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narraboths · 7 months

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“You got anything to tell me about yesterday’s interview, Ponytail?”

Being cornered by one’s editor is rarely a good sign. Being cornered by a harried Snapper Carr one month into her tenure as a rookie reporter would be enough to give others nightmares for a month. Maybe ulcers. Kara, though, she’s been having a great week, and she’s not about to let anyone ruin it.

“Nope.” She pops the p a little. Something about Snapper’s moroseness always pushes her to be spitefully chipper.

“Nothing out of the ordinary?”

“Not at all.”

“Hm.” Snapper nurses the thought with that dour, toothachey look that Kara’s come to learn is directed at her just as much as it is a sign of his general displeasure with the world. He pulls out his phone, jabbing at the screen. “So do you mind explaining to me why my cub reporter is on the front page of every gossip rag from here to Metropolis as the Mystery Blonde Caught in Luthor’s Web?”

That can’t be right is immediately the tip of Kara’s tongue but it freezes there, along with the incredulous laugh threatening to burst out of her, because Snapper is shoving his phone in her face and–

“It’s not what it looks like,” she blurts out, instinctively, then winces at her own choice of words. Great save. “I was just being considerate.”

It’s true, really. She was only holding the door open for Lena as they left L-Corp (Lena was on the move the whole day, they did half of the interview in the back of her Range Rover, flitting between offices), and it only happened that Lena’s hand fell to her forearm, a completely innocent gesture, as innocent as Lena’s smile, as the way she swayed a little closer, saying thank you as she strode by. And sure, Kara may have felt mesmerized for a single, fleeting moment, suddenly so deeply flustered by the gentle weight of Lena’s hand that she almost cracked the door handle in two, but who wouldn’t? Lena Luthor just has a remarkable presence. Why are they letting paparazzi camp out at the L-Corp doorstep, anyways?

“I’ve never seen Luthor that affectionate with anyone.” Snapper eyes Kara suspiciously, his face screaming why you of all people, bumbling rookie who can barely even spell?. “I’ve never seen any of the Luthors affectionate with anyone at all.”

“Guess it’s just my natural charm, sir.” Kara flashes the most annoyingly innocent smile she can, then squares her shoulders. “Did you actually read my article?”

There’s a beat of silence, Snapper staring daggers at her. Then finally, finally, he lets out an annoyed huff.

“Of course I read it. It’s going out first thing tomorrow.” He pockets his phone, then rubs his face with a tired motion. “Make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

“You got it, boss.”

It happens again.

It happens again a bunch, really. (Kara at the L-Corp gala, at Lena’s table, the two of them in lively conversation, shoulders pressed together – she was telling me about L-Corp’s new green energy initiative, sir –, the fond smile and almost-teasing tone when Lena calls “yes, Miss Danvers?” at her press conference – she’s just nice! It’s not a crime! –, the candid of them on the CatCo balcony when Lena’s in house for her cover shoot, Kara gesturing excitedly and Lena leaning against the railing, hanging onto every word, a jacket two sizes too big wrapped around her shoulders – you know it gets cold out there. At least there’s no photos of her wrapping the jacket around Lena, their hands brushing together, the faint blush along the lines of Lena’s throat. That’d probably look pretty suspicious.) Snapper’s face takes on increasingly vivid shades of purplish red.

“Do we need to go over the meaning of journalistic integrity again, Danvers?”

Kara decides to take graduating from “Ponytail” as a win.

“We’re not– it’s not anything untoward,” she shoots back, arms crossed, only slightly blushing. In anger, certainly. “I’m doing my job. I grilled her on L-Corp still holding a contract with the government for anti-alien defense systems that Lex negotiated, just last week. There’s footage.”

“Yeah,” Snapper grinds his teeth so vehemently that Kara’s afraid he might crack a crown. “Footage of her hugging you in the hallway afterwards, too. What the hell were you doing?”

“She just thanked me, sir.” The vein on Snapper’s neck looks ready to burst. Kara makes a mental note to recommend meditation at a less belligerent time. “She said my question made it possible for her to make a public stance and really send a message.”

Snapper looks like he’s nearing an aneurysm.

“Hell, Danvers, that sounds even worse!”

It sounded pretty great, actually, Kara thinks, after the borderline unprofessional row they had in Lena’s office when Kara first broached the subject. It felt pretty great, too, not just Lena’s declaration, her renewed commitment to reject everything Lex and Lillian stand for, but the warmth of Lena’s pressed against her, her lips brushing against Kara’s cheek, the low murmur of “you’re such a wonderful friend” in her ear that gave her such a strange shiver. At least that much thankfully escaped the prying eyes and cameras.

“Either I don’t go near her, or CatCo continues to have the leading stories on one of National City’s most high-profile citizens.” She gives Snapper the steeliest look she can muster without letting her heat vision flare up. “And my covers are currently bringing in our biggest numbers. Sir.”

Snapper grinds his teeth again, but his shoulders sag just a touch, and Kara knows she’s won this round.

“You’re on thin ice, Danvers. Back to your desk.”

Kara complies with a grin and a thumbs up, and decides to take a break half an hour later, when Alex forwards her an article titled Bosom Buddies: Lena Luthor Out And About With CatCo Gal Pal with a subtle mix of skull, knife, and eyeroll emojis. She does save one of the photos, though, the one where Lena’s head’s thrown back in adorable, delightful laughter.

“Can you explain this one, Danvers?”

Snapper doesn’t look angry this time. No, he’s strangely calm, somewhat elated, even, slamming a whole bundle of newspapers down on her desk, jolting Kara out of her reverie. Half of them are National City publications, Kara vaguely notes, but there’s Metropolis and Gotham and Central City in the mix, too, as if it was the story of the century. Must be a slow news day.

“Of course, sir. I think the proper term is ‘first date’?”

To her greatest surprise, Snapper barks out a laugh, loud and gruff.

“You’re now barred from any future reporting on the Luthors or L-Corp,” he tells her, not without a touch of satisfaction. If Kara hadn’t been walking on sunshine for the past thirteen hours, twenty-eight minutes and forty-one seconds, since the first tentative press of Lena’s lips against her own, she might’ve felt a bit miffed. “Cat Grant’s setting aside a little time later in the afternoon to chew you out personally.”

Kara nods happily along. Withering tones and grim disapproval, the usual spiel, as if anything could dull that buzzing, electrifying feeling coursing through her body since last night, the weightless, feverish joy that grips her every time she thinks of Lena’s last text and everything can’t wait to see you again tonight could possibly entail.

“Yessir.”

“Congratulations, Danvers.” Snapper raps his knuckles against her desk. “Let’s spare each other the heartburn from now on.”

(Kara shows up with a hickey on her neck and the headlines of Lena Luthor Packs PDA With New Girlfriend the next day. Snapper refuses to look her in the eyes for the rest of the week.)

#supercorp #supercorp fic #my fic

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padfootagain · 5 months

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Black Dog Neighbour

Hi everyone ! Today, we’re answering a request made for my 6k followers event by @nobodyshomearchive : “hi hello lovely xxi have been hooked to your blog lately, and to say that is an understatement in all honesty. congratulations on 6k followers <33 so for your celebration can i get an enemies to lovers (ouh massive surprise 👀) with sirius black (preferably post azkaban but it's okay if you don't want to!) cause i'm literally so head over heels for that man. and i'm loving your something good series :) again, congrats and feel free to ignore the request if you don't feel like writing it/it doesn't hit your creative spot.

have a great day/night hun <;3”

Thank you so much for your request, and I hope you like this! I didn’t do post-azkaban Sirius, because he doesn’t exist in my brain. I have been in denial for so long, the Potters are living their best lives, didn’t you know?!

Anyway, still went for post-Hogwarts and post-war Sirius, simply didn’t include anything referencing to Azkaban or… anything canon compliant, to be fair. But as per usual for me when it comes to this character…

Hope you like this! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: A small warning for an ex being an arse and showing up drunk on your doorstep (there’s nothing violent, but you do physically push him away, so heads up on that, just in case). But the rest’s cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!!!

Summary: God, you hate that guy next door. Bloody annoying neighbour with his noisy motorcycle, his loud friends, his annoying laugh, his charming smile, his amazing hair, his effortless way to sport sexy leather jackets. He’s insufferable, you hate him to bits. The fact that he’s a talented wizard who can magically change into a dog to guard your door when your ex comes bothering you again will not change your first impression in the slightest, by the way. You still hate him to guts. Probably…

Word count: 4592

Sirius Black Masterlist – Main Masterlist

Sirius fucking Black.

Your neighbour, aka worst enemy, aka the person you despise the most on earth.

He is loud. He is annoyingly pretty. He is getting on your fucking nerves... again!

Of course, it is Friday night, which means that his stupid friends are over for a “boys’ night”. What a scam…

In consequence, you are currently casting sound-proofing spells all over your walls in an attempt to shush their idiotic laughs. And especially Sirius’s; his unmistakable bark-like laughter, loud and boisterous and absolutely prone to draw a grin from your face even if you don’t mean to. By Agrippa’s hat, you will soon either cut his throat or call for an auror. Or maybe you could burst into his apartment and shout into his face just so he can see how bloody annoying that is. Or kissing him to shut him up sounds like a plan, too…

You shake your head, grinning at your own genius idea. Sirius and his friends are being rudely loud again, when you have already told them a thousand times – which is to say every Friday for the last six months, since Sirius moved in the apartment next to yours – that the walls in this old building of Diagon Alley are too thin, that you can hear everything going on in Sirius’s apartment despite sound-proofing spells… and that they need to keep it down past 11pm because you have work the next day. The absolute dread of working in retails does not, by any means, spare the Wizards and Witches of this world…

You look through your apartment for the object that would make the most noise. You give a few items a try, but settle for the good old pan and spoon. Ha, what precious allies these two are, never failing you.

You add a little spell to amplify sounds – just for good measure – find some earplugs, and then proceed to bang the shit out of that pan, right by your common wall with Sirius’s apartment.

It goes on for five full minutes before you manage to catch the quietened sound of something against your door…

And sure enough, when you stop and take your earplugs out, someone is banging at your door.

“Y/N!” a voice that you easily recognize shouts. “STOP THIS FUCKING NOISE!”

You open the door wide, and have to bend to the side to avoid Sirius’s fist as it misses the door.

“Merlin! Sorry! You’re okay? I didn’t touch you, right?” Sirius asks with anger instantly replaced with worry.

“I have amazing reflexes.”

And anger is back into his dark grey eyes again...

“What the fuck are you doing in there?! Are you mental?!”

“I don’t know, Sirius. I didn’t notice anything over the cacophony of your friends shouting into my ears all night!”

His jaw clenches, and you hate yourself for noticing the trembling of the muscle there, and finding it terribly attractive…

“And you had to make all this ruckus instead of simply walking three meters to my door and nicely ask us to shut our mouths because…?”

“Because I’ve asked you dozens of times, this has been going on for fucking months, Sirius!”

He rolls his eyes, and Merlin do you want to punch him straight across the jaw… his very sharp, very pretty jaw…

“We’re just having a nice evening…”

“And I am trying to sleep!”

“It’s barely midnight!”

“I work tomorrow, you asshole!”

“Ermm… guys?”

“WHAT?!” you both exclaim, turning to face a shy-looking Remus.

“Sorry about the noise, Y/N. We’ll be more careful next time. We’ll leave for the evening.”

“You don’t have to leave…” Sirius complains, but James is already walking out, helping a drunk Peter to cross the corridor.

“It’s late, anyway. Lily’s gonna worry, I was supposed to be home twenty minutes ago,” James argues, and Sirius has to yield.

“Alright, see you on Sunday, then!” he shoots his friends a grin, and the group waves at you.

You rudely ignore them, crossing your arms before your chest. And as Sirius turns back to you, his frown is icy and he quickly matches your stance.

“You’re such a pain in my ass, Y/N…”

“And you’re a jerk.”

“Asshole.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“You’re one to talk!”

“Oh, you talk plenty enough for both of us. And loudly so!”

Before he can reply, you’ve stepped back into your apartment and slammed the door.

You hear him pestering after you for a moment, then nothing, and finally a door slamming.

Well, that went well…

You are in trouble.

Big… huge trouble.

Your ex has just stepped into your shop, and you don’t know how to react.

You didn’t break up in a horrendous way, on the contrary! He wanted the two of you to remain friends, and you simply didn’t, worried that you wouldn’t be able to get over each other if you stayed in touch. And by the look he gave you as he stepped inside your shop ten minutes ago, and the many glances he’s thrown at you since, you’re pretty sure that you were right about this.

It's not like your relationship was terrible, by any means. Josh was nice, reliable, but also… not for you. You didn’t have much in common, at the end of the day, and if his personality and looks were nice, it was hard to build a lasting relationship on… nothing. It was for the best that you called it quits.

And as if your day needed any darkening, Sirius Black chooses this very moment to step into your shop. You don’t wait for him to aim for the counter to take out a large pouch in which you have gathered all the ingredients for his friend’s monthly brew. He smiles at the sight, moves towards you. And you hate yourself for the leap your heart makes as he comes closer.

“Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi.”

It’s the first time you speak to each other since the ‘spoon and pan incident’, and you both hesitate. How are you supposed to act now? Apologise for being petty and kind of a dick? Ask for his apology for being a dick? Act like nothing happened?

“Thanks for Remus’s stuff,” Sirius says, voice quieter than usual, gentle, asking for a truce.

Outside, it’s snowing, winter claiming the streets of London, and there are little snowflakes caught in Sirius’s hair. It looks lovely.

All of a sudden, you’re longing for some eggnog, and some pumpkin pie.

His fingers are cold when they meet yours, tips brushing over your knuckles as he picks up the bag, and you hate your own heart for stammering.

“No problem. You know the drill,” you tentatively smile, while Sirius hands you some silvery Sickles.

“I would also need pearl dust, please. Here’s the amount.”

He hands you a parchment with quantities written on it, four small packages to be prepared separately.

“How many hearts do you intend to break with so many love potions?” you joke, turning around to get to work.

The brass scale is set on a small table, pushed right against the wall, behind the counter. It is an easy task for a professional like you, measuring quickly while Sirius laughs.

“No one, thankfully,” he replied.

“Oh… some Amortentia, perhaps? Trying to figure out who your crush likes?”

“No… nothing like that. It’s the properties for invisibility that I’m looking for.”

