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anonymous asked:

For the one word prompt how about one based off the words either: "Soft" "Smoke" Or "Nudge"

Hm…I’m going to choose “Smoke”

> When you hear or read the word “Smoke” you immediately think of something related to cigarette or fire. It was not the case for Lance.

> For Lance, smoke is something inside you mind that clouds your judgments. Maybe the appropriate term is “fog” but smoke gave him the same impression also.

> The smoke started as a small problem for him. Usually he could just fan it away with a wave of his hands and the conversations around him would be as clear as the day.

> But small problems that keeps piling up eventually became big problems.

> The smoke become thicker. Like there was a forest fire around him. He could not see, he could not breathe, not until someone coaxed him out of it ever gently like a mother talking to their child. That there was air to breathe.

> So Lance identify such feeling as “Smoke” but in medical terms? It was called “Panic Attack”.

Give me one word you want to relate to Lance (Be it Langst or Fluffy Happy Lance [Flance]) and I will make ideas (even fics if I am in the mood) out of it.

Bang bang alley ~ Part two, series two

Originally posted by funkybug

A/N ~ I’m uploading this early to make up for teasing you, especially @sherlocks-doctor-john, I went too far but I love making you squirm. So anyway for the purpose of the story the parts that are in italics are when they are speaking English. I didn’t want to keep having to say ‘in english’ or 'in korean’

Theme ~ Mafia/Gangster AU

Pairing ~ Choi Seunghyun x Reader

Rating ~ Angst, Fluff

Warnings ~ Language and violence

Series one

Series two | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |

“No absolutely not” Seung hyun yelled as his fist came down with a loud bang on Jiyongs desk.

“I don’t see what the problem is, she did great last time, maybe we should recruit her” Seungri joked.

“That’s exactly the fucking problem. Last time you showed her some moves she thought it was ok to go back to that psycho just to help me and you guys fucking let her, even after you promised me that you wouldn’t let her get in harms way. There’s not a fucking chance in hell that I’m going to risk something like that happening again” he snarled back.

“I think it’s a good idea” Jiyong stated making Seung hyun look at him with a fire in his eyes.

“Her nightmares are getting worse, this could help stop them” Daesung told him, Seung hyun closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair.

“No” he simply responded.

“Hyung, you didn’t see her last night, she was as white as a ghost and she looked terrified. It wasn’t like the other ones, something’s different, something scared the shit out of her” Daesung said, he noticed Jiyong and Taeyang exchange a look out of the corner of his eye.

“Isn’t it better to be prepared if something happens?” Seungri asked, Seung hyun let out a long sigh.

“Fine, but I don’t want a repeat of last time” he said sternly before walking out and slamming the door behind him.

“What is his problem? She’s a born killer” Seungri said with a small chuckle.

“Seungri I need you to go and help restock the bar for tonight” Jiyong told him making him laugh.

“Are you serious?” he asked raising his brow.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” he replied with a cold expression, Seungri shook his head and left muttering something under his breath.

“Alright, what’s going on?” Daesung asked and both men looked at him.

“What do you mean?” Jiyong asked cocking his head to the side.

“I mean the look you gave each other when I said something scared the shit out of _____, what do you know” he asked, Jiyong looked at Taeyang before giving him a nod.

“Someone was following us yesterday, I don’t know who he was, all I know is that he’s a foreigner like her and she freaked when she saw him” Taeyang said as he sat on Jiyongs desk.

“Is he an older guy?” Daesung asked, Taeyang narrowed his eyes at him.

“Yeah…..” he replied.

“I think it’s the same guy that’s been hanging around here, he appeared about a week ago and he was outside last night when I got back”

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” Jiyong asked with an almost angry tone.

“I wanted to see what he was up to first, do you think it could be someone from her past?”

“We don’t know, we can’t find anything about her before she moved to Korea” Jiyong said leaning back in his chair.

“Actually I found out this morning that she moved to the area with her grandparents when she was ten, just after that fire at the hospital a few towns over I mentioned. The people there say they lived out of town and kept to themselves and she was home schooled, they died just before her eighteenth birthday of natural causes and then she just disappeared” Taeyang said looking at Jiyong.

