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A small smirk tugged at Sara’s lips, and she shook her head, “Your team has better things to do than monitor everywhere I go and everything I do.” Especially because she was aimless yet again. Leaving the League, unsure of whether or not she should return home. It was like she just kept going in circles.

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It had been her intention to seduce him. Betty needed some quality time with him. The blonde had wanted him so much for the last couple of weeks, but there simply hadn’t been any time. 

Judging his reaction though, he had completely misread her intention. Not wanting him to feel guilty or worse, disgusted with her for doing that in front of all the Serpents, she didn’t push. 

Instead, she sat down next to him, gently putting her hand on top of his. This moment had gotten a lot more emotionally charged than intended. 

“I wouldn’t mind, Jug. Not if it’s for you alone.” 

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Hermione and Draco-

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The Doctor was far from impressed in what she had walked in on. How long had it been since she saw this man? A few months ago? For her, at least. But the TARDIS had said it was a different realm than the Enchanted Forest that she had landed in and considerably later. And yet, this man before her had not aged a day. It was.... high improbable. She’d say ‘impossible’ but she doesn’t believe in that word. Most of the time.

❝ Down, boy. Though I must say, I expected you to look.... older. ❞

Not that she could say anything. Time Lords could go centuries with the same old face so maybe some humans aged better than some? Age with her is difficult when it comes to other species. Though she is pretty sure he’s supposed to look older. 

❝ Who was that? ❞

Her head nodded towards where the male had fled to.

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Reagan was headed back to the alley she’d called home for the past few nights, a discarded apple held triumphantly in hand, when she almost stepped on a bloodied body. Empty shell casings and random debris surrounded it - him? - and she took a step back, nearly dropping her dinner in the process.

But when he started to move, she shoved the apple in her messenger bag, and she instinctively reached out to press her hands to - well, was there anywhere that he wasn’t bleeding? Maybe she should just make an anonymous call to the police...

And yet the words, “Who did this to you?” tumbled out of her mouth anyway, and when he responded - with a smile no less - she was hoping it wasn’t as bad as it looked. 

Because he looked like an extra from The Walking Dead.

“You and I have very different definitions of ‘bad day.’ ...What can I do? Should I flag down help? Or is there someone you want me to call?”

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Zed looked at him with wide eyes for a moment, until realization sunk in. God was his father. Ignoring the shoes, seeing as how that hadn’t even been what she’d been pointing out to begin with, she couldn’t help but question him now, the eagerness written all over her face. “What’s it like? Being the son of God?” 

Adding as an afterthought, she nodded in the direction of his wall. “And I was actually talking about the art.”

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Hermione and Draco- In which he wipes her memory in order to protect her.

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Skin and bones || Jemma

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Emma quickly let her hair down as she entered the Institute. It wouldn’t be good for Julian to see her like this, all bloody and bruised. The last thing she needed was for her parabatai to head back out there and go up against the demon himself. A demon she failed to defeat on her own, because she had felt weirdly dizzy and void of energy for some reason. 

She remembered wondering if something had been wrong with Julian to make her feel like that, but she never got the chance to ponder it more as a giant razor-like claw sliced at her face, seeming to cut her to the bone. 

A sound startled her out of the memory and the blonde quickly turned her face away as she picked up the pace to her room. 

Please, don’t be Julian. Please, don’t be Julian, she repeated over and over again in her mind.