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bakugoushotwife · 7 months

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kinktober day two: blindfold kink

>>> day two has arrived! i hope everyone loved our debut piece with nanami yesterday! so i thought this section could be me explaining why i chose the character for the piece, but i feel like today is self-explanatory.

>>> starring: satoru gojo x curvy!fem!reader >>>cw: blindfolding duh, pervy and obsessive gojo, oral (fem receiving), pet names, begging, doggy. pining, friends to fuckers hehe >>>wc: 2.8k >>>event masterlist

it may have started out as an innocent act–something playful and charming. but unfortunately, satoru could never tolerate such innocence. not without wanting to bend it to his will, anyway, and you and your frisky antics were no exception. he’s been wanting to taint your virtue and unyielding reputation for years at this point. you’re the picture of righteousness, kind and forgiving, and oh so malleable. gojo knows you’ve been this way for years, since school, just angelic by nature. it gets on his nerves.

you banter with him, though, and he enjoys the little bit of wit you show, a sly mind cloaked behind a doll-like face, porcelain and made up to mask the little devil lurking beneath. he sees the real you, the cheeky teenager who accidentally flashed him your panties every time he complimented your hair, the cunning sorceress that uses her air of innocence and ethereal looks to manipulate your way through this wretched society. you impress him, you intrigue and confuse him. maybe he’s just another man under your spell, maybe this was your way of manipulating him, but he can’t help but think that you’ve remained close to him–or more so, kept him close to you, because he means more than anyone else. perhaps that’s just gojo’s ego acting up again, but most people agree that your continual spotlight on him had something more to it than simple friendship.

you hinted and toyed at crossing that line all the time, letting him hold your hand and buy you lunch and other gifts satoru deemed worthy of your ownership. he was powerless, simply praying for the day that you would finally release him from your spell or let him demolish this front you keep shielding the real you.

today was that day, when you stopped by his place to check on him after a mission. you frequent his home often enough that it’s no big deal, and you knew with his ability, he was unscathed as always. but still, it gave you a reason to go over. you were shocked that he hadn’t cornered you yet, pouncing on you in the confines and comfort of his own home. you enjoyed toying with him, giving him all the signs that you were interested and then feigning shock when he was overly forward. you could tell you were confusing him, and seeing the smartest and strongest and most arrogant man alive confounded by your mind games was intoxicating. but even you were getting tired of this song and dance, growing sick of only teasing. satoru was the most desirable man ever made, in your mind, and you were ready to push him so far that he couldn’t possibly keep his chivalrous and cordial facade up any longer. you knew the real him too, of course. the pervert lurking beneath the surface of the respectable sensei—the hungry eyes hidden behind the black fabric leashing that side of him to avoid detection.

the two of you were alone now, however, where the masks could come off. so when you lean up from your position on the couch a courteous distance away, folding your knees under yourself to reach for his blindfold, he lets it happen. you hear his infinity deactivate, allowing your graceful fingers to tug the black fabric loose with a giggle.

“you can really see through this with those six-eyes of yours, hm?” you hum with intrigue, dangling the eye protection from your thumb and forefinger. he smirks a bit, leaned against the arm of the couch, facing you now with his distracting gaze revealed to you. since his power wasn’t active, his eyes were a deep ocean of mysterious thoughts and emotions, swirling you around and dragging you to the dark bottom. you were lost at sea, his glossy lips pulled back in a grin. he knows you’re staring, and so do you, but he takes the opportunity to stare at you, your eyes just as bewildering to him.

he juts his chin to the blindfold, and reaches for it unceremoniously. you made it easier by sitting like that on the cushion next to him, really. he chuckles, and grabs your chin with a commanding yet gentle cup of his hand, fingers splayed across your jaw.

“sure can, lets me save some energy. i wanna see what you can see through it, yeah?” his smile is predatory, and you’re sure even total blindness would allow you to see that, but you had practically hand-crafted his feral need, succeeding in your mission to push him over the edge. he notices the way the corners of your lips twitch up in anticipation, and it only makes his grin stretch dimples in his cheeks. you nod, and his hands move quickly.

he secures the fabric around your head, and all you can see is pitch black. you reach up to feel the soft cloth, noting the scent of satoru’s lavender and cedarwood shampoo. you hear him chuckle fondly, and then you feel the cushions dip and shift, the presence of satoru gojo’s frame looming large above you, even on your knees. his breath fans across your face, and you can tell he’s still looking at you like a wolf eyes an unsuspecting deer. except he knows you’re no frail doe—no you’re a fellow wolf, playing amongst the rest of them. he can tell by your outfit that you’ve thrown in the towel, surrendering to his advances and finally letting him warp that shallow image of girlish innocence you show everyone else. a skimpy little dress, the fabric no thicker than the one wrapped around your face and definitely not enough to conceal your hardened nipples. he wonders where to start with you—admiring your anxious squirms of anticipation, the way your head is cocked up towards his, awaiting his touch.

he has half the mind to toy with you the way you’ve played with him over the years, but try as he might, he knows you hold all the power. you always have, and this is his only chance to prove that he deserves a promotion. you feel his cool fingers scrape against the skin of your shoulders, sliding the straps of your dress to dangle across your biceps. he hums pleasantly, tugging the front down. you hiss at the brisk air rushing across your chest, feeling your nipples tighten almost painfully so. you can hear the smile in his voice as his hands cup your tits, everything feeling so much more intense with one of your senses taken away from you.

“oh how sad it makes me to know you’ve kept these locked up this long…” he sighs, squeezing the mounds in his hands. he enjoys the way they fill his palms, jiggling so prettily he rewards you by brushing his calloused thumbs over your pebbled buds. he earns a whine from you in response, making him grin devilishly. he figured you were sensitive, even the slightest of touches resulted in the needy jolts of your body. it made his cock jump in his pants, painfully pressing against the zipper. he stares at you, groaning aloud just from the sight of your perky boobs. he doesn’t know if he can make it through this, countless loads have been blown in your honor over the years—he has millions of fantasies and no clue how to keep from cumming in his pants. he leans over, caressing his large hands down your sides as his mouth sucks a taut nipple into his warm mouth. his eyes momentarily flutter shut at the sweet gasp you give him, your hands feebly feeling around for something to hold onto. he guides your hands to his hair, humming against your chest to encourage you in pulling it.

you didn’t need to be told twice, tugging at the silky locks and arching your way deeper in his mouth. he chuckles at you, grazing your cute sensitive skin and letting his hands fall even further. you nod your approval at his new grip, his hands spanning the entire width of your ass. he loves the way the fat feels in his hold, and the way you desperately push yourself forward for more of him has him releasing your tit in favor of sucking a deep bruise in the skin, dick aching at the lewd squeals you make at the feeling of his teeth sinking into your flesh. you slide your hands down his back, huffing your displeasure at feeling his shirt under your fingertips. he chuckles at your neediness, releasing you to take his shirt off. you hear it fall to the floor, and then you feel a weight—satoru’s weight— shift off the couch. his chuckle seems far away, and you realize he’s walking away.

“i figure we’ll need more space, no? i can’t fuck you over the couch like i want, ‘s too low. follow me.” he smirks, leaning against the door of his bedroom down the hallway. even from here, he could see your features screw up in displeasure, and he doesn’t repress the laugh that follows. he knows if he could see those captivating eyes of yours, they’d be ripping him apart. he shoved the coffee table out of your way, making sure you had a straight shot to him, for whatever points that earns him. “just follow the sound of my voice.” he sings.

you huff your frustration, but push yourself off the couch. your dress falls to your waist, the shelf of your curves keeping it from dropping completely. he smirks at the way you swing your hips, stomping towards him with the clear confidence that he wouldn’t allow you to hurt yourself. you’re stopped by the brick wall that is satoru, and he takes your hands. “good girl. do you trust me?”

it was a little late for that, but you nod. he squeezes your hands, dropping them to pull your dress over your hips and into the floor with a woosh. “fuck, you are so beautiful,” he groans, running his hands over the dips of your body, stare locked on your leaking pussy. he smiles at this, he had hardly touched you. “dripping already, baby?” he teases, dropping to his knees to taste you. he just couldn’t help himself, not with your dopey unsuspecting grin and your arousal for him so obviously running down your thighs.

he could do anything he wanted to you, and you’d have no choice but to allow it. you’re lucky he worships you, or he’d leave you in the room by yourself, only coming in to use you as a cocksleeve and leave again, rendering you a sloppy cum-filled mess. maybe another time, you do look sexy in the blindfold after all.

“of course, sato. been waiting for you to make a move for years.” you giggle softly, teasing him still. you know you’ve dangled the promised fruit and taken it away before he had the chance to take a bite. so he does that now, grabbing the thick sides of your thighs to pull them apart. he scrapes his teeth against your plush skin, groaning at the scent of your sopping pussy so close. you gasp softly, back colliding against the wood paneling of his door. he doesn’t give you time to adjust, sliding his tongue through your cute lower lips, sighing contently at the taste of you. he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself past this, never again would he be able to play the perfect gentleman. you stabilize yourself with a grip on his shoulders, the room filled with slurps and moans from a man receiving his own type of pleasure from giving you yours. he grips himself over his pants, willing himself to be strong enough to wait for your sweet cunt. he licks and nibbles on the sensitive bundle hidden by your hood, relishing in how easy it is to make your legs shake around his face. he moans happily, wanting you to know how much he enjoys feasting on your box. you’re clawing at his freckled shoulders, unable to resist mewling and panting, grinding your hips down on his nose as his tongue slips in your hole. it’s the perfect storm, making your legs feel so wobbly you trust only his grip on your dimpled thighs to hold you upright.

“oh wow–gon’ cum soon, sato, can i?” you whimper, hands cupping your chest to try to replicate the sensation his mouth gave you there. he hums his approval, squeezing your thighs so tightly he knows there will be gojo sized handprints there tomorrow. your moan is so sweet when you release on his face, he has to fight cumming in his jeans again. it’s so like him to not give you any recovery time, picking you up over his shoulder and carrying you to the bed.

“apologies for the roughness, sweetheart. just fighting a losing battle here, you have no idea what you do to me.” he growls, laying you over the mattress and turning you to your stomach. he was throwing you around like a ragdoll, dragging you to all fours before you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling. you’re shaking with anticipation, arching your back to make it as easy as possible. your cunt is glistening, making him drool with excitement as he steps out of his pants. his length is pressing through your folds, sliding through your wetness to bump his tip against your clit. you cry out your impatience, to which he chuckles his amusement. “need something, gorgeous?” he pouts on your behalf.

you nod eagerly, reduced to begging as your eyes sting with tears. his cock sliding against you told you he was huge, like you suspected, the strokes of lightning coursing through your body just from his tip nudging your clit was borderline pathetic, you needed more before you lost your mind, already feeling the torture of not being able to see him take you for the first time. “please, fuck, satoru—i need you so bad im gonna start cryin’ soon! pleasepleaseplease–”

he shoves in with a mischievous giggle, another bruising handle made of your hips. your messy cunt sucked him in greedily, satin walls hugging him so tight his mouth dropped open. “fuck, angel, you feel so good—better ‘n i imagined.” he sighs out, his hips flush against the fat of your ass—filling you to the brim. you’re on your tiptoes as he starts to slam into you flat footed, nothing but his own force plowing into your cunt, his curved cock bumping against your womb with every slap of his balls.

you’re a lost cause, your brain scrambled as your fist the covers below you. you wish you could respond with something more than wails of pleasure, but you can’t gather any thoughts to speak of. all you could feel was his dick rearranging your guts, his hands searing their brand on your body. he loves the way you crumble, unable to see and now speak. it makes his cock jump against your spongy need. he knew he couldn’t last much longer, especially at this punishing pace, but it was worth it to see you rendered dumb on his bed, spread wide with your ass rippling on his shaft. it was glorious, the pride he felt in claiming you as his spread warmth through his body, and his release was near.

“gonna make me cum, princess. gonna let me cum in you? make you mine for good, yeah?” he purrs, his hands reaching up to fist your hair so he could get some sort of response from you. he pulls you into a prettier arch, your pliable body too jelly to hold the position yourself. “hm? answer please.”

you do your best to nod, making some strangled sound of approval. you clench down around him, keeping him trapped in you anyway. it sends him reeling, with a high-pitched grunt he paints your walls with his seed, letting himself cover your body with his. he kisses your shoulder blade, the two of you in sync as you heave for breath. you’re smiling softly, and he pulls the blindfold off you to reveal his beaming and sweaty form looking down on you with such fondness your heart and pussy throb. he leans up to give you a proper kiss now, looking absolutely heaven-sent. some of the longer pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead and cheekbones and his lower lip was swollen and red, where he had no doubt been gnawing at it. you kiss him hungrily, and you feel him harden within you again.

“you did so good, baby girl.” he says once he pulls away, grinning at the softness of your kisses. he wanted to spoil you too, praise your body for the pleasure you bring him—now that you’ve finally let yourself be his. “now that was fucking…let me make love to you this time.” he coos, making you both giggle as he turns you to your back for yet another demonstration of his undying love–and insatiable desire.

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azulsluver · 8 months

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Slasher!twst introduction…graphic for those who are sensitive to murder and overall fucked up shit in general.

I do not condone or support this behavior in any way, this is for entertainment purposes and for those who enjoy slasher films (it's where I got inspired off of) and not glorify actual serial killers.

basic tw. murder, human trafficking, abuse of power, clearly unhinged and purposely not good characters, mentions of snuff films, stalking, cannibalism, mentioned beheading.

Note: might come back to add more stuff and fix grammar lolz

Riddle

A doctor who craves to see his patients insides. Riddle finds everyone to be unique, during his years in the medical field he’s seen it all. Unlike most people he’s intrigued on the human body, almost taking the role as a psychiatrist but it’s nice to be up and personal with a corpse.

He wishes to understand every single aspect of the human body and brain, there is so much to learn and see. He’s kept a couple of his patients eyes in his lab, staring back at his favorites in remembrance of their once living memory.

Hot tempered however. Abuses the power that he’s a doctor, someone you should trust in health and well being. It kinda gets him off. Besides that he can’t stand patients who don’t listen, snobby and lack manners when he’s asking questions. An easy killer to avoid, just don’t catch his attention.

Trey

Did you see it coming? The friendly baker who’s pastries taste so good yet different no matter the brand. Trey is great at avoiding conflict, his victims are loners, people who don’t have much of a name. No one would suspect him because Trey made it his duty to befriend the law, clean from their records.

Trey had killed off a classmate that bothered him or snuck their nose in places it shouldn’t be. Resulting his decision to hide the evidence by making it into deserts. Or better, meals prepped for guests he plans on bringing over. When he doesn’t need to use his unique magic he eats it as it is. Human flesh doesn’t taste as bad as media says.

Calm and friendly. Someone you wouldn’t expect. Probably lures his victims by giving false hope, he can help you with anything you need. Seduction if needed, get you to isolate yourself so no one would suspect he was behind it. Another easy killer to avoid, don’t pry into his business.

Cater

Makes snuff films. Pretty popular for his cherry attitude and quirky kills. Got into this kind of stuff in high school, at first he was disturbed, but it grew on him the more his curiosity got the better of him. Becomes more self aware of people’s likes and dislikes, this sick thought that he can harm someone. Kill, someone’s daughter, son, and baby he could kill. With hopes and dreams, he can take it all.

