#random draft

Tim has always known who he is, what he is.

Doesn't fear walking Gotham at night, ghosts follow his every move.

Can sit in the cemetery and feel it's power.

A flick of fingers, a whispered word and animals breathe again, humans crawl from the earth.

Becoming Robin didn't change much.

Bruce's dislike of magic working in his favor the man obvious to anything other than Latin causing flashy lights.

Almost weekly he visited Jason's grave listening praying yet the boy was still out of reach.

The first time Tim panicked believing the magic had vanished but after multiple long dead mobsters hearts started to beat clearly it was a Jason specific issue.

Kicking the dirt as frustration got the better of him.

"Baby bird, hitting stuff doesn't fix it." Dick's voice catching him off guard, although he will deny jumping almost a foot in the air.

Glancing at the first Robin something cold begins to pool in his chest. Majority of men would be offended-angry at their brothers final resting place, being desecrated.

Not sporting a Dick (I know something you don't) Grayson™️ grin.

A hand gentle on his back "Kiddo-"Dick''s arms begin pulling; coaxing "Unlike Bruce...I think magic is pretty awesome. Especially, when it's my little brother's."

"It's not..working." The words the have been circling for weeks are finally spoken, yanking on his every soul because what is the point of Tim Drake if his magic is failing.

"Ah, well..it's not going too." Attempting to break out of Dick arms doesn't work the older tightening his grip.

"Funny thing, for a man who hates magic he adopts a lot- of witches." Power rushes reveling the sigals covering every inch of Jason's grave. Hiding his body and soul from any form of magic.

Tim can't help committing a technical taboo, releasing his own magic usually another's would retreat, or become defensive.

Dick's does neither. Tim very soul magic running wild, his brother accepts it.

The grown begins to rot a typical characteristic of his craft his brother burning it, their magic not inherently kind but accepting each other whole heartily.

It's difficult wrestling control back, Dick struggling the same neither wanting to let the other go.

"I can't believe." -" Your an odd bird to pin down, normally it's easy but never in my life have I met a necromaner so I had no clue what I was looking for."

"Still figured it out."

"Nope. I guessed." One again shock overtaking him.

"Saw you kicking the grave, way too comfortable surrounded by dead people figured, what the hell."

"Your such a dick."- "Dont you dare." Dick grumbles clearly not content losing his favorite horrible joke.

"I can... bring him back then." Joy, and plans already forming because this means Jason can come back.

"No, we will but not today I'm dragging you back to Bludhaven to watch shitty movies and eat food." Protests and complains building in his throat.

"Nope. Don't you dare. Fucked up as it is Jason will still be dead tommorow and we need clear heads so don't argue with me!" Tim forced to relent how dare his older brother be logical and responsible.

Hours later both nestled on Dick's couch somewhat relaxing when Tim shouts hunching over arms tight against his stomach.

Dick's attempt to figure out what wrong causes his magic to reach out first. His soul begins to sing.

"Jason-"

"We need to go."

An hour drive made in twenty minutes.

It's Tim who grabs Jason's hand pulling him from the dirt.

It's Dick who begins to heal broken bones.

It's Tim who sends bursts of power to anchor his soul.

It's Dick who bundles two exhausted little brothers into his bed to watch over them.

It's Bruce who slams open the door four hours later scared out of his mind after reviewing the tapes.

It's Bruce who wakes up two extremely protective and pissed off witches.

It's Jason who on his first day back from the dead gets to cackle as Alfred attempts to wrangle a toad wearing a batsuit.

"Best day of my fucking life-"

"Master Richard please-"

"No the bitch had it coming-"

"Lucky I didn't take his soul."

"Wait kid can you do that?"

"Yeah it's Death Magic 101."

"So hypothetically, if a certain clown-"

"Consider it done."

"So since Bruce can't exactly complain right now?"

"Dickhead how dare you become awesome while I was dead first magic now murder- the fuck?"

