forum funking,,,,,,,,JEANUBIS
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is this canon or not? who knows
edit: it is canon

I stayed at the counter top in Stephanie's house for most of the night. I believe Rose invited Jean, who thought it would be nice for me to tag along since I had nothing better to do. According to the brats at school, I was, quote unquote, actually cool. Whatever that means.
I didn't really like Rose, if we're going to be honest. Jean knew she's crushing hard on him, but I couldn't help but feel that Jean deserves better. At the same time, I never really accepted anybody and Jean can fuck with anybody's heart for all I care. His heart is near impenetrable, so I'm not worried about that. I'm still anxious for the party, though.
Jean left at some point to go do whatever party tricks he has up his sleeve. I stopped watching after a few parties, so I took sips of the crappy cheap beer instead and answered to whoever wanted to chat with me. There were a few people here and there, and I might have even liked one of them, but the kids left me too early, so I could never get a good scope of them. The energy levels in this house spiked up as a popular rap song started blasting over the speakers. I spot Jean in the corner of my eye. He's laughing with the others, but came to the bar to refill his drink. To my surprise, he sat down with me.
"Taking a break?" I sneered, subconsciously clinking my drink with his before taking my next drink. He rolled his eyes as he took a gulp. Rose approached Jean and leaned over the counter top flirtatiously, talking about whatever it is girls talk about. I left to take a piss in the thankfully empty bathroom.
On my way back, I spotted Stephanie in her awkwardly short shorts and pale green bomber jacket. She was watching Rose and Jean curiously, then snuck something into his drink. My eyes widen as I take longer strides in a panic. Girls were vicious.
"Hey, GG," I said, nudging Jean. "Don't drink that." He waved a hand at me and dismissed my warning. I tried to repeat myself, but Jean already habitually sipped at the beer. I inhaled sharply, unsure of what to do. Maybe he'll be fine? Right?
Wrong.
I decided to wait and keep watch of Jean. Nothing happened until everyone started to leave, or was passed out on the couches. I hid in the corner and soon I spot the two girls leading Jean upstairs. The way he's swaying makes my skin crawl and my heart drop. Follow them, I thought, knowing I can't let anything happen to Jean. They can fuck up anyone else's life, but not him.
I crept upstairs quietly, keeping them in eyesight. The trio stumbled into a random empty bedroom. "He's almost unconscious," Rose giggled, causing me to grit my teeth in anger. I pressed my back against the wall outside the room. "Right, Jean?"
"Yeaah, Rose?" he slurred. More giggling followed. Don't wait, Anubis. Don't be scared. They're weaker than you. My hands turned to fists and I barged into the room to discover two half naked girls reaching towards Jean, who could barely keep his eyes open. They whipped their head towards me, eyes wide.
"What the fu-" Stephanie started to say, but my fiery fueled me and I threw a punch to her face. Rose yelped and jumped away. At this point Jean had passed out on the bed. I grabbed Stephanie's arm and slammed her into Rose, causing the two girls to hit the wall and crumple to the ground. Rose recovered immediately to launch herself at me. She attempts to hit me, but I grab her wrist and bend it in an unnatural direction. Her cries of agony send a rush through me as I land several punches to her face. There was blood running down Rose's mouth. She collapsed to the floor and Stephanie rushed to her.
"You fucking dick!" Stephanie screamed to me as she attempts to wipe Rose's tears. Her mascara ran down as well, making her look sort of like a monster.
"Don't fucking touch Jean. This was a warning," I spat. They stared up at me in fear, scooting away from me and crying harder. I approached Jean, who was thankfully still fully clothed. I lifted him from the bed, unaware that this wouldn't be the last time I had to carry him out of trouble.

The next morning was a mess, to be honest with you. Not only was Jean hungover, he was furious.
"Why did Rose just call me to tell me that I'm banned from her parties now? What the hell did you fucking do?" Jean glared at me as he came into the kitchen. I had been stabbing away at scrambled eggs.
"Got into a fight," I muttered.
He threw his hands up in exasperation. "With who? And why?"
"Rose and Stephanie. There wasn't really a reason." I don't remember why I lied about it. Maybe I didn't want him to be mad at them. Maybe I didn't want him to know he was going to be taken advantage of. Maybe I thought that was too heavy for him. I don't know.
"Christ, Anubis, you are fucking insane! This is what I get for thinking you were worthy of a social life. You can fuck up your own life but for god's sake do not fuck up mine! I don't even know why they banned the both of us…" I merely gazed up at him and smiled solemnly. Jean had a sort of puzzled look. There were quite the bags under his eyes, darkened purple edges like a raccoon. Shaking his head at me, Jean trudged to the fridge to grab some plate of spaghetti to hopefully relieve his hangover. Does he realize he can't remember anything? Or does Jean even care?
Though deep down I know it's not true, I can't help but think he drank his beer on purpose.