Two-faced, he’s great at pretending, a little too good at being your trendy friend who enjoys giving his fans what they want. And he does exactly that. It was the attention he never thought he’d be addicted to. The praise and vulgar language, amusing.

Victims range from how popular and known you are, or if you really caught his eye and he thinks you can scream just right. His unique magic makes great use, multitasking on being in places he shouldn’t be, getting information and learning his victim’s routines. Those who love dressing cute, may you never cross this man.

Ace

A shitty killer, does it for fun. There’s nothing tragic for him he just thinks breaking the law is great….when he’s not caught, thanks to a little friend of his. Likes the adrenaline of a fight, resistance gets him off badly. Pants like a fucking dog if you’re bitchy, finds it hot when his victim can bite back. Brings him more of a challenge.

Picks up his victims from diners or the bar late at night. He’s got charm, unlike his high school years he’s learned to bite back his tongue and instead seduce his way through in situations. Here to impress, after a couple of failed attempts he’s gotten rid of he knows how to play his cards.

Gotten away with a lot of things. Like Trey he has befriended the law, the more corrupted side. The one that enjoys hurting the innocent, that understand the power trip of accusing and punishing. Deuce is his partner in crime, the two are almost regularly seen together.

Deuce

Genuinely wanted to help those in need. He saw himself as the savior in the story, he’s doing good by getting rid of the bad guys. But it’s starting to get boring. No matter how many times he’s slapped himself with water or stare at the cells. The way some more of his aggressive officers handle their suspect started to irl him. In a way others would deem normal.

Man did he miss the feeling of slamming his fist into another’s, the crunching sound of his knuckles and their jaw was exciting. Like a rush of youth, their cowering expression brings him memories that he didn’t know existed. Who is he to lie to himself that what he’s doing is wrong, it feels right to put criminals back in their place.

Respected by all. No one would bat an eye regarding his past records of violence during his school years. Deuce is a changed man they say, even when he’s with that play boy friend of his. He’s gotten better at controlling his bloodlust, the law honors a great officer like him.

Leona

It’s gotten rather lonely and boring lately. Leona had gone into some shady places to get the things he wanted. He’s no stranger to things such as assassins and human trafficking. That was something he was interested in, you only live once to do something fun. Such as owning a person. He’s a prince, it’s the least they can do to shut their mouth and let him have this moment.

Just as him, his family is corrupted, turning a blind eye to Leona’s hobby in collecting different types of victims to play with before discarding. Too many times did he wash the blood away and under his nails. Ravishing in their cries and last moments before taking it. Maybe it was the hunt he was after, but thinking about it that way reminded him of that hunter. Possible chance of them hunting together for sport.

No law can touch him. Not when hush hush money is being covered. Every eye witness is ordered to be silenced with threats and a wad of cash hovering above. Leona takes great interest in enthusiastic people, they rub him off in a nice way that makes him want to see them squirm.

Ruggie

Works for Leona. When Leona doesn’t find the time to buy his next toy that’s where Ruggie comes in. Ruggie has a good eye for candy that’s either sweet or sour, didn’t matter as long as they’re warm and breathing. Ruggie had dug himself deep into things he shouldn't at a young age, but the money was tempting, food was scarce so often relied on the dead people left behind after harvesting their organs.

Leona often gives him a treat for a job well done, getting rid of witnesses or naughty toys. Hyenas have teeth that can easily chew through bone, he's basically a garbage disposal for him. Not that he minds. In fact he loves the lifestyle he has at the moment.

This can go multiple ways, Ruggie is either Leona's personal assassin/helper or a cannibal by heart. But he prefers to work in the crowd, working all alone can have it's flaws, no better way than to have easy access. It's simple, when Leona is happy so is he.

Jack

Some sort of vigilant. Unlike the rest, he beats himself up for not controlling his emotions better. His more animalistic side gets the better of him when he sees the weak get pushed around. Multiple times has he actually tried to stop and get help, but his brain mushes and stretches each time he's seen something dead, unmoving, bloodied and crying in front of him. As if it was right to hurt them. There's so many people who are bad, he'll do the right thing by getting rid of them one by one.

This doesn't go as planned, he's built up some degree of blood lust, a need to excuse his behavior. Slowly getting into denial that what he's doing is ok, as long as no one knows. From killing off bad people to taking in those he deemed interesting. It was normal he said, a wolf needed to protect the weak. Whether they want it or not.

Jack isn't dumb but his victims are usually scared shitless to reason with him. But with a more collected person they can try talking it out with him. Jack however can get possessive because said victim has a point. You understand Jack, you helped him with all the burden and worry. He can't let you leave now tho...

Azul

Everything Azul had was all built up from scratch. He's made some unpleasant decisions to get to where he is now. High off of power and greed he cared little. His morals stripped the second he shakes hand with governments officials. They pay large sums to trade, buy, and sell things for the sake of their country. Organs play a great game into his empire, with the help of the twins social net work he was able to be top dog. Yet up in the surface he's nothing but a gentleman.

Azul gets his hands dirty by obtaining illegal substance and trafficking. Getting himself into these types of business opened his eyes to a whole new world, people are willing to do anything to survive, it's horrible and harsh. But it's starting to grow on him.

He's built connections with corrupted officials for the sake of enjoyment, it's nothing but fun for his customers. He's all too happy to supply them with things that'll keep them satisfied. All of this influenced him to have a cute thing of his own. Wouldn't it show just how much power he has?

Jade and Floyd

They work for Azul, he's just full of surprises! Jade and Floyd are kept busy with doing Azul's dirty work, relieving in targeting their newest victim so they can be sold off. Or knocking at a mans doorstep because he didn't pay Azul back on time. It's a sense of rush, the urge to harm and cause chaos among the innocent. Their job is to keep tabs on clients for any potential scammers, snatching people off the street in the middle of the night, sort of like the mafia but worse.

There is a low chance in encountering them or becoming their victim because of connections to their business. Alter egos, well associated with celebrities or people in power. And they're mostly seen with Azul as body guards, the ones actually doing the more "dirty work" for him. Discarding bodies or simply eating them to quickly get the job done.

Jade is interested in keeping something for the sake of experimenting or true relations. Floyd often have quick hook ups with people he finds interesting before getting bored again. Horrible and cruel with their things, none yet to survive, their parents have yet to complain in need of grandchildren and to further expand family business.

Kalim

Has some type of connection with Azul. Not much besides the trafficking. Something much more sinister under all those smiles, either because of his position or he's great and should do theater is the reason he faces no consequences. Family like the Leech are similar when it comes to traditions, keeping those in power satisfied with twisted and inhumane products. Kalim is probably desensitized, because at a young age it was taught to be normal to traffic those paid high enough. No longer seen as human.

Still very kind to others however, just much more aware and less dense when it comes to more darker subjects. Doesn't get his hands dirty, controls what route or person is taken in, receipts and what not. No hard feelings, maybe just don't be poor/jk

Encountering him is hard, must be related through connections or snooping too much. Like Leona, had many playthings in the past almost like a harem of those who passed his test. Nothing but sweet to his victims because he believes they get to experience pleasure before dying.

Jamil

Plays the same role in canon, Kalim's bodyguard/servant. In this AU he has not yet to envy Kalim as they set foot in the same page. Instead understanding each other through words and acts of loyalty. Has killed at a young age in order to protect Kalim, finds it his purpose to enjoy life while he has the chance. Disturbingly enjoys his job because he has an urge for bloodlust, possible sociopath. Helps get rid of unwanted enemies that are after Kalim in revenge.

Taunts his victims a lot, usually uncaring unlike Kalim. Innocent or not he's ruthless when it comes to disposing of them, gives him a sense of adrenaline in hurting those who did no wrong. Power abusing his status and strength for the fun of it. When not protecting Kalim he goes on his way to meet potential clients who wish to buy someone off or have them killed.

Stalks his victims and always a step ahead, interestingly enough if he finds them intriguing he might just keep them alive for a while. It's nice getting to know someone unwillingly before taking their lives, the thought of their future and life in his hands irks him to continue. Until he gets attached.

Vil

A killer who nobody would suspect as well. Vil is a famous and well known celebrity, who knew his hobby was stalking some more attractive fans and committing unspeakable crimes. Started this hobby in high school. Was somewhat detached as a child as he used to kill small rodents and was home schooled by private and strict teachers. As an actor he does an amazing job in not getting suspected of things people wouldn't think he had the guts to do.

With his magic in going undercover the paparazzi have trouble finding him, they're exhausting so he takes out his frustrations by eyeing pretty things that either adore him or unsuspecting. His reasons are fueled with envy towards those who are kind and considerate, a nobody that catches his eye. So he starts going for both.

Money can do a lot to satisfy his killing spree taking those he favorites and keep their bodies somewhere in one of his penthouses. In a room hidden underground, their body is plastered in a way he'd call art, hanging on the ceiling or kept in glass containers.

Rook

Family tradition to take unsuspecting hikers or foreigners as a sport. Instead of hunting for animals they hunt for people. Once a year the Hunt family meet up with their victims to set them free in whichever area was picked to search for them later on. A game of cat in mouse and usually Rook beats his siblings to these types of games. Can get very attached to his victims, finds every one of them beautiful when alive and dead.

He lives rather far from the city, having to move place to place because of his family's games. This gives him more opportunities to meet new people and find potential victims. Like any hunter, he's sharp and gets straight to the point, police have trouble finding the killer that's been abducting random hikers.

Pretty basic to encounter, because he spends most of his times living in the middle of the woods far away from civilization. I've seen the trend of Rook being a slasher like ghostface and I'm here for it, this is just my take on him in this au, much more darker.

Epel

The type of slasher to get away with everything because of pretty privilege. In this au Epel willingly cross dresses to trick his victims. Bias he was inspired to become a slasher because of movies. What exactly spiraled him to get into these type of things was for the sake of petty revenge. Tired of being seen as weak and fragile, he finds it amusing to see the confused and terrified look on their face when he's revealed to be their misfortune.

He gets really into his hobby, deceiving men who assumed he was a girl and easily befriending their families in case fingers were pointed at him. In fact Epel actually has several identities regarding cross dressing. He doesn't stay very long in places and tends to move when he can.

Victims? Majority are men he dislikes when first meeting. It's rare of him to go after girls, at times he will correct them if they misgender him or he plays along. Meaning putting up the act of a girl best friend. This usually happens if he's interested.

Idia and Ortho

Corrupted during his childhood. Had access to the internet and parents just weren't watching what he was looking at. Idia has seen it all, with the murders, snuff films, and inappropriate ads. It stuck with Idia through adult hood, all his years he's lived in guilt and fear, he's more unstable and lets his thoughts get the better of him. And Ortho makes it worse. It's unsure if Idia is seeing Ortho and hallucinating his voice, he blames that he's the source for all of his killings. All of the failed experiment and loved ones that "passed" away.

Ortho is dead in this au, Idia just can't accept that. But this forms him into who he is now, his family cover up whatever shit he's done, in fact they encourage Idia to do what he must if it made him happy. I wouldn't say they are shitty, because they know exactly what they're doing.

Idia had grown an obsession with trying to revive the dead, or make humans stay longer, he already failed with Ortho and is willing to spare more lives for the sake of science. His victims are people he met online, trollers or crushes to be exact.

Malleus

Malleus is a powerful fae who is influenced by his status, with that power comes a tendency for arrogance and a sense of being above the rules and law. This can be seen in his treatment of others in his kingdom, but it's (not) safe to say he prefers to go after humans instead. it could certainly lead to a sense of entitlement and a lack of regard for the lives of others. Additionally, he is a very passionate character who can easily become consumed by his emotions, and if those emotions are negative, it can lead to a desire for revenge or a need to assert his power and authority through violent means.

After years of being neglected only anger was left, he doesn't see people around him as equal rather than pawns. It's due to jealousy does he tend to lash out on those who either wronged him, throwing fits and tantrums when things don't go his way. Malleus has a glimpse of a child-like behavior when consumed by these emotions, having to replace one too many maids when crossed his paths.

He may be attracted to targets that are also powerful or notable in some way. This could include powerful magic users, royalty, or prominent figures within the magical community. Alternatively, he may also target those who have wronged him in some way, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Lilia

war veteran that craves the glory and violence when it came to the human and fae war. He’s not like crazy sadistic or anything but killing when “necessary.” Which is a bad excuse because he doesn’t feel bad when harming bystanders that accidentally trip their way into his business. Also being a war veteran he’s highly respected so no one is on his ass when suspecting.

I’d say he’d miss the way skin goes under his nails, having a life in your hands is exhilarating to say the least. It’s almost comforting to him because of how harsh his days were back then. Headcanon that Lilia fought in war at a very young age, traumatic yet he’s addicted to the very thing that harms him. It’s unhealthy but I think he’s in a position to not care, being highly respected of his status is a free way ticket.

Silver

Not a slasher. A poor unexpecting citizen who’s friends with psychos. Silver is kind of a victim in this AU…? Sometimes Silver finds things he should’ve left behind, but in the goodness of his heart he seeks out the problem of his “friends” disappearance. Because of this Lilia regularly has to keep up with Silver so he doesn’t make those mistakes again. Using magic to reduce his memory of the night he saw a woman get beheaded, his son too kind for this world.

But he can be your friend in here!!! Befriending Silver is almost like a golden token, less likely to be victim depending on who’s eye you’ve caught. Some won’t care if you’re under his protection and Lilia’s. Silver could get attached to you tho, causing him to get unpleasant thoughts of wanting to keep you safe, even by force.

Slasher of a making? Lilia would find this an opportunity to fill his head with scenarios and create a false impression of his doings. He’s right to keep you, it’s for your own good and everyone around him keeps leaving. You’re all he has left.

Sebek

By slasher I mean background character lmaoo. As usual, works with Malleus as his personal guard. You could’ve been so many things to get in a situation with Sebek/Malleus, having been bought or maybe a friend of Malleus that he grows to resent. Sebek knows better then to let anger get the best of him, having blood on his hands are a normal occurrence especially when assassins tend to come left and right. So he’s always alert and very distanced when it comes to forming a relationship.

Some sort of executer, gets rid of any evidence from either within the castle or a good hunt. Much more connected to his animalistic urges but can easily overcome them. Anything grotesque sets him off to harm those around him. His hunger for any sort of flesh is unmatched, worse than any other beastfolk as he consumes it raw and alive.

Sebek would be the last person you’ll ever meet because encountering him is very very random. He’s a busy person who is barely seen in public unless it’s for important events that includes Malleus being there.

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ozzgin · 8 months

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Hai, sweecheeks thanks for accept my request, i'm so really Grateful for that 💋. If you don't mind, do you accept my request again regarding Inuyasha and Sesshomaru.With a beautiful butterfly demon, and sexy but has a fox-like demeanor, she is very elegant and has never been attracted to shika no tama. She just wants to live a quiet life.The beautiful butterfly demon is the girlfriend of Inuyasha and Sesshomaru. (separate) .