“That must have been when she moved here, look into that fire and see if anything else suspect happened in that town. Daesung I want you to try and probe her during training for anything you can get about her life before she came here that could explain this man hanging around. And nobody tell hyung about this yet, I don’t need him going on a warpath, we were lucky the cops didn’t get involved last time”

Seung hyun practically ran up the stairs, he was filled with anger at the memory of the guys putting you in danger when they used you to get to him, he told them that no matter what happened or what you said to never let that happen. He couldn’t let it happen again, Seungri was right, it was better to be prepared for the worst. All the anger he felt subsided when he found you asleep on the couch, you had been so exhausted lately due to the little amount of sleep you got each night and he was glad that you seemed to be sleeping peacefully for the moment.

He gently picked you up and carried you to the bedroom where he laid down with you, placing you on his chest. He watched you as you slept, his mind wandering back to when he woke up in hospital. As soon as his eyes opened they looked for you, he tried to get up but his head was groggy and his chest felt as if a weight were sitting on it, restricting him from moving. As soon as he called your name you appeared, your face was covered in yellow stains, old bruises that were soon to disappear.

“I thought he got you” he said with a strained voice as he began to cry, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into him.

“Oppa” you stirred bringing his mind back to the present.

“Hmmm” he hummed as he looked at you, your eyes were still closed.

“Oppa please” you said as you lightly pushed him.

'She’s still asleep’ he thought to himself.

“No don’t touch him” you yelled waking yourself up.

“I’m right here” he said as he ran his fingers through your hair, you didn’t say a word, you only nuzzled into him to hide your face, you didn’t want him to see the pain that you knew was written all over it. “I wish I could get inside your head and fight off these nightmares”

“You can’t protect me forever” you whispered back as you stared at the wall, the dream still playing over in your head.

“I know….. That’s why I’m going to let you train with Daesung, so you’ll have a fighting chance if something happens when I’m not there”

“Really?” you asked as you pushed yourself off his chest so you could look at him.

“Yes, I couldn’t bare it if anything happened to you just because I was too stubborn” his lip curled up on one side as he looked down at you, his heart raced as he noticed your eyes sparkling back at him.


“Are you ready yet?” Hyorin called through the door.

“I don’t think this dress is me” you called back as you looked yourself up and down in the mirror, Hyorin had picked out the dress for you. It was a tight bright blue strapless dress that ended mid thigh, you never wore them because you always felt as though you were forever pulling it back up in fear of exposing yourself.

“What are you taking about? It looks fantastic on you” Hyorin said, she had let herself in.

“But I don’t feel comfortable” you said as you pulled it up.

“Well you don’t have time to change, the guys are waiting down stairs” she said picking up your clutch and handing it to you.

The guys went all out, they dressed up in suits and took you to a Michelin star restaurant in the heart of Seoul where the waiters wore tuxedoes and the other diners dressed equally well.

“So how did you two meet?” you asked looking between Seung hyun and Jiyong.

“Well after we broke up, I dropped out of college just to spite my parents. It didn’t take long for me to run out of money so I decided to start my mandatory enlistment, where I met this punk” Seung hyun told you and Jiyong gasped.

“Me, the punk? I don’t think so. This guy was the punk, he was forever starting fights and I had to jump in and help him” he said as they both laughed. “He was so angry all the time and I never knew why, I guess now I do”

“What about you two?” Seung hyun asked changing the subject.

“She used to work for me but she was terrible with the customers, so I had to fire her” you said before taking a sip of your wine.

“I was not” Hyorin said with a pout.

“You told a customer she looked fat” you said bluntly and you heard the two men laugh.

“Well she did, that cut looked terrible on her” she said defensively.

“But I liked how obnoxiously direct she was, it was refreshing to have someone around that was so brutally honest, so I decided to become friends with her”

“Sweetie, lets not get this twisted, I let you be my friend”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night” you said and the table went quiet, your nightmares were no secret to any of them, Seung hyun placed his hand on your back.

“We should get back” he said softly as he gave it a rub.


As the hummer pulled up to the club Seung hyun noticed a man sitting in a car across the street, it was to dark to see his face clearly but he could tell the man was watching them, Seung hyun stopped the driver and got out.

“Take the girls inside” he said before closing the door.

As soon as you were inside the garage Seung hyun began to walk over to the car, the man’s face became a lot clearer. He was older, much older and he was a foreigner, like you.

Hey, what are you doing here?” Seung hyun called from half way across the road, he heard the car start up and the man sped away before Seung hyun could reach him.

