed him. A look of confusion crossed not only his face but as well as those around him. But when Draco looked ahead of you and saw Luna he smiled and returned to his breakfast. Luna was happily munching on a piece of toast when she saw someone sit down beside her. A smile graced her lips when she saw it was her Slytherin Princess. “Hello (Y/n)” Luna greeted, (Y/n) smiled back fighting the urge to smother the Ravenclaw with kisses. “Good morning miss Lovegood, how are we today?” asked (Y/n). “Well I don’t know about you but, I am doing fine. Although I feel better now that you’re here” (Y/n)’s smile broadened at this, she opened her mouth to say more but was interrupted by an unusually brave sounding voice. “Get away from her, Slytherin!” Growled Nevil Longbottom. (Y/n) looked Nevil dead in his eyes and rose slowly. (Y/n), despite being female, towered over Nevil by a head. The Slytherin Princess scowled at Nevil, the Gryffindor gulped instantly regretting his decision. The Slytherin inside (Y/n) wanted to teach this pompous brat a lesson. A low, dangerous growl rumbled in (Y/n)’s throat and Nevil took a shaky step backwards. The only thought that kept (Y/n) from casting a curse on the interrupting fool was that it would mean she would never be Head Girl. “Fine” growled (Y/n). Nevil looked at her astonished and (Y/n) whipped around, her robes swirling behind her like a sea of emerald green. It was then that (Y/n) realized that the entire Great Hall had gone quiet to watch the exchange between Gryffindor and Slytherin. As (Y/n) walked calmly to her seat beside Draco she heard hurried murmurs break out. No doubt questioning her reputation as a badass. “What was that?” asked Draco in a voice just lower than a yell “You could have mopped the floor with that sniveling coward!” The other nearby Slytherins looked at their prefect, silently asking the same question. “If I even touched that coward then I would have no chance at Head Girl” (Y/n) explained and realization dawned in the Slytherin minds. “Best to stay away from Gryffindor entirely” (Y/n) sulked, Draco looked at his sister with sadness and placed a hand on her shoulder. (Y/n) scowled at nothing as she chomped angrily on her breakfast. The first half of the day was dull and boring. True (Y/n) excelled in all subjects from Muggle Studies and Care for Magical Creatures to Potions and Transfigurations. But it seemed that this particular Friday was meant to be abnormally dull and boring. It wasn’t until potions that something noteworthy happened. (Y/n) was memorizing the chemical composition of a particularly potent and powerful sedative potion when there was a squawk from the window. All the students from both Gryffindor and Slytherin looked up from what they were doing to see what was happening. Snape crossed the room having just told Nevil off for improper use of Lacewing wings and opened the window. In swooped a brilliantly coloured, red and gold Phoenix that (Y/n) had seen once or twice before. It was Fawkes, Dumbledore’s pet. Snape recoiled in shock as did most of the students present. (Y/n) noticed with disgust that the Golden Trio; Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger all sat up and waited expectantly for Fawkes. “Probably to give those snobby brats another award or some Hippogriff crap” (Y/n) grumbled to herself and busied herself with her chemical compositions again. That was, until Fawkes landed on her desk. Looking up (Y/n) saw the Phoenix tilting its head at her, Fawkes held out its leg and (Y/n) untied the note attached to it. As soon as (y/n) held the note in her hands, Fawkes flew away out the window and Snape resumed his lesson. “Dear Lady (Y/n) Malfoy. It has come to my attention that we need to have a chat. Please come and meet me in my office at your earliest convenience. ~Dumbledore. P.S. The password is Lemon Drop.” When (Y/n) was done reading the letter her heart sank with dread. Dumbledore probably wanted to tell (Y/n) that there was no point in her applying for the Head Girl position. Nevertheless (Y/n) raised her hand into the air, painfully aware of the confused yet cocky smirks the Golden Trio were sending her way. “Professor Snape.” (Y/n) called, Snape turned his attention from the Gryffindor Dean Thomas to look at her. “Yes Miss Malfoy?” he asked slowly “May I please be excused for the rest of the lesson?” Snape looked at the note in (Y/n)’s hand. “Have you finished the set task yet?” asked Snape, immediately (Y/n) produced a small vial from her desk, beside her cauldron. “Yes professor. One vial of poison fog” Snape reached out his hand and (Y/n) placed the small glass vial into it. Snape looked at the corked vial curiously, keen eyes searching for any mistake. “Hmm, exemplary work again Miss Malfoy.” He complimented before addressing the rest of the class. “You could all learn from Miss Malfoy, this one vial looks strong enough to kill a Firewyrm” There was clapping from the Slytherin students and grumbling from the Gryffindors. Hermione sneered at (Y/n) coldly, (Y/n) ignored her much to the anger of the Granger child. “Does that mean I can go professor?” asked (Y/n). Instead of a verbal answer, Snape merely waved his hand in a ‘shoo’ gesture. (Y/n) quickly gathered her books and exited the dungeon. (Y/n) watched as the golden statue of the phoenix slowly rose as stairs leading to Dumbledore’s office followed. With a strong grip on her satchel strap (Y/n) ascended the stair case. At the top she saw the hundreds of living portraits of old Headmasters and Headmistresses, most were conversing with each other while some had their eyes closed as they ‘slept.’ Dumbledore sat behind his vast desk, Fawkes was sitting on his perch beside him. “Ah! (Y/n) Malfoy. How wonderful it is to see you. I hope I didn’t disturb your class?” Started Dumbledore as he filed away a roll of parchment. “Not at all Headmaster.” (Y/n) spoke confidently yet a part of her wanted to run and hide, preferably with a certain Ravenclaw. “Very good, very good. In any case I called you here for a very important matter. Please, take a seat” The old wizard gestured to the two seats opposite him on the other side of his desk. (Y/n) sat down. “Is this about my wanting to apply for the Head Girl position?” (Y/n) asked, Dumbledore smiled at the Slytherin. “It is indeed. I must say, over the years of your studies here you have shown qualities that are perfect for the role of a Head Student.” (Y/n)’s eyes lit up for a moment before she spoke. “However?” “However, your actions regarding those not in Slytherin are less than appealing. I saw your application letter and form and addressed the other professors about it. They aggreged you would be an excellent candidate. But only if you treated those in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and yes even Gryffindor with respect and unbiased views” “Yes sir, I will try my best” Dumbledore waved his hand. “You need not try your best. If you simply treat others with even half the respect you treat a certain Ravenclaw with, then you will no doubt get the position” (Y/n) blushed as her eyes widened in shock. “Sir, I have no idea what you are talking about!” (Y/n) spoke urgently and Dumbledore chuckled. “Maybe I am mistaken. Very well, that is all. Have fun Miss Malfoy” (Y/n) nodded and rose from her chair before descending back into the corridors of Hogwarts. It had been a week since Dumbledore had given (Y/n) his advice. And (Y/n) was freaking out. (Y/n) had been doing everything she could think off to comply with Dumbledore’s words. She stopped any fights that broke out and reported fairly and had taken a grand total of twenty-five points from Slytherin because of ‘dishonorable behavior.’ On the Monday when (Y/n) had gotten her mail she noticed that she got one from her father. She skimmed over it and saw that he wasn’t pleased with her taking points away from Slytherin but accepted that it was for her to be Head Girl. Luna and (Y/n) hadn’t told anyone else about their relationship but Luna was worried for (Y/n). If the Slytherin Princess kept up the pace she was now then she wouldn’t be able to focus at all and ruin all her chances of getting Head Girl. So, Luna told (Y/n) to meet her in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. With a quick spell from (Y/n)’s wand, the annoying ghost girl disappeared down a toilet. “So, what did you want to talk about Luna?” (Y/n) asked as she replaced her wand back into the pocket of her robes. “We are going on a date” Luna stated, (Y/n) cocked an eyebrow. “Luna, what about all the fights and stuff, if I don’t stop them…” “Then someone else will of course. So, in one hour meet me in the clocktower courtyard, we’re going to Hogsmeade.” And with the short conversation over, Luna left the Bathroom skipping down the halls her bare feet slapping against the cold stone. Three quarters of an hour later (Y/n) was finally ready for her date with Luna. She had donned some special robes of emerald green and obsidian black. The robes were custom made by one of the Slytherin Princess’s favorite tailors and was nice and form fitting. The cloth and leather hugged (Y/n)’s body tightly showing off all her curves whilst still retaining the look of superiority and command. Next (Y/n) had donned an emerald green and silver cloak. The cloak itself shimmered and sparkled in any light and was made from real emerald dust, it wasn’t long for this reason barely stretching down to her knees, but Luna had said she loved the soft feeling of the fabric. (Y/n) left her room after giving Balthazar an extra-large rat to toy with. After the wall sealed shut behind her, (Y/n) saw that a few Slytherins were working in the common room. Which was odd because Slytherins hardly ever worked, and never the first years. But most of the house was here, writing essays or doing homework. (Y/n) saw Draco lying on a couch, a book of magical creatures in his hands. “What happened? Why’s everyone working?” (Y/n) asked and noted how awful that sounded out loud. Draco noticed this as well. “What’s wrong sister? Do you want us to stop?” he asked innocently causing his sister to glare at him. “No, you know what I mean” “Fine… Everyone wants to make sure you get Head Girl. I mean, Slytherin hasn’t had a Head Student in over what, two-hundred years!” Draco exclaimed “We thought that if the whole of Slytherin worked together to better their grades it might help your chances” The rest of the common room was now looking at (Y/n) to gauge her reaction. (Y/n) looked out across the sea of faces. “Thank you. What you are doing is what we’re are all about. After all, who is cunning enough to be the best?” (Y/n) addressed the crowd “SLYTHERIN!” They replied. “Who deserves it the most?” “SLYTHERIN!” “What’s the best house?” “SLYTHERIN!” with that, the common room erupted into cheers, a new sense of drive spurring them to complete their homework to an even higher standard. (Y/n) returned her attention to her brother. “I have to go, I’m meeting Luna.” (Y/n) said, making sure her cloak was fastened securely to her shoulders. Draco raised an eyebrow and a smirk spread over his face. “Oh? Well home by eight dearest sister. And no snogging!” (Y/n) glared at Draco who chuckled loudly which turned to nervous laughter when (Y/n) reached for her wand. “Okay, okay I’m sorry. Heesh, can’t take a joke?” With that, (Y/n) left the common room, her cloak swishing behind her. Luna and (Y/n) walked out of the Three Broomsticks with full, warm bellies and joyous expressions on their faces. The two young lovers were having the best time they had, had in a long time. They went to Zonko’s joke shop, the Three Broomsticks and the post office to look at all the owls. After their drinks at the Three Broomsticks, Luna had wanted to see the Shrieking Shack. The pair made their way over to the fence that walled off the ‘haunted’ house and watched as the wooden structure seemed to sway in the breeze. (Y/n) saw that Luna was shivering slightly in the brisk wind and wrapped a cloak covered arm around Luna’s waist. Luna smiled fondly and leaned her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder. But the peace and serenity was not to last for Luna and (Y/n). “HEY!” Shouted an annoying voice, the couple turned around and saw Nevil standing there with some other Gryffindor who looked like he had a Muggle camera. Nevil charged towards the lesbians with anger in his eyes. But the pair didn’t separate. “I thought I told you to stay away from her Slytherin!” Nevil yelled, pulling out his wand and pointing it at the Slytherin Princess. (Y/n) looked at Nevil curiously. “Stay out of it Longbottom. Before you get yourself hurt” (Y/n) warned, a dangerous glint in your eye. Nevil had the audacity to laugh. “I’m not afraid of you! After all, I made you back down in the Great Hall where I saved my lady love Luna Lovegood!” “You didn’t save me. You actually ruined a nice conversation I was having.” Luna spoke calmly, Nevil looked at Luna flabbergasted. “Alright what have you done to her