I always love you and your blog my dear, sorry I always disturb your time❤️🌹

Hi and no worries! How very unexpected, it‘s my first time writing anything Inuyasha related so I‘m both nervous and excited haha. Let‘s see how this goes.

Inuyasha Characters x Butterfly Demon! Reader Headcanons

Featuring Inuyasha, Sesshomaru and a stunning demon reader.

Inuyasha

“Eh?” Followed by a prolonged pause and confused blinking. That’s the reaction you always get when people learn you’re Inuyasha’s girlfriend. You’re always amused by it and clap your hands in delight, especially because you get to see Inuyasha’s response to it. “What’s so shocking about it?!” He barks, appalled. To everyone’s defense, it is rather unusual to see a demon of such elegance and charm followed closely by a half-human, unrefined mutt.

But you can’t get enough of his antics. He’s raw and unfiltered. He wears his heart on his sleeve and even when he tries to deny his feelings, you can read him like an open book. Most demons are prideful and scheming as you’ve learned in your very long life, but Inuyasha appeared to you like a breath of fresh air and you’re grateful to see someone with a humane side to them. Humans have always fascinated you and Inuyasha is now your source of never ending curiosity.

Inuyasha, on the other hand, took some time to get used to you. You’re stunningly beautiful yet sly like a fox and he was very suspicious of your intentions in the beginning. Always with a smile on your face, he could never tell what you’re thinking. Your graceful display of power would also remind him of Sesshomaru and therefore his inability to compare, given his human side, so he’d quietly retreat into insecure annoyance. He was running an imaginary race for power, until he’d come to the realization that you were never part of it in the first place. You yearn for peace and quiet, completely uninterested in this competition of strength.

In a way, you both complete each other. Inuyasha has helped you uncover an intricate spectrum of emotions that might’ve remained dormant had you not encountered him. And you’ve allowed him to find a sense of peace. In the tumultuous search for the Sacred Jewel, you’ve taught him that sometimes it’s okay to just enjoy life as it is. His desire for power has slowly been replaced by his blooming love for you.

Your guilty pleasure is teasing him relentlessly. You can easily tell just how attractive he finds you and how embarrassed it makes him. So every now and then you’ll ambush him with flirty innuendos and watch him squirm, frustrated and red-faced, while you tilt your head in innocent confusion. You find his genuineness adorable.

Sesshomaru

While Sesshomaru has grown to be more accepting of humans, he can’t help but feel a certain sense of pride about having a partner of your prestige. You’re both powerful demons and your union has only further spread your envying reputation. It feels almost natural that the two of you ended up together.

It was actually you that softened his views towards humans. He found your interest in the feeble creatures to be downright ridiculous and borderline foolish. Why should you, a vastly superior demon, concern yourself with such pitiful matters? Yet this is what intrigued him most about you. You don’t seem to think like other demons and your behavior and actions are often times unpredictable to him. There’s a mysterious twist to your cunning smile and he’s surprisingly eager to decipher it.

Jaken likes to boast his gratitude for you. Ever since you’ve joined them on their travels, Lord Sesshomaru seems to frown less, and Jaken himself has gained a conversation partner that’s not threateningly taciturn and might punish him at any moment. Rin often marvels at your beauty and charisma and wishes she could grow up to be like you. Just like Jaken, she’s thankful you’ve helped Sesshomaru leave some of his hate behind. His eyes hold less malice, and when rested upon your figure there’s a glint of adoration that can be discerned.

Similar to you, Sesshomaru is entirely indifferent to the Sacred Jewel. He’s confident in his strength and abilities and has no need for external aid. Once this entire mess involving Naraku is over, he might even be tempted to give in to your dream of a peaceful, quiet life. He could use some rest, especially if it’s in your company.

Sesshomaru is very reserved in displaying his emotions, though he can be overly affectionate after brief encounters with other males. Your looks are enough to turn anyone’s head and while he is certain you wouldn’t leave him for anything less, he can’t help the faint jealousy that wells up in his chest. He’d rather let it be known who you belong to. You like his possessiveness, but might occasionally tease him by saying that one simply cannot cage a butterfly. It will rest on your shoulder out of its own volition.

#inuyahsa #inuyasha x reader #sesshomaru #sesshoumaru x reader

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asgirlblog · 1 month

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You’re Out Boy-scout. Part-1

Backstory: It’s your first year at Oxford, you’re one year below Felix and Oliver, who have already been friends for a while now. You struggle finding your footing as one of the few Americans there, but eventually figure it out. On your first day, like many other girls, Felix immediately caught your eye, but what happens when you catch his as-well?

Felix Catton x female reader 🎀

No warnings for this part except for language if that counts.

As you roll your suitcase along the rough pavement beneath you, you take in all of the Oxford scenery. A sense of joy and excitement flows through you as you think of the fresh start that is to come. Walking through the gate you momentarily stop to look for any sign that may point you in the direction of your dorm. That’s when you see him. Towering over everyone around him, except for who seemed to be the only other American you spotted so far. Deep brunette shaggy hair, just barely reaching the bottom of his neck. Heart stopping brown eyes that seemed to almost radiate warmth. Thick eyebrows with a silver piercing that shone in the sun. You find yourself starring at sharp and chiseled figure. Starring, and starring. He was gorgeous, everything you had imagined in your dream man brought to life. You’re eyes begin to feel dry when you quickly blink and look away as he looks in your direction. You pull out a map and you pretend that it was what you were going to do all along. You feel his gaze, looking you up and down. A warm sensation stings your skin. You scramble around the pages as if you actually know what you’re looking for, when he quickly strides in your direction. Almost creating a breeze with his long legs. You continue looking down like you don’t even see him. “Do you need help finding somewhere?” he asks with a bit of intrigue in his eyes and voice.

You hesitantly look up and lock eyes with him. Kind and inviting. “Um.. yes actually, I do. Thank you.” you say with a small smile. His eyes widen. “You’re American?” he grins. “No, I’m Australian.” you joke. It was a lot funnier in your head, but he lets out a soft laugh nonetheless. “So where are you trying to find?”. You close your map and brush your white flowy skirt. You explain to him how you’re trying to find your dorm, and about how you were under the impression that someone would be here to escort you. “Well, I guess that’s my job now. Wasn’t busy anyhow.” Felix takes your bag and leads you toward the direction of the dorms. You look back to the place where Felix was standing to see a short blue eyed man and a taller curly haired man. They didn’t look pleased to see you walk away with Felix either. Felix notices the looks that you guys exchange. “Oh, that’s my cousin Farleigh, and my bud Oliver by the way.” You slightly grin.

The two of you walk for nearly 2 minutes when he stops. “I’m sorry, I haven’t asked your name. Fuck how rude of me.” You tell him your name and you see the side of his mouth just barely curl up. “Nice to meet you, I’m Felix. Catton” He extends his hand towards you and his large hand grips yours. “You as well.” you say and laugh. You keep walking but can’t help yourself from thinking about how his touch felt, even if it was just a handshake. You two stop in front of a tall brick building with bikes parked out front. “Well would you look at that, I’m just across the way.” He points towards his building. “Looks like we’ll be seeing each other often.” He smirks at you. You look up at him and say “Guess so.” You go to grab your bag from him. “I’ve got it.” he says. “No really, it’s ok.” you insist. He lets go. “Well if you need anything else..” he gestures towards your phone. You hand it to him and he types in his number. As he glances up at you he has a sincere yet charming look and places it back in your hands. “Thank you, you’ve been a lot of help.” You say as you beam up at him. “No problem, maybe I can show you around sometime soon if my schedules not too full with all the partying I do, y’know.” He says sarcastically. You giggle and nod your head. He pivots on his foot and trails of back in the other direction. You grab your bag and see the blue wool sweater out the corner of your eye turn towards you and wave before he continues on. You smile at him, and then to yourself for a little too long. He was kind, but you still struggled to fathom that he had even approached you to begin with. Seems a little to good to be true you think to yourself. As you press the button to the elevator your mind floods with all the possibilities of what could happen this year. You step in to the empty elevator, and close your eyes, you meet Felix’s face again. You’ve only spoken to him once and he’s already consumed your mind, he tends to have that effect on people. This is going to be a long semester.

My first time writing so let me know what you think! Not sure how many parts yet but I’ll try and get the next one out soon.

#felix catton #felix catton x reader #jacob elordi #felix catton x you #felix catton x fem! reader #saltburn

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asirensrage · 5 months

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Not His Fault - Gojo Satoru Oneshot

Title: Not His Fault

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Unnamed/Undescribed Female OC

Word Count: ~2100

Warnings: Sex. Possessive!Obsessed!Gojo. Edging. Overstimulation. Unprotected sex. Mention of OC taking drugs for seeing curses.

Summary: The only thing he can do is convince her that she needs him. So he does.

Notes: Unbeta-d. Written within two days and barely edited if I'm honest. This started with me talking about obsessed!Gojo to @renhoeku and I started writing out the idea I was playing with. Then I started writing smut because of that post about having ppl read it and keeping a straight face around family during Thanksgiving. In the end, I tried to connect them. I hope it worked. Please tell me if you enjoy it. Thanks!

It’s not his fault.

Satoru will freely admit when he’s done something he wasn’t supposed to, when he steps out of line. Why wouldn’t he? He has nothing to fear. There’s nothing anyone could do to him. But this? This isn’t his fault. It’s hers.

She doesn’t react like the rest. She never has since the day he stumbled upon her. Even when she finally learned the truth of the things that she saw, that she was able to destroy them with a flick of her fingers and the right determined thought, she still never changed. They told her he was the strongest and yet she looked at him like he was just another person she saw on the street. She answered with a shrug, referenced an anime when she saw him floating and continued on as if it was no different than usual. He doesn’t know if it’s the drugs she used to take when her family thought she was crazy but nothing seems to phase her.

It’s refreshing.

It’s addicting and he can’t help but want to surround her, to see if he can get her to react in a different way.

So it’s not his fault. If she reacted like everyone else, he wouldn’t be here. He wouldn’t be trying to manipulate her into staying with him, at least close to him, so that he could protect her.

Because he needs to protect her. He needs to keep her from falling headfirst into the fate that awaits every sorcerer but him. He needs her…to want him.

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It didn’t start like that.

He was intrigued when he came across her. He didn’t recognize her and she did her best to ignore him, to avoid talking to him or even looking at him. At first, he suspected she knew who he was and was warned by a clan, but it wasn’t that. She had slipped through the cracks, unaware that the curses she could see and destroy actually existed in reality. She had been convinced that she was hallucinating them all…until he persuaded her that they were real. That he was real.

He expected things to change, but they didn’t. She reacted to him the same way she always did and he just…he wanted to keep that. So he didn’t tell anyone. She was safer that way, he thought. Safer on her own, with no one the wiser that she existed.

Until she wasn’t.

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Nearly dying does wonders to draw her closer. He saved her and she was easily swayed to follow with the understanding that it was safer under his protection. Well, the school’s security. Until that proved to not be enough in his eyes.

It was simple to bring her into the fold, but as she charmed his students the same way she enthralled him, something became clear to him. He didn’t want to share her and he refused to lose her the way he lost…others. The only thing he could do was convince her that she needs him.

So he does.

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He digs his fingers into the flesh of her hips, appreciating the way he can see how he’s imprinting himself onto her. He wants everyone to know, to see her and know that she’s his. That she’ll always be his…and he wants to know that his mark is there, even when no one else but him can see it.

Satoru pulls her towards him, lifting her slightly so that she slides faster. He’s been teased long enough, has waited long enough that he buries his face between her legs, eager to taste her. He groans at the sweetness, that slight tang that somehow makes it more irresistible. He feels the way she digs her hand into his hair, how her hips rise to meet his mouth. He’ll devour her like this. He could die between her legs and it will have been worth it. He’s tasted heaven and it only tastes of her.

She tries to pull away as he does his best to break her, to make her cum across his tongue. Her legs squeeze against his ear before she tries to move from the pleasure he knows he’s bringing her. She says it’s too much. It’s not enough.

He hooks his hands around her legs, keeping her still and open. He wants everything from her, even if he has to take it before she realizes she’s willing to offer it to him. Only to him.

He grinds his hips against the mattress, already so fucking hard just from her taste. His spine tingles as he groans against her. He's trying to hold on, but the taste of her on his tongue and the lewd sounds she's making as he attempts to feast on her are pushing his limits. She probably doesn't even realize how much she's affecting him. She never does. It just makes him want her more.

Her orgasm hits her hard and she shudders against him, keening when he doesn’t stop. How can he? She’s given him this much, she can give another. He wants her begging. He wants to ruin her, to burn the knowledge into her that he’s the only one who can take care of her like this. He’s the only one worthy to.

When he finally pulls away, moving to rest between her thighs as he licks his lips and wipes his mouth, he looks at her. Being above her gives him the best view, especially of the tears in her eyes that have built up from the overstimulation.

He grins at her before leaning down and swiping at one that falls with his tongue. She reaches up, pressing a hand against his chest. He pulls back enough to meet her eyes again.

She’s trembling, still trying to catch her breath from his attempts to steal it. She looks almost hesitant to meet his eyes but he kisses her softly. Again and again. Until he pulls back and brushes away another one of her tears with his thumb.

“Shhh,” he murmurs. “I got you, sweet thing.” He kisses her again, relishing the way she kisses back. “Told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” He doesn’t wait for her response. “Let me feel you.”

“Please, ‘toru.”

He groans at the sound of his name on her lips. “Anything,” he murmurs back. He means it too. He’ll give her whatever she asks for if it means she’ll stay by his side. It doesn’t take much to slip into her. She’s wet and warm, moaning and digging her nails into his skin as if she’s trying to mark him the way that he’s marked her. He’d let her leave scars if she could.

Satoru buries his face in her neck, breathing her in as he tries to maintain control. Despite how long he spent getting her ready, she’s still so fucking tight.

She brings one of her legs around his waist, as though she’s trying to get him closer. He swears to himself before he finds a position. She's so good to him. Even when she was so unsure in the beginning. He'll be just as good back. He swears it.

He holds himself above her, eyes on her face so he can see every expression she makes. He tries to burn the memory of the way her eyes close and her mouth falls open into his mind. He wants to be able to remember every sound she makes as he thrusts into her.

He leaves open-mouthed kisses on any bit of her skin that he can reach and hooks one of her legs over his arm, pressing it higher so he can get in deeper.

“Come on,” he tells her. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please–” She begs him for more.

He kisses her hard, pleased at the way she pleads. He tells her how good she is for him. “Made just for me, aren’t you?”

She cries out in response as he shifts the angle slightly. He wants to make her scream. He murmurs promises until they fade because all he can focus on is how good she feels around him and how much more he wants.

But then she says, voice broken as she clings to him, “‘toru, don’t...don't stop.”

Well, how could he resist?

“Tell me you’re mine.” He demands but it almost sounds like he’s begging her this time. He just wants to hear it. He wants to brand himself into her the same way he feels she’s burned into him. “Tell me.” He quickens his pace, fingers digging bruises into her skin as he holds her in position, bringing her back to him over and over.

It doesn’t take long for her to reach her peak and he nearly gives in when he feels the way she clenches around him as she cums. “Fuck...” he groans, trying to breathe so he doesn’t break like this. It’s too soon. He wants this to last, wants to show how much he can make this worth her while.