Seung hyun stood in the street and watched as the tail lights disappeared before heading back to the garage.

“Is everything ok oppa?” you asked as you got out of the car.

“Yeah, he was just lost and wanted directions” he lied as he lead you inside looking back over his shoulder to make sure everything was clear.


“When you punch, you want to follow through, like this” Daesung instructed as he demonstrated what he was telling you.

“Ok I think I’ve got it” you said before throwing a punch at the punching bag. Seung hyun had organised one of the spare rooms to be decked out with equipment for your practice.

“No, keep your wrist straight, don’t let it go limp or you’ll break it if you hit hard enough” Daesung scolded, he was taking this more seriously then you thought he would.

“Is this ok?” you asked throwing another punch.

“It’s better, keep practising” he said, he noticed that you were concentrating hard on your movements which meant your defences were down, it was the perfect time to ask questions. “So tell me about your grandparents, what were they like?”

“Strict” you said between punches. “But they were good people, they were only strict because they wanted me to be strong, so I could take care of myself”

“That’s why they taught you how to shot?” Daesung asked as he stepped behind the bag to hold it in place so it was easier to hit.

“My Pop thought it was important to know the ins and outs of a gun so if anything were to happen…” you stopped the sentence before you could finish it, you had already said to much.

“What did he think could happen?” he asked trying to bait you to reveal more.

“I’m not sure” you said as you gave the bag an extra hard punch making Daesung take a couple of steps back as a result.

“What about your parents, what were they like?” he asked stepping back up to the bag.

“I don’t remember” you said as you furrowed your brow, why was he asking all these questions.

“You don’t remember them?” he asked trying to act surprised.

“I need a break” you said as you stopped punching.

“Keep going, you need to push yourself”

“Just give me a minute” you asked and he shook his head at you.

“If you get tired in a fight the other person won’t give you a break, that could be the difference between life and death” he scolded.

“You think I don’t fucking know that?” you snapped at him instantly regretting it, he was only trying to help but his incessant questions and the lack of sleep was making you cranky.

“I think that’s enough for today” he said as he picked up a towel and threw it to you, you sighed knowing you had pissed him off.

“M-my Mother was kind hearted, she always saw the best in people no matter who or what they were. She spoiled my brothers and I with whatever she could, she loved us all equally” you said not bothering to look at Daesung.

“You had brothers?” he asked as he approached you and you nodded.

“Two, they were twins. They were the cheekiest pair of kids, always getting into trouble” you smiled as you thought about them, you hadn’t allowed yourself to think about any of them in so long that you weren’t sure if you would even remember them. “They were so young when they died”

“How old?”

“Six, they were practically still babies” you said as a tear rolled down your cheek.

“How old were you?”

“Ten, I couldn’t save them. By the time I got to them he, the fire was already at their room” you closed your eyes as their screams rang through your head.

“What about your father?” Daesung asked trying to push his luck. Your eyes snapped open at his question and you glanced at him before grabbing your drink bottle.

“I don’t remember him, he died before the twins were born” you said before taking a sip of your drink.

“That would have made you about four? Surely you remember something about him?” he asked, instead of answering you just shook your head. “Come on you have to remember something, like what he looked like, what colour his eyes or his hair was, did he have a beard or was he clean shaven, his build, the sound of his laugh, something”

You stared off in a catatonic state as the sound of his laugh rang through your head.

“Hey, you ok?” Daesung asked as he placed his hand on your shoulder, the sudden contact frightened you out of your zombie like state and something inside your brain snapped making you punch Daesung in the face. You gasped as soon as you realised what you were doing, Daesung looked back at you in shock.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t even know why I did that” you apologised as you held your hands over your mouth, you were shocked at your reaction just as much as him.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked with genuine concern as he furrowed his brow.

“I’m sorry, I’m just tired” you replied rubbing your hand over your face.

“Go get some rest, we’ll try this again tomorrow” he said with a small smile but his brow was still furrowed.


You could see the van, you were almost there, just a few hundred metres and you were free. A shot echoed through the snow filled field and you felt as if your heart stopped when the noise rang out, something pulled you to the ground. You looked over to see Seung hyun laying beside you reaching out, he was yelling something but you couldn’t hear it, the only thing audible was the thudding of your heart beat. You caught sight of a dark figure behind him before another gun shot, Seung hyun went limp as blood trickled from his temple, his eyes still open but soulless as they stared at you. You screamed as you turned around to see who was standing behind him, you went silent as soon as you saw who it was. your body was frozen still as you looked back at yourself, a smirk was plastered on your face as you placed the gun against your lips.

