For @nexiumkreeth…reader is female as requested. Enjoy! (honestly, i’m good with writing anything that means Fred lives)
Y/N sprinted through the massive castle that was Hogwarts. She cast spells as she ran in an attempt to help anyone she could. Spotting Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, Y/N skid to a halt. A few dementors were heading toward the four. Without hesitation, Y/N sent her patronus after the soul-suckers.
Both Weasleys gave a nod of appreciation. Y/N turned back to the battle at hand. She shot stun spells at anything that was black and moving through the air. She glanced over her shoulder to see the four had dispersed. Seeing no one in desperate need, Y/N picked up her pace, starting to run again.
Y/N conjured her patronus once again. She led the creature with her wand, pushing away the darkest threats. Hogwarts was the only place that had ever felt like home to her. She’d be damned if she didn’t try and protect it.
The witch finally made it outside on a balcony. Her patronus lunged at a dementor that hung a little too close. The faceless beast moved away with a horrid screech. Y/N looked down the balcony, eyes widening. The Weasley twins were fighting side by side. It seemed like Fred was pushing George inside as a black ashy beam headed in their direction. Y/N could just barely make out the colored sparks coming from the moving Death Eater.
Without hesitation, Y/N raised her wand and pointed. Before she could get the words out, the shield spell she desired shot from her wand and in front of Fred. This effectively blocked the spell from hitting the Weasley. Her protective nature taking over, Y/N hopped onto the balcony rail and started shooting more powerful spells toward the Death Eater. This didn’t allow her to see Fred’s stunned face as she fought the man.
“Arresto momentum!” she shrieked, slowing him down, “Confringo!”
The Death Eater she had been facing burst into flames. Y/N turned slightly to see George pulling Fred into the castle. She smiled to herself, happy that he was safe. She shook her head, refocusing on the battle.
My bro tried the bendy and the ink machine and it’s around 4am. we laugh out ass off to his reaction when bendy jump scares him at the end.
And he didn’t run for it. When Bendy scared him he jump and scream as he throws my headset from my desk and his glasses fly from the back and he let Henry stand near bendy like the screen was looking at the ceiling.
Your back was currently against the cool gym wall. Eggsy’s arms were parallel with your temples as his palms were up against the wall as well. You moaned softly as he kissed down your neck. You rolled your head back a bit while biting your lip. As he inched his lips toward your chest, you gripped his shirt and pulled him closer. You guided his lips up to your own.
“Eggsy,” Merlin’s voice rang over the comm, “Galahad needs to see you.”
You sighed while laying your forehead against Eggsy’s forehead. He huffed with a bit of irritation. Through his eyes, you could see the apology. You giggled.
“Go. We’ll finish this later,” you whispered in his ear.
He grinned wickedly before pecking your cheek. He quickly left the room leaving you to finish training.
You peppered Eggsy’s face with kisses. Your mouth moved across his jawline and toward his ear. You nibbled gently on the lobe before kissing the same spot. Meanwhile, Eggsy was focusing, once again, on your neck. Your fingers traced through his hair, gently scratching his scalp as they did. Eggsy lifted his head with a pleasured sigh as you did. His warm hands began to travel down your back as he pulled you closer. Grinning as you danced with your lips, you began to waddle toward the bed. You giggled as Eggsy managed to drop you onto the soft covers.
A knock sounded at your bedroom door.
“Y/C/N, it’s Galahad.”
You rolled your eyes as Eggsy groaned. You sat up as Eggsy grabbed the shirt he had discarded. A little annoyed, you went and opened the door.
“Yes Galahad?” you asked.
“Arthur wants us to follow up on your lead immediately.”
Sighing, you nodded. “Alright. I’ll suit up and meet you in the hangar.”
You closed the door and turned to Eggsy. He had already finished dressing himself. This time you apologized with your eyes.
Eggsy’s warm hands rubbed from your waist to your hips. You pulled his hair slightly with one hand while the other held the side of the couch. You rolled your hips, creating friction that caused the both of you to moan in delight. You dipped lower, crashing your lips together. The hand that had been holding the couch moved down to his bare chest.
“Finally,” he whispered softly in your ear.
On cue, Merlin walked into the room while glancing at his watch. He seemed oblivious to the situation.