She’s coming down from her high and he’s trying to hold on to his when he hears her. “Promise?”

He pauses, catching his breath before looking down at her. “Promise what?” He grins as he asks, trying not to show how desperate he feels to know what she wants.

She looks away and he can’t help but think how fucking cute she looks like this. Sweaty and dishevelled, her eyes glossy with pleasure. He might have to kill anyone who’s ever seen her like this. He knows no one else will. Not anymore. He kisses her softly, before placing quick kisses against her cheek. “Come on, princess,” he teases. His breath nearly stops in his chest at the way she looks up at him.

“Promise you’ll take care of me?”

He kisses her hard. “I swear. Any way you want.”

“You better pull out.”

He laughs at that because she looks as unimpressed as usual when she says it. He won’t tell her that he wasn’t planning to, that he wants to keep her close however he can. He needs her stronger first before that, even if he knows he could protect them both. “I will.”

He kisses her, enjoying the way she returns it before he starts to move again. It’s easy to fall into a rhythm that has her clutching his shoulders, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck. The room fills with the sounds of their movement, with his grunts as he builds up the tension again, her moans as he moves her leg closer to her chest so he can get deeper.

He feels the way she shudders against him, crying out as he tries to bring her to another orgasm. Tears are building up in her eyes again.

“I can’t!”

“One more, baby. One more.”

She pushes at his chest with one of her hands. A feeble attempt to get him to slow down, but he knows she can take it. He grabs her hand and pins it above her head, pressing closer. Sparks shoot down his spine and he takes the moment to grind his hips into hers. He couldn’t be closer if he tried but it almost feels like it’s not enough.

She rakes her nails down his back, mouth falling open as she keens at the feeling. He breaks.

He’s almost not fast enough to pull out, but he swore he would. With a rush of heat, he cums across her stomach and while she looks beautiful marked like that, there’s a part of him that knows it would have felt better inside. It’s fine. It’s not like this is going to be the only time. They’ve already promised each other, whether or not she realizes it.

Her eyes are clenched tight and despite the fact he’s spent, he knows she’s still clutching at nothing and so fucking close. He kisses her, lowering her leg carefully before using the hand of the arm that was holding her leg to press against her clit. He wants to see her expression when she cums. Wants to hear her again.

She looks surprised when she feels his fingers but it quickly fades as he builds her back up. She clutches at his hand and he moves to take one of her breasts into his mouth. She’s beautiful and soft and fucking perfect. Especially when she arches up into him as she reaches her peak.

He takes his hand away, licks it clean of her, and moves until he’s lying next to her. He could stare at her all day but he pulls her into his chest. She’s still coming down from her release and they’re both covered in sweat and cum, but he wants her close. He wants to feel her pressed against him, where she belongs.

She curls up into him, head resting on his chest. He can feel her breath against his skin. If he wasn’t so hot, he’d shiver at the sensation. He feels scrubbed raw, bare in the best way with her.

Her breathing evens out as she falls asleep on him. He grins to himself. He wore her down, just like he promised he would. He brushes his fingers against her cheek. He hasn’t allowed himself to get this close with anyone since…but now? Now that he’s let her in, that he’s claimed her, he can’t regret it. He won’t let her either. The two of them belong to each other. If he has to remind her of that when she wakes up, he will. She’ll learn.

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tomanyhusbandz · 25 days

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His Girl

18+ no minors

David x Black fem reader

Summary: David McCall spots you one day at the mall with your friends and find you the most intriguing. sneaking in your room, one night your father lectures you through the door, and David’s possessiveness kicks in, and he decides to stake his claim on you while your father speaks on the opposite side of the door.

Author’s note: yall know the drill straight off the top (of my head)

Black fem reader,smut ish, possessiveness,kissing,biting,smoking

Mini flashback

You had not to long ago moved to this VERY suburban neighborhood with your mother and father who where both big shot lawyers and it was really awkward for you and your parents but you figured since they had so much money it shouldn’t be a problem to blend in. You had made a couple a friends on your first day at the new neighborhood school shockingly everyone was trying to get a piece of but you’d just roll your eyes and go on about your day not wanting to be anyone’s token black friend, despite that you met Nicole and Lora and they seemed pretty chill then one day you three where out and about at the mall when you notice a group of guys. They looked sketchy too sketchy for yours and Nicole’s liking but Lora was a free spirit you where fiddling with your nails when you noticed the silent one staring at you like his undressing you with his eyes.

He smiled with his eyes mysteriously watching your every movement down from your Mocha brown skin,Chanel pumps and frilly socks to your short black plaid skirt showing just a peek of your bow tattoos behind your thighs and that oh so neatly short button up white dress shirt you tied at the bottom making your curves teasingly entice anyone you walk past. You were like a siren you already had him hooked and he didn’t even know your name yet it made his breath catch and his heart flutter just from you rolling your eyes at him.

“Lora come on les go .. before I slip over this one’s drool” you say pointing over at him with your thumb making Nicole laugh covering her mouth one thing about you is your very out spoken something Lora couldn’t top you in

“So it’s like dat .. I can’t admire your beauty without you insulting me I’m wounded baby” The sexy stranger says with a million dollar smile on his face making you mentally bite your lip he was the hottest white boy you’ve seen in this town with a Jersey accent to top it off, doesn’t mean you ain’t gonna play hard to get

“Don’t call me baby i ain’t no body’s baby you have to earn this .. your cute though ciao !” You say linking arms with Nicole and Laura making sure to swing your hips as you walk away

“Ha! Well I’m David what’s your name!” he says shouting biting his lip as he follows running he catches up silently behind you his eyes watching your hips like a cat clock

“Y/n and that’s all your getting” you say laughing at his sudden per suite of getting anything he can from you

“Oh my gosh hooked already and she hasn’t gave you anything” Laura says a bit annoyed but humored as you all finally make it to your Ferrari which you let Nicole drive because you’ve seen Laura drive and it wasn’t the best

David silently watches you all climb in before quickly grabbing your hand and helping you climb over the seats watching you sit you look up at him and his grin with a sudden charm, a dangerous charm like he was hiding a bit of malice behind it but you shook the feeling as soon as he leaned both arms on the car supporting his chin he laid on top of them.

“So you gonna let me take you out .. or I gotta beg” he says his eyes low lidded and dark something about that you liked made your chest burn from the inside

“Mhmm I don’t know as much as I’d like to see you on yo knees I’d rather not .. but yeah you can take me out” you say biting your bottom lip the car revving up in the background you both ignore that signal from your friends you grab your receipt and write your address down and number handing it to him

“Good I’ll see youuu tonight ? but before you go you gotta give me something” he says in a whisper you both close to each other’s lips your French tip nail tracing his lips

“Do I ?” You say leaning closer to kiss him then the car slowly pulls off and the girls cackle along with you as you blow him a kiss

You watch from the back seat of the low top rrari he stands in the parking lot smirking as if he won the game you to just played you knew he was going to be trouble but you didn’t mind it, it was more fun for you that way you couldn’t piss your parents off anymore than you have.

Mini Flashback over

Ever since then you to had been inseparable where ever he went is where you went and same went for you. But sometime you needed space and that’s when David’s controlling side came out and he wanted to argue or try and manipulate you and make you feel bad about going out without him but he gave up on that when he realized you were going to do what you wanted anyway. No matter what he did you wouldn’t leave him even when your parents disagreed about him you kept seeing him and when they grounded you, you snuck out or he snuck in you where down for him and he was down bad for you.

Currently you where both in your room after you where grounded for the six time for joy riding in your dads new bentley with David and his friends your parents think his a bad influence on you but you didn’t care. Music played silently in the background as you blew smoke from your mouth and into David’s while you straddle him he laid under you examining your face, you scored some weed from his friend for free so you both were just silently mellowing out in your room while David rubbed his rough hands along your soft semi naked thighs fingertips sneaking under your pajama shorts, This was promptly his fifth night sneaking in and you were sure your dad knew but you didn’t care.

“What ? .. you starin at me” you said smiling while the blunt hangs from your lips slapping his muscular chest his yankee cap backwards on your head

“Nothing you just look good on top of me” he says biting his lip and slapping your butt then taking the blunt from your lips

You giggle at his response before he could put the blunt to his lips you lean down and kiss his lips. He kissed you back possessive wrapping his hands in your hair tightly making you wince a little but shiver at the same time before he released you and took a hit then blew it out.

“So Lora has these too friends that wanna buy from you or maybe get it for free buttt they say they don’t like yo creepy rockstar friend” you say trying to slide off of him but he presses your thighs down so you can’t move keeping you in place with one hand

“Well then they don’t need a buy form me .. besides you the only one getting anything for free cause you mine “ he says in a growl almost intimidating you but making you excited at the same time

Before you could answer him you hear footsteps outside the door sounding like expensive dress shoes which only meant it was your dad again coming to lecture you about making good choices and dropping David.

“Are you smoking in there ?” He says frowning from the other side of the door that smell was familiar to him it reminded him of back when he was a teen the same reason he didn’t want you around David because of the stupid things he did

“NO! Daddy please not tonight i get it okay” you say rolling your eyes you look down at David who sits up on his elbows whispering for you to come closer which you couldn’t say no to he got a kick out of asserting dominance on you

“ Don’t get smart with me .. im just hear to tell you im sorry i just want what’s best for you” he says taking a deep sigh laying his forehead on the door in frustration

“Mhm ..” you say throwing your head back as David nibbles on your neck licking over the purple mark he left from earlier now sitting all the way up with you still in his lap he hold your waist making you grind against him

“And so does your mother we don’t want you knocked up and throwing away your future for some psycho your my little girl i just don’t wanna see you hurt ” he says sounding as if his waiting for your response not being able to hear much over your music playing in the background

“Mmh Dav … stop his right on the other side of the door” but he didn’t stop David’s hate fire was fueled by your fathers hateful words towards him he was right, David was a sick but he was sick for you and you for him, he knew you where down for whatever he asked you to do even if it meant pissing your parents off.

“Mh so .. I hope he hears us just so he knows’’ he says slipping his thumbs into the sides of your shorts bringing them under your butt revealing your satin panties, as he watched your eyes shut from his rough yet soft nibbling on your skin, your back arched over the edge of your bed a little

“ k-knows what” you say out of breath for his overstimulating bites and groping

The bed creaking from his slipping you off his lap and taking off his pants revealing his toned legs then he slips off his jersey showing his toned abdomen and wide shoulders. he turns around and bites his lip at you as he watches you from the bed, lean back on your elbows with your legs wide open and your shorts fully removed and just your panties on. Something his always imagined seeing you in he had just been playing nice since the first day you met the little cat and mouse game you would like to play, and he wanted to wait until you were ready but he could tell by that love drunk look on your face you wanted nothing but him.

“What’s that noise in there … is someone there and you’re lying to me again y/n!!” Your dad shouts from the outside turning the handle but it wouldn’t turn David smirked again and went over to you standing between your legs you lay back and slide your hand down his toned chest while yanking at his boxers eagerly.

“ That your my girl .. “he says watching your hands yank at his boxers pulling them all the way down as your dad hollers banging on the door in the background making David’s revenge all the more sweeter

#imagine #fear 1996 #mark wahlberg #90s #imagines #x reader #90s boys imagines #90s boys #black reader #black fem reader

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vrabbiit · 10 months

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i am intrigued by your human au (probably bc i read too much band fanfiction as a wee one lmao) can i please get some hcs for this au freddy x reader?

anon i was literally waiting for someone to ask this exact question;

In most situations, it'd probably be weird and a little sketchy for the lead singer of a band to end up dating their manager. However, you've been there since the very beginning - you're practically one of the group yourself, being close friends with the band before they were, well, a band. You're a fixture in their lives, by extension the lives of the rapidly growing fanbase for the Glamrocks.

You've also had a teeny, tiny, actually quite embarrassing and huge crush on Freddy for almost that entire time. One that everyone except for the guy himself seems to be aware of (and you are growing tired of the nudges and eyebrow raises from his bandmates). There is no way in your mind that ever, in a hundred years, does he see you as anything other than a friend and colleague.

You are convinced, in fact, that the fact you and Freddy constantly end up partnered or stuck together is a coincidence. You’re sitting next to him because he’s the only one with a free seat by him, that’s all! He’s constantly checking in on you because he’s a good friend, and just that! That time you ended up having to share a room and bed on tour was just a crazy situation, and it totally meant nothing to him!

Yeah, you’re a little dense when it comes to the signs.

There is an embarrassingly long time spent pining, not entirely helped by the increasing number of fans. You can’t help but be a little jealous at the attention he gets - he’s a charming, attractive frontman for a band that’s quickly going viral, so you should expect it but it still feels bitter - but you remain utterly unaware that he only has eyes for you.

Whether it takes a grand gesture from him or the rest of the band all but locking you in a room together is yet to be seen, but the tension is almost unbearable.

#human glamrocks au #i will come up with a better tag later i swear #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #security breach #fnaf #security breach x reader #glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy x reader

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Meddling, Menswear, and Magic - by @writcraft

Harry/Draco (2022, Mature, 18.7k)

Draco Malfoy is working in a job he hates and avoiding the magical world entirely, but he really is fine. When a bequest from Severus Snape brings Draco back to a much-changed magical world, he must find his place within it and navigate his growing attraction to Harry Potter in the process.

“Being unhappy seems like a good enough reason,” Harry says.

“Maybe I deserved to be unhappy for a while.” Draco meets Harry’s gaze and there’s a raw, open intimacy in it that makes Draco’s stomach flip.

I can’t believe I got obsessed fell in love with another fic as soon as I posted my 2022 wrap up, what is even my life 💀 I haven’t written a proper rec in 84 years and actually felt a bit anxious posting this but whatever, you only live once (or until Jan 3rd when I get back to work) etc etc. As a general rule I prefer not to rec ongoing Fest fics but I guess every rule needs an exception, right? I just didn’t want people to waste any time before checking this and closing the year with a single rec feels quite auspicious :) and maybe this will prompt MA to reveal themselves to me because I’m ready to kiss the ground they walk on

I’ve said before that my reccing process comes in waves and requires the kind of passionate frenzy that urges me to write while reading the fic, which I happen to experience very rarely nowadays. This only shows how much this story has affected me. Muggle Draco, found family, meddling Snape friends, coworkers to lovers, karaoke nights (!!!), master chef Harry, this fic has everything I adore and delivers every single detail masterfully, with heart and intent. Simply put, I am blown away. Not only by MA’s singular ability to reach inside my mind and tick my every box, but also by their build up and characterization skills, coming up with charming, fleshed-out characters and a delicious brand of playful banter that made my heart beat outside of my chest from their very first interaction at the Ministry. The unrelenting banter was so excellent and entertaining I could cry - I surprised myself giggling so many times imagining their faces while delivering those lines. Gotta love a sassy couple, peak romance!

The premise itself is unpretentious yet brilliant, bringing Snape back from the dead to articulate things and push the boys plot together. His presence is clever and powerful not only from a plot perspective, but also to help us understand a bit more about post-war Harry and Draco, as they take the responsibility for his legacy by continuing his research work. There’s a lot to unpack between Draco’s fierce loyalty and Harry’s resigned determination to see this through. But despite all the emotional depth, the vignette style, smooth pacing and light tone make it hard to believe this is almost 20k; it feels both longer and shorter, I’ve read it in one breath and was left aching for more.