"Little Wing..? I had magic before."

"WHAT?"

"YOU KNEW THIS?"

"THE FUCK I DID?"

"YOU SAID ROBIN GIVES YOU MAGIC WAS THAT NOT BECAUSE YOUR BROTHERS A WITCH?"

"NO IT'S...actually I'm not sure why the fuck I did say that?"

"Maybe you subconsciously knew?"

"Maybe so can we go murder the joker now?"

"Yeah I'll get my keys."

"MASTER BRUCE DONT YOU DARE GO ON MY COUNTER."

"Hurry."

"On it."

"Best day ever."

"It's the 15th century, I'm a Christian with a damaged brain.

It's the 16th century! Ars Goetia has come out and it's so perfect. Whoa demons, I like demons. Let's call those stupid demons and order them, heil Höllenzwang!

Also I'm a superior white man who got a chance to study and become fascinated with Ancient Egypt, so why not just learn about it from Greek and Roman scripts? I love misinterpreting ancient belief systems by reading information from second hand! Just like another hundreds of German hermeticists, occult philosophers and any random scholars from my time. I'll just believe there was some primeval darkness Egyptians liked very much because it fits my made-up pseudo-christian scripts!

Note: This was sitting in my drafts and I honestly thought I’d already posted it. Anyway here it is. The story events might end up slightly different, but Liz and Sirius definitely have their fair share of fights and conflicts.

From the moment Liz was introduced to Hogwarts, she was constantly compared to Sirius. Others would say there was something strikingly similar about them — their loud presence, their effortless charm, and the way they became the center of attention in every room they stepped into. There was a shared rebelliousness in their very being.

They both thought differently. The comparison annoyed them, drawing their gazes toward one another searching for whatever it was everyone else claimed to see, only to look away with exasperation.

That changed with one incident.

It started with Potter, who decided to have fun and humiliate her a little bit to stroke his own ego. Liz, on the other hand, was only waiting for a reason to let loose.

Of course, where there’s Potter, there’s Black. What began as a skirmish between Liz and James nearly escalated into a full-blown fight between Liz and Sirius.

The confrontation was quickly broken up before it could spiral. James and Peter dragged Sirius away while Nora did the same with Liz, leaving Remus standing firmly in between. Neither Liz nor Sirius were pleased about it. They were both fuming, and it wasn't about the banter anymore. They needed to blow off steam.

In that moment, they finally saw the similarity in each other's eyes: a shared anger buried deep inside. Frustration, sadness, and disappointment — all those nasty feelings crawling within them, desperate to be released in the most violent way. Their burdens were different, but they manifested into the same bitter spite.

ler!lexi vang x lee!reader

Warning: tickling, this is really short I had this in the drafts for quite awhile

Little Miss - Girlset

He's a little floof ball. :3

Now here me out, little guy with giant chinchilla ears, and his ears twitch sensing danger, or when someone is upset, he comforts them.

Also, here is some Team Rancher fluff… Because yes

How the teacher didn't see either of them passing notes back and forth, he had no idea. His lip twitched every time he watched their fingers brush against the other, the pen in his hand surely about to crack in half.

That idiot never liked to pay attention in class, worse now that Lucy was stuck in a different class. Last year all that slanty-eyed idiot did was flash a dopey smile at her, distracting them both from their lectures.

While the rest of their friends were across the hall, he was stuck watching his worst nightmare unfold. Juvia shouldn't give that idiot the time of day.

"Quit bothering Juvia."

"Who said I was bothering her?" Natsu threw a sideways glance as he bit into his yakisoba sandwich. Gajeel scooted back in his seat, keeping himself out of the path of Gray's glare.

"You're distracting her in class; I'd say that's bothering her." He huffed, clicking his tongue under his breath.

"She's the one who passed me a note first," The pink-haired student rolled his eyes. "If you're so bent, just tell her you like her already. I'm allowed to talk to my friend if I feel like it."