“What?” you both snapped.
“You’re needed,” he finished before heading out of the room.
Sighing, you grabbed Eggsy’s hand and helped him stand up. He was frowning at the spot Merlin had stood. Moments later, Galahad entered the room.
“I don’t suppose you two could move any faster?”
Groaning, you pulled your boyfriend from the room. You were both getting tired of being interrupted. However, you both knew your jobs were serious.
Merlin and Galahad walked ahead of you and Eggsy. You were worn out, to say the least. The mission was entirely exhausting. At the moment, the four of you were headed to be debriefed. You held back a yipe as you felt yourself being pulled by the waist. You soon realized, after seeing Eggsy, that he had pulled you into a closet. He was smirking devilishly. You raised a brow.
“What do ya say, love? One last attempt?”
“Well,” you thought aloud playfully, “I’ve never been in a closet…”
You winked, being up for the challenge. Fervently, you kissed Eggsy as he did the same, before crashing your lips together.
Down the hall a bit, Galahad was smirking while Merlin was looking at his tablet. He sighed and glanced toward the agent.
“Shall we grab them again?”
Harry’s smirk widened. “No. They’ve earned this one.”
Boris woke up and stretched as he yawned. He itched his head. He got out of bed and put on his pants. He went outside and let out the sheep from the barn. He counted them up and frozed.
Boris:“There’s….wait, no, that’s not right.” He recounted them again.“There’s suppose to be thirty. There’s ten missing.” He quickly searched the barn for them making sure they weren’t asleep somewhere.“Oh no…” He looked for any tracks for any fox’s that might have snuck in last night. His ears flattened when saw only shoe tracks. He clenched his fists and growled.“Oooh! That just burns me!” He said a bit angrily. He sighed. He watched the sheep eat and wander for a little while before locking them back up in the barn and getting in his truck. He drove down the dirt path. When he drove into town his eyes widened.“What the…?!” There were people trying to scrub out the ink off the walls and windows.“What the heck happened?” He stopped by Ched’s store and went in.“Mr. Ched?” He called. Ched was on the phone.
Ched:“I don’t care whether you believe me or not! I’m telling ya, a little demon came in last night and stole my candy bars! Hello?! Hello?!” He snarled and slammed down the phone. He looked up at Boris.
Boris:“Someone stole your candy bars?” He slammed his fists down on the counter.
Ched:“Yes! It was a demon I tell ya! Short, had horns, a tail, and he was wearing a bow tie and gloves!” Boris itched his head looking a little confused.
Boris:“That’s odd.” He said.
Ched:“Not only that, he attacked me with ink! Made me hit my off the shelves.”
Boris:“You sure it wasn’t some kid in a costume Mr. Ched?”
Ched:“Ohh, far from it! I hear he attacked Mrs. Mo last night too!” The wolf’s eyes widened in shock.
Boris:“Mrs. Mo? Why would anyone attack someone like her? She’s the sweetest lady in town!” Ched shook his head.
Ched:“Who knows and who cares? Someone’s gotta pay for stealing my stuff! AND ruining my favorite shirt!” Boris left the store and drove to Mrs. Mo’s store.
Boris:“Mrs. Mo?” He called. She came out from the other room and looked relieved when she saw Boris.
Mo:“Oh hello Boris. I was just cleaning up after….what happened last night.”
Boris:“I heard you were attacked but you look fine to me.”
Mo:“Oh, that little devil didn’t lay a hand on me, but I did manage to knock his head off his shoulders with my broom…literally.” She mumbled.“He ate one of my cakes and ruined one of the others. Not only that, he drew on my face!” Boris put his hands on his hips.
Boris:“Now don’t you worry Mrs. Mo, I’m gunna get to the bottom of this. I’ll find out who’s been causing trouble around town and stop them!”
Mo:“Oh dearie, you don’t have to do this.”
Boris:“Nope! I’ve already decided! Besides, someone stole my sheep!”
Mo:“Oh no! That’s terrible. I’m so sorry.”
Boris’s ears went up as he spun around. He left the store and saw his sheep running through town. One demon was riding on one of the sheep’s.
Bendy:“WOOOO! I'am King of the Sheep!” He laughed.