“If you plan on breaking into Gringotts, I don’t want to know.”

Again, a loud laugh. And you wish you could hold back your smile, but you can’t, the sound is too infectious for that.

You’ve forgotten that your ex is here, you’re reminded of his presence only when you turn back towards Sirius and he’s standing right behind your tall neighbour, a bag of potion ingredients in his hands.

You avert your eyes, and Sirius frowns at the sight. He glances over his shoulder, spots your ex, but says nothing. You only notice how he tightens his hold on the pouch.

“Pearl dust’s quite expensive,” you tell him, handing him the phials, before announcing the price.

“That’s alright.”

He hands you the galleons, takes the vials, but doesn’t step away just yet.

“You… you’re okay?” he asks, and you’re not sure what to do with his expression. It’s somewhere between annoyance and genuine concern.

“Yeah, sure.”

He nods, like he’s disappointed. He’s not bringing up The Incident, and so you won’t either.

“Right, good day.”

He turns in a hurry, not waiting for your answer, but you notice the way he throws a look back before stepping out into the street, snow falling over his dark coat and dark hair again. You hate how your eyes linger on his frame until he’s out of sight, walking down the busy street, but you can’t help it…

“Hello, Y/N.”

You’re brought back to Earth as your ex speaks, and you turn to him, your smile turning from genuine to polite.

“Hi, Josh.”

“How are you?”

“Good! Do you need anything else?” you ask, pointing at the ingredients he’s put on the counter.

“Huh… no, nothing else.”

“That makes two Galleons, 5 Sickles and 3 Knuts, please.”

He hands you some money, and you hand him his change. You see him hesitating, before diving.

“Look, I… I came here hoping to see you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I… I’ve been meaning to tell you. I’ve been thinking a lot lately, about what happened, and… Look, I know I could have done better when it came to us. And I thought… perhaps… if you were willing to give me another chance…”

“Josh…”

“Just… hear me out...”

“No. I’m sorry, but no. We… we were not compatible, that’s all. I like you, you’re nice, but… It won’t work between us.”

Slowly, he nodded, apparently defeated. And when another client cleared their throat behind him, he finally left.

What a mess of a morning…

It is Friday night, and the Marauders are keeping it down. You are surprised by it, but you can only praise these men for being, for once, well-behaved. 11:30, as you slip under the covers, ready for some well-deserved rest before waking up too early to open the shop in the morning. You are ready to fall into Morpheus’s arms and abandon yourself to slumber when someone knocks on your door.

You ignore the sound for a while, but it starts again, and again…

And you thought Sirius was making some efforts. You were ready to commit murder…

You stand up, grab a bathrobe and walk to the door, ready to throw hands with Sirius at this point. Only… only, when you actually open the door, it’s not Sirius who’s facing your wrath.

It’s Josh.

“What… What are you doing here?” you ask, too stunned to think about being polite. “It’s almost midnight.”

But then he looks up at you, and you notice at once that he’s been drinking. His eyes are glimmering, he sways slightly before finding back his balance…

“Josh…”

“Y/N, I… I know that now is not the time, but… please, give me another chance. Please…”

“Josh, we’ve talked about this. Us… it’s over. We’re not getting back together. I’m sorry.”

“But I can try and be better. I’ll be better, let me show you.”

You push him off when he staggers forward, trying to hold you.

“Josh! Stop it!” you raise your voice, trying to get him to let go.

“Please…”

“I said no! Get off!”

He’s finally letting go, but doesn’t take a step back. Instead, he leans against your doorframe, not stepping inside, but making it impossible for you to simply go back in and close the door.

“Josh! Go away! I’m sorry, but this is over between us. You have to leave me alone!”

“But I don’t want to! Y/N!”

“Hey!”

You’re both distracted by the new voice that comes shouting through the corridor. Sirius is standing before his front door, wearing a Queen t-shirt and some dark sweatpants, in what you guess his is nightly outfit. Still, when he comes nearer, hair tied in a bun, glowering, he looks intimidating, tattoos all over his arms on full display, traces of ink peeking above the collar of his t-shirt.

You think for a second that he’s going to make a scene because of how noisy you are right now, not ironic at all given his habits of messing your sleeping schedule, and you’re ready to get angry at him, because this truly is the last thing you need tonight, when…

“You leave her the fuck alone!”

You’re too stunned to react when Sirius comes to stand right by your side.

“She told you to fuck off, so you fuck off!”

“Who the fuck are you?” Josh replied, words a little slurred.

“Her boyfriend,” Sirius lies, but it works wonders, as Josh becomes suddenly very pale. “Now, you fuck off, or I’ll throw you out of the building.”

“You? With him?” Josh asks as he turns to you, and you feel pity for the pain in his eyes, but you don’t regret leaving him.

“Yeah. He’s my boyfriend. Now, please, Josh… leave me alone.”

But he shakes his head.

“I can’t. I can’t. I still love you…”

Sirius looks at you, but you shake your head.

“You have to leave me alone and move on.”

“No… I… I’ll come back later…”

Sirius notices your worry, it almost looks like fear, and he doesn’t hesitate when he grabs Josh by the collar.

“You listen to me now, dickhead,” Sirius growls, it’s almost animalistic, and you’re frozen by this threatening tone of his. “If you set a foot in this building again, if you go see her at her shop, if you so much as breathe in her direction or step in the street she’s in, I will come for you, and I will make sure you can never bother her again. Do you get that?”

“You’re bluffing.”

Sirius grins, something twisted and terribly dark, and even you shiver when he speaks again, voice low and terrible.

“I fought for the Order during the war. I’m a Black. Trust me, you don’t want to fuck with me.”

Slowly, Josh nods, struggling to swallow.

“So… will you leave her alone?”

Again, Josh nods.

“Good boy. Now get the fuck out of here.”

He’s barely released Josh that he’s sprinting down the stairs, stumbling and catching himself against the wall, before disappearing.

But you don’t see that. You’re staring at Sirius, and seem unable to look away.

“You’re alright?”

You’re startled by the softness Sirius’s voice is now wearing, such a stark contrast with the threatening tone he wore a minute ago.

“Y/N? You’re okay? He didn’t hurt you, right?”

“What? No… no, I’m fine! He just… showed up and I couldn’t get rid of him.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

“Thank you,” you whisper as he gets closer.

“You’re sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, just… a little shaken, I think.”

Slowly, Sirius nods.

“Hey, no need to worry, okay? I’ll keep an eye out tonight. He won’t bother you again. And if he does, in the coming days or weeks, and I’m not around, then you come and tell me. I’ll give him a good fright, and he’ll leave you alone.”

“Thanks but… why would you do that for me? You hate me.”

Sirius chuckles at that, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t hate you. You’re annoying, but I don’t hate you.”

“Oh…”

His touch is infinitely gentle when he rests his hand on your arm.

“You can go back to sleep. Don’t worry, he won’t bother you again tonight. I promise.”

Slowly, you nod, a little too stunned to complain or argue or discuss what has just happened. Instead, you walk back to your apartment, lock the door, and go back to bed, thinking about the way Sirius’s hands looked gentle without his rings…

You’re in a hurry this morning. Your brain has not finished to process everything that has happened last night, but this will have to wait. You must rush to the shop, and you can’t find your bloody wand…

Ha! There! What is it doing under the couch? Never mind, you need to hurry, and you need to hurry now!

Only, when you open the front door, you almost trip onto a large black door sleeping on your threshold. A huge black dog, as a matter of fact.

“What in Merlin’s beard…?!”

His ears perk up at the sound of your voice, and he looks up at you with dark grey eyes that remind you of someone…

But it’s impossible, of course. That must be his dog, though. Since when does Sirius has a dog though?!

The animal slowly stands, a real giant, all dark fur and intimidating growls, until he’s shaken some sleep off its frame, and then he looks up at you, as if expecting a command.

“Hi,” you say, feeling foolish, but finding nothing better to say.

The dog merely comes closer, slowly, ears down in submission, as if he’s worried to scare you away. You hold out your hand, and he hurries to rub his snout into it, licking your fingers.

You giggle at the sensation.

“You look intimidating, but you’re a good boy, aren’t you?”

He barks in agreement, and you give him scratches as a reward.

“Who do you belong to, huh? Are you Sirius’s dog?”

The dog merely licks your fingers again.

“You look the part, at least. You fit the motorcycle-and-leather-jackets aesthetic.”

A few scratches more, and you finally remember that you are running late…

“Shoot!”

You lock the door, hurry towards the stairs. But you stop the dog when he tries to follow.

“No, no, no! I’m going to work, you stay here. I’m sure Sirius will be back soon. You stay here.”

The dog blinks, but sits anyway, letting you go.

For the whole trip to the store, you wonder who this dog belongs to, and who would let him sleep outside like this. If he really did belong to Sirius, he would hear about this…

Your day is a weird one.

After arriving almost late, but not quite, you spend your morning being busy and running around the store looking for the right ingredients for various potions and clients. And yet, several times during your shift, you feel someone looking at you.

The first time, it’s Sirius, who’s squinting on the other side of the glass door. He looks away the second your eyes land on him, and you’re almost certain that he blushes, although you didn’t think it to be possible to make Sirius Black blush.

The second time, it’s the black dog again, who remains sitting by the door under the falling snow for about ten minutes before leaving.

The third time, it’s the dog again, you see him being petted by a customer as she walks out of the shop.

But if the dog belongs to Sirius, then you guess that he’s been around several times throughout the day, which seems odd. Also, you want to chastise him for leaving the animal alone in the cold for extended periods of time throughout the day. Is he heartless?!

So, as you go home that night, you leave your coat in your apartment before heading to Sirius’s.

He answers on the second knock.

“Oh! Hi, Y/N!” he grins a welcome at you. “Need anything?”

“Yeah… I wanted to talk to you, if you have a minute.”

He merely nods, moving to let you inside.

You’ve been here a couple of times before, but you still appreciate the warm atmosphere of the large space that forms his living room. A huge Gryffindor flag is hung across the wall on the right, while windows let you see falling snow over the roofs of Diagon Alley on the opposite side of the room. A large chimney surrounded by comfortable armchairs and sofas, along with a soft red carpet seem to call for you.

“So? What can I do for you, Y/N?”

You turn to him again while he points at the sofa, silently inviting you to sit, but you remain standing. You cross your arms, and he frowns at the sight.

“Where’s your dog?”

Your tone is sharper now, and his frown only deepens, brows knitted together.

“My what?”

“Your dog. Huge. Black. Looks like he could bite my throat off.”

“I don’t have a dog.”

“Really? He’s been following me around all day. He was on my threshold this morning…”

“…Y/N…” he tries to interrupt you, but you don’t let him.

“No! Listen… Thank you for what you did last night. I was really… Thank you. Josh wouldn’t leave and you were most definitely helpful. But let’s be clear, I’m a big girl, and I can take care of myself! I don’t need your protection or anything, got it?”

You wonder why he’s smiling now, but he is all the same.

“Got it. Was just trying to be helpful.”

“You were.”

“Good.”

“Good. But your good action doesn’t mean that I’m going to accept any harm coming to this cute dog of yours!”

“I thought he wanted to bite your throat off.”

“He looked like he could. He was pretty sweet, though.”

“Hmmm…”

“Anyway… what’s wrong with you!? Leaving him outside all night and then in the street while it was snowing!?”

“Y/N, relax. I don’t have a dog, let me explain.”

“Then whose dog is it? Cause we have to find his owner, I’m going to throw hands!”

Sirius laughs, his usual, bark-like laugh, and your puzzled by the sound. It resembles a bark even more than usual.

Sirius heaves a sigh, shakes his head, apparently hesitating, but eventually, he takes a step closer.

“You have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone about this.”

“Why?”

“Because if you do, I might be arrested.”

Your eyes grow round.

Oh dear… the…

“…Potion. The potion! You’ve done something illegal with it!”

Sirius laughs again.

“The pearl dust you mean? It’s just a trick for my godson, for Christmas. How do you think the presents get under the tree without anyone carrying them in? The fellow is a rascal, standing watch all night to catch Santa red-handed. We need to get more and more creative each year. No, don’t worry, it’s nothing like that.”

“Oh… but then… what are you talking about?”

“Do you promise that you won’t tell?”

“Have you killed someone?”

“Of course not!”

“I don’t know, you were pretty… scary last night.”

“Did I scare you?”

“No… but Josh was ready to faint.”

He laughs again at that.

“I haven’t harmed anyone.”

“Okay… then, I promise.”

Sirius hesitates some more, before warning you not to freak out. You don’t have time to question him though, he’s already transforming into…

“… the black dog!”

You gasp at the sight, but you don’t back away when Sirius approaches under his animagus form. Instead, you reach out for him, giving him a few scratches between his ears, making him wiggle his tail happily.

“Oh wow… you’re an animagus! This is beautiful…”

He laughs as he changes back into human, the sound still somewhere close to a growl.

“Am I a good boy, then?” he teases, making you laugh. “No need to call for the animal welfare…”

“But… what were you doing around the shop today? And last night? Did you sleep on the porch?”

Sirius averts his eyes, and you have to double-check, but you’re certain that he is blushing right now.

“Ha, that… I didn’t mean to look like a creep or anything. But I… I was worried your ex would come back. Just wanted to check on you, ‘s all. I didn’t follow you around or anything! I just… went to check that you were alright at the shop a few times.”

“Why?”

He looks up at you with a slight frown, as if it is obvious, as if you’re stupid for not guessing.

“Because… I was worried about you.”

“About me?”

“Is it so surprising?”

“You hate me.”

“Again, I don’t hate you. You’re simply annoying the shit out of me. I like it, actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

You blink, trying to make sense of all this, and Sirius looks at you with amusement.

“Is that why you were quiet last night? To not bother me?”

“Oh, the boys weren’t here. Busy week. We’ll be back at being insufferable next Friday.”

You roll your eyes at that, but Sirius laughs.

“I’m joking! I understand, okay? We’re too loud. We’ll keep it down from now on.”

“Right, okay…”

He bit his lip, ran a hand through his hair, in what you guess is shyness. God, you would have never thought to use this adjective to describe him. His rings catch the warm light of the fire burning in the hearth as he moves his fingers through his hair.

“Look, I… I’m sorry for the other night. Actually… for all the other nights. We’ll be more careful next time,” he says, and you raise an eyebrow in surprise.

