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b1rds3ye · 10 months

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Can you make a fic / short headcanon of how the COD men reacts to reader riding those bull mechanical? Their usual bar/pub has installed a new attraction which is that bull mechanical. Either they dared reader or reader wanted to try to ride, depends on the character. You know how those bulls move makes the rider look like they’re grinding?? Yeah I wanna know how the guys reacts to that 👀

OHOHOHOHO GOT IT thank you for sending in the request!! This is the first one this blog has gotten 🥳🥳 I hope you enjoy~

Ride On

The local bar has installed a mechanical bull for an extra activity among the drunk and whimsical. One day off duty, you decide to give it a go and have some fun, and it seems the boys are enjoying it just as much as you.

Characters: Captain John Price, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, König

GN!Reader w/ no physical descriptions (except you're shorter than König)

Word Count: 2.5k (~500 each)

Genre: Fluff, Spice, established relationship

Warning: Spicy (but no smut), 18+/MDNI, awkward dialogue (it’s the cutest thing during flirty time fight me)

A/N: I don’t even write stuff that’s mildly spicy so I hope I did a decent job - also apparently mechanical bulls can do some real damage oh my god???

Captain John Price

On duty Price may be your direct superior but off duty you were more than free to do as you please even in his presence, he had always been clear about that. So he knew you were up to something when you sauntered up to him asking him for permission to go on the mechanical bull in the middle of the bar

He could only stare at your deceptively innocent smile for a moment before repeating the mantra that you could do what you want, his free hand automatically reaching into his pocket for a smoke as you strutted to the mechanical bull. You were going to be the death of him

He’s sure this is what emperors felt like in the days of old. Food, drinks, some very enticing entertainment and Price feels like he’s on cloud nine. Sitting by a table, he lounges back, thighs spread as he takes up the entire space of his seat and then some, feeling like a king as he watches you on the mechanical bull. He does not move, save for the occasional shift as his pants tighten

When you’re done riling him up, Price stays put as you approach him again. He can’t hide the incredible smugness he feels when the hungry eyes of strangers trail you, only to look at him in envy when they realise you’re already taken. He isn’t bothered by any of their stares, he can easily give any of them a piece of his mind

“You’ve got guts, love,” Price huffed out a puff of smoke. He remained seated by his table while you stood beside him, his face directly in line with your torso. His gaze travelled along every line and curve of your body that was so tantalisingly close, he could feel the body heat emanating from you. He stifled the urge to lick his drying lips.

“I did a good job though, right?” You beamed. He quirked an eyebrow at your sickeningly sweet voice. So you were going to keep up this charade, as if your face was only flushed from the physical exhaustion of remaining upright on the automaton and not from being so close but so painfully far away from him. Even in the darkness, he could see how your pupils swallowed your irises but he chose not to comment on it - he wasn’t faring any better.

“Passable. You’ve got two choices, sergeant.”

You swallowed, a shiver travelling down your spine as Price tilted his head down, idly extinguishing his cigar against the ashtray.

“Either you go back on the bull for some further training, give everyone here a sight for their sore, miserable eyes…”

Price regards you again, head up so that you could finally see his full face. Like a man lost for days in the desert, he gazed at you as if you were an oasis. Eyes lit up in awe, full of reverence, yet glazed over in carnal hunger.

“Or we leave this pub and you give me a private encore.”

Simon “Ghost” Riley

The instant he saw the new attraction he instinctively groaned under his breath. He already knew that you, Soap and Gaz will be provoking each other for some sort of competition. He’ll interfere if anyone seems uncomfortable but if it’s all smiles and laughs he’ll just quietly watch on with a mirth in his eyes reserved only for you and the task force (he will make a quip about you lot behaving like muppets though)

That being said, he already knows how suggestive a mechanical bull can look. When it’s decided that you’ll give it a go, Simon can only exhale slowly out of his mask, mentally preparing for an unexpected trial of restraint

He slinks back into the darkness of the bar, one with the shadows. His eyes shine like jewels as they reflect the treasure that is you. He drinks in the sight, committing it to memory. If from the bull you manage to see him in the gloom, his gaze is so intense it can single-handedly throw you off the automaton

Even off duty, he’s good at keeping his composure. When you return to him, you almost mistook him for being completely unfazed by your little stunt on the bull. But his voice is a little gruffer, the muscles in his throat straining with every syllable. He shows his neediness through his presence, you won’t be alone for the rest of the night as he accompanies you for even the smallest of errands

Rubbing your shoulder that was bruised from falling off of the bull, you beelined for the rest of the task force, only to get unexpectedly pulled towards the corners of the bar where the lights could not reach.

“Simon?” Your voice is barely above a whisper as you feel his hand splayed across your spine. He was never big on public displays of affection, he was possessive in that all of his love will be seen by you only. Daring a move like this has you turning to him in concern, but he didn’t seem uncomfortable in the slightest.

“We’ve got a problem.”

“And that is?”