“Shhhhhh he’s sleeping”

You woke up with a large gasp, as if someone had just deprived you of air, stopping just shy of successfully suffocating you. You looked next to you but Seung hyun wasn’t there, you jumped out of bed and headed to the lounge but stopped in front of the door when you heard a low murmur of voices from the other side.

“I’m telling you something doesn’t add up” Daesung said in a clearly frustrated tone.

“And I told you you’re being paranoid” Seung hyun chuckled.

“You didn’t see what we saw, what I saw. She shot him point blank and didn’t even bat an eyelash and then……”

“Fuck” Seung hyun shouted cutting the other man off.

“What is it?”

“That car is back again”

“Hyung I don’t know if you should go out…” Daesung’s voice trailed off before you heard a door closing.

You opened the bedroom door and looked around, no one was there, you walked over to the window and looked out on to the street below. A black car was sat a few buildings back, you could see someone in the drivers seat but it was too far away to make out who it was. You saw Seung hyun walk out of the building closely followed by Daesung, they were headed for the car.

Hey you” Seung hyun yelled as he approached the car. “Daesung stand in front of the car so he can’t drive off” Seung hyun ordered pointing to the front of the car. He walked up and tapped on the window, the man wound down the window and smiled at Seung hyun.

I’m sorry if I frightened you” the man said smiling.

What are you doing here, are you lost?” Seung hyun asked as he crouched beside the car.

No, I’m right where I should be” the man replied making Seung hyun furrow his brow.

Oh really? And where is that?” Seung hyun said with a scoff, the man just smiled back at him.

Where my daughter is, you see she was taken away from me a long time ago and I’ve finally found her”

Seung hyun paused from a moment, staring at the man. Could he be? He looked as if he were the right age but he couldn’t be.

What’s her name?”

I would hope you would know the name of your own girlfriend” the man replied with a chuckle. Seung hyun stared at the man shocked at his confession of being your father, why would your family lie to you and tell you he was dead?

Seung hyun’s head turned towards the building, you knew he saw you in the window watching what he was doing. He turned back and said a few words to the man in the car before getting up and heading back to the building, Daesung trailing closely behind again.

You waited, watching the car drive off as they made their way back upstairs.

“You’re up” Seung hyun said as he entered the room.

“Who was that?” you asked still looking out the window.

“Nobody” he lied as he wrapped his arms around you. “Now come to bed, you need your rest for your training with this hard ass tomorrow” Seung hyun chuckled as he lead you to the bedroom.

You looked at Daesung, something about the look in his eyes made you uneasy.

| Sonic Chaos | Chapter Four: The Crazy Jungle Girl

 (GUESS WHO’S BACK!!!! Gosh, it’s been SO LONG since the last chapter! But it’s finally here, and I promise I will speed up the process…it’s a long story why I got so hung up, but it’s back now, so it’s alright. Thank you @mangaanonymous for the illustration ilyy <3)


 “…Uhhghh…”

    Amy’s eyes painfully fluttered open. She covered them with her hand to protect them from a bright orange light. She found herself leaning against a tree with a blanket draped over her. Amy took a few deep breaths, looking to her side to see nothing but green plants and trees. She turned to her left and her right, her neck ached as she did so. The sun was setting on the horizon.

  She opened her mouth to say something, but words couldn’t reach her. Her head was pounding and her muscles were all sore. Her blood felt like molasses and for some reason she felt extremely heavy. Every ounce of her being was telling her to just go back to sleep and never wake up.

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Rewritten, Chapter 25: The Final Battle

Read this on FF.net or Ao3  ➜

Link had been in Hyrule Castle once before, however briefly, and was not excited to revisit. But with the sword and some newfound faith in himself, he had no choice but to continue with the momentum he’d gained in the last few days. There was no stopping now. He could feel time running out, and he had to get to Zelda… had to bring everything, as much as could be done, back to normal.

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anonymous asked:

Esasen insanlar " bir defe sever " düşüncesinde olur bes sene gore?