You never thought you would hear an apology from him, even less so an earnest one, and yet…

“Thank you, Sirius. I’m sorry, too. It was petty and uncalled for.”

“No, you… you were right.”

He heaves a frustrated sigh, runs a hand through his long dark curls again, rebel strands falling before his eyes. You hold tightly onto the sleeve of your hoodie, refraining the sudden urge to push the curls away from his face, brush them behind his ear…

“Look, I… I don’t want us to be on bad terms,” Sirius goes on. “Could I make up for being a dickhead by buying you some fancy Christmas drink? My treat. As a token of good faith and a sign for peace in our building?”

He offers you his open palm, and you shake hands with a smile adorning both of your faces.

“Deal.”

“Any afternoon free this week?”

“Wednesday?”

“Then, I’ll buy you the fanciest cocoa I can find. And even some pumpkin pie, if you’re nice.”

“Sounds good.”

You’re reluctant to pull away but have to let go of his hand.

“Actually… scratch that,” Sirius shakes his head. “Would you go on a date with me?”

Your eyes grow round.

“A date? With you?”

“Yeah. On Wednesday?”

“But… with you?”

“Don’t act so surprised. You really think I play bodyguard for just anybody?”

You laugh at that, you can’t help it, even if you’re still quite stunned by the whole situation.

You weight your options, but then you look at him again, and the answer you want to give is obvious, even if he gets on your nerves all the bloody time…

“Okay. A date. On Wednesday.”

He grins, bright and infectious.

“Great! Awesome!”

“Great.”

You remain staring at each other for a moment, both of you trying to hide your excitement, until you finally clear your throat.

“I should…” you begin, pointing at the door.

“Sure… busy day?”

“You can’t imagine.”

“Hmm…”

You hurry towards the door, feeling overwhelmed by his nearness.

“See you on Wednesday then!” he calls after you as you reach for your own door.

“Sure! But it better be the best hot chocolate I’ve drunk, or I’ll ask for a refund!”

He laughs, and when you turn one last time towards him, Sirius is leaning against his doorframe, staring at you with a grin on his lips and mischief painted all over his features. He winks, and your heart skips several beats.

“Oh, don’t worry. You won’t regret this.”

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monkiementor · 2 years

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Asking politely for MK with a younger sibling who is obsessed with learning about demons and they find out about Red Son and Macauque (did i spell that right?) and just go :oo

OFC I CAN !!!

MK x younger sibling reader [fluff]

MK's younger sibling finding out about Redson n Macaque [separate]!!

RedSon!! 🔥

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Redson found you annoying at first, when MK introduced you to Redson you wouldn't stop asking him questions. Your curiosity never failed to irk the older man, but he was also a demon, which made things even worse. He wanted nothing more than to tell you to leave, but he couldn't. You would always find some way to get under his skin, and it took every bit of his self control to restrain himself from doing something incredibly stupid, like ripping out your throat. But soon enough he's grown to actually like you but he won't admit it! He'll pretend that you aren't there all the time, and act as if he can't hear your obnoxious voice or see your annoyingly bright smile.

And yet, no matter how hard he tries, you never fail to make him smile. He would sometimes let you watch him build his vehicles, and sometimes he'd show you some of his secret tricks or show you his favorite places in this world. He'd also bring you with him whenever he went on patrol, and occasionally you'd tag along with him during his meetings with the other demons. He would secretly be grateful for having such an annoying little human around, because then he'd have someone he could talk to, and laugh with, without being worried you might get in his way. He didn't need a friend, but somehow he found one anyway. You're not sure if Redson really likes you, but you think that maybe he does! Because why else would he show you so much attention?

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Macaque!! 🔮

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Macaque was actually a little suprised that a little kid would be this happy to see a demon such as himself. MK didn't introduced him to you, let's just say he popped out of nowhere and he noticed you. You wouldn't stop touching his ears and tail, which he got a little annoyed with. You were also the first person who saw a demon and he wasn't sure if he wanted you to stay or not. He did find you entertaining, at first MK was a little worried that Macaque would hurt you in anyway but when he saw you and Macaque bonding one day, he couldn't help but relax a little.

Macaque isn't the type to give affection and it took some time for him to warm up to you, but after a while, he was slowly getting used to you and started to like your presence. He now let's you play with his hair, ear, or tail. He's even let you touch him more than he usually lets anyone else. It's kinda weird because he doesn't really like people touching him, especially strangers but you're different. You are a good friend and it's hard to keep yourself away from you. Macaque has always known you as someone who had the biggest heart of anyone he knew and whenever you talk to him about demons, it makes you smile. He doesn't get why but hearing you tell him how much you love them makes him smile.

He doesn't have many friends besides you so he never really thought of anyone to call his "friend". But you're special, you're his best friend since forever! No one can replace you! And that's why he knows that you will understand him better than anyone else. That's also why he knows that you would do anything to make him happy.

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t-thathandsomedevil · 8 months

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~Her~ || Mattheo R. x fem! Reader

Author note! <33 I hope you like it, I worked on it at flipping school so Its fluff only. I always accept corrective criticism, spelling correction, grammar correction, and requests. Im sorry this is so bad and cringy btw. -A/N❤

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You listened silently to the conversation the other girls at the lunch table were having, feeling awkward at the prospect you didn’t know any of them. “Oh my god I love him so much” a girl with short brown hair and friendly makeup gushed, pointing to a boy at the table across from the one you were sitting at. You turned your head slightly, enough to be able to see who she was pointing at but not enough to be noticed. The boy she was pointing at had curly black hair, brown eyes and light skin and was grinning and talking to a friend. Mattheo Riddle. — “Let's play truth or dare!” Lorenzo said excitedly “I need a new story to post on buzzfeed.” Theodore rolled his eyes and smirked at Enzo “I should’ve guessed. But okay because I am boooorrrrrddddd af” “Okay” Mattheo said, eying the pretty girl in a hoodie with H/L H/C hair sitting quietly and alone, like she always does. “I wanna play and I wanna go first.” Draco said flatly, slicking back his platinum blonde hair. “I want to play as well, like I have to catch up on all my friend’s drama” Blaise said casually while eating his hamburger. “Truth or Dare is my fav game so yes!” Pansy gushed “Okaayy Theodore Nott. truth of dare” Draco asked “Truth.” “Is it true you…. Are dating Enzo?” “Yea.” “Okay…. Enzo truth or dare?” Theo asked, smirking at his boyfriend. “Dare” “I dare you to kiss me right now” Lorenzo rolled his eyes but smiled and leaned in and gave Theodore a soft but long kiss. “You guys are such a cute couple” Pansy noted, smiling wide “ANYWaayy, my turn because Enzo is kissing Theo.” Blaise said.

“no, I’m still going” Lorenzo huffed, shoving Blaise softly. “Mattheo truth or dare?” “Dare” “I dare you to kiss your crush” “Wtf bro I don’t a crush” “Don’t lie I saw you staring at Y/N” “Oooooooohh” Pansy squealed “Someone has a cruuuushhh” Mattheo blushed and scowled “Fine I do like her buuut she don’t know who tf I am” “Don’t make excuses.” — The lunch bell rang, signaling the end of lunch period and you were the first to get up. You hated the cafeteria. It was loud, food was flying everywhere, but most of all, you had to sit with people you didn’t know and who had friends and you just sat there yourself. You looked over your shoulder at Mattheo. The girl from earlier was there. Her short brown bob bouncing as she spoke. As you watched her talk to Mattheo, you felt a twinge of jealousy. Why do I feel jealous?? — “I’m Joyce,” A girl with short hair that bounced annoyingly. “Yea hi Joyce what do you want?” Mattheo asked, trying not to sound irritated. He absolutely hated when girls talked to him randomly and flirted with him and asked for his number and tried to use pick-up lines that stunk worse than public bathrooms. “I like your…. Eyes” She gushed Ew “Yea yea I like your um shirt” Mattheo said curtly “Is that all? Because I have to get to class” “Oh yea” Joyce said sweetly “I have to go to class too. Why don’t we go together?” Mattheo rolled his eyes “What class do you have?” “I have orchestra!” “Well, I have ELA and the orchestra room is downstairs right down this hall.” Stupid…. Joyce blushed “O-oh okay. See you later, then” She winked and gave Mattheo what she thought was a winning smile. Well f I’m late now… — You carefully wrote your name at the top of your page. At least I’m a good student… even though nobody likes me. You thought, pushing the page to the corner of your desk. “We’ll be working as partners” no…… “You can choose your groups, I’m sure your capable” Oh my god no

Everyone buzzed with excitement and found groups with their friends, leaving only you. The door opened and a boy stumbled in, panting. “I’m sorry I was late sir” he said “A girl named Jane was bugging me.” “Okay, I don’t need your excuses,” The teacher surveyed the room “Go work with Y/N.” You flushed and looked away. I have to work with MATTHEO! “Okaayy” Mattheo said, giving you a ravishing grin. “Hey princess” he said when he planted himself in the seat beside you You scowled “I’m not a princess.” “I’m sure you aren’t. What do we need to do?” “You’d know if you came to class on time and not 20 minutes late.” Mattheo laughed, “A girl named James was bugging me.” “You said Jane” “Well something like that.” You rolled your eyes. “We have to write a book report.” “Nooooooooo” Mattheo whined “I hatteeeee book repoorrtts” “You sound like a child” You said, looking at Mattheo coldly. “Okay finee,” he straightened “What book?” “What did you read?” If anything, Mattheo grinned “I read The Lord of The Rings” You rolled your eyes “What happened?” “Umm… I actually read Wattpad fanfic…” “I figured as much” You said, smiling a little “What happened?” As Mattheo retold the story, you looked over his face. He’s actually kinda pretty…. Wtf!? “You good? You look like you spaced out for a sec,” Mattheo said, smirking “W-what, oh sorry, so um yea what continue” “I already finished,” “Oh okay you can write it down, then.” What is wrong with me?? Mattheo’s hand brushed up against yours as he took the pencil from your hand. You felt your face heat up and you bit your lip. “Do you want to go to the library with me during our free period?” Mattheo asked while writing down the book report horribly. “Why?” You demanded “Because I see you sitting alone during lunch and during your free period.” He looked like he wanted to say more, but he only smiled and set down the pencil “See you later, then?” and stood up to leave. You felt slightly disappointed as you watched him leave, but you shook off the feeling and picked up the book report he left. — “How’d it go?” Enzo asked, smirking at Mattheo. “It went amazing.” Mattheo grinned “I asked her if she wanted to meet me at the library during free period. She looked like she liked the idea.”

“you better make the most romantic scene bro. I want tea and I want a nice movie to watch” Theodore said, tossing Mattheo a cigarette. “And I want something to post on Buzzfeed.” Lorenzo said “and Theo you can’t have cigarettes.” “Ugh” Theodore reluctantly handed Lorenzo his box “You too, Mattheo” — You skipped your 4 period class to get ready. Something you swore never to do. You curled your H/C H/L hair and stuck a small flower behind your ear. You sighed “What happened to me?” You curled your lashes, and applied a light layer of blush. The bell finally rang and you felt excitement rise in your body, but you battled it down and put on a straight face. When you got there, you found Mattheo already sitting on a beanbag chair, he had a black Nirvana t-shirt and black cargo pants. “You look nice,” He said “How did you get that all done?” You had a black tank top with a nice necklace and faded blue jeans. “I skipped my 4th period class. It was gym, anyway.” Mattheo laughed “I pretended to be sick and ‘went to the nurse’” “You are such a bad student!” you said, smiling down at the ground as you sat in the beanbag chair next to Mattheo. “And you are a wonderful student,” he winked, “That’s why I like you.” You blushed “Shut up, Riddle” “Okay Y/L/N” “Can I ask you something?” Mattheo asked “Sure, what is it?” “I- this was a dare, but I really do like you,” “I expected as much. Who gave you the dare?” “Lorenzo Berkshire.” Mattheo blushed and looked down “C-can I kiss you?” “Part of the dare?” You asked, unable to keep the hurt from your voice “No- yes, but the dare was to kiss my crush..” Mattheo said, not looking at you. “Please don’t hate me…” You sighed “I don’t hate you, Mattheo. Why do you think I skipped a class to do my makeup?” Mattheo smiled “So can I kiss you?” “Yes” Mattheo pressed his lips onto yours. He tasted like cigarettes, mint gum, and strawberry shortcake, as odd as that sounds. His hand traveled up your back and his other hand went to the back of your head, tangling in your hair. “I love you so much, Y/N…” He mumbled in between kisses. “I love you too…”

— “Best movie ever actually” Theodore whispered to Lorenzo “This is gonna get so many views,” Lorenzo whispered back, typing furiously on his phone. “I’m gonna tease him for this for eternity” Draco whispered, smirking “Your meeeeean” Pansy whispered, her lips pouting “They’re adorable!”

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apuckishwit · 1 year

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For your prompts: Steddie, and "Want. Take. Have." *tiny voice* maybe make it a little dark? As a treat?

Not SUPER dark, but anyone who has read my AO3 works knows I have absolutely nothing against a little Dark!Eddie now and then, lol. Hope this pleases!

CW: dubious (at best) consent via magic (nothing explicit, though the ending certainly implies more)

Eddie absolutely loathes Starcourt.

It’s loud, overly bright, and always crawling with other Fae, creatures, and—most annoyingly—human magic users. In general, he avoids the place like the plague unless he’s in need of a particularly rare spell component, or his uncle asks him to help out at the shop he’s been running here for the last few centuries.

Today, it’s the latter.

Eddie is lounging behind the counter, idly flicking bolts of his magic at the flowering vines that twine around the entrance to his uncle’s shop and watching the pretty little pink and white blooms (shaped like stars, because of fucking course they are) wither and shrivel before the power inherent in the site brings them back to life. He’s got probably another hour before one of the garden fairies comes to yell at him for straining their preservation spells. He’ll probably stop before then…he doesn’t want to get his uncle fined, after all. It’s been a slow day, fortunately, and his uncle—Eddie can’t quite remember what name he’s using for business these days…something that starts with a W, something depressingly human, as he makes most of his sales to witches and warlocks and using a human name makes them more comfortable or some shit—is due back from his business in their home realm sometime tonight. He’s almost daring to hope that he’ll be able to close up the shop without dealing with any other customers when there’s a soft pop of air and magic right outside the entrance and a group of humans appear in Starcourt’s receiving area.