The characters voices are also delight - this still snarky but also civil, restrained Draco offers a fabulous POV, and learning about Greg & Luna and about “new, older Harry” as perceived by him was an absolute joy. I’m desperate to know more about this Harry with his mellow and jaded persona, a tad mysterious and off-kilt but still lovely and lovable. I found him both charming and intriguing, in Draco’s own (again, top notch) assessment, a peculiar man indeed. And Draco is so thirst for him I could barely hold my excitement omg the tux fitting scenes are so deliciously laced with sexual tension! Their chemistry is off the charts and I melted alongside Draco at Harry’s intensity and single-minded focus. Trust me when I say the M rating is sexy enough!!!

On that note, something unique that I particularly loved about this story is how organically everyone interacts, characters often breaking tension at awkward moments with incredibly perceptive gestures or lines (e.g. the conversation with Ron or when Harry helps out in the kitchen on their first date). That made me feel even more immersed and close to the characters. Something about the way they see each other, open and tentative, gives the otherwise simple exchange an interesting nuance of tenderness and intimacy. Masterful writing 😔🤌🏼

Ugh, I can’t believe I found yet another 2022 favorite on the very last day of the year. I wish MA could have seen my face as I read their fic because I am certain the feeling of pure joy and wonder was written all over it. I haven’t felt this bubbly about a fic in a long time, it was the kind of story that gave me renewed hope to see 2023 as an open canvas, a year full of possibilities. Writing this rec took me over 45 min and nothing was able to wipe the smile from my face. I can’t thank you enough, my dear MA, for giving me such a special experience today of all days. This fic will always hold a special spot in my heart for it. Happy New Year!

Read on AO3

#drarry fic rec #erised 2022 #last rec of the year!#MA WHERE ARE YOU I JUST WANNA TALK

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squishbee · 1 year

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Gorgeous 🍎 (Vil x reader song ficlet thing)

now playing:

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

0:01 ❍─────── 3:32

🎵You should take it as a compliment that I'm talking to everyone here but you 🎵

You and Grim managed to bring all the dorms together to have a party. There wasn’t a specific reason it was just a fun thing you wanted to do. You bribed Grim to hand out invitations to all the dorm leaders in exchange for tuna. Out of all the breathtaking men there, one in particular had your interest in his grasp. Vil Schoenheit

🎵If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her. But if you're single that's honestly worse. 'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts 🎵

You haven’t had many interactions with the Pomefiore leader yet so you didn’t know much about him, besides general info everyone knew. You hoped he didn’t belong to someone already, but you would be shocked if he didn’t.

🎵 Ocean blue eyes looking in mine. I feel like I might sink and drown and die 🎵

You must have been staring at him for too long, because he felt it. He turns and captivates your gaze with his eyes. After a few long seconds of looking into each other, he gives a slight polite smile.

🎵You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face 🎵

Should you go over and greet him? It would be normal to do since you are the host of the party. His beauty is just so intimidating.

🎵 And I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way. But what can I say? You're gorgeous 🎵

Ugh, how dare he have such charming looks. It almost feels like a crime. Feeling so torn, unsure how to converse with him. Just do it. Worst he can say is no, right? Rejection sure is scary though.

You walk up to him and give somewhat of a friendly bow. “I’m so glad you and your dorm decided to come. I hope the party is to your liking.” You tell him. You were so nervous in the back of your mind. “It is quite nice, but could use some more purple decorations.” He says half serious-half jokingly. “Well, I’ll try to remember next time.” You say with a laugh

🎵You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah. There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have🎵

He’s a celebrity. What chance do you even have with him romantically? Thoughts like that eating you up inside change the moment to bittersweet. After the small interaction, you went back to hanging out with your friends, Ace and Deuce. You weren’t sure how to keep going after squashing your own confidence, so you left things short and polite.

🎵Guess I’ll just stumble on home to my cats alone🎵

After Ace and Deuce helped you clean up once the party was over, you and Grim headed back to the Ramshackle dorm. It was more like your home than a dorm at this point, since you had nowhere else to go.

You did your nightly routines then laid down in bed. When sleep was about to take over, your phone dinged. It was from Vil (all of the students numbers are programmed in your phone in case you need help).

Vil: You’re so gorgeous💜 I can’t say anything to your face

Was this him texting a confession?

You: Huh?

Vil: I’m sorry if this seems out of nowhere, but you intrigue me. Getting to talk to you face-to-face, even briefly, makes me want to know you more.

It seems you weren’t the only one unsure how to speak at the party today.

You: Wow. I was feeling the same way. That’s why I barely said anything because I was nervous 😳

Vil: Well if you’d like to get over that nervousness, hang out with me tomorrow. I know a good coffee spot

You: I’d love to that sounds so fun

Vil: See you tomorrow then,

gorgeous

#twst x reader #disney twst #vil schoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #twst vil #pomefiore #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #songfic

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amberlide · 6 months

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Garreth Weasley head-canons

As I already did Natty and Leander, here we go with Garreth. I am a bit hesitant on these as I know many people have their own, but these are personal and related to my fanfiction.

Be nice <3

Sibling Relationships:

Garreth has two older brothers: Edmund and Oliver, and two younger siblings: Charlotte and Hector.

His favorite brother is Edmund, who always tastes his home-made brews. However, after an incident involving Gillyweed, Edmund has become a bit more hesitant.

Family Dynamics:

Garreth is sweet and caring, attributes fostered by a close-knit family. Coming from a modest background, taking care of each other is paramount, especially with two younger siblings relying on him.

First year at Hogwarts was difficult as he was not used to called his aunt Prof. Weasley but rather Aunt Millie. This gained an infinite hours of detention and loss of points for Gryffindors XD

Early Memories:

You can't be this sweet and caring without great role-models in your life. When Garreth was a few months old, five-year-old Edmund heard him crying in the night. To avoid waking their parents, Edmund took Garreth to the living room to comfort him. Mrs. Weasley found them the next morning, asleep together on the couch, a moment that reaffirmed the special bond among her children.

Passion for Potions:

Garreth's love for potions sparked at a very young age. Every Christmas, Mr. Weasley would bring home a crate of Butterbeer to celebrate, in a very poor family this made the celebration very special. The taste intrigued Garreth, inspiring a desire to recreate something similar yet affordable to spread joy, much like Butterbeer did for him. Did Oliver try to give him alcoholic Butterbeer? Sure, but we don't talk about this XD

Skill in Potion-making:

He’s the middle born of a large family, with Edmund being the everyone’s favorite and so good in everything, but also very modest, Oliver being the prankster who excels in charms and Charlotte being the pretty and quirky witch of the family with a knack for magical creatures (Hector is too little) he wanted to find something for himself.

He has a unique eye condition, he’s not color-blind, but he can’t see certain shades of the same color. As he will explain to Pen most people relies on their eyesight to check on their potions, since he cannot rely only on that, he has to use his other senses as well: smell and hearing. This gave him an edge.

Entrepreneurial Spirit:

He started his business at Hogwarts as a potionist as a way to make money to buy ingredients for his brew. Everything started one day when Edmund asked him to help him prepare a calming drought for a friend who was having panic attacks. He soon started receiving more orders that he could handle.

Personal Quirks:

Despite his accomplishments, Garreth loathes his freckles, getting quite upset when Pen dubbed him an "ugly freckled mug."

He has an never ending crush on Poppy since the second year, which was apparent to Natty during their first class together, but Lee never noticed XD

He will never ever retort to violence to solve conflicts, he has other ways, thanks to his business he knows his clients' secrets and he’s not afraid of use them when threaten.

He refuses to brew illegal potions, he already has enough problems with his aunt as it is.

He’s easy to scare, to much delight of Lee and Natty who always convince him to come to the Old Fool haunted house for Halloween (and make bets on him).

When he's nervous he always pushes his lock of hairs away from his forehead to give space to his mind to breath XD

Literary Interests:

Garreth is an avid fan of the "Emerald Quill" novel series, which follows a gentleman thief executing magical heists. He often spoils the plot for Lee, who's attempted to read the series multiple times without success.

This means, he’s not afraid of stealing when necessary XD

#hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley #headcanon #hogwarts legacy garreth #my fanfiction #amberlide writes

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oof-i-did-it-agaaiiin · 1 year

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One of my pet peeves in film is when a movie is good but it could’ve been great.

Spirited (2022) was an honesty brilliant concept and almost flawless execution, with some missed opportunities and one glaring fault. I wanna go over what I loved about it and what I would’ve changed.

This will contain spoilers.

First of all, I love that it’s a musical, and furthermore how much it embraces the fact that it’s a musical. I mean the choreography is incredible, and the music is catchy and doesn’t shy away from its musical theatre-ness at all. In fact, I could see this translating into a stage adaption really easily.

Secondly, I love the concept. Seeing the inner workings of the afterlife in this universe is fun, and adding the layer that the Ghosts of Christmas were once alive adds intrigue, and on top of that adding the element that the Ghost of Christmas Present is Ebeneezer Scrooge himself is brilliant. It gives new meaning to Jacob Marley running the operation, and seeing them working side-by-side adds some complexity to the relationship.

Speaking of I ADORE Patrick Page as Jacob Marley. He is the perfect fit for the role, both in his haunting form and out of it. I wish he had gotten more screen time in his chains and they hadn’t kept interrupting his song because you know he was cast for that deep, haunting voice of his and I wish we’d heard it more.

I think the secondary cast was very good. Past and Yet-To-Come were funny and Octavia Spencer was charming and lovely as Kimberly, it’s wonderful to see her in the role of the love interest. Clint’s family tugged at the heartstrings perfectly, and Ryan Reynolds played a very entertaining douchebag but secretly lovable softie.

I think the themes of this movie were a natural continuation of the themes from the original book and, while not always consistent with the canon of the original book, felt faithful in its message.

Here’s my main contrivance though. The one main thing I’d change if I were able to.

Will Ferrell was wrong for his role. For one thing, I personally don’t think Will Ferrell is very funny. On top of that he’s just not a good singer. Like, at all. I mean everyone in this movie was at least a little auto tune, even the professional singers, but even all the auto tune in the world can’t stop Will Ferrell from sounding mediocre at best. Fine for musical cameo, but not for a leading role. Additionally, he’s not a very good Christmas Present, or Scrooge.

I mean, it makes sense for Ebeneezer Scrooge as we see him at the end of the book to become the Ghost of Christmas Present. He’s awfully jolly after waking up. But at no point in this film is Will Ferrell playing “jolly.” Present should be big and boisterous and loud and the kind of person where you can’t help but smile when you see them.

Someone like Patrick Page.

That may sound out of left field but hear me out.

I know I already said he was perfect for Marley, and he is, but I think he would’ve suited the role of Present/Scrooge so much better than Will Ferrell does. Patrick Page has played Scrooge many times before so he has good experience with the character. While Page is known more for his cold, cruel characters he, plays warm, soft, and joyful well too. And this very movie is proof of that fact. I mean…

Look at that smile.

And perhaps most importantly, Patrick Page is fully capable of carrying a musical as its leading man. You know why? Cause he can fucking sing! Boy can he sing. And while the deep, gravely tone he’s known for may not be your first thought when you think Ghost of Christmas Present, it would work well for Ebenezer Scrooge, that’s for sure.

I know this movie is a comedy and Will Ferrell is a comedic actor, but honestly, I think this movie would work well if Present played a bit of a straight man to contrast with Clint’s constant jabs, with his joking being a way of him deflecting. That’s not to say Present can’t be funny, but I think Present being depicted as warmer, kinder, less witty and more of a guiding hand to Clint would make him a character you care more about and want to see succeed.

#but that’s just my take #I still have thoughts about this movie so I may write more #spirited #spirited 2022 #patrick page #post i made

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zanniscaramouche · 1 year

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I’ve been thinking about nothing but narry since receiving an ask from @nonsensly about my favourite fics containing the two youngest directioners. Considering the very first fic I wrote in this fandom was a narry fic I knew I had to put together something to share with everyone! I’m sure I’ve left out hundreds of fics I’ve loved over the years, but here’s what I could throw together with the little amount of time I have.

💚 consider this by peerpressure // @horansheroes - 82k

Harry has not read the rule book of parenting, but he’s pretty sure it has a paragraph dedicated to not flirting with strippers. Not even if they’re very hot and also very charming. In which Harry is a single father to five year old Hugo and Niall is a stripper who makes it very hard for Harry to remember his priorities.

zannithinks: MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE FIC! Not just Narry, but in the one direction fandom as a whole. I love love love this story with the passion of a thousand suns. A sweet, heartwarming and absolutely charming story so nuanced with the mundane struggles of reality.

💚 i forget where we were by torielle - 70k

"You,” he says thickly, swallowing. “You don’t - you don’t remember.” “Not the last three years,” Harry tells him simply. “Sorry. What was your name?” “Niall,” he mutters, face suddenly dark. “I’m Niall, I’m Liam’s assistant." Harry wakes up to find he has retrograde amnesia and a perfect life - seemingly.

zannithinks: absolutely heartbreaking with a string of hope through it all

💚 the tale of the sun by peerpressure // @horansheroes - 53k

A modern royal AU in which Crown Prince Harry unexpectedly sets eyes on the sun.

zannithinks: This author has several other fics on this list not by accident, and several more to check out on their ao3! This one is perfect for royal au (and rwrb) lovers!

💚 take a look at the stars in your head by pallomharry - 35k

Niall fills all the blanks in his life, he strengthens him as a person, and most importantly, he completes him. He can’t imagine a life without him, and it all makes sense, that in one way or another, they will always find each other. Because they’re soulmates, after all.

Harry wakes up in several parallel universes and in each of them they all come back to one thing; Niall.

zannithinks: I haven’t read this one yet, but this author has several fics on my tbr and I can’t wait to sink into them. A first glance at the starting lines and this looks wonderfully written and intriguing.

💚 run away with my heart by storhan - 28k

Niall’s a con artist who was only after Harry’s money, but he left with something much more valuable: his heart.

zannithinks: I couldn’t take the suspense in this one! I was pacing the floors, sweating, literally pulling my hair out. Talk about a wild ride.

💚 the beautiful ones by orphan account - 27k

Harry pulls away sharply, chest rising and falling, eyes searching Niall’s face, almost as if he's expecting him to curse him out. “Is this okay?” He asks so quietly, voice barely above a whisper.

And no. It’s not, but it feels okay, and that's more than enough to get Niall to duck back in to continue kissing him before he can change his mind.

It's 1984 and Harry Styles wants Niall Horan to help him write his new album

zannithinks: yet to read this one, but it’s summary alludes to something right up my alley and I have a suspicion it’s gonna be a keeper.

💚 from way up there by andfollowthesun // @andfollowthesun - 18k

Harry’s thirty-one now, and he’d like to think that he’s a little more street-smart on what it takes to make a relationship work. More than just texting each other, or great sex, or the fact that Niall will guffaw at all of Harry’s jokes, even the really, really shitty ones.