Mo:“That’s him!” She pointed out.“That’s the devil who stole my cakes!” Boris jumped on one of the sheep and chased after him.
Boris:“Hey! Get back here!” He yelled. Bendy looked back and grinned mischievously.
Bendy:“Ohh, look! Someone wants to play!” He giggled. Boris hopped onto the next sheep, then the next, then the next, to get closer to Bendy. Bendy saw him and gasped. He stood up and jumped through an open window of a building. Boris did the same thing and fell in a puddle of ink.
Boris:“Ew!” He said and shook it off. He looked around and saw Bendy in the elevator across the hall waving at him. He ran towards him.
Bendy:“GOOOING UP!” He pressed a button and the doors closed. Boris slammed into them flat. He fell backwards and landed on his back. He sat up and shook his head. He saw what floor he was heading to and ran up the stairs. When he reached the floor he saw Bendy waving at him once again. He growled and ran towards him again.“GOOOING DOWN!” The doors closed and he stopped himself from running into them. He ran back down the stairs and looked a little tired. He saw Bendy leaning against the door ways and winked at him as he waved. Boris bared his teeth at him. He took in a deep breath and sighed. He walked towards him instead of running.
Boris:“Okay look, let’s talk about-” He was interrupted by ink to the face and he slid across the floor on his back. Bendy laughed as he pointed at him.
Bendy:“Careful! Wouldn’t wanna slip into an accident now do we? AHAHAHA!” He ran into one of the rooms. Boris chased after him.
Boris:“Where you at devil?” He called as he looked around the room. He looked under the bed. He wasn’t there. He heard the shower running and a familiar voice singing. He went in the bathroom. He moved the curtains and the demon screamed. Boris jumped back startled and quickly closed the curtain.“Woops! Sorry!” He left the bathroom quickly. He was about to leave but then frozed.“Hey wait a minute!” He went back in the bathroom and moved the curtains again.“Got ya!” He said but there was only ink going down the drain.“Huh?” He itched his head. Just then he heard something squeak behind him and he turned only to find the demon lifting his foot off the rubber duck. He smiled nervously at Boris and chuckled.
Bendy:“Uh, hi?” Boris went to grab him but he spat ink on him again. He ran out of the bathroom and Boris chased after him once more. They ran up the stairs and went to the top of the building. Bendy ran to the edge of the building. He looked back at Boris and held out one hand.“Hold it!” Boris stopped and his eyes widened-fearing what he was going to say.“Take one more step and I’ll jump! I’ll do it!” Boris shook his head.
Boris:“No wait! Don’t do it!” He begged.
Bendy:“I will! Watch me!” He stepped off the building and screamed as he fell. Boris yiped and jumped over after him. Only to find that he was hanging off the side by his tail. Boris screamed as he fell towards the ground. He shut his eyes tight and waited to hit the ground. However, something grabbed his legs and lowered him down safely. He looked up and saw Bendy standing over him grinning.“Aww, did you fall over for little old me?” He kissed his nose.“Mmmmmmmua! AAHhahahahaha!” He giggled before taking off again. Boris rubbed his nose and shook his head. He looked up at the building he fell from. He looked back at where Bendy used to be.
Boris:“He didn’t let me hit the ground?” He stood up. He shook his head and chased after him.
He found Bendy eating someone’s lunch at an unfinished building.
Boris:“Aha! I finally found you!” Bendy’s eyes widened and he took off running again inside the building.“Wait!”
Bendy:“Ah geez! You don’t know when to quit do ya?” He asked.“That’s okay though! I love playing a good old game of hide and seek!” He jumped in a drawer.
Boris:“Hey!” He looked inside but there was only ink. He looked around.
“Yoohoo~I’m up here.~”
Boris looked up and saw the demon grinning at him from the top of the stairs. He quickly ran up only to fall through the steps. He held on and pulled himself up. He ran down the hall and looked in the first room on the left. He came back out seeing that he wasn’t in there and saw Bendy walked out of one of the rooms in the middle of the hallway and entered another. Boris chased after him. He opened the door but it was a small closet. He itched his head looking confused.
Boris:“How does he do that?” He asked but mostly to himself.