Bored and feeling a little mischievous, Eddie straightens and leans forward, taking a look at the group. They’re almost all children. Well, all right, mid-teens, probably, but Eddie’s started counting his age in millennia—all humans are children to him, even the most elderly. A decently-powerful witch with curly brown hair is looking around Starcourt with wide, dark eyes, clutching the hand of another witch with two long, flame-red braids. A warlock wearing an eye-searingly bright colored shirt and possibly the stupidest cap Eddie’s ever seen looks far too excited to be here and behind them, bent over with his hands braced on his knees and clearly breathing through the nausea that some humans experience when they step through the portal to Starcourt…

Eddie straightens even further. Well now.

Eddie doesn’t care for humans, in general. They’re noisy, clumsy things in his experience, always thinking they’re wiser and more powerful than they are and making it everyone else’s problem. They do occasionally, however, produce absolutely lovely specimens.

The young man with the teenagers is fucking beautiful. Not a drop of magic in his veins, which surprises Eddie…magicless humans aren’t forbidden from entering Starcourt or anything, but it’s pretty unusual. The man finally straightens, running a hand through his hair. The sleeve of his shirt—he’s wearing a dark blue polo shirt and lightwash jeans, it should look stupid, how is he making it work?—bunches just so over his bicep and Eddie kind of wants to sink his teeth into the muscle.

There are rules for interacting with humans. Customs, traditions, and no few laws that have been written over the centuries. His uncle has adapted well enough, seems content to go through the intricate motions that let him build business and personal relationships with the humans that come to his shop. Gaining things you want from humans has become quite complicated. Eddie’s personal beliefs on the matter are a bit simpler.

Want.

Take.

Have.

He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t. Never mind getting fined, if Eddie’s caught fucking around with a human under the protections of Starcourt’s guest rights, his uncle could get his shop license revoked for the next hundred years. The magicless human listens to something the warlock is saying, before throwing his head back and laughing. A few shafts of sunlight filter down from the roof onto the receiving area, kissing his skin golden.

He just won’t get caught, then.

Eddie raises his forearm to his mouth and blows a gentle breath across the bats tattooed on his pale skin. They flutter their wings briefly before lifting right off his arm, tiny wisps of shadow and darkness. Eddie nods towards the little group with a smirk and the bats dart away, flapping through the air and becoming nearly invisible as soon as they cross the threshold of the shop. Eddie sits back on the little stool behind the counter, closing his eyes as the bats land unobtrusively on the beautiful young man’s back. He feels the little shiver that wracks through the human as his familiars slip down the collar of his shirt, cling to the back of his neck and shoulders.

There’s protection magic woven around him, spells constructed with more strength than skill and pressed into his skin. The magic feels like the warlock currently examining the map of Starcourt set up in the receiving area, like the red-haired witch and the other, dark-haired girl. There’s other magic in the spell, but it’s all young, not fully trained, not fully developed. Eddie tilts his head curiously—why would the only protections placed on this pretty thing have originated from a bunch of half-grown witches and warlocks? It’s quite unsafe for magicless humans to go about this world with no protections. Just about anything could happen to them.

Eddie feels along the threads of magic connecting him to his little familiars, prods just lightly at the protection charms woven around the enthralling human. Strong. He opens his eyes and flicks his gaze to the dark-haired girl. She’s going to be a force to be reckoned with when she comes into her full power. She’s obviously the one who wove most of the spells, though the feel of the warlock’s magic is also very present. How sweet…they must love the young man very much.

Alas, the fairy tales are not entirely accurate, and even reinforced by true love, spells made by half-trained children are still spells made by half-trained children. It is the work of seconds to slip past the protective magic, one of his bats sinking right into the skin at the pretty thing’s nape and going still as the others dissolve into mist and shadow. Eddie watches him sway slightly on his feet, blinking rapidly, before he shakes his head and tunes back in to whatever the kids are saying. Eddie slips from behind the counter and saunters over to the shop entrance, positioning himself to hear the conversation under the guise of coming out of the shop to smoke.

“Steve, c’mon! We’re old enough to go shopping by ourselves,” the warlock wheedles. “I just want some new alchemy tools and El wants to look at the crystals in that dryad’s shop we saw last time. You don’t even like alchemy!”

The pretty human crosses his arms over his chest, levelling the boy with an unimpressed look. “Correct. Hell, I can’t even see half the shit in this place. However, I promised your parents I’d keep an eye on you.”

“Which you can totally do! Just, you know, with, like hourly check-ins or something,” the red-haired witch says, rocking back and forth on her heels. “Steve come on…we’re not going to do anything stupid, and we’ve all got guest rights while we’re here.”

“Max,” the human, Steve apparently says warningly…how funny, most human names (the one he himself often uses notwithstanding) sound stupid to his ears, but he kind of likes this one. ‘Max’ elbows the dark-haired witch in the side and she unleashes a truly lethal set of puppy eyes.

“Please, Steve? Hop never lets me go anywhere by myself. Dustin, Max, and I promise to stay together, and we will check back here every hour.”

Steve narrows his eyes, and Eddie takes the opportunity to brush his fingers over another of his tattoos. The puppeteer’s hand twitches, the strings glowing silver briefly as Eddie whispers, “Let them go, lovely. You’re not worried about it.”

His pretty new toy shivers again, frowning slightly before his face clears and he sighs heavily. “Fine. You have three hours. You check back here every hour on the hour. Don’t make me regret it.”

The warlock and the redhead rear back. “Wait, seriously?” the warlock says. “Dude! Thank you!”

The witches jump up and down in excitement as Steve fishes his wallet out of his pocket and hands them each a few bills of human money (Eddie personally prefers gold, but a lot of Fae and lesser creatures have been switching over to the human monetary system for convenience’s sake). The dark-haired witch hugs him briefly, and then all three children scamper off, leaving his pretty standing in the Starcourt receiving area.

Eddie’s smirk edges into dangerous. Predatory. It’s a bit foolish of the children to leave a completely magicless human by himself in a place where so many magical beings and creatures congregate, even with guest rights. Eddie has no intentions of hurting this beautiful thing, after all. The guest rights aren’t really going to help him. He passes a hand over the puppeteer tattoo again, setting the fingers twitching, the strings glowing.

“Come over here, sweet thing. Let me have a better look at you.”

Across the way, Steve turns towards the store his movements growing slow and a little dreamy as Eddie pulls on the threads of magic connecting them. Eddie stubs his cigarette out in the flowering vines, licking his lips in anticipation as the human draws closer. “Hello,” he purrs when his pretty is standing in front of him, a dazed little smile on his face. Eddie takes his chin in his hand, tilting his head this way and that, stroking that temptingly plush lower lip with his thumb as he does. “Oh, we are going to have some fun,” he whispers. He flicks a bolt of magic at the clock behind the counter, setting it to chime when they have ten minutes before the children are due to check in. Then he shuts the shop door, flips the sign to Closed, and curls his arm around Steve’s trim waist. “Step into my office, pretty.”

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claire-starsword · 8 months

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The Guardiana Magic School Run - Part 7

Well, here goes nothing.

Dang, that bonus is tight.

Mishaela's children start annoyingly close to us, and I think they also poison? I'm hoping Max and Gong can still tank things at this point, but I can't check the enemies' attack stat before hitting them at least once. Bats will be coming from the other side very fast as well, as bats do.

I don't know why I worry.

Except I do, they have 18 attack and Max has 17 defense, so I think we're on the limit of what Max gets scratch damage from, the Dire Clowns should be a bigger worry. Also look at that chonky magic res, the mages will not have a good time here.

Gong gets a lucky double hit and this thing drops a Medical Herb, I am once again calling out how wack drops have been through this run. I didn't even know this many enemies could drop things.

Thankfully the Mannequins are very slow so not only do I manage to beat them up before they ever act again but I also get to give the kills to Anri and Arthur who need exp the most. Now as usual we have bats to deal with and I'm wondering if I can split the team. Anri and Tao will be basically useless on stage as the enemies will have huge magic resistance, so these bats are their main chance at training. Arthur also can't do much up there because anything will wreck him, and I bet the clowns at least have enough defense to shrug his little spear off.

At the same time none of these characters can take a hit to save their lives, so I'm worried even though the bats are kind of outclassed by now. Guess I'll spare Gong to look out for them and hope I don't miss him up there for a while. Not like they'll take too long, the mage can easily take one bat down per turn, and if they don't dodge Arthur should be able to get good hits in as well. Gong also still have the Rousing Ring. To prove that there's nothing to worry about, he one hit kills a bat as soon as I send him there.

The mage duo destroy one bat in the turn as expected and Anri levels up to learn her signature Freeze spell. Not useful in this chapter as I said, but its time will come.

The goddamn bat ruins my training plans because it only has eyes for Max. I don't think it even has eyes to begin with, but for Max it would gain some.

I'm still gonna try saving it for the mages and Arthur, but I don't think Anri can reach this turn.

These other children of Mishaela however have Freeze level 1 which is an extra pain to think about, but Max should be able to tank them. Especially if the third one take its time coming.

Again why do I even worry about this man.

GOD this bat sucks though. Now if I send Arthur after it he'll be in range of the puppets. The puppets are likely going for Max though, but I don't wanna risk it.

Tao hits the bat but Anri can't reach, Khris heals Max from a Freeze he took to the face, of course the puppets went after him.

Lowe finally puts the Doll Hater to good use and gets the level up for Heal 2.

Also did you see this coming? I saw this coming a while ago. Why didn't I give him the Rousing Ring again. Why do I expect enemies to hit someone else. At least Arthur gets a kill and some exp.

It's turn 6 and these are the only enemies left, if it weren't the Marionette maybe I'd feel optimistic. At least Max refuses to sleep for any time more than he is forced to.

Turn 7. The Marionette moves right after Gong while the Dire Clowns are last, so I'm hoping he can take a Freeze and get healed by someone. Unfortunately there's a chance the clowns counter I think.

It's also tragic to see him hit for a third of the enemy's HP when he was one punch man just a battle ago.

That chonky level up means he's mad about it too.

D:<

I HATE THIS BATTLE

no one can take that! no amount of Charm Rings can help anyone take that! And it's an area spell! Why does a beginning enemy has a level 4 spell???

aaaaaaarghh. It's always Gong too.

Turn 8 already, no way in hell I'm getting the bonus. I doubt even a rush of Max + Doll Hater would get rid of the Marionette in a single turn, and without eliminating the clowns someone will die for sure. I didn't even advance anyone last turn because no one except Max has any chance of approaching now.

God he hits hard though, he's so ridiculous compared to everyone else.

hmm. I realize my mistake too late though. I sent Gong after the clown back there because he was faster than the Marionette, so if he survived the hit he could be healed before the clowns moved.

Max isn't, he's right after the Marionette. He's gonna get hit by the remaining clown and the boss in succession.

Maaaaaaaybe he can tank it but brace yourselves for first loss of the run.

Arthur picks up some coins in a chest just to feel something before going to hide in a hole or something, there's nothing he can do here.

THE CLOWN DIDN'T MOVE I LIVE

also i might be messing up the math here but. Max has 32% magic resistance, so I assume the spell is doing 68% of its base damage, which means the base damage is at most 17, as 68% of 18 is more than 12, and Max took only 11 damage. But Gong had at least 9% of magic resistance last time I checked and that would be enough to drop that 17 down, yet he took 17 damage. There's something wack about this.

Pointing that out does not help me win, but this is a school so it's important to off on tangents from time to time in hopes class reaches an end faster. Unfortunately here the fast way would be to die.

Max cannot finish that clown alone because he likes it too much. Tao has as much magic resistance as him, so I'm hoping that even if the Marionette aims at her she'll take the same 11 damage and survive. If the Marionette decides for a physical attack I'm dead. Also the clown has freaking 50% resistance so she might not even kill them but I have to try.

Blaze 2 barely makes it, anything weaker wouldn't.

Anri also opens a chest to feel something (it's a Steel Arrow) and joins Arthur in the "loser with less than 12 HP" corner. Sorry fellas I promise next battle is better for you.

Khris heals Max and gets a nice level up as reward. Lowe needs to start on some doll hating but I'd rather wait until the Marionette's next action has gone by. That will happen in the next reblog because i'm running out of images per tumblr post.

#shining force #guardiana magic school run

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 9 months

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Thanks, @my-excellent-bicycle, for recommending me this recent podcast interview with David O'Doherty. I annoyingly couldn't find a non-Spotify link, and I normally do my best to avoid Spotify, so it says something about how much I wanted to hear it that I listened to it on Spotify when I couldn't find it anywhere else.

I really enjoyed it. DO'D is great in interviews - he's like Mark Watson, in that he's one of those comedians who's really thoughtful and analytical and insightful and all those other qualities that make someone good specifically as an interviewee. Lots of people are very funny and talented comedians but don't much to say in an interview that's worthwhile. DO'D's always got good stuff to say, which is why I will listen to any interview of him that I come across (or helpfully have someone send to me), even if it means I have to use the Spotify media player.

First of all - did anyone else know the meaning of his internet name? I knew that he uses phlaimeaux on Twitter, and I think a few other sites. I'd heard him say before that it was a breakdancing name, which sounded fucking ridiculous to me, I thought I must have misremembered it, or, more likely, misunderstood it in the first place. Maybe he was joking and I just didn't realize.

But in this interview he explained it in more detail, and no, I had it fucking right. When he was a kid, he did breakdancing, and when he was about twenty, he created a Twitter account, and he used the nickname he'd been given as a child breakdancer. Because he didn't think Twitter would be a big enough deal for it to matter what name he chose, and he didn't expect to get famous, so he didn't put more thought into it than that. That was all stuff I'd heard before; all this interview did was confirm that I hadn't, you know, dreamed it. But this interview did give me the new information that the reason why it was his breakdancing nickname is it's a phonetic spelling of "fly mo", which is short for "Fly Motherfucker". Which is fucking adorable. It's mean to be pronounced Phlai-maux.

I would say it's extremely weird that DO'D has a fucking breakdancing name, but actually... I did once make a gif that compiled several instances of David O'Doherty throwing himself at various things (respectively: Daniel Kitson, the floor, Jason Byrne) in various years (respectively: 2007, 2005, 2003) at Late 'n' Live shows. Apparently that man has breakdanced before.

Anyway. Even aside from that, it's a good interview. He talks a lot about his origins in comedy, which is always interesting to me. About his dad being a jazz musician and him getting that plastic keyboard as a kid and meeting the Conchords in early 00s Edinburgh and jamming with them and that led to him opening for them on a tour of America years later.