(Harry and Niall and eventually, a lavender farm.)

zannithinks: oh! my heart! this is a little squeeze and tug on the heartstrings that gently soothes the soul.

💚 hold me closer by peerpressure // @horansheroes - 15k

"D’you wanna join us?” He whispers in Niall’s ear. Niall pulls his head back in surprise. Harry stays frozen, close, and smiles at him - a kind, small smile and Niall realises that Harry is serious. He flicks his gaze to Emily, who smiles at him, too. Niall takes her in, properly. Her cleavage, the hint of round, soft breasts underneath her top. Her hips and her thighs, hidden under her jeans. He moves his gaze to Harry’s hand on his wrist where his thumb rubs soothingly on Niall’s skin. Alright.

zannithink: talk about a 180 from the fic above this. This fic is gritty, smoking hot, and packs an emotional punch you don’t see coming until you’re already bruising. The narration in this, the characters... wow. Definitely a gem.

💚 controlling the curve by cordensangels131 - 12k

Harry Styles is baseball's hottest phenom, signed first in the draft and ready to light up the big leagues. The team, however, decides he needs a little seasonsing first and sends him down to play for their Tripple A team in Florida.

Niall Horan is a minor league catcher, a player’s player, bouncing around from team to team, trying to hang on for a few more years. Now he's charged with preparing Harry for his big league debut by teaching him control on the field.

Their dislike is mutual and instantaneous. Harry thinks he knows all he needs to know about baseball and Niall thinks Harry is a spoiled pretty boy who doesn’t respect the game or his teammates.

zannithinks: smoking hot and immersive in the world of baseball, this fic is clearly well researched with a side of spice.

💚 a little tenderness by @disgruntledkittenface - 10k

"Listen, my alpha and I broke up and it turns out that all of our friends were really his friends and I need someone to help me through–”

“No,” Harry practically shouts, the word bursting out of him unbidden. He cringes when he sees the shock on Niall’s face, his pale skin flushing lightly. “I’m sorry, but my answer has to be no. I don’t help omegas through heats. I’m really sorry, Liam knows that, so I don’t know why he would give you the idea–”

“It’s not heat, Harry,” Niall interrupts. “It’s depri.”

“Oh. Fuck."

zannithinks: this left me in a pile of goo! the softness of it all :0

💚 out of the woods by countthestars // @moondoggiestyle - 9k

"Hi,” the boy says, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the counter, body language open in invitation. Niall half expects him to tip his chin up and bare his throat, but instead his smile grows wider, pulling crookedly at his mouth.

zannithinks: I reread this often! Like WOW talk about writing talent and GOALS. Immersive doesn’t even begin to explain just how this fic wraps you up in such a detailed world. I could easily read 100k more of these characters.

💚 make a mess of me by anonymous - 3k (nourry 3some)

Harry wants to be full to the brim. First he manages by himself, but then Niall and Louis help him out.

zannithinks: we all need that one outrageously absurd and smoking hot fic we keep in our back pocket as a dirty secret. Read the tags and suspend disbelief for this one!

💚 slow hands by hellolovers13 // @hellolovers13 - 3k (nourry 3some)

"Wait. So when you say you’re genderfluid, that means sometimes you’re a girl, right?” “Uh, yeah.” “So when I asked what you’d do if you were a girl and you said ‘Niall’. Does that apply now?”

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A Thousand Times

Hi 💛

This is another Kendrick Lives AU installment. I have yet to post anything gearing towards Kendrick (I have something in the works, I promise.) But thanks to @that-scouse-wizard for being interested in this AU, I was able to build how the Talith would begin.

So it’s gonna be kind of similar to the First Date TLSQ but with some changes thrown in.

MC Friend: David Willows ( @that-scouse-wizard )

(Bro, this has been sitting in my drafts for FOUR MONTHS. Writer’s block is the devil, but I’m happy to finish this piece. Now for the other drafts glaring at me.)

Hope you guys like it!

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Talbott quietly snuck into the empty Charms classroom, holding an envelope and single hibiscus flower.

He’s been playing “secret admirer” for some time now to a certain Hufflepuff witch.

Judith Harris.

One of the infamous Curse Breakers at Hogwarts. The other half of the dynamic duo Tigress and Hound, Hufflepuff’s feared Beaters on the Quidditch Pitch. A girl with the controversial scar that everyone can’t seem to stop whispering about.

Talbott has heard about her long before he met her. It was hard not to, seeing how everyone in school loves to gossip about something.

When he met her for the first time, he had to hold back a wince when taking a good look at her scar. He’s heard different stories about how she got it.

Most common was that she was born with it or found herself in an angry dragon’s nest somehow.

Other than that, nobody really knows.

But he knew that the time, it had to be painful beyond words.

Other than her scar, Talbott thought she was rather pretty. Beautiful if he was being true to his feelings.

Something about her pale gold eyes spoke to his heart, even if he was adamant about keeping his distance from her.

As he got to know the Hufflepuff, he found himself intrigued by her. He never thought he would encounter a person with a heart of gold despite the pain and rejection they received.

He even rejected her offer of help when Merula snuck up on her, David, and himself. The blatant hurt in her eyes is something he would never forget.

But she didn’t give up on him. Helping him learn the Memory Charm in attempt to get Merula to forget what she heard.

Even going as far to help him to find his necklace.

He was able to call her his friend...

Until recently.

Not too long ago, the Celestial Ball was the latest buzz that overtook the castle. Everyone was eager to find a date to accompany them. Talbott didn’t think much of it at the time.

Until he saw Judith in Andre’s arms.

He was in his Animagus form, only wanting to observe the dance until he spotted her. Talbott remembered feeling like his breath was stolen from his lungs when he saw the painfully shy Hufflepuff at the refreshment table.

Her dress was a deep red and white. It hugged her upper body like a glove while the skirt flared out at the hips. There was a slit in the left side of the dress, showing off her toned leg. The sleeves were off the shoulder, revealing a lot more skin Talbott is used to seeing from her. Gold heeled shoes can be seen on her feet. Her signature accessories can be found on her ears with a simple gold heart necklace was around her neck.

Her locs were curled, framing her delicate face perfectly. Her face was make up free.

Even with her unsure sips of her goblet, her hunched shoulders, and a small frown on her full lips, Talbott found her endearing.

Until Andre popped up, asking for the next dance.

Which so happened to be a slow dance.

The ugly twisted feeling that settled in his chest didn’t feel right as he watch the two share hushed whispers to each other. All he could think of was,

‘That should be me...’

He wanted to be the one holding her close. The one looking into those mystical eyes while sharing hushed whispers. To feel her hand clashed in his own, establishing an intimate connection that only the two of them could feel...

It was in that moment that he couldn’t see Judith as a friend anymore.

But he felt scared to come out and say it. So he resorted to this.

Just as he was about to leave the note and flower at the spot Judith always sat at, someone walked in.

David Willows. Judith’s closest friend.

The Hufflepuff wizard looked surprised to see Talbott there. More importantly what was in his hand.

David was aware of Judith having a secret admirer. It was hard not to, seeing how the girl would have a flower tucked behind one of her ears and she would be smiling down at a piece of paper with a blush.

It’s rare for Judith to turn into a giggling school girl. So David found it a bit strange, but overall happy for his mate.

Though, it didn’t squash his curiosity on who could be this mysterious admirer.

Guess he found out the answer to his own...

There was a tense silence between the two wizards. Talbott felt his face flush and blurted out the first thing that came to mind,

“This isn’t what it looks like.” Brown eyes narrowed out of suspicion.

“So it is what it looks like,” he countered, slowly backing out of the classroom. First thing that came to mind was to find his little friend and tell her about her secret admirer.

Who may not be really an “admirer” based on his response...

“David, wait,” Talbott called out, feeling a sense of panic building. The Hufflepuff wizard paused, waiting for him to continue.

“L-Look, I-I... that’s not what I meant. I would never do anything to hurt Judith, if that’s what you’re thinking. I...” An arch brow could be found on David’s face as he watched Talbott trail off. The Ravenclaw wizard swallowed briefly before forcing the words out before he could think about them too hard,

“I really like Judith and would like to take her out on a date.” Both brows inched closer to his hairline as David silently processed the confession. Talbott fidgeted under the Hufflepuff’s unwavering gaze, waiting for him to say something.

He never confessed his feelings for the Hufflepuff outwardly before. The only other person knows about his feelings was his best (and infuriating) mate, Andre. And that was only because he got ahold of Talbott’s journal where he wrote about the girl and saw the few sketches he drew of her.

“So do it.” Red eyes blinked.

“T-that’s it? I don’t even know how to ask! I never even been on a date before,” he exclaimed, feeling the panic come back full force. David’s gaze soften ever so slightly.

“Just approach her gently and ask if she’d like to go out somewhere. Maybe to the Three Broomsticks or even the Owlery if you fancy somewhere more private,” he advised. Talbott mulled over David’s words silently, already having a place in mind.

“...That could work... Thank you David,” Talbott responded softly. David gave the Ravenclaw wizard an encouraging smile.

“You’re welcome, Tal. Now, go get her.”

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Talbott was standing the empty Courtyard, sweating under his class robes. He sent his owl to Judith, asking her to meet him during lunch. He knew for a fact it’ll be empty so they’ll have some privacy.

The longer he waited, the more he could feel his heart start to pound in his chest.

That’s when he saw her stepping out into the Courtyard. Talbott quickly wiped his sweaty palms against his slacks as Judith approached.

He could spy the hibiscus flower tucked behind her scarred ear.

‘Good Gods, she’s so beautiful...’

“Hello Talbott,” the girl greeted softly. A small shiver rang down his spine as he heard her voice. He was always interested in hearing her voice, especially with her accent. It was quite clear that she’s not originally from Scotland, or Britain for that matter. However the uniqueness of her voice wasn’t the only thing that captured his interest.

The young teenager couldn’t put his finger on it but he swears he heard that accent somewhere before but can’t figure out where.

“Hello, Judith... thanks for meeting me,” he said. Judith nodded, causing her high ponytail to sway behind her.

“Of course, Talbott. You mentioned in your note that you had something important to ask me,” she said.

‘Moment of truth... there’s no turning back now, Winger...’

“Um, yes... I-I was wondering... W-Would you like to go out on a date with me?” Judith’s good eye widen sufficiently.

“Wha...” Talbott sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“I-I wanted to get your attention... why I was leaving you flowers and notes,” he confessed. He watched as Judith looked around the area as if she was looking for someone to jump out at any moment. He coughed into his fist to gain the Hufflepuff’s attention again.

“S-so... would you like to go out with m-me, little bird?” Judith could feel her face turning red with each passing second.

‘Talbott is my secret admirer... this is really happening...’

“I-I would love to... if you’re sure,” she said, ducking her head. Talbott felt his body move on autopilot, taking her chin in hand to raise her eyes to meet his.

“I’m positive, little bird,” he whispered, giving her soft smile. He was rewarded with one of her own.

Unknown to the two, another person was spying on this interaction. David smirked, sketching the moment to pester the two love birds later on...

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“WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST GET MYSELF INTO,” Judith shouted as she paced about the empty Hufflepuff Common Room.

Well, almost empty.

David was sitting on the couch with a small smirk on his face. Judith didn’t even need to tell him what happened that is causing her to having a mini breakdown.

After all, he seen them himself...

“What in the seven hells are you smirking for?! I’m in the middle of a crisis, you git!” David snapped out of when he caught the glare in his little friend’s eyes. A small shiver of fear threaten to run down his spine but he held it back.

“Believe me I know, a little birdie told me.” As soon as those words left his mouth, he regretted it as pale gold eyes stared at him blankly.

“I’m sorry, mind repeating that?” Although that was worded as a request, David knew it was a demand. A demand he better fulfill in the next minute unless he wants to return to his assigned bed in the Hospital Wing.

“I... may have convinced Tal to ask you. And before you say anything, he wanted to before I suggested anything,” he rushed out. A few seconds ticked by before Judith broke the silence.

“WHAT?!” He winced as her shriek pierced his eardrums before replying,

“He came to me and I said he should go for it.” Judith resumed pacing, mumbling under her breath.

“Sweet Gods have mercy, there’s no way this is real. No wizard in his right mind would consider liking me without having some kind of motive. And I said yes like a lovestruck schoolgirl! What am I going to do, what am I going to do?! Maybe I shouldn’t show up, Talbott isn’t serious about taking me out on a date...”

David narrowed his eyes at the pacing witch before letting out a frustrated sigh. Standing up, he walks up to his anxious mate, placing his hands firmly on her shoulders to stop her pacing.

“Now you listen to me, Judith Harris. You’re fuckin’ gorgeous and a good person to the boot. I think that Tal is dead serious about wanting to take you out on a date, he’d be a fool not to. Give it a go and if it doesn’t work out, then that’s life. Also, if Tal really is bein’ an arsehole, I’ll kick his arse from here to London and back again.” Despite her best efforts, Judith ended up giggling a bit.

“You would know better not to send him to London. Papa would mount his head on a wall,” she said with a small head shake. David chuckled alongside her, grinning at the fact he could ease his little friend.

“There we go! I don’t doubt he would. Now come on, let’s get you ready for a date, yeah,” David said with an encouraging smile. Judith blushed a bit.

“Uh.. yeah, we can do that...”

“Good, let’s find Andre. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure he doesn’t put you something ridiculous.” Judith rolled her eyes at that.

“He should know better not to try. You wouldn’t survive between you, me, and my dad.” David gave a smirk.

“Exactly, now let’s go find that style wizard.” With newfound confidence, Judith beamed at her fellow House mate.

“Yeah, let’s go!”

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Andre was just putting the final touches on the last dress he created when he heard a whistle sound off behind him.

“Andre, we got a mission for you. First date emergency.” Andre smirked as he turned to find David and Judith standing behind him.

He stepped back and waved his hand with a flourish, showing off his work.

“Bold of you to assume I didn't see this coming when Talbott started waxing lyrical about asking Judith out,” he said with a chuckle.

“Am I the only one who hasn’t noticed,” Judith asked aloud, a blush staining her cheeks.

“Yes,” both males responded bluntly. They both received a glare for their sass.

“Just shut up and explain to me my options,” she hissed. Andre graced her with a gentle smile before clearing his throat.

“I have three dresses for you today, Judith. One sleeveless with a black and red rose pattern. The second green and long-sleeved with a purple lining at the bottom of the skirt. The last is purple and gold, almost like a ball gown. Take your pick,” he encouraged gently. The two males watched as the small witch carefully studied each dress with wary eyes.

“Just how formal is this date? Do either of you know,” she asked. She only wore a dress one other time and that was the Celestial Ball. The dress was beautiful, but she couldn’t help but feel weird in it.

Especially when the only other thing that was eye catching about her dress was her scar...

“Something smart casual I reckon,” David reckon, breaking the girl’s train of thought. Judith did one last glance over at her options before deciding.

“I don’t want to look like an idiot by showing up overdressed... I’ll go with the black and red one...” Andre grinned, as if he know that she would pick that one.

“Ah, my personal favorite! You’re look fantastic in it!” Judith scoffed as she took the dress and ducked behind the changing screen.

“I’ll believe it when I see it, Egwu. This dress screams, “Outside my comfort zone.”, she retorted as she stripped and wriggled into the dress. She could hear Andre chuckling.