Slytherin? A mind potion? Or curse?” asked the Gryffindor. “She has done nothing to me. However, I can tell she wants to hurt you.” Luna spoke again. “We’ll see about that. Flippindo!” Nevil tried to cast the knockback jinx but nothing happened, he had pronounced it wrong. Now it was time for (Y/n) to laugh. A cold, terrifying laugh that chilled Nevil’s blood as he shook in fear. “You think you can tell me what to do, ME? The Slytherin Princess, without knowing how to cast the simple knockback jinx?” (Y/n)’s voice was cold and void of any emotion. Nevil trembled in fear. But it wasn’t (Y/n) that took the step forward. Luna stepped forward intent on delivering a sharp attack to the boy’s face. But a hand shot from behind her and grabbed her arm just as her clenched fist was inches from Nevil’s nose. There was a snapping noise and a flash of light as the other Gryffindor’s camera went off. The other three looked at him as he beamed at his camera. “This will be gold for a Hogwarts newsletter” he exclaimed before scurrying off at the sight of (Y/n)’s glare. (Y/n) returned her attention to the cowering Nevil who was now in a fetal position in the snow. “Come on Luna. Let’s get back.” She said, Luna nodded happily and the pair walked away hand in hand back to Hogwarts. (Y/n) was sitting at her Prefect’s table in the library, a caldron bubbling in front of her. Beside the Slytherin Princess was a metal tray of various hair samples and beyond that, a test tube rack holding several empty crystal vials. (Y/n) was finally starting her Polyjuice potion, intent on using it with several other Slytherins for some fun at the end of the year. (Y/n) hummed quietly to herself as other students walked past with their books. (Y/n) paid them no mind as she added the powdered Bicorn horn to her concoction. Then (Y/n) noticed a pair of boots in her peripheral vision before the owner of the boots gave an exaggerated cough. (Y/n) looked up from the bubbling blue surface of her potion and saw her most dreaded nightmare, Hermione Granger. (Y/n) groaned in annoyance. “What do you want, Granger?” (Y/n) asked exasperated. “I just came to tell you that you shouldn’t bother running for Head Girl” Said the annoying Mudblood. (Y/n) looked at the Gryffindor angrily. “And why’s that?” Hermione smiled “Because I’m running. And there’s no way the professors would be stupid enough to choose you over me” At Hermione’s words (Y/n) felt a fire in her stomach, she wanted to utterly destroy this girl. “So really, you should just go back to what you do best. Being an ass like your brother and the rest of Slytherin” A few other people in the library were watching the exchange now with unsure gazes. (Y/n) rose from her seat to her full height, towering over Hermione. “Listen here, Granger. You can insult me all you like, that’s fine. But you insult my brother or my house again and I won’t care if I go to Azkaban for your disappearance.” Her voice a whisper so those in the library other than herself and Hermione wouldn’t hear. “The fact that you would go through all this trouble to tell me to stop, really suggests that you fear me Granger… Now, leave me!” (Y/n) said more loudly to make it seem like that was all she had said after she had stood up. Hermione let out a huff of superiority and turned on her heels and left the library. The end of the school year was edging closer. Most of the Slytherins had gotten their marks back and were ecstatic to know that on a whole, the Slytherin house had the second-best average of test scores overall, next to Ravenclaw. (Y/n) and her Slytherin friends were outside the castle walls next to the Black Lake, as was most of the Hogwarts student body. People were relaxing all around. The Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were feeding the Giant squid. Some Ravenclaws were doing extra-credit work, busy writing their essays in the warm sun. The Slytherins were gathered in a group with their pets all joyously laughing and joking as the older ones showed them some potions and fireworks. Crabbe and Goyle shot a huge firework that exploded brightly in the sky, despite the sun. The firework crackled to life as a giant slithering snake that coiled around before extinguishing itself in the Black Lake, showering Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs with water. ��Sorry!” (Y/n) called over before she erupted into a fit of laughter. (Y/n) brought out her Polyjuice potion and placed several vials into the ground. All the Slytherins looked on in wonder at what their Prefect had in store for them. “Ladies and Boys of Slytherin. Today I present to you, a last hurrah before we see if Slytherin will have its first Head Student in over two-hundred years” (Y/n) spoke, there was curious murmurings around from the Slytherins and a few other students from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor looked over to watch. “I give you… Polyjuice Potion!” A gasp of surprise escaped the crowd. “Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy. Come up here and let’s have a game.” The four aforementioned Slytherins stood and grabbed a vial. “Who are we gonna turn into to?” asked Pansy, looking at her vial curiously. (Y/n) smiled at her. “No idea!” That got everyone’s attention “I mixed the vials around so much that I have no idea which is which.” (Y/n) grabbed the remaining vial “Bottoms up!” with a flick of her thumb, (Y/n) uncorked the vial and downed the contents. The effects were immediate. First (Y/n)’s hair changed from straight blonde curtains to curly brown locks. Next her nose grew slightly wider and her eyes changed colour, she grew shorter in size and her bust shrunk a cup size. (Y/n) Malfoy was now Hermione Granger. (Y/n) looked around with a giggle as Crabbe turned into a skinny Hufflepuff boy, Goyle turned into Nevil, Pansy turned into Ron and Draco turned into Ginny Weasley. The Slytherins of all ages burst out in laughter, so did those watching. Draco looked down confused, he grabbed his new breasts and squeezed them. “Huh, weird” he said, those around him laughed, Pansy was mortified. “AHHH! GET HIM OUT OF ME!” she shrieked as she ran through the crowd gaining more bursts of laughter. Crabbe and Goyle poked each other’s faces in confusion. They really were quite dumb because Goyle somehow poked Crabbe in his eye. (Y/n) walked around as Hermione, strutting her stuff. “Oh look at me. I’m Hermione Granger!” (Y/n) spoke with an unnaturally high voice, all people present, Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs included laughed as she frolicked around. “I know everything! And don’t you forget it, or I’ll ramble on for hours and hours explaining why I’m better than you in every way!” This sent everyone overboard. Most people were now rolling over the green grass with laughter. “And yet with all my smarts I’ve fallen for Ron Weasley! I mean you’d think I would have known better but… NOPE!” More laughter before suddenly silence. (Y/n) looked around in confusion, everyone’s faces had gone extremely pale as they looked behind (Y/n). The Slytherin Princess turned around slowly. And was relieved to see Professor Snape standing before her. “And what is the meaning of this. Granger?” He asked coldly. (Y/n) smiled. “Oh Professor Snape, it’s me (Y/n). Remember why I needed that Bicorn horn earlier?” The professor hummed at her words and held out his hand. “The vial, now.” A young Slytherin, probably a second year, ran up and gave Snape the vial (Y/n) had drunk from. Snape held the crystal vial to his noise and sniffed. He nodded satisfied. “Carry on then, Miss Malfoy” he finished as he returned the vial and walked away with hands clasped in front of him, back to the castle. (Y/n) then restarted the fun by slapping Pansy who was looking down her pants at Ron’s junk. After a few minutes of fun, there was a booming trumpet sound from the forest. Everyone’s heads swiveled around and saw the tops of trees moving as they were pushed aside by something big. (Y/n) stopped her frolicking in horror as a group of first year Gryffindors rushed out of the Forbidden Forest in terror. “RUN!” They screamed but it was too late. The tree line burst open as a gigantic mammoth looking beast with black fur and golden tusks turned the trees to splinters with its charge. It blew a battle cry from its trunk before scratching the ground with its feet in preparation for another charge, straight at the castle. Luckily (Y/n) never left her room without her potions belt. (Y/n) started running to the giant, tower sized, mammoth as others ran from it. The Slytherin Princess grabbed and uncorked a yellow coloured vial and drank its contents. With a roar of challenge (Y/n) charged the beast with renewed energy, gained from the hyper strength potion she recently drank. The beast thundered towards the school, (Y/n) pumped her legs hard into the ground and she ran faster, the Slytherin saw that a first year Gryffindor was in the direct path of the Mammoth, frozen in shock. “Shit” muttered (Y/n). With her now extremely powerful legs, (Y/n) jumped through the air, over the heads of retreating students. The mammoth was now only a dozen meters away from the boy. Luckily (Y/n) landed right in between the two and grabbed the pointed tips of the mammoth’s tusks and dg her feet into the ground. The beast’s momentum pushed her back but (Y/n)’s hyper strength was holding, her arms didn’t even falter as the she held the Beast at bay. (Y/n) looked behind her at the stunned Gryffindor who still hadn’t moved. “RUN!” (Y/n) growled in a primal grunt. The Gryffindor scurried away in fear. (Y/n) shifted her gaze back to the mammoth who was also looking at her stunned. It tried to tug its tusks away but (Y/n) held firm. “Not yet big boy” (Y/n) muttered sadistically. (Y/n) yanked on the tusks hard. The points broke off and the mammoth fell to the ground with a thud. (Y/n) threw the two three foot, golden, bone tusks to the ground as the mammoth stood shakily. It blew its trunk in (Y/n)’s face but its trumpet was cut short as (Y/n) gripped the flesh with her hands. The cry died in its throat. (Y/n)’s smile grew as she started spinning. Thanks to the hyper strength potion (Y/n) was able to spin the giant mammoth around like it was a baby. With little effort (Y/n) spun the beast around in a circle a few times before letting go and the wooly beast flew back, far into the Forbidden Forest. (Y/n) dusted her hands and smiled at a job well done. The end of year feast was now in session. (Y/n) sat at her usual spot at the head of the Slytherin table, Draco on her left and Blaise on her right. The Slytherin Princess watched as her house mates ate joyously, but a sense of dread had cemented itself in (Y/n)’s heart. At the end of the feast, Dumbledore would announce the new head students. (Y/n) barely touched her food, instead she looked from the High Table with all the Heads of Houses and the Headmaster to Hermione who was smirking boastfully at her like she had already won. (Y/n)’s eyes fond Luna’s who wasn’t that far from her, Luna shamelessly made two circles with her fingers and mashed them together with a kiss in (Y/n)’s direction. (Y/n) blushed furiously at the gesture, but before she could retort Dumbledore stood from his chair and made his way to the podium to announce the end of year announcements. “Attention please” he asked, the room fell into silence as the powerful wizard addressed the students. “It is that time of year again, where we say goodbye. Goodbye to those who taught us and those who learnt with us. Goodbye to those that will never return here as students. But it is also a time for recognition. Before I announce the House Cup winners, I will announce next year’s Head Boy and Head Girl.” (Y/n) shuffled in her seat. “Before I start I would like to say that it was very hard for me and my fellow professors to decide on only two Head Students. However, only two there can be. First the Head Boy. Congratulations to… Theodore Ghastly, Hufflepuff!” There was a tremendous eruption of cheering from the Hufflepuff table as a boy with short brown hair and round glasses made his way to the front beside Dumbledore where this year’s Head Students were waiting. Theodore took the Head Boy badge from his predecessor and pinned it to his yellow robes. Dumbledore smiled at the boy. “Next the Head Girl. And I must say that all candidates were very worthy of the role. In any case next year’s Head Girl is… Hermione Granger, Gryffindor!” Another bout of tremendous cheering from the Gryffindor table as Hermione made her way to the high table. (Y/n) slumped in her seat with defeat, she banged her head on the table but clapped nonetheless as her rival accepted the award. But Professor McGonigal whispered something urgently in Dumbledore’s ear. “Oh well, in that case.” He mumbled. “Ahem, there seems to have been a mistake. Next year’s Head Girl is… (Y/n) Malfoy of Slytherin!” At this (Y/n)’s head rose abruptly in shock and the Slytherin table went ballistic, as did the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables while only a few Gryffindors clapped, the rest muttering about conspiracies. (Y/n) quickly made her way to the High Table and accepted the Head Girl bade from the old Head Girl, a girl from Ravenclaw, with grace and pinned it to her robes, standing beside Dumbledore. “Congratulations to our new Head Students.” Dumbledore finished. As (Y/n) made her way back to her seat, everyone was confused when she walked past it. Even Dumbledore stopped talking. (Y/n) Malfoy, future Head Girl of Hogwarts walked past the head of Slytherin table over to the Ravenclaw table where a certain blonde was sitting. (Y/n) grasped Luna’s hands and hoisted the girl to her feet, where (Y/n) smashed her lips onto Luna’s who graciously accepted the kiss, flinging her arms around the older girl. The entire Great Hal was in a state of shock. Before Draco Malfoy stood and started clapping and whistling. Blaise and the other Slytherin’s followed his lead and soon the rest of the wizards and witches were cheering for the new couple. (Y/n) couldn’t remember the rest of the feast but later Draco said they won House Cup because of how (Y/n) stopped the mammoth. The Slytherins partied that night like they had never partied before. Another feast had appeared in the common room and banners with the Malfoy crest hung from the dungeon roof. Everyone cheered as (Y/n) entered with Luna. “To the Head Girl!” Draco shouted and there were more cheers, someone handed (y/n) a mug of Butterbeer and she was surprised to see it was Snape. “Professor? I didn’t expect to see you here” (Y/n) exclaimed and Snape chuckled. “I haven’t seen what is in that room ever, no one in over two-hundred years has” he replied pointing at the entrance to the Head Student’s quarters. “I wish to see what is inside” “Well then, let’s open it up!” (Y/n) shouting and was encouraged with more cheers. The new Head Girl of Hogwarts waved her hand over the wall and one by one the bricks folded away as if they were made by paper. The room inside was ginormous. As if it was built for a king. A large, super king-sized four-poster bed was built in the middle of the back wall. A huge chemistry/potions station covered an entire wall. Huge opening windows showed the Black Lake and a section of non-opening windows showed under the water. A large desk the same size of Dumbledore’s was tucked away in the corner and the sides of the entrance that hadn’t folded way were enchanted so that whoever was inside could see into the common room as if nothing was there, but people couldn’t see inside. Emerald hilted swords lined the section of the wall behind the bed. Emerald coloured drapes were tied to the posts of the bed and, like the Prefect room, the cover of the bed was embroidered with the Slytherin Crest. A shield bearing the same crest hung directly above where (Y/n) would lay her head in a mountain of pillows. The Slytherins, Professor Snape and the one Ravenclaw looked around the room in awe. (Y/n) smiled as she dashed forward and jumped onto the bed, sinking into the soft, Griffin down mattress and pillows. It too two hours for Luna and (Y/n) to get people out of (Y/n)’s new room, even with Snape’s help. Now, with the entrance once again closed, Luna and (Y/n) laid together on the bed their arms and legs tangled together. “Luna. I think I love you” (Y/n) said as she ran a manicured hand through Luna’s soft hair. Luna didn’t miss a beat. “I believe I love you too (Y/n).” she said, the pair came together for a tender kiss. Soon however, Luna had to go as she needed to pack her bags for the morning. When she left a note blinked into exitance on (Y/n)’s desk. (Y/n) walked over and read the yellow parchment. “Congratulations Slytherin. I am extremely pleased that you have made Head Girl, (Y/n) Malfoy. You bring vast honor to Slytherin house. ~Salazar Slytherin.” (Y/n) closed the note with a smile. She was about to head back to bed when the corner of her room slid away revealing a passage way. Feeling curious (Y/n) entered the dark corridor and followed it. The corridor must have been enchanted as (Y/n) had barely walked five steps when she was forced to open a hatch which led into a vast bathroom. The bathroom here was like that of the one for the Prefects. With a large pool and fountain dominating the space. Stained glass windows in the depictions of mermaids and snakes moved around lazily. The fountain in the middle of the pool shook as a large Basilisk statue rose into the center. In the four corners of the bubble covered pool were statues of the four house animals. A Snake, from which (Y/n) had entered from under, a Lion, Honey badger and Raven. “The Head Girl’s bathroom” (Y/n) breathed in awe as she looked out across one of the windows near the edge of the pool to see all of Hogwarts grounds spread beneath her. The Slytherin Princess nodded to herself in pleasure. “Luna’s gonna love this” (Y/n) and Luna stepped off the Hogwarts Express and (Y/n) marched the girl over to her parents, Draco trailing behind. “(Y/n)” Lucius greeted coldly “Who is this girl?” “Dad, this is my girlfriend. Luna Lovegood.” (Y/n) stated strongly, not backing down. Lucius looked Luna up and down. “I suppose. What with the way you became Head Girl. That I will allow it.” (Y/n) smiled but Luna frowned. “So if she hadn’t become Head Girl you wouldn’t have allowed us? That doesn’t seem very fatherly to me” Luna spoke, (Y/n) looked at her in fear as her eyes darted between her lover and her father. “Excuse me?” Lucius wasn’t used to those he saw beneath him talking to him. “I said, if she hadn’t become Head Girl you wouldn’t have allowed us? That doesn’t seem very fatherly to me” Lucius growled at Luna. “Listen here girl, I have half a mind to make sure you live on the streets!” Lucius whisper threateningly and this time (Y/n) stepped in. She stepped in between her father and Luna. “I won’t let you do that father. I won’t have you threatening my girlfriend” She said, confidence clear in her voice. Lucius looked at his daughter, his wife and son watching the trio with anxious expressions. “Fine” was all the current head of the Malfoy family said. And with that, the Malfoys and one Lovegood travelled to Malfoy Manor and as the sun set on the horizon, Luna and (Y/n) cuddled together clothes off, making out furiously. After their kissing session Luna smiled at (Y/n). “Looks like the Slytherin Princess has become the Slytherin Queen” she stated. (Y/n) placed a sweet kiss to Luna’s nose tip. “Only if you’ll be my queen”