But he also gets into comedy in general, which I found very interesting. About what comedy is, what should and shouldn't be considered part of the genre. Stuff I've heard him say at other times, that he's friends with Hannah Gadsby and angry at all the backlash Nannette got, not just because so much of it was misogynistic (though it was, and he knows that), but also because so much of it was based around claims of "this isn't comedy!", and he hates any narrow views of what comedy is. That these people think comedy is always just one guy with a microphone doing 50 punchlines in 10 minutes.

I find that discussion interesting, of what should be classed as "comedy". And I'm in DO'D camp - I think pretty well anything can be comedy. Personally, I've been broadening my comedy horizens lately, but it definitely has borders. In the last year, I've tried a lot of things that I was hesitant about because they were billed as experimental, and I wasn't sure if I'd "get it". Joseph Morpurgo, Jordan Brookes, John-Luke Roberts. At one point, that seemed too "experimental" for me, until I actually tried it, and learned that no, it's just funny. You don't need some special extra sense for "getting" complex art to understand it. It's funny. I've only recently been trying hard to give sketch comedy a try. I'd avoided that Lazy Susan special for ages because I'd thought it would be too complicated, until I watched it, and... honestly, it's so not complicated. You so don't need to be some deep knowledgeable comedy fan to understand what they're doing. It's just funny sketches. Honestly, I don't know why I ever thought of sketch comedy as "not my thing" because I'm "not knowledgable enough about comedy to understand it". Fucking Monty Python, my favourite show for a while as a kid, was sketch comedy. It's just jokes in a slightly different format.

Having said that, there are still sub-genres of comedy that I consider "outside my wheelhouse". I keep wanting to give that Elf Lyons special Swan a try, but I recoil a bit at anything that can be described with the word "clowning". The word "cabaret" will also throw me off. I've enjoyed a few drag shows I've been to in person over hte years, I'm not sure I have enough appreciation of the form to enjoy it in a recording. Not all forms of comedy are for me. But I love that they're all out there! I love that people are doing weird experimental theatre and drag and burlesque and clowning and it's all comedy. And maybe someday I'll appreciate it all.

These are all things DO'D got me thinking about, when he talked about people who have too narrow a view of what comedy is. And he talked about all the different things out there that he loves. He mentioned Sam Campbell, and reminded me that Campbell's couple of specials that are YouTube are also things I'd initially avoided because I heard he's a bit "experimental" and I thought it might take some extra comedy knowledge to "get it", until I watched it, and learned, no, he's just fucking hilarious. Also, he did a very funny Comedy Blaps thing, and David O'Doherty was in it. God, I can't wait for Tasmaster season 16.

There was other good stuff in the interview too. It's worth listening to for people who like hearing David O'Doherty talk. Thanks for sending it to me, @my-excellent-bicycle.

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you’re on your own, kid II FALCIEN

I waited ages to see you there. I search the party of better bodies just to learn that you never cared. You're on your own, kid. You always have been.

“Dude, you cannot just summon me whenever the fuck you want, you know that, right?” Fallon asked as she walked into Lucien��s apartment. She threw her bag on the ground, hands on her hips as she looked at him expectantly. “I have done literally so much magic for you over the past few days, I don’t know what else you could possibly need.”

Lucien gave her an amused look, shaking his head. “Your mother would have your tongue if you spoke to her that way, you are aware of that, yes?”

It was Fallon’s turn to chuckle, raising an eyebrow. “My mother also wouldn’t fuck you and I can only guess that it’s because you’re packing less than a roll of pennies below the waist, but don’t worry, I hear that penis pump technology gets better by the day.” Lucien is already opening his mouth to speak again when Fallon holds up a hand to stop him. “Let’s leave mother dearest out of it, okay, pumpkin?”

Annoyed and defeated, he relents, waving her further into the apartment. She follows, arms crossed as she takes in the surroundings. Fallon had been the one to spell Lucien’s apartment for him, making it safe from anyone that wasn’t invited in, vampire or not. The hot guy that was either asleep or dead on the couch was definitely new. “Who’s the hunk?” she asked, taking a seat.

“His name is Devin. People have names and feelings, Fallon,” Lucien answered, bringing her a glass of wine. She made a face, wishing it was whiskey, but accepted it anyhow.

“That’s kind of rich coming from you. Are you not the same guy that only refers to Aunt Caroline as ‘that annoyingly persistent blonde’ or some variation?”

Lucien scowls, hating that she constantly made sense and poked holes in every single thing he said. She truly was a De Martel. It was frustrating and enthralling all at the same time. “Do I not pay you to be nice?” he asked, eyes narrow.

“No,” Fallon answers, downing her wine, standing up and rubbing her hands together. “Now, enough, chit chat. I gotta go meet a man about some molly after this and if you keep yammering you’re gonna make me late. I need money, you need magic. Now what’s the hunk here for?”

Right on time, the aforementioned man woke up with a start and Lucien brought him a glass that could have been wine, but Fallon’s heightened senses told her was actually blood. “Ew, you turned him?” she asked, her nose wrinkling as Lucien forced the very confused Devin to drink.

As soon as he had downed his fill and the fangs had grown in to prove it, Lucien snapped the man’s neck again, dusting off his suit before looking at Fallon. “I need you to put me inside him.”

“You want me to be your fluffer?” she asked, obviously disgusted and starting to head for the door.

“No, Fallon. Jesus Christ. I need you to put my essence, inside of him. I don’t want anyone to recognize me the next time that I leave the house, or for the immediate future.”

“Oh.” That was a lot less gross for her, if she was being honest. “That’s fine. Kinda annoying to do since I have to keep your stupid regular body safe too. You give me a thousand bucks and we’ve got a deal.”

Lucien rolled his eyes, pulling out his wallet and passing Fallon over the amount she asked for. He knew that she extorting him, over charging like hell, but he couldn’t say no to her. She was Aurora’s child, after all.

“Thanks,” she said with a small smile, genuine for once. “Alright, let’s do this, you fucking freak. Lay down. I’ll do the hard part and you just relax.”

Lucien did as she said. It was painless, for him at least. When he woke, his body felt unfamiliar and he grinned, knowing it must have worked. Fallon was already gone, and his body was nowhere in sight. A note from her stated that she had spelled his coffin to be invisible and he couldn’t help but feel proud. She was a good kid.

And him? Well, Lucien Castle was a new man.

#sp #you're on your own kid #WOOHOO

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greenflamethegf · 10 months

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D&D is more fun when characters make poor finical decisions

What I mean to say. I think D&D character should be more encouraged to spend their gold on silly stuff. Like, a manticore claw neckless might not give your character any bonuses, but it's cool.

I want character two pay extra for a nice big ruby in their dark-steel blade for cool moments. I want character two by 5 barrels of ale and announce tonight everyone drinks free, and I want a game that doesn't punish you for it.

Like, I don't ant a choice to be +1 sword or a big party. Like, this is a power fantasy game, so let us gave fun.

Funnily enough, the closest I have seen to it, happened in Pathfinder 1e. Septically with a class called Noble Scion, and while the class is hella powerful. For this discussion, I want to focus on Prestigious Influence, it's not exactly a lot of money, but it is free fuck around money. Annoyingly, it still has some min/max uses, like spell casting services or propaganda. However, it has the right idea and I want a wealth system that works something like this

Similar, thing happens in World of Darkness. However, there is like, oh if you resources that's your monthly budget for everything, and your net-worth can be up to 10(? I don't remember the exact number) that budget. However, in WoD, you got like the XP system, and you can spend XP on anything, so like your choice is do you want a nice house or +1 to all firearms attacks, and odds are your character is going to last longer if you choose the +1. Also, like, if you didn't start with assets up to your net-worth limit, well, 10 months is a long time.

However, this is somewhere in the ballpark of what I really want. I want. I want 'your character is wealthy, we aren't even going to track that party as expanse'. Not only because, spending money on silly stuff is fun, but also because bookkeeping is annoying. I never play characters with bows in dnd/pf, because I have 0 care to track arrows.

Dungeon World kinda has a right idea with arrows, and dungeon gear. Like, we abstract most items away and like instead of tracking the exact number you track just broad numbers. However, rangers are still taxed, because arrows cost money, sword maintenance is free.

I think what I need is to Homebrew my own system. Probably something that largly focuses on net-worth limit and free bowling money. I already have a small thing that focuses on WoD dice system for D&D like system, and I think I will make classes in a style of PbtA/PF 2e, so rather than a full fix set of abilities it's a set of abilities around a thematic and you can build your own mix

#game design #game dev #ttrpg #ttrpg design #dnd #pathfinder 1e #pf1e #wod #world of darkness #dungenworld

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Rating: 4.5/5

Book Blurb: Hilda and the Troll meets The Okay Witch in this delightfully whimsical middle grade graphic novel about a magical cyclops cat on her first trip away from home who learns even the most ordinary journeys can be magical with the right company!

It’s a wild, enchanted, wonderful world out there, way beyond the fjord that a one-eyed cat named Wizkit calls home. But Wizkit wouldn’t know anything about that—as a Wizard’s apprentice, all her lessons are indoors, and she’s far too lazy to go out exploring. There’s no need to—she already knows enough spells to conjure up delicious snacks whenever she’s hungry!

But when an overdue library book literally cries out to be returned, Wizkit’s Teacher decides she must be the one to take it back. Reluctantly (and rather accidentally), the journey to the Library begins. With the annoyingly optimistic Book in tow, Wizkit sets off on an adventure that is full of strange characters with even stranger problems. Wizkit will soon find out that, with a little support and a new friendship, her own magical talents can be part of the solution.

Review:

A fun and whimsical adventure featuring a magical cyclops cat and her first adventure away from home! WizKit is a one eyed cat who can do magic, she’s a wizard’s apprentice and she spends most of her time indoors because she’s too lazy to go out exploring, however that all changes when an overdue library book cries out for help! Now it’s up to Wizkit to adventure out and return the book to the Library. Wizkit and the book will go on an adventure, meet new friends, go to new places, and have a fun adventure! This was such a charming and cute read that I think would make a great graphic novel for any kid who enjoys something whimsical and charming.

*Thanks Netgalley and Simon and Schuster Children's Publishing, Atheneum Books for Young Readers for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #bookish #wizkit #graphic novel

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ashes0909 · 5 months

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For ao3 wrapped [writers edition]

Favorite work you wrote this year?

What do you listen to while writing?

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Which work of yours have you reread the most

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Favorite work you wrote this year?/Which work of yours have you reread the most

Writing for different fandoms makes this so hard to choose a favorite work for me! I definitely have a favorite for each ship/fandom!

Ultimately, though, I think my Steve/Tony fic “I’m…not dating your brother?” is my favorite, because it is also the fic from the year that I keep coming back to reread the most. Something about making Natasha and Tony twins, and having Natasha push Steve along to his feelings realization is just a lot of fun!

What do you listen to while writing?

I have two writing modes primarily: sit on the couch and dither away a couple hundred words to the TV or sprint time. If it's sprint time, and I'm looking to get closer to 1k in a couple sprints, I exclusively listen to this one group, Vitamin String Quartet. I don't know why or how or when I found them, but for the last decade they are who I gravitate to.

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

According to AO3, I've written 60,000 words this year. If you subtract my True Blood Stony fic (which was written in previous years but is counted because I started posting it this year) and my compilation fic that rolled into this year but is mostly words from years past, that's still 40,000 words.

I wish I could pinpoint to a favorite line or passage but one that sticks out is this moment between Draco and Harry from my Hedonistic Holiday fic

Draco hissed back then bit Harry’s bottom lip, making it so that Harry couldn’t speak the spell but it didn’t matter, the need built in him so much that between one blink and the next they were in his hotel room, a silent, wandless spell he manifested by thought alone. Draco stayed in his arms, but broke their lips apart so he could look around at Harry’s hotel room, then back to Harry with eyes wide with awe and dark with lust. “You really wordlessly apparated us, didn’t you?” Harry shrugged. He didn’t want to talk about magic right now, he just wanted Draco’s lips back on his. Draco’s laugh carried with it a hysterical sort of sound. “Bloody hell, Potter--” “It’s Harry,” Harry reminded him, tugging him closer by the hips. He may never let go of this man’s hips again. “I know who you are, you prat.” Draco pulled him close, so he could whisper feverishly into his ear. “You’re so annoyingly talented, it makes me want to see what else you could do without even a passing thought.” “Sorry.” Harry beamed in Draco’s arms. “All my thoughts are occupied.” Harry kissed him again.

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Honestly, every year whatever new characters I find wiggling into my brain and heart become the ones that are most difficult to write.

Last year that was Game Changers characters Ilya and Shane, this year it's definitely Anakin and Obi-Wan. This is 100% because, as a writer, I have to grow into their voices and worlds etc. But, funnily enough, they were also my favorite to write for the same reasons!

Loved these questions. Thanks for sending these in - ao3 wrapped.

#askmeme #writing asks #ao3 wrapped #tvd1992

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(Two things, 1. This is my first time requesting so I'm sorry if this is not the thing to do it, and 2. Sorry if somethings is misspelled or grammatically incorrect, eng is not my first language:p)

May I request some of the bros, specially Mammon, Luci and Satan, with a MC who's similar to Lucifer in some aspects (like, some of their manners are the same as his and sometimes they're little bit too strict) and after a while they discover that its bc MC is also an older sibling. And (only if you want) meeting their younger sibling, please 🙏

Btw love your works ♡♡♡

Lucifer Number 2~

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

It doesn't occur to Lucifer how similar the two of you are, but the first thing he realizes is how pleasant conversations with you can be. You both share common interests, your tastes suit his own, and you seem to be the only competent person in this house.

You're the responsible type, and he likes it. He'll sometimes find you scolding his brothers for their behavior too, and as amusing of a sight as that may be, he doesn't want you to be burdened with their idiocy.

AND you're the eldest sibling in your household? Cheers to that. You too know the weight of being the responsible oldest, and the role one must take to ensure their siblings grow up well. You too know that you'd rather your siblings have things easier than you did.

But there's one thing he finds annoying... You can NEVER speak your feelings, and act as if it’d kill you to do so. He can respect secrecy when it's appropriate, but Lucifer would like to know what's on your mind. Not only that, but you can be HORRIBLY headstrong. There's nothing that can stray you away from what you've already decided.