“You’ll love it, I’m sure of it.” Judith struggled with the zipper before getting it on. She slowly stepped out to show the guys. Andre gave her a bright smile.

“You look lovely,” he complimented. David placed a hand on the style wizard’s shoulder, as if to hold him back.

“Let her be the judge of that Egwu. What d'you think Judith,” he asked his little friend. Judith shuffled in place, a dark blush on her cheeks.

“ I like it… a lot actually… you guys sure it’s not… too much,” she asked. The dress fitted her perfectly and ended right above the knee. It showed off her developing hourglass figure thanks to her religious training sessions and natural genes.

‘So much skin...’ she thought as she rubbed her arm.

“Looks perfect to me,” David said with a smile.

“You look fabulous,” Andre chimed in.

‘Well I have my votes of confidence...’

“I-I guess I’ll take it then,” she decided with a small head scratch. David gave her a small mischievous grin.

“Right now, Judith, go get your bird boy.” Judith could feel her face heat up further but she gave her House mate a thunderous glare.

“David...” David’s grin turned into a nervous one at her tone.

He knew it well.

The “I’ll break your kneecaps if you don’t stop right now” tone.

He quickly ran out the room while calling over his shoulder,

“Enjoy your date, Little Tigress!”

Judith pinched the bridge of nose, mentally counting backwards from 10.

“That bloody git,” she grumbled under her breath. Andre shrugged before letting out a laugh.

“Maybe, but I'd say he's right. Talbott has been looking forward to asking you out. Good luck Judith,” he said before leaving the room himself.

“T-Thanks again, Andre,” she called after him before she was officially left alone.

‘Talbott being obvious about his feelings? Hell must’ve frozen over. And I normally would notices things but I never saw this? Ugh, no time to think about it. I don’t wanna be late…’

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Talbott was already at the date spot, nervously biting his lip as his looked at his watch for the umpteenth time.

‘I hope Judith has a good time. Damn it Winger, why did you have to fall so hard for her?’ he mentally cursed himself. He could already feel like his heart was going to beat out of his chest and his date wasn’t even there yet.

He wanted everything to be perfect for her...

Speaking of said witch, she was walking up the tea shop, taking in the site of where her first date will be.

‘I would have never thought Talbott would choose a place like this. It’s rather cute...’ she thought with a soft giggle. She could spy the Ravenclaw wizard standing inside, looking at his watch.

She drew in a deep breath before releasing it. Smoothing down her dress, she walked inside.

“H-Hey T-Talbott... I’m here, I-I hope I’m not late...” Talbott turned around to greet his date but felt the words die on the tip of his tongue.

‘Oh sweet Merlin, how the hell did I get so lucky...’ he thought as he took her in from her curled locs to her white sandals. He caught her shy shuffle before he realized he still had yet to say anything.

‘WORDS, WINGER! USE THEM!’

“H-Hi Judith, y-you look nice,” he greeted. He got a sweet blush and shy smile.

“T-Thank you, Talbott. Y-You look pretty smart yourself,” she said, trying to calm her beating heart.

Talbott cleared his throat, trying to ignore the fluttery feeling in his chest when he heard her compliment.

“Thank you, sh-shall we take a seat,” he offered.

‘Goddammit Winger, don't screw this up...’ Judith gifted him a gentle smile.

“Yes, of course,” she replied softly, walking past him to sit at the table near the window. The wizard was quick to follow, beating her to her chosen seat. Pulling out her chair, Talbott gave the Hufflepuff a shy smile. Judith stifled a giggle.

‘He’s so nervous, it’s adorable...’

“Such a gentleman, thank you,” she cooed at him as she took a seat. Talbott felt himself flush a bit as he pushed in her seat before claiming the one across from her.

“Tea and scones I believe are the most popular item here, shall we order some,” he asked, trying to soothe his nerves.

“Yes, that’s perfectly fine with me,” the young girl replied. Judith paused before a moment before speaking again.

“It’s nice to know there’s a little tea shop in Hogsmeade. Do you come here often?” Talbott rubbed the back of neck, sheepishly.

“Sometimes... it’s tucked away from the main street so it isn’t always busy... Besides, I didn’t want anyone interfering with our date.” Judith chuckled a bit.

“Well, aren’t you thoughtful,” she said with a smile. The high points of the wizard’s cheeks darken a bit before he cleared his throat.

“Thank you, I’m glad you think so...” The soft clicking of heeled shoes approached the pair’s table, interrupting the two’s conversation. Madam Puddifoot gave the young couple a warm smile.

“Hello m’dears. Sorry for the wait, what can I get for you today,” she asked. Talbott cleared his throat.

“Oh, um... the tea and scones please,” he answered.

‘Definitely not the most confident response...’ he thought with a grimace. He wasn’t given a chance to ponder on this as the shop owner asked another question.

“Any specific type of tea you would like dearies?” Judith perked up to answer.

“Hibiscus, if you have it. Please and thank you,” she chirped sweetly.

“A-And nothing that can be spilled too easily please,” Talbott chimed in.

‘Why did I say that?!’

Madam Puddifoot let out a small giggle.

“Tea you can’t spill you say? I’ll see what I can do m’dears, in the meantime, enjoy your first date,” she said before walking back into the kitchen.

‘Ah... young love...’

Judith let out a high pitch sneeze, which reminded Talbott of a baby Kneazle.

“How did she know that this was our first date? W-well, it’s a first for me,” Judith asked, bewildered at the woman’s intuition.

“I-It’s a first for me as well... it might be because we come across as awkward? That’s what I’ve heard first dates can be like,” Talbott mumbled. Judith flushed out of embarrassment.

“O-oh... do you think we look awkward together then,” she deduced, nervous to hear her crush’s answer. Red eyes widen and Talbott resisted the urge to slap his forehead.

“Oh no! Um, dating has just never been my thing... I think Madam Puddifoot just picked up on that... I do like you, Judith, and I appreciate you for coming out with me,” Talbott said shyly. The girl’s blush worsen at the confession.

“O-oh, I-I understand. Even though y-you could’ve fooled me, haha... I’m happy to be here with you, Talbott,” Judith replied in kind, twirling a loc in between her fingers.

‘He likes me! He really likes me! Oh my stars, there has to be some sort of catch...’ Just as the thought crossed her mind, Judith saw Tonks and Charlie walk in and take the table behind the oblivious Ravenclaw wizard.

‘Idiot! You just jinxed yourself! Okay, it’s fine! Talbott hasn’t noticed them, so just play it cool!’ Judith cleared her throat before giving a nervous smile.

“S-so, tell me about yourself,” she stated. Talbott regarded her with an raised brow before answering,

“Oh well, um... I like to write poetry in my free time, usually when I’m alone. I like to take flights around the school on occasion... how about you?”

“W-well... when I’m not curse breaking or practicing Quidditch, I like to spend time drawing, singing, reading, spending time with my magical creatures, and practice some Muggle forms of fighting... a few of those activities can be a bit difficult seeing how I have one good eye, but that’s all you need to make it work.” Talbott was leaning towards the Hufflepuff, intrigued.

“I see, that’s rather interesting. I’d love to at learn a bit how Muggles fight, seeing how majority of them can’t use wands. And I’d love to hear you sing.” Judith gave a shy smile.

“I-I can teach you a thing or two. My papa taught me everything I know so I can protect myself. You mentioned wanting to be an Auror one day, s-so this would be a good way to protect yourself, just in case your disarmed. A-and not a lot of people know I can sing... but I don’t mind doing so for you one day,” Judith offered. Talbott smiled.

“I’d like that... very much...” From behind the unknowing wizard, the girl’s two friends gave her a thumbs up. Judith’s cheeks flushed a bit at this.

“S-say Talbott... do you mind if I ask you something?” The young teen gave his date an owl-like head tilt.

“Of course, Judith. What is it,” he asked. Sharp canine teeth gently nibbled on the soft flesh of a bottom lip.

“W-Why... why do you like me? I-I thought you liked to “fly solo”?”

‘Oh... it’s that question…’

Talbott took a deep breath, urging his racing heart to calm down before giving his answer,

“I-I… W-Well… I can tell there’s something about you, Judith. I can tell you’ve been through a lot, but that has never stopped you from being kind. Even with your kindness, you’re never the doormat everyone claims Hufflepuffs to be. That fierceness of your personality soften by the kindness of your heart… it’s magnetic… truthfully I was jealous when I heard that Andre took you to the Celestial Ball…” Gold eyes blinked at him like a deer caught in headlights before the girl shook her head.

“O-oh… there’s nothing wrong showing kindness onto others… well if they give me a reason not to that is. The way I see it is that everyone has a story, a bit of kindness can mean a lot. I-I know it did for me when I met Professor Flitwick and after everyone found out about my scar…” Talbott raised a brow at the girl. He remembers hearing about that incident from their first year. Though, he can tell there’s an element missing in that personal tidbit she just shared but chose not to ask.

“A-and I didn’t really go to the Ball with Andre. He just so happened to ask me for a dance. I was too shy to ask the person I really wanted to go with… not like he show up to the dance anyways,” Judith mumbled. Talbott was still able to catch what she said a frown.

Despite his distaste for large crowds, if she would’ve asked him to the Ball, he would’ve accepted…

“O-oh, I see… whoever you wanted to ask must be a lucky fellow… I know I would’ve felt that way,” he said, rubbing the back of neck sheepishly. Judith felt her eye twitch as she blurted out,

“It was you, bird brain!” Red eyes gazed into pale gold ones, stunned.

‘She actually wanted to attend the Ball with me?’

“M-me?! I-I mean, don’t get me wrong, I-I’m thrilled… but why me?” ‘And why not Andre?’

Judith ducked her head, too embarrassed to meet her date’s gaze.

“I… well… I always liked you… e-ever since we met in the Great Hall. Since you’ve taught me how to fly. Since David and I helped you find your mother’s necklace… Y-you’re mysterious in a magnetic way. Intelligent, witty, and a little sarcastic which I find amusing… you have many layers to you that make me curious… and I do find you rather handsome as well…” Talbott blinked for aw few moments because breaking out into a soft smile.

“Thank you, little bird. That was really kind of you to say. And I had fun teaching you, I always looked forward to it.” Judith took a peek to find those red eyes gazing upon her with fondness alongside the gentle smile. The young witch felt her heart skip a beat.

“Y-You’re welcome,” she replied softly. The pair stared at each other for a few moments in a comfortable silence. Talbott looked ready to say something until,

“WHOO! Go Judith!” Followed by a loud crash. Talbott quickly turned around to find a nervous looking Hufflepuff and Gryffindor next to a table filled with broken china.

“What in the name of Merlin-?!” Judith facepalmed at her house mate’s clumsiness.

“Damn it, Tonks…”

“Whoops,” Tonks mumbled, scratching the back of her head. The sound of heeled shoes clicking loudly towards the front of the shop was the their only warning before Madam Puddifoot appeared with a shocked gasp.

“Oh my! Look at this mess! Terribly sorry m’dears but I’m afraid I have to ask you all to leave so I can clean this up.” Talbott felt his heart sink.

“What?! Damn it, you two!” Tonks and Charlie flinched at the sight of glaring red eyes and a fierce scowl thrown their way. Judith simply shook her head with a soft sigh.

“Don’t worry about it, Talbott. Let’s just go…” Talbott returned his gaze to his date, saddened.

“I suppose so… I’m sorry this went so badly, Judith,” he said. The young girl stood with a shake of her head, walking up to his side of the table.

“Hey, don’t think of it that way. We could always walk back together… if you want,” she shyly offered. Talbott smiled.

“I’d like that…” Judith silently offered her hand to the Ravenclaw wizard, which he took before standing up himself. Talbott silently marveled at the feeling of her hand in his. Compared to his, her hand was small with long, elegant fingers. Her could feel a bit of roughness on her fingertips and palm but her skin was overall soft. Not only that...

‘It’s like her hand fits perfectly into mine...’

In the midst of his observation, Judith glanced over her shoulder, sending a glare over at her friends. They shuddered a bit.

“H-Hey Tonks, why don’t we head to Three Broomsticks. Butterbeer on me,” Charlie offered as he quickly ushered Tonks towards the door.

“Y-Yeah! Good idea Charlie,” Tonks agreed. The two spared one last glance over at the couple mouthing their apologies before leaving. Talbott did his best not to chuckle.

As sweet as his little date may be, she could be scary if she wanted to.

Judith smiled up at her date, gently squeezing his hand.

“C’mon Talbott, let’s go.” The wizard nodded before they headed out of the shop and into the night.

“Oh wow, we’ve must’ve been in there for quite sometime. The stars are starting to come out,” Judith mused aloud. This gave Talbott an idea.

“So they are and it’s a clear night too... Judith, I have a suggestion, if you’re interested...” Pale gold eyes regarded him curiously.

“I’m listening...”

“I was thinking... with the stars out... possibly we could go stargazing? The courtyard, Astronomy Tower, or even the Creature Reserve could be ideal locations to do so.” Talbott watched as full lips split into a grin as the little witch danced on the balls of her feet.

“Ooo~ I would love that! We can go to the Creature Reserve, maybe you could meet some of the creatures I’ve adopted.” Talbot smiled, pleased that he could make his date smile.

“Great! I believe the grasslands would be the best place. If we run into any of your creatures, I would be more than happy to meet them.” Judith giggled as she tugged Talbott along.

“Then why are we still standing here? Let’s go, bird boy!” Talbott chuckled, allowing himself to be dragged away by his cute date.

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“It was a good idea to come here. I never thought to come here at night, it’s so beautiful and peaceful,” Judith said as they walked along the grasslands.

“It is, truly. Where would you like to sit? I’m sure you know this place much better than me.” Judith paused before speaking again,

“I would hate to ruin your suit by sitting in the grass or in a tree. I know there’s a rock formation where my Diricrawl prefers to be, we can sit there.” Talbott gazed at the little Hufflepuff curiously.

“I’ve never met a Diricrawl before, but I do know they’re very skittish creatures,” he commented as he followed Judith to the spot mentioned. The girl smiled.

“Rufflet grew to be comfortable around me, I’m sure when she sees that I’m here with you, she’ll open up. She’s a sweet little thing.” Talbott’s heart sighed at the sight of the animated witch.

‘Just when I thought she couldn’t get any cuter...’

Judith gave his hand a small squeeze and they continued to walk along the grassland.

“I hope you’re not feeling too disappointed about tonight,” she mentioned softly. Talbott shook his head.

“No, I’m just sorry that our date got spoiled. I hope you’re not too disappointed with how it went...” Judith let out a soft laugh before looping her arm with Talbott, stepping closer to the Ravenclaw.

“Not at all. I’m happy to even spend my first date with you,” she said with a small smile. Talbott felt a blush blossom on the high points of his cheeks.

“I am too, Judith... I’m glad you had a good time...” The girl’s smile widen a bit, a teasing glint could be seen in her eyes.

“How can I not? You were so nervous, I found it rather adorable.” Talbott chuckled at this.

“Was I that obvious?” A smirk was the girl’s only answer. Talbott shook his head as another chuckle escaped him. The pair walked in silence before finally reaching the rock formation. The pair settled next to each other side by side as they looked up at the night sky.