#readerinsert #luna lovegood x reader #romance #slytherin #harry potter #hogwarts #angst #hermione granger #malfoy

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defleurtradingco · 4 years

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Éclaire de la Lune- Chocolate

(Previous: Sun, Next: Fruit)

"There is a bit of a social gathering I am hosting the next weekend and I would love to have some of your pastries there as part of the catering. Are you taking larger orders by any chance?"

Even Fortunato couldn't help but be moderately stunned at the request. "..No er- well we have not been open for very long for people to ask… I could take an order for you, yes."

"Excellent! I will fill you in on all the details soon. You have my number, if something happens please, feel free to let me know."

Ange's car pulled up to the side of the bakery.

Fortunato sat in the passenger's seat, feeling more than a bit self conscious. "I could have gotten a ride back, you did not have to drive me."

Ange waved a hand dismissively. "Nonsense, it isn't so far. Tonight was a wonderful evening!"

The cobra's brow quirked as he moved to get out of the car. "...Yes it was...out of the ordinary for me, certainly."

It was late. Some of the traffic had already passed through the area, and there wasn't really anybody around to bother anybody, save for the lonely street lamp a few paces across from the store.

"Are you sure you wanted to be dropped off here? Is your car here?" Ange glanced around, spying a black car parked in front of his own white one (of course.)

"No, I have someone to come and pick me up. There are some things that I need to do in the shop still."

"I see. Well. On that note, a good evening to you Mr. Du Bois. Perhaps we can do this again sometime!"

"Er...yes...thank you for inviting me."

Ange's car turned back onto the street and he smiled at Fortunato, giving him a wave before driving off.

He stood there, watching for a few moments before digging in his pockets for the keys, and unlocking the front door. The bells rang and rattled as he went inside, to the front counter, behind it, and back into the kitchen before standing there in a daze of sorts.

What a strange evening it had been.

And how bold of a stranger to proposition him like that to begin with. Though, it wasn't like he knew who Fortunato even was… not in this state anyway.

Rather than continuing to stand in the middle of the kitchen pondering such things however, he moved to another room, a small office where he kept a desk and a computer system along with the store records and safe.

He sank down into his chair at the desk and spun about halfway, leaning back and staring at the ceiling.

Ange was...charming. In a narcissistic sort of way. The man sure loved to talk, mostly about himself. That had been a good portion of the evening. Just talking. Fortunato couldn't get a word in at the time, though he didn’t consider it bad per se. It may have been a blessing, as he had no idea what backstory to fabricate at a moment’s notice anyway.

He closed his eyes, sighing through his nose.

The confidence, the boldness, the audacity…

These were traits he'd grown used to over years and years with the same partner.

A part of him missed it. Having a social, more outgoing other half. Or...was it a third...

There was a sudden pang in his chest that caught him off guard. An ache. He scrunched up his face and shut his eyes tight, waiting for the sudden swelling in his throat and face that came directly after to disappear.

It did. And he let out a loud exhale of relief.

That hadn't happened in a long time.

These glamours were powerful, Solaina had said. She wasn't wrong.

He spun around again to face the computer, desperate to take his mind off of everything. In the end, he wound up reaching into the desk drawer and pulling out a small video camera, before getting up and taking the tripod sitting in the corner with him back into the kitchen.

All the while wondering what desserts to even make for the incredibly confident, incredibly bold, and incredibly audacious Ange.

Maybe white chocolate.

#eclaire de la lune #dint they ever tell you not to talk to strangers #now look at ya youre a mess

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naefnan · 4 years

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Puzzle book

This was made as a gift for a Secret Sanders in Twitter (and I’m going to say it, I was super nervous about all this). It’s my first time writing and publishing in English (because English isn’t my first language) so… yeah. NERVES, what else what do you want me to say?

Anyways, my person was @mostlysandersidesposts so I hope I did a decent job with what you requested. I know that maybe it’s really rough but I’m a little proud of this.

I hope this can make you smile at least once!

Words: 2441

Pairings/ Characters: None, LAMP platonic, they are just kids, Remus, and maybe I forget Deceit (oops)

TW: Maybe insecure thoughts (If you think I need to add another one just tell me)

Summary: An adventure can bring you more than just your lost favorite book.

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“It’s not here!”

With some echoes, a worrying exclamation bounced in an almost empty classroom.

“I’m certain that I left the book in my seat…”

A chaos of papers, books and notebooks was forming in a seat at the back of the room and the culprit seemed to have no intention of stopping his search.

Logan didn’t talk to many people in his class. He was in third grade, but he didn’t have a group of friends. Well, in full honesty, he didn’t have friends. Period.

He wasn’t bother by this. He preferred to do the projects alone, play alone, without annoying kids playing loudly or meddling on his stuff.