"MC, I request that you take a few days off from school to do as you please. I've already spoken with Diavolo and your professors, and you've been given an excuse. I know you'll study anyway, so I've dropped off your assignments in your room. But... you should rest. It isn't good for you to be pushing yourself so hard. Hm? You're calling me a hypocrite?"

Mammon

As if one Lucifer wasn't enough. Now there's TWO of em?! Why's his luck gotta be so lousy!

Definitely the first to realize how much like Lucifer you are, and was SHOOK. Seriously, what gives?! What horrors exist in the human world that could've made you like THAT..?

Ever since you showed up, it's been impossible to get away with anything! He can't sneak out of the house because you're always there somehow, you tattle on him when you catch him leaving anyone's room, and you won't even let him copy your homework! What gives?!

Avoids you like the plague. You're no fun! There's only rare moments when you're kinda okay, and he likes those the best. The times when you're kinda sensitive and you'll drop the high and mighty act. But then you're back to being a pest!

"For the billionth time, I ain't got time to study! There's money to be made, and a guy like me ain't gonna waste a second lookin' at a dumb book when I could be- H-Huh?! You're gonna call Lucifer?! N-now, there's no need to be so hasty, right? Oi!! I'm sorry, damn it-!"

Levi

What's the deal with Lucifer number two? As comedic of a trope as that may be, Levi doesn't really care for having two nagging types in the house. Especially a human...

When you're in his room, all you do is nitpick about how he should tidy up and open a window! Don't you know that an otaku's room is his pride and joy?! It's a sacred space not to be trampled on by the opinions of a normie!!!

But still... he has to admit that even if you don't get all the stuff he's talking about, you at least try to understand it. And there are even some of his interests that you're genuinely invested in!

You might be a pain in the neck and harass him about annoying things, but he guesses he can deal with it if you'll actually sit through a TSL marathon with him...

"I-I'll lend you this manga, so make sure you read it! And when you're finished with that, I'll lend you the spin-off series by the author's brother! I know you'll like it, since you're interested in gritty stuff. Oh, and- Huh? My laundry? Y-yeah.... I'll do that.."

Satan

You are... surprisingly good company. Satan enjoys talking to you over afternoon tea, and the two of you share stories between one another.

But still, he can't shake the feeling that there's something... unpleasantly familiar about your personality. It isn't until you say something that sounds suspiciously similar to what Lucifer would say that he realizes who you remind him of. And oh, he hates it.

Tries playing pranks on you, but somehow they never go to plan. How that is is beyond him, but you never fall for anything! No matter how sweet his smile, you're always rightfully suspicious. You're annoyingly meticulous about checking your surroundings, and you're so aware of yourself that it's troublesome! Be more gullible!!

The king of petty has decided that its now his life goal to make you fall for at least one of his pranks. He doesn't care how elaborate he has to make it, or how unrewarding the payoff may be. He'll make you pay for seeing his brother in two places at once.

"MC, would you like to join me this afternoon for a book reading? Though, I'd love it if you could read this book in particular. I think you'll find it very-.... Hm? 'Isn't this the cursed book that makes you grow hair all over your body', you ask? Ahaha.... tch."

Asmo

Come now, there can't be TWO killjoys in the house! That's way too depressing!! It was funny at first to see that there's someone who can match the scary Lucifer's energy, but now it's becoming a nuisance!

You won't even go to the countless parties he's invited you to! Hell, you barely even give yourself room to mess around a little? Isn't it boring being so tightly wound? You're in luck, because the adorable Asmo-chan knows the PERFECT way to let loose~

You'll RARELY let him close to you, and that's usually when you're tired of him harassing you. Then he gets the honor of playing with your hair while you've got no energy to fight back! He'll style it wonderfully for you!

Also nags you to take better care of yourself. You're not a demon, so you have to care for your health! These late night study sessions are giving you bags under your eyes! And stop taking on so many extracurricular activities!

"Geez, MC! I didn't think you'd die from overworking, but that's the path you're headed on! You really are like Lucifer, you know? That being said, I'll do my best to make sure you relax! Shall we begin~?"

Beel

Beel may not be too bothered by Lucifer's strictness, but that doesn't mean he's immune to it. To think that even a human can be like that...

It's nice to see that you can take care of yourself, but aren't you working too hard? Your grades are good and you've got many interesting talents, but you also have to properly rest.

Has started bringing you snacks on the regular. And don't even think about skipping meals, because he won't allow it. He'll literally pick you up and bring you to the table if he has to. And if you're staying up late to study? He'll carry you to bed. Don't try to protest.

Beel is your babysitter now and there's nothing you can do about it. It's good to be responsible, but don't think about trying to take care of everyone else if you can't care for yourself. Now eat these twelve meat buns he bought for you.

"MC, let's eat lunch together. I know you were going to skip because I heard you talking to Solomon earlier, and I won't let you. Ah, don't worry about not having money, because I've already bought you some lunch. Let's eat in the courtyard."

Belphie

NO.... IT CAN'T BE... THIS HAS TO BE A NIGHTMARE....HE WANTS TO WAKE UP....

You're such a drag. You harass him to attend student council meetings, but him about his studies, and won't let him avoid a single obligation he has. What are you, his mother?

Has 100% joined forces with Satan to try to make you fall for many, many unsuccessful pranks. Are you curse proof or something? When he tried a '10 hour bed-head' spell on you, it just rebounded right to him! Then he found out that you'd borrowed a spell repelling amulet from Solomon and realized just how prepared you are...

When you aren't bothering his entire soul by trying to make him do things, you're actually nice to talk to. You're knowledgeable, you pay attention to the people around you, and you can always read a room. He likes to ask you for advice sometimes.

"Aren't you tired of being like that all the time? So... attentive, I mean. You should just take a nap some time. Or better yet, take the week off. Maybe I'll teach you how to properly relax? Then you might finally be able to take that stick out of your- ow... What're you hitting me for?"

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ starting prompt: “Everything changed for me when I met her... My Beloved.”

♡ pairing: yandere! damian wayne (Robin) & fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “imagine me and you? I do. I think about day and night, it’s only right, to think about the girl you love and hold her tight. so happy together.”

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / in this AU everyone in the batfamily is a yandere and probably has a darling so yeah.

Gotham Academy, for the wealthy and elite one might say. you were one of the lucky ones who got accepted through their scholarship programs and busted your ass off to keep your grades up all years.

you had very few friends considering most Academy students hardly interacted those who they deemed poor. one friend you did have though was the Wayne heir himself. Damian was one of the first to introduce himself to you when you first arrived to Gotham Academy and really remained your friend throughout the years.

the fresh morning air blew in the wind, making you pull your jacket closer to you as you tried to find warmth in it. the jackets they provided for your uniform were extremely thin and hardly held in any kind of heat.

“hey! I think the Wayne kid is looking for you!” you heard your friend, Reagan tell you, “he’s waiting for you at the central garden!” you gave him a smile, thanking him for letting you know before running to where Damian usually was in the morning.

your mornings with Damian, when he would attend school, would start with him bringing you your favorite coffee and switching homework assignments.

unlike Damian, you were usually better in courses that had to do with humanities, such as history and english courses and you lacked the smarts that Damian had with science and math courses so the two of you would swap homework first thing in the morning.

“good morning Wayne,” you said, sitting down on the bench. he handed you his coffee, blowing it to make sure it wasn’t too hot, “good morning, beloved. how did you sleep?” he asked, making sure your eye bags weren’t too harsh.

you shrugged, “I’m okay. just stressed because of midterms and all of that. how did you sleep?” you asked, taking a sip of coffee. “great considering we fell asleep on Facetime together,” he mentioned, “I did the ap calc homework that you can finally copy!” he added on.

Damian handed you the calc homework as he watched you scribble down the answers. he noticed that you had painted your nails a new color and touched the polish with his finger, “baby blue? that’s new,” he murmured. you nodded happily, “I love this color on me. I even brought color with me in case it chipped throughout the day!” you exclaimed.

you showed him the bottle and he grabbed it, “put it on me,” you were taken back by the request. you didn’t take Damian was the kind of guy to dabble in wearing polish but nevertheless complied and put the polish on it before grabbing his hand and blowing on it to make it dry quicker, “I didn’t know you wore nail polish!” you mentioned.

Damian thought for a moment.

“I don’t but that way people will know we’re matching,” he murmured as the warning bell rang off.

you and Damian walked slowly to your first period class. the summer going into your Senior year, Damian made it a duty of his to make sure that the two of you shared the same classes. so without you knowing, he had Tim hack into the Gotham Academy school system and pull Damian onto the rosters where you were enrolled in.

you found the similarities to be funny, however; some of the teachers wondered how the hell they put the two of you in every class together. some didn’t care considering you were able to keep Damian from saying smart shit to someone in class and others were just weirded out by the coincidence.

“god, I hate this class. you know Matt who sits in front of the class? I have to swear some gross comment about how great my legs look in the uniform by him at least twice every day.”

Damian’s eye twitched at what you had said, “does it bother you?” he asked, his fist clenched. you nodded annoyingly, “more than anything in the world. I can’t go one day without hearing the comments,” you groaned.

the two of you got to class but as you walked in, you had saw that Matt wasn’t in class and sighed in relief. Damian had told you he was running off to the bathroom before class started and just to write down whatever he missed while he was gone.

you sat down, immediately writing what was already on the board but as the class started, Damian still hadn’t shown up. you were beginning to think that maybe the coffee had upset his stomach but about half way through the class, Damian came and plopped down at his desk.

“where were you? Jackson nearly had a fit because you were late!” you muttered to him. he shrugged, taking out his pen and notebook before leaning over to copy what you had on yours.

it took about another twenty minutes when another teacher ran into the class frantically, “Matthew Harrison was just found in the garden, unconscious and is barely hanging onto his life!” the teacher told your teacher, making all of you gasp in surprise, “call an ambulance!”

you stared to Damian wide eyed, “my God, that’s insane! we were just there. I wonder who did it,” you told Damian, chewing your lip nervously, “I hope whoever did it doesn’t come for any of us.”

Damian could tell you were scared from the news and he quickly grabbed your hand, “I think you’re safe, beloved. you shouldn’t worry about it,” he assured you. you nodded, going back to writing down the notes, “hey, he finally got what he deserved for harassing you, right?” Damian mentioned.

you laughed shaking your head, “I guess but I mean, I hope he doesn’t die or anything,” that was the last thing you said before the both of you got to working on the work the teacher assigned for the class while she was gone.

Damian could tell you were shaken by the news but at the end of the day, he did what he had to do. someone was harassing his beloved and he’d be damned if they got away with it. it took every ounce of self restriction to stop himself from actually killing the idiot but the beating he actually gave him did more than enough to satisfy him for the time being.

two broken legs, a broken nose, and making him go blind in one eye was more than enough. the great thing about Gotham Academy was that because of how old the building was, cameras weren’t installed anywhere outside and any cameras that were inside were just in the upgraded part of the school which happened to be the front of the school and the gym.

the end of the day came as Damian had offered to take you home. you denied the request, telling him you wanted to walk to get some fresh air before you trapped yourself in your room for the rest of the night.

Damian was hesitant on letting you but at the end of the day, you weren’t his...yet. he knew his feelings for you weren’t exactly normal. far from it, actually.

when his feelings for you boiled over to damn near obsession, he confided in the one person he trusted the most and that was Dick. he practically confessed how he needed to be near or around you every day or else he would go insane. even if it was just seeing you from afar made his day a 100x better.

Dick laughed at his brothers confession because he knew it was about time it happened to him. he had gone through the same feelings when he met his now wife and so did Bruce, Tim, Duke, and Jason.

when Damian was finally confident enough to tell everyone else, they finally let him in on the family secret. these feelings were nothing to be afraid of. he should embrace them and hell, make his feelings get even ‘worse’. it was his job as your protector to feel that way and act on his instincts for you.

Damian got home, seeing his father and brother watching the news. they were covering what happened at school and a part of him laughed seeing the coverage.

“did you see what happened?” Dick asked his brother. Damian nodded, kicking off his shoes and laying on the other couch, “of course I did because I was the one who did it,” he said nonchalantly.

Bruce and Dick stared at him, wide eyed and shocked, “the scum was messing with my beloved. he was making disgusting comments about her and degrading her in a way she and I didn’t like. the piece of shit deserved more than what he got,” he stated, not even bothering to look at them to see their reaction.

“so it’s best we don’t investigate this, I assume?” Bruce asked, “you would assume right,” Damian replied.

Dick got off the couch and went on one knee to look at his brother, “Damian, you know the implications that comes with how you left him. you know that, right?” he stated. Damian stared at Dick with no fear in his eyes, “everything changed for me when I met her... my beloved. I would kill for her if I had too.”

Bruce sat in his seat, proudly smirking at what his son said. Dick nodded, walking back to the couch as Damian stood up to go to his bedroom, “it’s only a matter of what before I make her mine so expect her to be around soon enough,” he told them.

a few weeks had passed since the incident with your classmate. since then, you had gotten clingier to Damian, not wanting to be at the end of the beating. Daimian had no issue in it, he was practically basking in the touches and side hugs you were giving him.

you and Damian had decided to head back to his place after school to get some studying done. Friday nights were usually reserved to studying at your place but Damian had offered to make you dinner at his place and study before watching a few movies.

you had never been over the Wayne manor before and frankly, you were kind of scared to run into his father. THE Bruce Wayne would most likely be in attendance and meeting the most powerful man in Gotham would probably scare anyone.

Damian unlocked the gate, quickly taking your backpack as you snuggled into his jacket. you were immediately welcomed by his butler, Alfred who offered to put both of you bags in the hallway so no one would step over them. you thanked him profusely, making Damian mutter to you that that’s why he was here. to serve you.

“so, what would you like to eat, beloved? I can make you anything you desire,” he boasted. you looked at the cookbook that was laid next to you and flipped through the first few pages, “this sounds nice,” you pointed to the plant based steak with veggies.

Damian quickly got to work, making the veggies first as he offered for you taste them every now and again. you would usually relay a kiss on his cheek as he finally got to cooking the steak. you couldn’t help but wonder how he got to be such a great cook, however; as he was finishing plating the food, you saw his father as well as you assumed were his brothers.

“uh Damian?” you mentioned, pointing to the three men who walked in. Damian sighed knowing that of course his brothers were going to come and annoy him, “who’s your friend?” Dick asked, putting his chin on his hand.