Boris looked only to see the demon shaking his butt at him.
Bendy:“Can’t catch me!” Boris growled and ran after him.“AAH!” He ran once more and looked back at Boris. He grinned.“Ha! You can’t REALLY catch me! No one can-” He tripped over a bucket of paint and slipped across the hallway and fell down a hole in the floor. Boris gasped. “Well, this is a sticky situation.” Boris ran to the hole and looked down.
Boris:“W-where’d ya go?” He looked and saw the demon holding onto a pipe. It looked like a long way down. Boris reached towards him.“Here, grab my hand!” Bendy raised a brow.
Bendy:“Why are you helping me? I thought you were mad!” He said.
Boris:“Yeah but I don’t to hurt you!”
Bendy:“Ha! Very funny. As if no one wants to hurt a demon like me.” He took out a cigar and snapped his fingers. There was a flame on his thumb and he lit the cigar.
Boris:“Don’t smoke that!”
Bendy:“Why not? It’s gunna be my last so, cheers, I guess.”
Boris:“It’s not going to be your last if you just take my hand!” Bendy stared at him for a few more seconds before finally sighing.
Bendy:“Well, alright then.” He reached for his hand but was too short.“I..can’t reach!” He slipped.“AH!” He grabbed the pipe and climbed back up. Boris stretched out a little farther.
Boris:“Try now!” Bendy stretched out his arm again. He stretched out his body farther and could almost grab his hand. He suddenly slipped but Boris managed to grab his hand on time and quickly pulled him up out of the hole and held him close tightly.“Phew, that was a close one.” He said.
Bendy:“Sure was-” The ceiling fell in front of them and Boris spun around and ran screaming. He ran through the halls with Bendy in his arms as the building began to fall apart behind them. He ran down the stairs and jumped through the door way. Smoke filled the air around them. Boris coughed and stood up.
Boris:“Are you okay-” He gasped when he saw that the demon was gone.“Hey! Where did you go? Hello?!” He looked back at the building.“Little demon?” He called and quickly searched through the rubble trying to find the creature. So far there was no sign of him anywhere. Boris’s ears lowered and he sighed sadly.“I didn’t even get your name.”
Boris returned to the farm and let out the sheep. He counted them. Thirty. The sheep must’ve found their way back home he thought. He walked up the hill and sat by the tree to watch the sheep wander around and eat grass. He sighed and took out his clarinet. He began to play a soothing tune.
“Heyyy, not bad!” Said a familiar voice. Boris jumped up and looked around.“Up here.” He looked up and saw the demon sitting on a branch and smiling at him. He jumped down and landed in his arms. He kissed his nose.“Did ya miss me?” Boris grinned.
Boris:“You’re alive!” He swung him around.“I thought you were dead! But you’re alive!”
Bendy:“Whoa! Easy there!” He put him down on his feet and he fixed his bow tie.“So, ya still mad at me for stealin’ your sheep and all?” Boris shook his head.
Boris:“Nope! They’re all back.” Bendy smiled.
Bendy:“Really? Huh, I wonder how that happened.” He said with a wink. Boris smiled and shook his hand.
Boris:“I’m Boris. Boris the Wolf. I never got to tell ya my name before.”
Bendy:“Well Boris, I’m Bendy. Bendy the Demon.” He put his hands on his hips.“So, I’ve been dying to ask you something all day. Why’d ya help me? Everyone in town is afraid of me. You know I’m a demon don’t ya?” He nodded.
Boris:“Yeah, but you don’t seem all that bad. You didn’t…well you know, eat anyone or anything like that.” Bendy gave him an evil smile.
Bendy:“What makes you think I wouldn’t eat you?” He grinned. Boris shrugged.
Boris:“I don’t know.” He said simply. Bendy frowned. He looked at his clarinet and smiled a little.
Bendy:“Say, Boris, would you mind playing that again?” He held up his clarinet.
Boris:“This? Well, I suppose, but only if you promise to leave the town alone. No more stealing, no more covering people or the town with ink and also, no stealing sheep.” Bendy stomped his foot once.