It was easy this way. It was… fine.

Once per week he would usually bring a book to the school to read it in the breaks. It helped him keep his mind busy.

Sometimes it was the wonders of the science’s world like the cosmos, the biosphere. Other times it was just interesting novels, mystery and suspense… or even cunning detectives.

But his favorite book was something different. Never, in all this time, he had dared to take him to school for the fierce fear of losing him.

But that week he was in a good mood.

And he thought that it wouldn’t happen.

And it happened.

“I knew it was a wrong choice…”

“What was a wrong choice?”

A voice in the door was the one that took Logan out of his inner struggles. Curious, unexpected, with a head slightly tilted to the side and a smile.

Logan, tense, just turned his head.

He didn’t want anyone to get into his problem; well, he didn’t want to have a problem, to begin with. But there he was, one of his classmates approaching him, about to get into his problem.

“Sorry, I came here just for my snack.”

Shorty, light brown hair, dark glasses, very similar to the ones he uses, a mess of freckles under his eyes and definitely very, very confused as to why there are papers everywhere.

“Uhm… Do you need some help?”

“No, I’m fine by my own. Thank you.” Logan replied sharply.

“But you seem… a little troubled there.”

This wasn’t going anywhere. Logan was tired, he just wanted to read his book, he just wanted to forget this… thing he was feeling in his chest.

Maybe… just once.

He sighed, having resigned to what could be another bad decision. “On Monday I decided to bring my favorite book to school, but apparently, I lost it,” he explained.

“Oh,” the boy replied, “that doesn’t sound good at all.”

There was a silence. Then…

“I’ll help you find it!” the freckled boy declared enthusiastic.

Now Logan was the confused one. “Why would you do that? I’m just a stranger to you.”

“Yes, but it is something valuable to you…right?”

Logan nodded slowly. “Very.”

“Then I’m helping you! Like my mom always says: Join and conquer”

“Actually, that’s not how the saying goes.”

“Really?” The boy’s mistake didn’t prevent a smile from forming on his face. “Well, it works anyway” he shrugged.

“No, I think it doe-”

A greeting hand interrupted Logan. It was filled with joy.

“I’m Patton Lockheart.”

After a moment of hesitation, he returned the gesture. “Logan Carson.”

“See! Now we’re not strangers anymore.”

That afternoon was pretty sunny for an autumn. The cheerful screaming of the other kids pierced through the classroom, where the sunbeams touched the feet of both children.

✿ ✿

The two of them searched the room from top to bottom, but there was no clue where the precious book could be. Under all the seats, where they keep the school books, in the teacher’s seat, even behind the curtains. In a couple of minutes they were hopeless and ready to give up.

“Wait a minute. Logan, have you read your book in any other place other than in the classroom?”

“Oh, yes I have. When the others get too noisy here in the class, I go to a special place outside.”

“Maybe you forgot it there! If we look in that place or ask the people nearby I’m sure we’ll find it!”

No, that couldn’t be. Logan was sure that he hadn’t taken his book outside that day. But Patton wasn’t exactly on the wrong track. Maybe asking if anyone has seen or heard about a lost book could help.

“Patton, that is-!” The taller boy, impressed by the idea, slipped a gasp before finishing his sentence, then he regained his composure. “While the chances of my book being at that place are low, you may have a good idea of how to get it back.”

“Really?” Patton jump up and down, happy to help.

“But, it’s the schoolyard! It could take metaphorical hours. We don’t have that much time.” Logan explained.

But Patton was already one step ahead. They decided to continue the searching in the lunchtime.

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“Don’t worry, he’s perfect at finding stuff.”

“OH MY GOD! Remus, please, come here! Don’t run with that in your mouth!”

There was an exasperated voice ringing on the other side of the wall.

“Here it is!” Patton pointed to the door that was now right in front of him with a confident face. Logan swallowed hard and ask himself if following Patton had been a good decision.

An adult woman slammed the door open and came out with messy hair and clothes full of paint.

“I’m going to take a break…” And then she disappeared.

With the same confidence that his face showed, Patton peek through the door into the classroom and asked with all the power his lung offered him.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Roman. Roman de la Cruz.”

“You vookin’ fo’ mah brotha’?”

A boy full of dirt and band-aids appeared under the nearest desk. Even with a scissor in his mouth he showed a gigantic smile. “Fe was gong to thi bafroom”

“Excuse me, what did you just said?” Logan was bemused with this boy’s appearance.

“Oh, forry…” The boy realized that the scissors made it difficult to understand him and took them off in a second. “He will be back soon, don’t worry.”

“Logan, this is Roman’s twin, Remus.”

The dirty boy stand up and greeted the two boys with the scissors still in his hand. “Hi! What are you doing here, Pat?”

“Logan lost his book this morning and I’m helping him find it. We wanted to ask for Roman’s help since he’s a really good finder. Do you think he will accept to help us?”

“I’m sure he will, we’re not doing anything anyways. Also, Roman never says no when someone needs help. He can be such a piece of stupidity sometimes but he sure is a better person than I am.”

“That is ridiculous. No one is a better person than anyone. You have your own strengths and weaknesses, just like Roman.” Logan responded serious. Remus looked at him surprised, but genuinely glad.

“Thanks, nerd. Although the stupid part is very real.”

“Stupid? What are you talking about Remus?” Another voice appeared behind the duo. “Oh, hi Patton! What are you doing here?”

A kid very similar to Remus but a lot more presentable showed up. Like his twin, Roman’s clothes were slightly dusty and his hair was just messy curls.

“Logan Carson. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Wow, no need to be so formal, nerd.”

Logan leaned to Patton’s ear. “Is he really that good and that necessary?”

Patton giggled and nodded. “Can you help us with something, Roman?”