“this is ( your name ), my beloved,” he told them proudly. you were a bit taken back by the nickname he so easily used on you, “ahh, we’ve heard so much about you,” Tim continued, “she’s so pretty....she’s not like other girls,” Dick mocked.

your face felt a burning sensation as Bruce told his sons to be quiet, “nice to meet you ( your name ),” Bruce introduced, “welcome to the family,” you barely caught what he said as Damian excused the two of you to go up to his bedroom.

“your family is...nice,” you tried to say without sounding nervous. Damian rolled his eyes, “they’re bunch of idiots. that’s what they are,” he muttered, not bothering to look back at them.

once you got to his room, your mouth dropped a bit. you had never seen such a luxurious bedroom before. satin sheets, the coldest pillows, his bedroom could probably house a family if he really wanted too and the fact that this was his bedroom, you were taken back.

“wow, so this is how the rich and famous live?” you joked, sitting down on his bed. he shook his head, “all this means nothing to me...as long as you’re with me, I’d be the happiest person alive,” you stared at Damian, wondering if what he said was really true.

the two of you ate, mostly in silence as you tried to take what Damian had said. there had been rumors floating around Gotham Academy that Damian might’ve liked you. you tried to dispel the rumors, claiming that someone like you was no where near Damian’s type but now that you were hearing the words he was telling you, you were more keen on acting on his feelings.

after finishing dinner, he offered for you to join him on his bed to watch a movie. you had never actually gotten to hang out with Damian outside of school. since you were always so busy doing schoolwork and Damian always had things to take care of, as he put it, you two never relaxed together.

the aura in the room was cozy as he offered you a very expensive looking blanket to cover you up from the chilly air coming from his window. the movie the two of you picked was some random rom-com, it felt kind of stupid to be watching this kind of movie with Damian but at some point, you stopped paying attention to the movie and looked up to him.

“did you really mean what you said earlier?” you whispered to him. he gave you a confused look, “of course I did. would I ever lie to you?” he said back, kind of offended that you would even accuse him of lying.

you sat back up on the bed and turned to fix yourself as you finally gave him a kiss. Damian’s eyes widened, not expecting you to do that to him. regardless, he immediately pulled you on top of him and deepened the kiss by pushing you up against him.

Damian slid his hands in the back pocket of your skirt, finding it a bit confusing why the uniforms even had pockets on the skirts. he gripped your ass a bit, making you moan in surprise as Damian tried his hardest to contain himself but failing as he slipped his tongue into yours.

the two of you remained kissing for what felt like hours. you knew your lips were bound get bruised from the amount of tugging Damian was doing but by the time you pulled away, you could see the faintest of blushes appearing on Damian’s brown skin.

“wow, didn’t know you felt like that for me,” you muttered shyly. Damian chuckled, giving you a quick peck, “I have feelings you wouldn’t even begin to understand but one day....one day you will,” he replied.

you didn’t pay no mind to his reply as he had brought you down for another kiss. what you didn’t catch was the smirk playing on his face. he knew that once graduation came, there would already be a ring on that left ring finger and soon enough, you’d be baring his heirs.

the Wayne’s got what they wanted. it didn’t matter what they had to do to get it but what the Wayne’s wanted, they got.

#dc #dc comics #dc imagines #dc imagine #dc x reader #damian wayne #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x reader #yandere damian wayne #yandere damian wayne x reader #yandere damian wayne imagine

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bambuwu-writes · 2 years

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May I have hugs and cuddles from Banri and Mqnkai Beauty Club? It's been a rough week, and I could do with some comfort, also, I really really really like your works!

BRB GONNA CRY,...,.,.,,,.THANK YEW weueueueueue

Banri

The second he noticed you’re kinda burnt out and tired and generally feeling bad he was ready to punch somebody

“Did somebody bother you? Wait, did somebody hurt you? I swear to godddd I will physically fight them, gimme an address!”

You will have to wrestle this fool into his room so he doesnt start trying to fight anything, but once you’ve got him he will calm down almost immediately

Is he some odd aggressive human-shaped cat? Possibly, yeah

Once you’ve made it clear that you just wanna melt into a blanket and cuddle, he is 120% on it!! He always manages to wrap you up in your favorite blanket all perfectly cozy and snug

Sakyo be damned, he’s gonna turn on the heater in his room for maximum comfiness

(sakyo only grumbled a little bit because he actually quite liked you, banri seemed to have mellowed out since meeting you, so he will live with going ever so slightly over budget. Banri also pays him off in bubble wrap. So there’s that.)

Azuma

Notices right away and drags you into his room for wholesome cuddle time

If you like the smell of incense he lays out all the different incense sticks and cones he has for you to sniff them all and choose one to burn to relax

His room just has such good comfy vibes that you feel so chilled out the second you walk in

He has a couple of your sweaters in his room (theft >:o!!! Dw it’s cute actually, he only steals them bc he really likes how they smell,..,.that's not weird, right?), so if you want to throw one on to be warm and cozy, he’s got you!!

He’ll ask if you wanna vent about how your week has been, if you take him up on his offer he’s such a good listener and always keeps a hand on you to ground you even while you’re lowkey re-living how stressed you’ve been

Likes doing breathing exercises with you. He tends to like ones where you’re both physically grounded to each other. This time you did one where you pressed your palms together and did deep breaths in time with touching your finger tips together. [so, inhale is pinky to pinky, ring to ring, middle to middle, pointer to pointer up to thumb to thumb, exhale is separate pinkies, all the way down in the same order to separating thumbs]

Yuki

First step: kick temna out of his room

(tenten actually will leave once yuki spells it out to him that you need to recharge and yuki is your favorite battery <3)

Annoyingly (at least from yuki’s pov, tenten goes on to tell everyone in the summer troupe that you had a rough week and they take it upon themselves to plan out and succeed in Operation: Make Our Bestie Feel Better!!!!! Kazu came up with the title) and you two are interrupted at least 50 times while trying to cuddle

Muku stops by to give you some feel-good wholesome slice of life manga, kazu drops by with a list of cute songs to listen to while you’re cuddling, misumi hands you three triangular objects, kumon gives you a glass of water and he enlisted tenma to help him cut up some fruit for you and yuki! (the misshapen ones are tenma’s but you don't say anything…he tried his best <3)

Throughout all this yuki has been throwing things at the door every time it opens, which manages to deplete your pillow stocks, so he kinda had to get back up and throw all the pillows and stuffed animals back on the bed, ofc he took the opportunity to bury you in the pillows and stuffies. You looked hella cute ;>

Azami

Oh he is ON IT!

His automatic assumption when you come to him is that you somehow died during the week and were reanimated bc bby your skin condition was enough to make him practically grab you by the shoulders and pivot you into his room to find some facemasks to throw at you

He’s definitely the quietest out of our little lineup here, opting to either listen to you rant about your week or just vibe in comfortable silence

Btw this is gonna be a self-care day/cuddle sesh, no way around that

If your hair is long enough to be brushed out, he’ll get out all the knots before he pins your hair away from your face.,.,don’t say anything when you notice him staring at you as he tucks back those few pesky stray hairs by your ear or he’ll threaten to kick you out [ofc he won’t go through with his threats but he is vv easily embarrassed if you tease him]

After a refreshing cooling mask with cucumber and aloe he gently rubs a lightly scented lotion into your hands, his face is hella red from being 1/8th of a technicality away from holding hands with you, but he’ll ignore the burning in his cheeks for the sake of hearing your cute little chuckles and seeing how calmed you were

You two ended up watching a documentary together and it was vv adorable [i have this lil hc that azami has a ton of weird little habits he’s picked up from sakyo and watching documentaries for fun is one of them]

#banri settsu #azami izumida #azuma yukishiro #yuki rurikawa #a3! fluff #a3!#anon ask #sakyo is mentioned like twice lol #the old man cannot be ignored #this was so fun and cute! thank u nonnie<3

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wondernimbus · 4 years

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veritaserum — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

request: Hi I want to request a Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw reader please! a spell gone wrong makes Malfoy can say nothing but the truth throughout the day. Scared but too embarrassed to approach a teacher, he decided to go to y/n instead because she’s the top student of their charms class to help undo the spell but what he didn’t consider is how he would later straight out confess his attraction towards her, going on and on about her hair, her eyes, etc and they just share a heart-to-heart moment

a/n: i did Not proofread this so i apologize in advance if there r any typos!! also i made a v minor change to the req but other than that bon appetit

Someone spiked Draco's morning pumpkin juice.

It would have been really helpful if he'd noticed it before he laughed at Snape's face and called him a greasy git, after which his eyes grew comically wide and and he tried to hurriedly apologize (more out of fear for his parents than Snape)—only for his mouth to tell Snape to "go wash your hair for bloody once".

Veritaserum. Someone put blithering Veritaserum in his drink, and now he can't open his mouth without spitting out several of his deepest, darkest secrets.

"Two points from Slytherin for your uncharacteristic and very offensive behavior, mister Malfoy," Snape had sneered. "I will only tolerate this foolery once. The next time you dare to speak to me like that, I will not hesitate to treat you the same way I would treat any other student."

Draco would have tried to defend himself, but he isn't stupid enough to let another truthful insult slip out by accident, so he'd kept his mouth shut and nodded.

If one were to go into detail, they would tell you about how Draco had tried to ask Madame Pomfrey to help undo the potion's effects only to severely insult the poor old lady's hair, and how he'd also tried to ask McGonagall only to admit the fact that he'd cheated on her transfiguration test two years ago. He has insulted every single person he has tried to talk to so far during the day. He's called Crabbe an illiterate oaf, told a random Gryffindor couple passing by that they look absolutely dreadful together (something that he doesn't really regret blurting out, but he could have lived without letting them know), and admitted to Professor Flitwick that he'd paid someone to do most of his essays.

But if one were to put it simply, they would go like this: Draco is in a dilemma, and he needs help, fast.

Except he has severely offended every single person he has tried to ask for help, and will no doubt do the same for anyone he plans on asking. Draco is desperate. He is halfway through the school day and the effects of the truth serum have yet to wear off. At this rate, he's going to lose all of his friends, as well as lose his teachers' favor.

Draco can't ask a teacher in fear that all of his good grades will slip from his grasp at a single (honest) insult. He can't stick it out for the rest of the day, either, because when he spends too long a time not talking to anyone, it seems that the truth potion grows impatient and starts making him blurt out a bunch of his innermost secrets.

He has already shouted "I peed my pants when I was eight" in the Great Hall; there is no time to waste.

Potions class comes around right after breakfast and brings with it the inevitable need to face Snape again. Uncharacteristically enough, Draco doesn't swagger into the dreary dungeon classroom. Instead, he keeps his head down as he perches himself on his usual seat right—which is, of course, right in front of Snape's desk.

When the last of the students have filed in and Snape closes the dungeon door shut to begin the lesson, he makes sure to fix Draco with a long stare; one that Draco only holds for several seconds before he sniffs and casts his eyes away to look at his desk instead. You'd think that a Potions master would be able to tell when someone was under the influence of a truth potion—but then again Snape might also have known, but was too offended by Draco's jab about his hair.

He looks up sometime along the lesson and catches sight of the light reflecting off of Snape's greasy hair; well, Draco had been telling the truth.

For today's lesson, they're tasked to brew some sort of calming draught. Draco can't entrust Goyle—his partner—to even as much as get the name of the potion right, so Draco shoots the poor boy a familiar scowl and proceeds to do everything on his own. But Draco is no Potions expert, so instead of the faint lilac hue the liquid inside their cauldron is supposed to have turned into, it becomes a violently bubbling pink substance.

"Four slices of the bat spleen, mister Malfoy, not five," Snape drawls, peering down at Draco's cauldron through his hooked nose. "And you have been too heavy-handed on the lavender. Shame. I expected better."

Draco suppresses a sneer. Snape usually never points out his mistakes—that sort of treatment is reserved for other houses. Snape, it seems, took his insult to heart, the greasy-haired bloke.

Feeling severely irked, Draco slumps down in his seat, folds his arms over his chest, and stops trying entirely. He may be acting like a sulky five-year-old but so be it because Draco is not in the mood. He has humiliated his own self far too many times in one day (and been humiliated by Snape approximately ten seconds ago)—he wants this day over, fast, and with any luck, the Veritaserum out of his system by the end of it.

But he can't see how, so Draco does the only thing that he can do to help himself: he keeps his mouth shut.

The annoyance on his face shows as he surveys the dungeon room with a sour glare. Stupid Potter and Weasley are laughing over something at their shared table; why isn't Snape telling them off? Bloody slimeball. How dare he even speak to Draco like that? It's not like Draco lied. He has never seen anyone in such dire need of shampoo as Snape.

Draco shoots the back of his head a nasty glare from where he's standing all the way on the other side of the room, looming over a table of two Ravenclaws. One of them looks bored and the other seemingly immersed in potion-making; her movements are quick and precise as she pours one ingredient after the other into their cauldron with the same kind of effort Draco would put into making his afternoon tea—like what she's doing is an absolute piece of cake.

"Sit up, mister Corner," says Snape curtly, voice echoing throughout the dungeon and ceasing all chatter as he fixes the bored-looking Ravenclaw with a stony gaze. Draco recognizes him now—Michael Corner, some annoying half-blood he shares a few classes with. As for the girl beside him.. Draco tries to angle his head to see her properly, but her head is bowed over her cauldron and her hair blocks her face from view. "If you think you'll be getting the same outstanding grade as miss [Y/L/N] without even as much as lifting your pinky finger, then I assure you, you are terribly mistaken. I do not tolerate free riders."

[Y/N]. Draco knows her. Some Ravenclaw he has several classes with but has never spoken to—the one with the pretty eyes, Draco vaguely recalls himself thinking at one point, back when he'd first laid eyes on her. And truth be told her eyes are pretty; a lovely shade of [Y/E/C] that Draco has only seen up close once or twice.

But that is hardly the topic of concern, because if Draco turns his head just the right way and sits up a little straighter, he can see that the liquid inside of her cauldron has turned a glossy shade of faint lilac, which, according to the instructions written on the board, is what is exactly supposed to happen. [Y/N] finishes faster than anyone else, even Hermione Granger, and Draco sees Snape give her an appraising nod before moving on to criticize some other innocent student.

So it seems Snape isn't the only Potions expert in the room.