Kim demiş bunu? Qələt edib! İnsan nə zamandan bir dəfə sevər? İnsan bir dəfə deyil yüz dəfə min dəfə miyon dəfə sevər! Əgər sən sevdiyin insanı hər gördükdə xoşbəxt olub, hər dəfəsində yenidən ona vurulub, yenidən ona aşiq ola bilmirsənsə bədbəxtsən! Hər gördüyündə sanki ilk dəfə görürmüş kimi yenidən aşiq olmalısan. Gözlərin bərəlib, ürəyin sürətlə döyünməli. Təşvişə düşməli, həyəcan səni əsir götürməli. İnsan bir dəfə sevməz. Sevə də bilməz. Səni ya da sizi bilmirəm ama mən belə sevdim.

The Sly Cooper Series in a Nutshell
  • Bentley: Alright so here's the plan.
  • Bentley: *Lays out elaborate plan that requires precise calculations and stuff*
  • Sly: I'm gonna steal stuff.
  • Carmelita: I got you now Cooper!
  • Sly: Ha nice try. See ya at the next heist.
  • Carmelita: I'll find you!
  • Murray: LETS BREAK STUFF.
  • Bentley: THIS WASN'T PART OF THE PLAN. AAAAAHHHHHHH
  • Villains: You can never defe- HOW DID YOU BEAT ME SO FAST?!?
  • Carmelita: I got the bad guy. Awe yea.
  • Carmelita: BUT I MISSED COOPER!I'LL FIND YOU RINGTAIL!!
  • Bentley: THE PLAN. WHAT ABOUT THE PLAN.
  • Murray: I'm hungry.

anonymous asked:

I love Ruby with all my ❤ + I ship RedBeauty and MulanRouge + I also love most of her outfits + I believe she's the most cinnamon roll out there , and everyone has the right to sleep or not with whoever we want, to dress however we want without it defing our worth, but it bothers me a bit the fact that the only confirmed bi character is the one considered promiscuous. It's on the same level of the villain sexuality or the evil boobs, and it bothers me because I always supported Red being bi.

I get where you’re coming from, however if memory serves correctly its only under the curse Ruby is shown to be “promiscuous”. And her cursed self isn’t her true self. Any relationship she had under the curse she did not consent to. Really she’s had two partners (Peter and Dorothy) in about 30 years.

Los labios más bonitos del mundo. 
Casi nadie sabe que detrás de su timidez hay un lado pícaro y revoltoso. Y que los pequeños detalles la vuelven loca. Y no tanto regalo de gran almacén. Que con dos cervezas junto a alguien especial o una tarrina de Häagen-Dazs en el sofá algunas veces es suficiente. 
Tiene un montón de noches pensativas. No todo sale como ella quiere. Eso me pasa por ser buena, piensa. Por momentos se harta de estar a la expectativa. Si tampoco pide tanto, sólo que la quieran de verdad. Sin tapujos. Sin mentiras que hagan desconfiar a su mente. Le dan ganas de agarrar la maleta y viajar sin control, como a ella le gusta.
Y seguirá evitando momentos, seguirá callando, callando demasiado. Pero cada vez que se piensa, en ella sólo sale una palabra. Dulce. Dulce dulzura.
—  Defeds
SPN at Hogwarts: Cousins

People seem to like what I’m doing here, so I’m just gonna make another chapter of this little spiel of mine. If I keep getting a decent amount of notes on this, I guess I will keep on doing this.

| - Master Post - | - Post That Inspired This - | - The Lineup For The Professors - | - People By House and Year - | - Information on the Triwizard Tournament - | - Intro - | - The Sorting Hat - | - The Boggart - | - The Goblet - | - The Knitting Club - | - Cousins - | - The First Task - | - The Hogsmeade Trip - | - The Second Task - | - Halloween - | - The Yule Ball - | - The Order - | - The Secret Meeting - | - Valentine’s Day - | - Spring Break - | - Ancestors - | - Time Travelers - | - The Birthday - | - The Third Task - | - The Unexpected Victor - | - Consequences - | - The Weapon - | - The Disease - | - The Fallen - | - The Cure - | - The End - |

SPN at Hogwarts: Cousins

Dean was halfway through a particularly funny story about Sammy when that half-pint of an owl Sam calls “Bones” flew into Dean’s face, a package crashing into his pile of bacon and eggs on his plate. Dean swore as the bird spasmed, swerving away towards the Griffindor table.