Bendy:“What? Oh come on! It’s fun!” Boris crossed his arms.“Ugh, fine.” Boris smiled and held up his clarinet. He began to play a tune. Bendy tapped one foot and soon began to dance. Boris joined in shortly. The two danced until the sun went down and the moon came up. Boris stopped playing and yawned.
Boris:“It’s pretty late. I should bring the sheep inside the barn. Do you need a ride home?” He asked as they walked towards the barn.
Bendy:“Oh….yeah, uh, I don’t have a home.”
Boris:“You don’t?” He opened the barn door and the sheep wandered in.
Bendy:“Nope, just been running all over the place. Don’t really need sleep.” He shrugged.
Boris:“Hm…” The last sheep went inside and he closed the door and locked it. The two walked towards Boris’s house.“Well, if you want, you can stay with me for a little while.” Bendy looked at him with wide eyes.
Bendy:“Really? you really mean that?” He asked with almost a hopeful smile. He nodded. Bendy frowned and gave him a look of doubt.“And no foolin’?”
Boris:“Of course not. You can stay as long as you need to.” He said with a smile. Bendy smiled a little.
Bendy:“Alright then, thanks!” He giggled. They went inside and Boris cooked up dinner for two. They watched T.V. and went to bed. Boris showed Bendy the guest room. The bed was made and looked comfortable.“Wow….my own room!” He sat on the bed.“Hm…not a waterbed but it’s still nice!” He grinned at Boris.“You know, for a wolf you sure are pretty friendly.” Boris smiled.
Boris:“Heh, awww, thanks. For a demon you sure are friendly too.” Bendy rolled his eyes.
Bendy:“Yeah….but I don’t see why I need a bed, I don’t sleep.”
Boris:“That’s ok, you can still use if you want.” He yawned and itched his back.“Well, good night Bendy. I’ll see you in the morning.” He closed the door. Boris went to get a cup of water from the kitchen. He did he wondered if Bendy needed a cup of water. He walked back into the room.“Oh Bendy, did you…” He trailed off when he saw that Bendy had fallen asleep under the blankets in bed. He blinked twice. He slowly smiled ad chuckled.“G'night little buddy.” He whispered and closed the door quietly before heading off to bed.
“Crap, crap, crap, crap, I’m late, they’re gonna kill me, they’re gonna kill-” Marinette looked around in her attempt to find her other three friends, and was surprised to only see Adrien. “-me…?” Her approach slowed as she drew closer, though she did throw out a greeting so as not to startle her partner.
Said partner turned around with a delighted smiled, and when she sat down on the large picnic blanket, he said, “Hi, I’m Adrien and this is jackass.” He opened his jacket marginally to point at his kwami when he said ‘jackass.’ The yipe he emitted after Plagg 'accidentally’ mistook his finger for cheese went unnoticed by everyone, save Marinette and her own kwami.
Note: This is is not a complete list. This is a short hand list of names I can think off the top of my head and I encourage people to add more.
Emiko Iwasaki- Artist For Arc System Works, Director of Battle Fantasia
Kiinu Nishimura- Former Artist for Capcom, Worked on a Varriety of Fighting Games including The Street Fighter II Series, The Street Fighter III Series, Cyberbots, Vampire Savior, The Marvel Vs. Capcom series, Etc…
Mariel Cartwright- Lead Animation Artist For Skullgirls
Mari Shimazaki- Lead Artist from Platinum Games and the Bayonetta Series, Designed art and character costumes for Soul Calibur V, Tekken Tag Tournament 2, and Tekken 7
Yuki “ChocoBlanka” Momochi- Professional competitive Fighting Game Player for Evil Geniuses, Wife of Yusuke “Momochi” Momochi
Ricki Ortiz- Professional Fighting Game Player for Evil Geniuses
Marie-Laure”Kayne” Norindr- Professional Fighting Game Player for Red Bull, Current holder for the Guinness World Records in 2011 for the most the most successful female participant in fighting game tournaments, also host of Esports show as well as notable French Video Game Personality
IFC| Persia- Fighting Game Commentator, MVC player, Wife of IFC Yipes
( a post ES finale thing, obvious jake/mc cheese, totally pg )
He anticipates the knock – you suspect, that it’s less anticipation and more hopefulness, but he’s smart and quick witted, so you give him some credit – giving you a rather smug look two knocks in.