“I wonder if we’re about to see Aquarius tonight. It’s my star sign,” Talbott said thoughtfully. Judith perked up a bit at this information.

“O-oh! S-so you’re birthday is during the school year,” she asked. Talbott let out a soft hum in confirmation.

“Yes, the 7th of February. I try to keep my head down that time of year... How about you?” Judith fiddled with a loc, a small frown forming on her lips.

“O-oh um, it is... d-during the s-school year I mean... but I don’t really celebrate it...” Talbott bit his lip, worried that he upset her.

“O-oh, I see. If it’s too painful, you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to...” Judith shook her head.

“My birthday is the 17th of October, the same as Professor Flitwick... only my dad and paternal grandmother would celebrate my birthday with me. Once she died and Papa and I moved to London, we tried to make the most out of it. My mother... she didn’t really care enough to even tell me happy birthday. Before his disappearance, Jamal would send an owl telling me happy birthday at least. Ever since I got to Hogwarts, I only celebrated with Professor Flitwick in his office. Other than that... it’s just another day filled with curse-breaking or practicing for Quidditch season...” Talbott hung onto the girl’s every word as she opened up more about herself. He empathized with her, seeing how he hasn’t really celebrated his birthday ever since his parents died.

But he wanted to change that experience for her.

“I see... if you’d like, could I join you for the celebration next year.” Gold eyes blinked owlishly at him.

“You... you would really want to spend my birthday with me,” she asked slowly, a small seed of hope blossoming from within her chest. Talbott nodded.

“Y-yes, of course.” Talbott blushed as the girl suddenly hugged him and slowly returned the unexpected embrace.

“That would be amazing, Talbott. Even though I can’t celebrate with my dad like how I use to, I know he would be happy that I have someone else to celebrate with me. Just so you know, I’m gonna find a way to make your birthday special.” Talbott smiled, touched by the girl’s words.

“Just as long you expect the same from me, little bird...” Judith blushed, separating herself from the Ravenclaw before he could see.

“S-so... you’re interested in astrology too? I remember spending nights stargazing with my dad and grandmother back in my homeland...” Talbott nodded, mentally storing that little tidbit before answering,

“Yes, I am. However, I’m no fan of horoscopes or the belief that they influence anything in our personalities. Though I must admit, they’re fascinating to explore.” Judith let out a chuckle.

“That’s fair but consider it this way: They can give you an idea on how a person could possibly be.” Talbott turned towards his date with a smirk.

“Is that so?” Judith nodded.

“Take me for an example. I’m a Libra, but I balance out my personality, see? Sweet and fierce. Aloof but caring. And so on...” Talbott cocked his head at this, thoughtful.

“That’s an accurate observation... as an Aquarius, I’m apparently intellectual and analytical. Which I suppose I am if you count my poetry as being intellectually minded,” he mused. Judith nodded slowly at this, looking Talbott in his eyes.

“Depending on the person, poetry can convey deeper thoughts and emotions. Taking on double meanings using a play on words. It can be well thought out or straightforward.” Talbott stared wide eyed at the girl before looking away, coughing into his fist to hide his blush.

“I see... that is... that is a very good analysis,” he commented.

‘Brains and beauty, what more could a wizard ask for,’ he pondered helplessly. In the midst of his thoughts, Judith fiddled with her fingers, embarrassed.

“S-Sorry, I do find poetry to rather interesting...” Without thinking, Talbott found himself saying,

“Perhaps I could teach you how to write it some time?” Judith perked up at this.

“R-Really? I would love that. Andre has mentioned that he’s seen you writing a lot more recently...” The Ravenclaw fought back a exasperated sigh.

Of course his nosey mate would tell his crush this.

“Well, yes I have. I’ve been trying to improve, often taking inspiration from things I find beautiful,” he mumbled, sparing a glace at the Hufflepuff. Judith had her head cocked to the side, much like a curious owlet.

‘Damn it, why must she be this cute?!’

“And what has inspired you lately, if I may ask?” Even though he knew the question was coming, Talbott couldn’t help but to freeze.

“Um... well... y-you actually,” he said slowly. He looked at the girl to find a wide pale gold eye staring back at him.

“M-me?! B-but, I’m not...” Judith fought the lump in her throat that formed around the final word. Talbott frown as Judith trailed off.

“Don’t talk like that, you are beautiful. Any of those idiots who bullied you would be lucky if you so much as glanced at them.” Now it was the Hufflepuff’s turn to frown.

“None of them would even look at me after I kicked their asses in first year. My social standing wasn’t that great even before the incident, that fight made it even worse. If people were scared before found out about my scar, they were terrified after the fact,” she grumbled, staring at her hands. Talbott could see the anger in her eyes, masking away the hurt that lingered underneath. Unconsciously, he reached out to gently raised the girl’s gaze to meet his own.

“I-I see what you mean... I’m sorry, little bird. I should’ve picked my words more carefully... What I mean is... I find you fascinating. And well, if there are people left in this school too short-sighted to see past your scar or your involvement with the Cursed Vaults. Those people are fools.” Judith could feel her heart race as she looked in Talbott’s eyes. She could see the sincerity in his firm gaze, making her blush.

“O-Oh, that makes sense... T-Though I-I’m curious. You... you weren’t scared of me when we first met? Or have you been secretly watching me? You strike me as a silent observer, I know I am...” The Ravenclaw smiled as he let his hand drop.

“No, I wasn’t. I was actually surprised you weren’t intimidated by me when you and David approached me about becoming Animagi. And... I do admit, I occasionally think of you and watch what you do in class but that’s about it. And I suppose I am... I do prefer to wait and see before passing on any judgement,” Talbott replied. Judith cracked a grin before laughing.

“Maybe a little nervous, but I wouldn’t say intimidated. I was scared you would find us annoying. And I’m genuinely surprised you don’t have more admirers or been on more dates. There are plenty of pretty and smart girls who don’t have a target on their back,” Judith said aloud, looking up at the celestial bodies above them. Talbott let out a soft hum at this.

“Maybe.. but to be fair, I’ve never been interested in dating until you came along...” Judith blushed, sparing a glance at the Ravenclaw.

“Because I’m fascinating?” Red eyes gazed upon the girl’s face with a soft look.

“Yes...” came the breathless response. A small shiver ran down the girl’s spine.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how so,” she asked quietly, looking up at the wizard under her curly lashes. Talbott nibbled at his lower lip before answering,

“Like I said before, you come across as warm to your friends, but you’re a force of nature towards your enemies. Like a tigress, you tear across the Quidditch Pitch. Your eyes...” Judith blinked out of surprise when the boy leaned closer to her face.

“Your eyes are captivating pools of gold. Breathtaking, beautiful, and so soulful... They’re bright like the sun and hold a comforting warmth like that of a flame alit at a fireplace. They speak for you when words can’t. That’s just some qualities I can name right now...” Judith fanned her heated face as she glanced away from her date.

‘I wasn’t expecting that answer...’

“That’s a rather unique answer. Something tells me I’m gonna find out more about how you see me,” she said when she finally got her blush under control. Talbott smiled at his adorable date before looking at the starry sky.

“I hope to find out more too...” Judith looked over at the handsome wizard, finding herself scooting closer.

“I just hope you like what you see...” She saw the smile grow a fraction wider.

“I’m sure I will...” Judith noticed how close how their hands were before forcing her gaze upwards as well.

‘I held his hand before, why am I suddenly acting so shy about it?!’

“There’s so many stars tonight and they’re all so bright. Makes you really feel small under what seems like a never-ending universe,” she said aloud. Talbott’s hand shifted closer as he leaned back a bit, his fingertips coming into contact with Judith’s.

“It definitely seems like it when you put that way...” Talbott trailed off, perking up as a stream of light shot across the sky.

“Look a shooting star!” Judith perked up alongside him.

“Oh! Quick, make a wish,” she said. Talbott glanced at the girl, biting his lip.

“I wish... that we could do this again some time,” he whispered, no longer looking at the sky but the beautiful enigma next to him. Judith noticed this and willed herself to speak.

“T-That’s a wish I would be happy to make come true...” Talbott’s smile could rival some of the stars twinkling above them.

“I’m glad, thank you little bird,” he said softly. Judith reached out, intertwining their hands together before looking away.

“Y-you’re welcome, Talbott...” The young wizard felt his heart flutter at the feeling of her hand in his, squeezing the smaller limb.

‘Yup, I’m too deep in this... Crap...’

Much to the flustered Hufflepuff’s relief, a little Horse guardian walked up to the pair, curious to know who was with his caretaker. Talbott was surprised to see the magical creature boldly walk up to him.

“Hello, little one,” he said softly as blue eyes blinked at him. The young Prolock walked up closer, nuzzling the Ravenclaw’s leg. Slightly bewildered, Talbott turned to Judith, who had a loving smile on her face.

“That’s Baron, one of my personal favorites. He was incredibly skittish at first, but grew to be more comfortable around me and the other creatures I have. He gives the best cuddles.” Talbott felt his heart melt as he watch the Hufflepuff gush over the horse guardian.

“I see... I never been the best with creatures outside of the owls in the Owlery,” he said. Raising a tentative hand, Talbott reached down and began stroking Baron’s head. The magical creature perked up, leaning into his hand happily. Judith could see Baron tail wagging as Talbott scratched him behind his ears.

The girl let out an elegant snort.

“But yet you managed to tame a Hippogriff? Come on now, Talbott. Give yourself more credit, I know Baron does. He already likes you,” she insisted. The wizard blushed a bit at the praise before chuckling.

“I suppose I can give Care of Magical Creatures another go...” A bright smile made its way on Judith’s face.

“You definitely should! I would be more than happy to help you. I’ve been learning about magical creatures ever since I was able to read. Plus, spending time with Professor Kettleburn and Hagrid helps a lot.” Talbott could feel his heart fluttering at the possibility of spending even more time with the girl. Talbott smiled at her.

“I’d like that very much, little bird. I do hope to spend some time with a Knarl. I’m fond of them, they’re just the right amount of suspicious.” Judith giggled.

“Then you and Ash would become fast friends. Little rascal kept biting my hands every time I tried to care for him,” she said with a playful eyeroll. The boy couldn’t help but to chuckle at the fond exasperation in her tone.

“I would love to meet him.”

“Play your cards right, and one day you will.”

‘If I play my cards, maybe one day I could have your heart…’

Talbott glanced at his watch with a sigh. It was getting late and they had to head back before Filch becomes an issue.

“Shall we head back to the castle? It is getting late.” Judith let out a dramatic sigh, not really wish to leave just yet.

“If we must...” Talbott chuckled at her.

“Believe me little bird, I wish the night could go on forever as well... maybe I should’ve wished for that instead, he playfully pondered aloud. He got the giggle he was looking for.

“I don’t think even a shooting star could fulfill that. Though, we could always walk back extra slow,” she suggested. The teenage boy squeezed her hand with a boyish grin.

“Yeah, we can do that...” With a few scratches from Talbott and a hug from Judith, the pair sent the Porlock on his way before making their way back to the castle.

“So, are you worried that Andre will grill you for information about how tonight went?” The Ravenclaw let out an exasperated groan, much to the Hufflepuff’s amusement.

“Andre is a good bloke who means well... but by Merlin is he one of the biggest gossips at school. It wouldn’t surprise me if I get ambushed the moment I step foot into the Common Room.” Red eyes glanced at the girl.

“What about yourself? Would David and the others do the same,” Talbott asked. Judith rolled her eyes.

“David is always pulling my leg one way or another. And I honestly didn’t expect Tonks and Charlie to crash our date. I don’t even know how they knew where we were. But I do expect the student body to make a big deal about it. A lot of them don’t have much to do with their spare time but gossip,” she sighed. Talbott gave a sympathetic nod.

“That is very true, they could do with keeping their nose out of peoples’ business.” Judith sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck, looking up at the boy.

“I hope you don’t regret going out with me once your peace becomes compromised...” The slightly larger hand holding hers squeezed gently.

“I think it’s well worth the risk, little bird,” Talbott reassured, giving his date a soft smile. One he would reserve for her and her only. Judith felt her face heat up at the sight, urging her fluttering heart to calm down.

“I-If you say so, Talbott... but I do have a serious question for you...” Talbott let out a soft hum, waiting for her to continue.

“I-I-If w-we do continue g-going out... h-how do you feel about meeting my d-dad?” Talbott pondered over this.

Talbott has heard about the 6′4 giant of a man who was the girl’s father. His first appearance was during their second year, when Judith tried out for the Beater position on the Hufflepuff Quidditch position. Andre had burst into his dorm room, gushing how he got to meet the man. He was an ex-Beater when he attended Hogwarts many years ago and was considered to be one of the greatest for his time. He didn’t take it on as profession however, probably to try to be present at home for any family he would have. The one thing that is undeniable is the love he had for the girl next him. While he’s never seen it, he can tell how much Judith adores her dad and how much he adores her. By the sounds of it, there’s no mother figure in her life so her dad is all that she has.

Talbott wanted to be with the girl, and meeting her dad would be a massive step for the both of them...

It was a step he was more than happy to take.

“I-I would be honored. Meeting a parent is always intimidating b-but I’d liked to give it a try... especially for you...” Judith fought back the blush as she smiles brightly at her date.

“At least you’re honest. Papa can be intimidating but he’s a warm and wise man. I think he’ll love you.” Talbott willed himself to breath as her words settled in his mind. If what she’s saying is true, then he could have a family. Something he hasn’t had since he was 9 years old.

He can’t wait for that day.

“I look forward to it, little bird...” Judith let out an airy laugh.

“I bet, bird boy... I do hope we can do this again soon... I never said this before but... I really do like you...” Talbott gave her hand another squeeze.

“As do I. And thank you, Judith. Perhaps we could take another trip to Madame Puddifoot’s with no interference.” Judith giggled at this.

“I would like that, I never got my “unspillable” hibiscus tea tonight.” Talbott chuckled, deciding to play along.

“Very true, perhaps she’ll give us the recipe. I’d like to try it sometime.” A smirk tugged on the girl’s full lips.

“I think she would have to kill us first.” Talbott returned it with one of his own.

“Or swear a blood pact to never tell another soul lest we suffer a horrific death. Judith threw her head, let out a warm laugh.

“That would sound about right. Afterall, everyone has their secrets.” Judith said this as they approached the Hufflepuff Common Room. Talbott waited for to finish entering the secret passage to enter her Common Room before speaking again.

“I hope to find out yours, I had a wonderful time tonight...” His hand that held hers, slipped free before finding the little Hufflepuff’s waist. Judith squeaked when Talbott pulled her flushed against his body, nuzzling her temple. Judith gazed up at the boy with a flushed face.

“I-I... I-If you plan on sticking around, you just might...” Judith stood on her toes, pressing her lips against the Ravenclaw’s cheek. Talbott stared at her, slightly dazed as she pulled away and out of his grasp.

“G-Goodnight Talbott, s-sweet dreams.” With that parting, the girl hurried into her common room. Talbott stood there for a few seconds longer before a smile broke out on his face.

He turned to leave the basements to his own common room, touching his cheek in the meanwhile.

‘I think I may have found my mate for life...’

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