Dean glanced down at the package. It wasn’t wrapped well or anything. Old Daily Prophet pages covered what was inside, some random string keeping everything together.

Donna glanced over at Dean’s package curiously.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” asked Donna, finishing off an omelet, “You should open that.”

Dean wrapped his fingers reluctantly around the string.

Dean glanced at Donna. He could tell. He just knew she could sense his reluctance. Maybe she had noticed that it was the first package Dean had gotten since he came to Hogwarts. Not that it had been a long time since Dean had entered into this particular school, it was just most people had gotten letters from home by then. Hell, Donna got a letter from home twice a week. Even Bobby John had gotten a post card from his foster father every two weeks.

Dean undid the messy, ominously tight knot as he pulled the string off. He slowly opened the newspaper wrapping to reveal…a tie.

Dean’s heart sank. It was a Griffindor tie, of course, but it wasn’t for Dean. There was slip of paper folded within the tie. TO SAM. Yet it was specifically sent to Dean. Dean’s hand was shaking, the one that was holding the tie.

“Dean?”

Dean didn’t move.

“Dean, are you okay?”

Dean glanced over at Donna.

“I…uh…”

Dean stood up, walking out of the Great Hall.

“Wait, Dean, you okay there?”

Dean turned around to see Benny.

“I saw you walking out with something. Let me see it,” said Benny.

Dean turned away from Benny. He hadn’t spoken to Benny for days, not since the Knitting Club. As Cas was avoiding Dean since that day, Dean had been avoiding his bunkmate.

Benny moved in front of Dean.

“Hey, come on. I know you’re angry, but you’re my best friend - I’m not going to just let you brood off in some corner. Now let me see what you got so that I can understand,” said Benny.

Dean looked down at the tie and froze. He just kept staring at it, at the message inside, thinking about the meaning behind it all.

Benny slowly took the tie from Dean and swore under his breath. Dean felt so vulnerable at that moment because he knew, he just knew that Benny was going to connect the dots, that he was connecting the dots. Benny knew Dean well enough to understand what was going on and that scared Dean more than anything else.

Benny pulled Dean into a hug. They stood there for a moment, and Dean hated the fact that Benny could see the hurt in Dean. Because Dean didn’t deserve this. He knew that, he knew it from the tie. He thought he was going to be okay with this. He thought he was going to be fine, with being this, with being in school when he knew he should be out there helping his dad find that son of a bitch who killed his mom, with having the audacity of being the wrong house, this Hufflepuff when he knew he didn’t deserve to be there if he wasn’t a Griffindor.

“You going to hug me back or are we just going to stand in the hall awkwardly? ‘Cause I’ll stand here until you hug me back, and I can stand for hours,” said Benny.

Dean groaned.

“Hours. You know that.”

Dean couldn’t help but smile, conceding as he slowly hugged Benny back.

“Good,” said Benny, pulling back, “I’ll give this to your brother. Say I accidentally got it in my mail.”

Dean rubbed his face, pulling himself together.

“Why?” asked Dean.

Benny raised an eyebrow.

“Why what?” asked Benny.

“Why do you even care? I’m such a mess. I don’t even know how I’m doing so well in classes,” said Dean.

“I care because you’re my friend,” said Benny, “And if you don’t care about yourself, someone has to. Maybe if someone cares for you, you may see that there’s a point to caring about you. And, yeah, you’re broken, but you’re not as broken as you think you are. You’re smarter than you think you are too.”

Dean doesn’t answer that. He’s not sure how to feel about that. Because it’s not like people haven’t said things like that to him, it’s just…it’s just he doesn’t think he can believe it himself. He doesn’t feel like he deserves thinking that.

“Oh yeah, and Dean, before I go I wanted to say…”

Dean looked to Benny.

“…Sorry. I know your friends with Cas, and I may have been a bit harsh. I’m only harsh because I don’t know much about the guy, but what I know is fishy.”

There was a pause.

“What do you know about Cas exactly, anyways?” asked Dean.

Benny sighed.

“Transferring is pretty rare at Hogwarts. The first person who I ever saw transfer before you was Cas. A lot of rumors go around about the guy, but what I know for certain is that he has connections to the school that he didn’t know about before he came or around the time he came. I also know the people who are supposedly related to him are not people you’d want to mess with. People who are his cousins, brothers, sisters - They run things that are above laws, or perhaps just avoiding them. If you want to know more, you should ask this guy.”