He perks up a little in his seat and fixes the Ravenclaw girl—[Y/N]—with a discreet stare out of the corner of his eye. [Y/N] sits down properly in her seat so that Draco gets a good view of her face (not a bad-looking one, an annoying little voice says inside his head). She hasn't even broken out in a sweat—it seems that potion-making isn't as difficult for her as it is for other people. Draco pictures the truth serum in his veins quivering in fear (although physically impossible) because he is pretty certain he's found the answer to his dilemma.

The rest of the class passes by annoyingly slow—or at least for Draco—because it seems like ages until Snape finally dismisses them for lunchtime. Draco just about jumps right out of his seat and strides straight towards [Y/N], who is currently in the process of stuffing her books inside her bag.

Draco clears his throat.

She turns around, and he's suddenly reminded of why he'd dubbed her as "the one with the pretty eyes", because she truly does live up to the name. Her eyes are strikingly [Y/E/C]; even the whites of her eyes look like they're tinted with gold. He finds himself incapable of speech for a brief moment, but then she raises her eyebrows and offers him a grimace of a smile, and Draco is back to himself again.

He opens his mouth to say "brew me something that'll stop me from blurting out the truth every bloody second" but instead what comes out is: "I've never spoken to you before but that's mostly because I have an irrational fear that I haven't quite admitted to myself yet which is that I'm scared of talking to pretty girls in fear that they'll reject me and my pride will be in tatters."

There's a split-second in which Draco stands there, his own words not having sunken into him yet, and then his face slacks.

[Y/N] stares at him, evidently baffled. And then she opens her mouth, eyebrows furrowed in apparent bewilderment, and says, "Um," she swallows, forcing out an awkward laugh as she takes a step back. "Wow. Okay. Thank you..?"

If Draco had been thinking straight—if he hadn't been so flustered and if he wasn't rushing to take back his words—he would have probably paused, realized that talking would have made the situation worse, and left. But Draco is flustered and he isn't thinking straight, so instead he opens his mouth to take his words back only for the following words to leave his mouth in a rapid burst: "Your eyes are a really lovely shade of [Y/E/C] and you have a beautiful smile and I've never heard you laugh before but I bet my inheritance that it's one of the loveliest sounds to ever exist."

[Y/N] looks flabbergasted more than ever. She doesn’t even look flustered—just utterly confused. For a few seconds, all she does is stare at him, frowning.

And then, looking as though she wants to thank him but not entirely sure it would be appropriate, her gaze darts away from his momentarily before she purses her lips. Excruciatingly slowly, she repeats, “Your.. inheritance.”

Draco grits his teeth.

Apparently there are several truths that the Veritaserum in his system thinks appropriate to reveal to [Y/N]—truths that even he hadn't been fully aware of. He opens his mouth, thinks better of it, and closes it again. At that moment he catches sight of the quill and parchment in her hands that [Y/N] had been in the process of stuffing into her bag; hurriedly, he grabs it from her (much to a surprised [Y/N]) and begins to write down the following words (seriously, why hadn't he thought of this before?): accidentally drank truth potion, brew me a remedy.

He practically shoves the parchment into her hands. Still looking wildly confused, she takes it from him with the cautiousness of someone being handed a firecracker. Her eyes dance across the words on the paper for no more than two seconds before she looks back up at him; realization slowly floods her face and her eyebrows rise even higher as she mouths, mostly to herself, "Truth potion."

Draco nods, eyes darting around the classroom. most of the class has already left. Snape is at his desk, fixing the two of them with a frosty stare. When Draco meets his gaze, Snape flicks his eyebrows up at him and asks, in that same drawling voice Draco despises today, "I was under the impression that lunch time meant all students had to be at the Great Hall."

Draco's brain doesn't operate well when he's annoyed—that's something he's realized today. Against his better judgment, he opens his mouth to sneer a retort without even pausing to think about the fact that he might blurt out some other offensive truth, but [Y/N] cuts him off and says, "I'm sorry, professor, but Malfoy's asked me to help him with homework and I thought it'd be nice to help him." She stuffs the piece of parchment into her robe and side-steps Draco so that he's not blocking her from Snape's view. "Would it be okay if we stayed here for lunchtime?"

Snape's lip curls in apparent amusement. Staring at Draco, he drawls, "That’s quite convenient. I had been thinking of assigning mister Malfoy a tutor; it seems he's been having trouble holding his tongue—alas," his mouth twists into a sneer, "I meant potion-making. Forgive me."

And then he heads to the dungeon door, leaving Draco behind to stare at his greasy head on his way out.

[Y/N] purses her lips, cheek twitching with the threat of a smirk. "I’m guessing you've offended him somehow? Veritaserum and all?"

Draco opens his mouth again—really, remembering to keep it shut is easier said than done—and instead of the reply he'd been intending on saying, what slips past his lips is: "Has anyone told you you're one of the prettiest—"

"Okay!" [Y/N] 's eyes widen and she rushes to clamp her hand over Draco’s mouth, looking actually flustered now. "Okay—stop. Just.." Slowly, she pries her hand away from his lips, movements cautious, and Draco stares at her, body completely rigid as he registers the fact that they're a mere few inches away from each other and she'd just put her hand over his bloody lips. And this is the first time they've ever spoken to each other.

"I’ll brew you the remedy," she says, grimacing. There seems to be a hint of a faint pink blush spreading across her cheeks, but that could just be because the dungeon lighting is poor. She turns on her heel and makes her way to the ingredients cabinet all the way on the other side of the room, calling over her shoulder to Draco, "Just sit tight there—and keep it zipped before you say anything you don't mean."

The last part she says in a quieter tone, but Draco catches her words anyway and he finds himself thinking that maybe he did mean them.

Because [Y/N] is pretty—prettier than most. She’s not breathtakingly beautiful, but there's something about her that seems to have always drawn Draco, though he might not have ever thought much of it. Maybe it's why he always finds himself staring at her whenever they come across each other in the hallway. Maybe it's why he'd thought of asking her to the Yule Ball last year, but chickened out at the last moment.

He leans on the desk, arms folded across his chest whilst watching [Y/N] rummage through the ingredients cupboard. A moment later she turns around bearing an armful of different potion vials.

Draco means to ask her if she needs help carrying them (because yes, he may regularly be a prick but he has common courtesy). Instead, the Veritaserum still inside his bloodstream urges him to say, "I wish I’d asked you to the Yule Ball last year instead of Pansy."

He freezes.

At that moment, Draco swears to himself that he will inflict pain onto whoever poured Veritaserum into his pumpkin juice. He will have his revenge—no matter what it takes—and although he hasn't quite figured out how exactly he'll be doing it, all Draco knows is that he will.

He can't bring himself to look at [Y/N] any longer, so he plays it off by picking up a book on the desk he's leaning on and rifling through it. It only takes him a moment to realize that it's [Y/N]'s; her name is written across the bottom of the cover. Almost every page Draco flips through has tiny scribbles written in-between the lines—countless of notes, it seems, but so many of them that the actual text is almost indiscernible. Draco almost snorts. [Y/N] seems to be the quintessential Ravenclaw, if he has ever seen one.

She sets down the potions onto the desk, Draco still flipping through the pages. "I’d ask you how you accidentally drank Veritaserum," she says casually, "But I don't want you fawning over me even more than you already have."

Draco glances at her out of the corner of his eye. She’s in the process of uncorking two of the vials, both of which she pours into the now steaming cauldron. Whatever, he thinks to himself, rolling his eyes in an effort to convince himself that he's not embarrassed (even though he totally is: he's bloody blushing).

But then again, whatever. He’s totally not flustered. Totally.

Draco reaches the final few pages of [Y/N]'s Potions textbook without having even registered most of the ones he'd flipped through. The last two pages, like every other book, are completely blank save for the—

Draco's eyebrows furrow. There are drawings of all sorts on the back pages of her textbook, from cauldrons and brass scales to places in the castle that Draco recognizes.

But what has him most intrigued is the faces, all drawn so vividly and with so much detail they look as though they had been brought to life on paper. Draco sees Snape’s deprecating sneer and Michael Corner’s familiar face of boredom, sees Hermione Granger with her brows knitted together at the middle as she leans over her cauldron, Ron and Harry with their heads bowed over a piece of parchment—and then he sees himself, arms crossed over his chest as he fixes something with a stony gaze. But the more Draco’s eyes explore the pages, the more of himself he sees. There’s him slicing what looks like a dragon heart, scowling at someone that looks like Goyle, and another one of him smirking—

And then the book is snatched from his grasp by none other than [Y/N] who looks wildly panicky. "You—I—" she blubbers, gaping at him for a moment before whipping around, turning her back on him as she stuffs the book into her backpack. "How much did you see?"

Slowly, a grin breaks out on Draco’s face. "Enough," he says—and apparently it's the truth, because it's what he actually meant to say. A little surprised, he tries his luck again and means to say so you draw? But instead what leaves his lips is something so excruciatingly blunt and embarrassing part of him wants to dive under the table and hide there for the rest of his life: "I’m assuming because you've drawn me more than anyone else that you find me attractive so I’m going to go ahead and thank you for that, but unfortunately you're a half-blood so I might have to get my parents' permission before I think of asking you out."

A moment of silence, only interrupted by the sound of the antidote bubbling. Draco has to physically suppress himself from diving straight into the cauldron and never coming back out.

[Y/N] scoffs a little, uselessly fanning her face with her hand like doing so will somehow rid her of the blush on her cheeks. Draco grits his teeth and fixes his gaze on the stone floor, refusing to meet her gaze.

She clears her throat in an attempt to quell the sudden burst of suffocating awkwardness now resting between the two of them. Not quite looking at him, she peers into her cauldron and mutters, "I just like to draw all sorts of things. People, as you've seen," she adds, pressing her lips together abashedly. Draco watches her out out of the corner of his eye, lips twitching. "And I don't find you attractive. You just have.. a nice face. For drawing, I mean. It comes out nice on paper."

Draco’s eyebrows flick up of their own accord. He has a nice face. Are those butterflies he feels in his stomach, or is it just the Veritaserum?

It takes no more than a minute or two of silent awkwardness before the antidote is finally finished brewing and [Y/N] pours it into a small vial, which she hands to Draco.

Draco eyes it skeptically, holding the vial up to the light and swirling it around a little. It definitely doesn't look pleasant; a stark contrast to the clear hue of Veritaserum, the antidote is a murky brown in color and vaguely reminds Draco of mud and manure.

You expect me to drink this? Draco means to ask, but instead says, "You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen."

And just like that, Draco, exasperated and embarrassed out of his mind, uncorks the vial and takes a large swig.

The feeling of the liquid sloshing down his throat is an unpleasant one; he coughs a little, face scrunching up with disgust as he swallows down the last of the antidote. But not long after the vial is emptied, a tingly feeling spreads from his fingertips to his entire body and has him feeling weightless for a few moments before it fades and Draco feels normal again.

He sets the vial down on the table, rubbing his throat. When he looks up, he sees [Y/N] already cleaning up, throwing away the empty glass vials and emptying the cauldron with a single flick of her wand. She’s taking all of her things and shoving them into her bag, and Draco watches as she slings it over her shoulder and makes for the door—

“You’re leaving?” says Draco without really thinking about it. “Already?”

She stops in her tracks and turns around, already a few feet away from him. Eyebrows raised, lips twitching up at the side just the slightest bit, she shrugs. “Well, yes,” she purses her lips. “Was there something else you wanted me to brew?”

Draco’s hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck. “No,” he says hastily. But he hadn’t been expecting her to leave so soon—not after his, ah, countless confessions.

What had he been expecting, though?

“Well, I’ll be going now,” [Y/N] says slowly, a little awkwardly, gesturing to the door. Draco watches her as she takes a backwards step away from him—but he knows a chance when he sees one, so he blurts out, “D’you wanna go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

Her eyebrows rise even higher as a genuine look of surprise floods her features. Draco doesn’t know what the bloody hell he’s onto, but whether or not he regrets it is entirely up to [Y/N]’s answer.

She lets out a breathless laugh, looking dubious. “You’re being serious?”

Draco stares at her for a little while—Merlin, she really does have pretty eyes—and then he shrugs a casual shoulder, nodding.

She narrows her eyes at him suspiciously, but there's still that hint of a faint smile resting on her lips. Draco finds himself wishing he’d see her do it more often—in front of him, and not halfway across the classroom. She feigns a look of contemplation, tilting her head at him, now full-on smiling in a manner Draco thinks might be playful. (Alright, those are definitely butterflies in his stomach.) "And what d'you have to offer?" she asks him, eyebrows raised.

It’s Draco’s turn to narrow his eyes at her, unable to suppress the tiny smile that slides across his face. He pauses to think about his answer first, all the while holding her impish gaze, before finally shrugging and saying, "My company. And not everyone gets to enjoy that," he adds as an afterthought, and it's true—Draco is very picky with who he graces with his presence.

But then [Y/N] replies, "Well, not everyone gets to enjoy mine, either," and her tone is almost challenging. Draco, for some reason, finds himself on tenterhooks. Something about her is drawing him in; he can't quite decide whether it's her coyness or her eyes. Likely both.

Severely amused, he leans on the desk and inclines his head a little towards her. "So would you do me the honor of blessing me with your company this weekend?”

There’s a beat of silence—this time not at all awkward—as they stare at each other, a sort of tension between them that Draco finds himself enjoying. And it's a blessing that she breaks it because if it had stretched on for any longer Draco would have lost himself in her eyes completely; “Alright. Sure. No harm to it,” says [Y/N] with a light laugh, nodding.

Draco’s lips break out into a grin and he nods, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "Maybe you can tell me more about your drawings. Well,” he pauses, brows raised teasingly. "Drawings of me, to be specific."

She lets out a scoff, rolling her eyes, but she's laughing. "Okay—and maybe you can tell me about how much you love my eyes."

Draco’s face falls. [Y/N] grins, beginning to walk towards the dungeon doors. "I’ll see you around," she sings, and her back is turned but Draco can hear the smile in her voice. Just before she disappears into the corridor, she pauses at the doorway and looks back at Draco, and her eyes are positively sparkling. "Try not to get lost in my eyes too much. Wouldn’t want you tripping over yourself."

With one last playful grin, she leaves the Potions classroom.

And while, just a few minutes ago, Draco had been prepared to get revenge on whoever put Veritaserum in his pumpkin juice, now he feels like thanking them.

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