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I promise I have more Jeanubis content in the works I accidentally got addicted to League of Legends again but trust me More Will Come and it will either Hurt or Wholesome I don't know yet

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"Scared, Potter?" AU except i don't specify anything and make it hurt
(update this is canonically possible but it just didn't happen this way)

I'm not afraid of him; I'm mad at him. In fact, I hate him, and I have good reason to. I mean anyone would hate him after what happened, so I should hate him, too. Just like a normal person. I blink my eyes and inhale deeply, eyeing Prince's concerned but sleepy gazes at me.
"What? You wanna be the one to kill him?"
I utter at him, earning a dirty look as he returns to his sleep. I pack the last of my guns into my duffel bag before zipping it up and throwing it onto my back. My time has come, I've searched left and right for him, and I know he's hiding from me. Anubis doesn't want to be found, so there's no way I could possibly find him; at least not with ease. He definitely lives up to his name. It's been years.
I blink my eyes, my cold hands gripping the steering wheel. Snowflakes drizzle onto the windshield as I start the car and wipe the frost off, catching a glimpse of myself in the rear view mirror. My eyes, bloodshot as they are, glimmer with undefeated determination. Bits of my hair slipped out from behind my ear, un-brushed and loosely falling against my shoulders. My scruff darker and thicker from usual, just like the bags under my eyes.
Was this really me? The broken soul in the mirror nearly cracked the glass, and I caught myself lost in thought. I blink myself back into reality before backing out of my driveway and starting the journey.
My head ached with each passing minute on the drive. I ignored it, despite it affecting my driving. My mind couldn't help but wander; when I was too drunk or high to drive, Anubis drove me home. He didn't care, in fact he only earned brownie points from my family for helping me out, only for them to punish me the moment Anubis turned his back. After he found out, Anubis started sneaking me in. Unless he always snuck me in; I was too drunk to remember. I suppose I thought he was less cautious beforehand because they always told me Anubis was better.
Jokes on them, I guess.
At a stoplight I decide to pull out a cigarette, rolling my window down slightly. My hands search for the nearest lighter, until I open the glove compartment to see a handful residing in there. I guess that just goes to show how little I clean out my car; I had bought these lighters a while ago for Anubis, knowing he runs out more often than anyone else, so I just bought a couple and, I guess I didn't know what to do with half of them, so I stuffed them in my glove compartment. I flick the lighter on and hold it at the end of my cigarette.
My eyes pause at the fire. The stress was getting to me but I didn't expect to have one just now. Resisting it didn't work, instead I froze in front of the fire, the flame growing to a house fire, engulfing me, burning flesh and fabric. My eyes flicker up ahead of me and I see his silhouette, his stupid hands balled in fists, his head pointed straight through the fire, directly at me.
I kick the car door open, falling onto the road and breathing heavily, my heart racing. Nausea grew in my stomach as I slowed my breathing, climbing up to stand as I grab my lighter and- hopefully still lit- cigarette.
I'm not afraid of him.
I check my phone; his location hasn't changed since I arrived. Does he know that? Is this a setup?
Giving up now is too weak; if I don't go through with it now I may never have a chance again. Even if it is a trap, would I even care at this point?
I enter the building, checking the cameras, knowing damn well he's watching them. I climb up the stairs, never processing where I am; what building I'm in; why I'm doing this.
I pull myself down the hall, arriving at a door and hesitating before knocking. As I do, I reach for my gun, twisting on the muffler as I hear footsteps approach the door. My heart raced, but I held my composure for now.
The doorknob twisted open, as the rage inside me grows.
He peaks through the door, his stupid blue eyes peering at me with wonder.
"Jean," He breathed, "You're…alive?"
He's trying to throw me off. Of course I'm alive, did he assume I was dead?
It came back to me; I snuck out the back, did he not see me? He thought I died? He thought…he killed me?
I cock the gun and point it at him, furrowing my brow.
"I've come to take what's mine."
His face curls up into confusion before softening into a pained smile.
"Yours? You're gonna kill me?"
Why is he surprised? Shouldn't he expect this?
Anubis must have noticed my hand slightly lowering, so he grabbed the gun and placed it against his head.
"Shoot me, GG."
He pursed his lips together into a sickly smile, causing chills to run up my spine.
"Maybe you can kill him."
Him?
No, I need to shake his words off. He's trying to manipulate me, to trick me into not shooting him. Is he? I grip the gun tighter, wrapping my finger against the trigger, but hesitating yet again.
Anubis grabbed the gun with both hands, pushing it against his head so aggressively that it pulled my arm.
"Do it, Jean! Kill me!"
My hands started to shake, I dropped the gun, growing so weak that I can barely hold myself up. His eyes were unreadable. Fear? Anger? Sorrow? I never got a chance to think about it; my dizziness hindered my ability to block the punch that Anubis threw at me, knocking me out.

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