Benny took out a scrap of paper and scrawled something down. He handed it to Dean.

“Balthazar Novak? Who’s he?” asked Dean.

“Blonde. Tall. Seventh year Slytherin. He runs a lot of things on the down low. You can find him with this,” said Benny, handing Dean an old looking piece of parchment.

Dean flipped the paper, looking at both sides.

“How’s this supposed to help me?” asked Dean, “This has nothing on it.”

Benny grinned.

“Use your wand on it,” said Benny more in a whisper than anything else, “Place the tip of your wand on the parchment and say ’I solemnly swear I am up to no good’. You’ll see why it’s great once you do that.”

Dean glanced at the doors of the Great Hall. Students were filing out swiftly, heading to their classes.

“Okay,” said Dean, “Thanks, Benny.”

Benny patted Dean’s shoulder.

“No problem, brother,” said Benny, disappearing into the ocean of teens and tweens.

Dean hid in a corner of the library after classes, glancing down at the piece of old parchment Benny had given him. He had been staring down at the parchment for a good fifteen minutes.

“Well?” asked Donna, “Are you gonna do something with that piece of paper or what?”

Dean jumped.

“Merlin’s Beard, where’d you come from?” asked Dean.

Donna blinked.

“I’ve been here for like ten minutes. Come on, Dean, I can see something magically weird happening from a mile away. Now, do what you’re supposed to be doing with the sheet of paper,” said Donna, glancing over at the paper.

“I’m doing something that’s probably dangerous. You sure you’re up to this?” asked Dean.

“I want to be an auror when I’m older, so I have to be up for danger. I thought you didn’t like danger, though,” said Donna.

Dean smirked.

“I’m fine with it if it’s something I can’t avoid,” said Dean.

Dean took out his wand, placing the tip on the parchment.

“I solemnly swear I am up to no good,” said Dean.

the parchment immediately sprung to life, revealing a map with names moving around.

“I think this is all of Hogwarts…Why’s Charlie Bradbury standing so close to Durmstrang’s Champion? Dorothy something?” asked Donna.

“I don’t try to think about questions like that. Come on, I see Balthazar on this. Let’s go,” said Dean, beginning to walk off.

“Wait-what? Balthazar? Why him? That weirdo gives me the creeps,” said Donna.

“For Cas. I have some questions that need answers,” said Dean.

Donna simply smiled, nodding as the found themselves at the entrance of the room of requirements, a tall blonde man standing nearby. It was the young man who dragged Cas away in the train.

“Hey!” said Dean, walking over to him, “You’re Balthazar right?”

The blonde man looked Dean and Donna up and down.

“And you…you are Dean Winchester, and this is Donna Hanscum. You two hang out with Cassie, right?” asked Balthazar, “Oh! Wait, no. You used to hang out with Cassie.”

Dean glared.

“We wanna know what’s going on,” said Donna. Balthazar turned his gaze to her, raising an eyebrow. She started stumble on her words, less confident in what she was saying. “Or-er-he does, I just sort of liked having more than two people I spoke to.”

“You’re a bit sad, aren’t you?” said Balthazar, “You know, I have potions for that. Ones that will get you friends.”

For a moment, Donna looked like she was interested. That was, until Dean gave her a look. She looked away awkwardly.

“I only want to know what’s up with Cas. I’m worried about him,” said Dean.

Balthazar sighed.

“Look - you seem like a sweet kid. And Cas talks about you a lot-”

“-He does?-”

“-Not the point. The point is that there are some things that wold be better for you to not know, for your own sake, and right now may not be the best time to hang out with Cas.”

Dean stepped forward.

“Does it look like I care about that? I’ve been in dangerous situations before. I can handle anything Cas throws at me,” said Dean.

“Why do you care?” asked Balthazar, “You’ve only been at this school for, what, two months? Why is being friends with my cousin so important to you?”

“Because Cas likes to watch the bees,” said Dean immediately and without even thinking, “Because Cas would wait out a whole class with wailing roots just to be able to have free time with the more popular flowers and watch the bees. Because Cas would rather watch the clouds outside and contemplate whether or not we should test lipstick on monkeys rather than face the crazy tasks we’re given every defense against the Dark Arts class. Because Cas looked at me and told me it was okay to be a Hufflepuff and he’s the only one who actually made me feel like it might be okay. Because he said he’d be my Meg, and I want to return the favor.”