“Back so soon? I knew I was good, but damn Princess, you’re really fanning the flames of my ego,” He says, words rolling of his tongue with ease. Any other day, you would match his wit, perhaps, give a push for shove.
Today is not any other day.
(The bitter, fearful part of you says ‘It stopped being any other day too long ago,’)
He notices of course, the beat of hesitation, the way you swallow a little too long. The crinkle in your eyes.
“Actually, I think my ego can take an off day. What’s up?” You appreciate it, the way his tone softens, but it also makes you feel like your fragility has been brought to the surface.
“I. Um. I don’t know, where do I begin?” You manage in a bitter laugh, eyes flickering away from him. The words come out faster than you intended and you suck your lower lip between your teeth before you slow yourself down again and say “I can’t…. I can’t stop thinking about Diego how.. how he was right there. I had him right there and then, I guess I didn’t.”
“And- and Grace, and Raj and it feels like everyone’s getting picked off right before my eyes and.. I just wanted to be with someone tonight so I don’t wake up feeling like I’m the last one left and I did nothing about it,”
Jake blinks back at you slowly, his expression gradually softening before tentatively, he reaches a hand out for yours. “I don’t know, I charge by the hour for my stellar company,” He says softly and you manage a snort, to which he grins.
“That’s unfortunate, all I have on me is grime and a crumpled chewing gum wrapper,” You mention, letting him tug you towards him until he has an arm snaked around you and his nose buried in your hair.
“It’s okay, I think I can give you a special one time offer. Because well,” He pecks your forehead. “I like you, and stuff,”
A/N: This started out as something vaguely angry but I went right down angst alley. Here you go.
“Genji, you motherfucker, get over here.”
You are not going to raise your voice against him, it will not help, it never does. Venomous as your voice sounds, dripping low with anger, your arms are open wide for him. It’s been three weeks. Three long weeks of knowing jack shit, and though you have stowed your anger for Commander Reyes, there’s just so much unsaid. Even if Genji is an asset – not an agent, an asset, like he’s an object or a weapon, a tool, inhuman – you have been making progress. The two of you can sit in a room and have conversations now, you can offer a reassuring hand and Genji will not maim you. Hell, he even lets you sit in on the medical checkups with Angela, and you politely lower your gaze at the more intimate moments. Genji trusts you. And you trust him. But the issue with trust is the ensuing worry; maybe Genji will forget those quiet, peaceful moments alone in the rec room. Maybe he’ll forget drinking on the rooftop out of a cheap bottle of sake, not the good stuff, the expensive stuff, just watered down horse piss. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll forget holding hands. Those careful kisses you plant along the metal plate covering his face. Fluttering your eyelashes against his scarred skin. Everything is slow and gentle and deliberate, you don’t want to startle him, drive him away.
You’ve never been especially good with words, and the tone you use is wrong, betrays far too much.
You sound weak.
If Genji was angry, he’d exploit it. But of all things he does, he stays silent. Luridly glowing red in the corner of the room, eyes alight like rubies. You would be stupid enough, falling for a dragon of all things. Your armour is gone, child, there is no protection from his fire or his claws. He will destroy you, he’s doing it even now. He knows. Knows he holds your heart and he can break it whenever he wants, knows you’ll forgive for his faults because everything’s a little fucked up right now. Just say something.
“I was on a mission.”
“I know that.”
“It was crucial I maintain silence. I…apologize for making you worry.” He moves off the way, you can see the chinks in his armour and the exhaustion in his face. The moonlight lightens his skin, makes him a walking corpse. He knows what you’re thinking.
“I wish I didn’t worry so much.”
“I’m sure your worry would be better used for McCree.”
He’s uncomfortable with hugs, even if its you. Your arms drop.
He doesn’t initiate touch either, but he carefully clasps your face, pushing your forehead against his.
Maybe this is a dream, or an illusion. He’s still against the wall, your imagination runs wild.
“Remember to breathe.” He smiles, his hands slowly retract and grab your hands, squeezing them gently. “Are you really so concerned?”
“I know you hate it when I say this…but you are so important to me, Genji. I can’t just not worry.”
“If it’s just you then.” He chuckles. “I will allow it.”