“First of all, I heard that nerdy. Second, if it’s for you Patton, sure, tell me, how can I help?”

Patton and Logan explained everything to Roman and he immediately accepted. Soon, the three were already looking around the schoolyard and asking everywhere.

Roman turned out to be very effective. He had a vibe that made him stand out among the other children so they never ignored him. And although Logan at first hadn’t believed that he was a good finder, he really was. In a few minutes, they already knew that someone had been seen with a book that had the same characteristics of Logan’s book and they were heading to the place where this person could be.

Logan was, maybe, a little, jealous.

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“How did you know the twins? They are in fourth grade.” Asked Logan while they were walking.

“We are his neighbors!” Roman got into the conversation. “We play with Patton after school sometimes. Well, more me than my brother.”

“Why?”

The freckled kid got nervous and started fidgeting with his fingers. “Remus is a little… intense… but he is nice!”

“Intense?”

“One time, he put three chickens in his house to see if they got along with his dog. Nobody knows where he got the chickens or how one of them got trapped on the roof.” told Patton.

Roman started laughing so much when he remember that story that he stopped walking to look at Patton. “My mom had to chase the chickens AND the dog because they were making a disaster in my house. It’s funny now but Remus got grounded for a whole month.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Sometimes I don’t understand how Remus does what he does. He has his jokes and his crazy stuff… And I’m just… dull. I mean, I don’t get good grades, I’m not good at any sport, I don’t know how to make jokes…”

Nobody said anything in that instant. Roman had this melancholy smile that made the heart hurt a little. And before someone said anything Roman continued talking.

“Sorry, it’s just that I’m actually glad that you needed my help, Patton. I’m not good at many things, but at least I’m proud to say that I’m very good at finding thing-”

Just when Roman had started walking again, something had stopped him. A hand in his hand.

“Thank you.” Logan murmured. His hand squeezed the other firmly.

Roman smiled. This time, there was proud in his lips. “It’s the least I can do.”

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Without realizing it, they had already reached the destination. It was weird because none of the three kids knew that this place existed. This hidden corner of the school with moderately tall bushes.

The group of searchers went a little further into the corner, peeking through the bushes, to find an unexpected surprise.

There, sitting with his legs glued to his chest, there was a little boy. In the child’s hands, the dark cover of the book of “Puzzles in Wonderland”, with the radiant golden details in the corners of the pages and the riddles taken from Alice’s world that Logan loved to solved.

“My book!”

The scream frightened the boy, who dropped the book in an instant.

“AHA! The culprit was this delinquent all along!” Roman pointed at the boy angrily and as if he was ready to attack.

The boy was trembling from top to bottom on the floor and looked at the trio in confusion. “Your- Your- Your book? This- This is your book?” Words were lost in the stuttering.

“Why did you steal the book, thief? Where did you get it from? Do you know the punishment you will have for stealing?”

“I- I- I-” Tears were forming in the terrified eyes of the child.

“Okay, Roman, Roman. Calm down. You are scaring the kid.” Patton stopped Roman from throwing himself at the helpless boy and crouched beside him. “What’s your name?”

“Vir- Vir-… Virgil.”

“Okay. Virgil, why did you have Logan’s book?”

“I- I didn’t know it was someone’s book. I just found it here in my place, well it’s not my place but, I thought… well I didn’t really think, it’s just that… I- I didn’t know it was yours, I’m sorry…” his breathing was choking and he was hiding more and more in his hoodie.

Logan took a quick look at the book to confirm that despite the fall it had had before, it had no scratch.

Then, an idea crossed his mind.

“It’s okay.” Logan said, crouching down to take the book and see the panicked boy. “I’m not upset. It’s not your fault my book went missing, right?”

In a calmer voice the boy whispered. “Yeah”

“Do you like Alice in Wonderland?” he asked again.

Virgil nodded with his head looking to the floor.

The glasses boy offered him the book. “Would you like to solve some puzzles with me?”

“But-” Virgil talked again, concerned.

“Believe me. After all this day, you would be doing me a favor if you say yes.”

The now quiet kid thought for a moment in his answer and after a few seconds he nodded again.

Roman made a shocked face. “Are you going to forgive this delinquent? After all the work we’ve made?”

Logan smiled, settling to open the book in the grass. “Such a piece of stupidity sometimes,” he recalled.

“Hey! I heard that!” The dramatic kid crossed his arms and was ready to leave but then he changed his mind when he saw that Patton was also joining in the fun. “Move over, I also want to see the book!”

“You’re not a little curious of how your book ended up here?” Virgil asked, a little uneasy.

Logan just sighed. “That’s for another day.”

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“Logan Carson. I can’t believe you just skipped a class! I never expected this from you!”

The teacher was furious and her heels sounded repeatedly in the empty room.

Logan wasn’t paying attention. He was just looking at the window, wondering how his day had started with a problem and ended up becoming a ‘I skipped a class to read a book with a bunch of strangers’.

You’ll see… Logan didn’t talk to many people in his class. He was in third grade, but he didn’t have a group of friends. In full honesty, he didn’t have friends.

But an adventure can bring you more than just your lost book.

And now it was easy this way. It was fine.

And Logan, for one second, didn’t regret this.

All this. The lost, the searching, the help, the angry teacher, the feeling in his chest.

The feeling that he was… alone. That no one wanted him as a friend.

Because that feeling was no longer there.

Because he knew he wasn’t a ‘know-it-all’ for his good grades.

He wasn’t vain for talking with big words.

He wasn’t a cold hearted robot because it is difficult for him to interact with others.

He was a cool guy too.

He was a funny guy too.

He was just a kid that wanted friends that could understand him.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #LAMP #platonic #maybe i'm going to do a second part #Sanders kids #i'm very scared haha #naefnanstuff

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