Balthazar blinked.

“Yeah, I didn’t understand any of that,” said Balthazar.

“Me neither,” said Donna, “Who’s Meg? Is there a friend you have that I don’t know about? That’s not fair, Dean, I need more friends, you already have like ten!”

“It…It doesn’t matter. Can you tell me anything?” asked Dean.

Balthazar sighed.

“If you really want information, you should ask Cassie himself,” said Balthazar.

Dean was getting tired of dealing with Balthazar.

“Then where can I find Cas?” asked Dean.

Balthazar sighed.

“Check the Astronomy tower. He always liked high places,” said Balthazar, “Made him feel like he was flying when he was a little bit.”

Dean narrowed his eyes.

“You knew Cas before he came here, didn’t you?” asked Dean.

Balthazar merely grinned.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” said Balthazar.

Dean walked up the Astronomy tower alone. Donna wasn’t fond of heights herself and decided to 'guard the entrance’. Reluctantly, Dean walked into the room at the top of the tower.

Cas had opened the ceiling, allowing the night sky to flood the roof. Constellations swarmed above them and Dean could only gaze up in awe at the view.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” asked Cas.

Dean slowly walked over to Cas, lying down next to him.

“Do you need help?” asked Dean.

Silence loomed in the air. Cas turned away from Dean.

“It’s none of your business,” said Cas.

Dean turned to Cas. Cas looked slumped. He was skinnier than before. He didn’t look too good. He wasn’t doing well. Dean didn’t know why, but he was sure this wasn’t just the Triwizard Tournament.

“Look,” said Dean, rubbing his eyes, “I don’t have to know. I don’t need to know what you’re doing, not until you’re ready to tell me. Let me at least just help you.”

Cas turned to Dean.

“I can’t put others in harms way, my conscious won’t let me,” said Cas.

“Then let me help you with the Triwizard Tournament,” said Dean, “If I help you lift some of that burden, maybe that will at least help you.”

Cas smirked.

“You know that’s illegal, right?” said Cas.

Dean rolled his eyes, allowing himself to grin.

“Oh, like anybody cares.”

They both snickered, standing up.

“I’m glad I’ve become friends with you, Dean,” said Cas.

Dean’s grin only became bigger.

“Yeah,” said Dean, “Me too, Cas.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

Whites Defending Whites: Disgusting

In my English class our teacher wanted us to talk about our experiences with racism and, and this is obvious, most of the people who were being racist were white. Well the only white girl in our class decided to start talking about how it’s so racist that people have asked her if she tastes like VANILLA. She kept ranting and obviously, my classmates (who are all POC) started yelling until MY WHITE TEACHER STARTED DEFENDING HER BY SAYING THAT SINCE THEY ARE THE ONLY TWO WHITE PEOPLE WE SHOULD GO EASY ON THEM AND TREAD LIGHTLY BECAUSE WE ARE MAKING THEM UNCOMFORTABLE. I RAISED MY HAND AND EXPLAINED THAT WHILE ITS MAKING HER UNCOMFORTABLE POC ARE DENIED JOBS BECAUSE OF THE COLOR OF THEIR SKIN, ARE NOT TREATED AS HUMAN BEINGS, AND THAT THERE IS A SYSTEM OF OPPRESSION IN PLACE AND WHITES REAP THE BENEFITS. My teacher disregarded my entire speech and brought up how they don’t want to be lumped in with those people because “not all white people are racist.” SHE THEN ASKED US TO TREAD LIGHTLY AS WE ANSWER WHAT CAUSES RACISM. NOW THE WHITE GIRL IS TALKING ABOUT HOW STEREOTYPES ARE ANNOYING. What stereotypes?!?! That you have MONEY? THAT YOU ARE INTELLIGENT? THAT YOU ARE AUTOMATICALLY BEAUTIFUL AND THAT YOU HAVE A FUTURE WORTH INVESTING IN?!?! All the while the teacher defended her, ignoring us who were crying as we told our stories. White people excusing and defending other white people who are racist and believe reverse racism is REAL are absolutely disgusting. White people feeling uncomfortable is not at all equal to systematic oppression and racism. If you believe it is just. Please don’t be like that. Rant over.