Simon doesn’t reply, not verbally. He takes your hips in his hands, you can tell he’s trying his best to be gentle but his fingertips dig ever so slightly into your skin. Guiding you back to stand just in front of him, you grunted as you felt a hefty weight against your backside. Now that is a big problem indeed.

“Need you,” he rasps, voice so thick with air they were barely discernible words. You allowed him to pull you further against him, a guttural groan escaping him. “Fuck, didn’t know you could ride like that.”

“I’m a soldier of many talents,” you replied. He huffs against his face mask, digging his face into the crook of your neck. “I suppose I could go again. Just, not on the bull.”

Simon’s lips curved into a smile that warped the mask against your skin. His hands on your hips tighten, you won’t be escaping him anytime soon.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

When Johnny’s eyes settled on the mechanical bull, he then took a brief glance at you and his mind went places. This absolute menace is conjuring up a million and one ways to get you on that bull ASAP (with your wholehearted consent, of course)

He’ll do anything, making a dare, teasing you, trying to make a bet, just so he can see you mount that thing. He’s a dedicated man, once he has a goal he’s seeing it through, no matter how many playful slaps and lighthearted glares you give him. He’ll even set an example and go first - he’ll be flattered as hell if he can get you out of all people riled up

Johnny thinks he can handle it, but he’s always overestimating himself when it comes to you. He can’t play off how you’re bothering him as your hips slide forward and back against the saddle. He can only clear his throat uncomfortably and choke out a fake laugh when the rest of the 141 comment on how quiet he’s become

He bit off more than he can chew, he thought he was the smooth one for being blessed with such a sight but he’s finding himself more bewitched by you by the second. When you get off the bull he gives you a feeble punch on the shoulder, trying to act like he’s alright but really he’s completely at your mercy, hovering around you near begging you to give him attention

You didn’t even have time to greet him as Johnny pulled you away from the rest of the task force, down into a quiet corridor of the pub. His silence was unnerving, you asked him if something was wrong but his only response was his lips against yours. When you reciprocated, the Johnny you knew was back with you, smiling into the kiss with an exhale of eagerness into your mouth as he traps you against the wall with his body. His weight against you, it was already hard to get a breath in as he claimed your lips again and again and again. But what truly made you gasp was the hardness that brushed against your thigh. It was initially so brief, you could credit it as a phantom of your own lust, but as Johnny got bolder, it rested permanently against your upper leg.

Now that he made his predicament clear, he reluctantly pulled away from you, just enough for him to speak. His heaving breaths burned against your skin, no more than his azure eyes that bored into yours.

“I got another thing you can ride, aye?”

You burst into laughter as you gave him a playful shove on the chest. It did nothing push him off of you, his smile widening at your countenance.

“Johnny, that was awful.”

“I ain’t lyin’. My li'l MacTavish needs some help.”

“I swear to god I’m leaving you.”

“You know you love me. Now are you gonna help me or no?”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle has a playful streak, when he sees you eyeing the new attraction he’ll approach you with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he slides some cash to you. “This twenty says you won’t last five seconds on that.”

And with that, a light-hearted competition started. Kyle’s intentions were genuinely innocent, he just wanted to have some fun beyond drinking the night away. After you gave the bull a go he was wholly planning to try after you to show you how it’s done - and possibly impress you with superior balancing powers

It started off fun as you laughed at the odd movements of the bull under you and Kyle smiled with you. He’s willing to give up that twenty as you were clearly having fun

What he did not expect was how as the mechanical bull became more erratic, bucking indiscriminately in all directions that the sight seemed more… suggestive. A yelp of surprise from you has him situating himself behind a table, ensuring no one can see the growing issue below his hips

He dares a look at the rest of the task force who are taking in the sight innocently. Soap is shouting encouragements like a battle cry, Price pulls a face that’s a mix of amused and impressed, Ghost offers a single dip of the head in respect and now Kyle feels dirty, guilt mixing with arousal into a sinful concoction that drips down his tightening pants

As you returned back to the task force, Kyle immediately came up behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist, he sat his head on your shoulder, cheek against yours. With his entire body smothering yours, his whole being moved with every inhale and exhale of yours as you tried to recollect yourself after that exhausting ordeal of the mechanical bull.

“Getting touchy’s not going to make me forget about that twenty, Kyle,” you chided with a smile. You hear a little hmph as one of his hands dip into your pocket, resting over your hip bone. He slips the note in but his hand stays there, his thumb tracing over the wrinkles in your pants.

“You looked real nice up there, you know,” he mumbled into your ear before giving it a peck, arms tightening around you possessively.

“Feels like you enjoyed it,” you whispered, voice disappearing as you noticed something firm pressing against your ass. Your laugh came out far too weak. “Is that a pistol or are you happy to see me?”

He chuckled, husky and restrained, too distracted to reply. His hand in your pocket was becoming more animated, rubbing at your skin. Even through the fabric, you can feel how hot he is, only getting warmer as he gets more antsy, his free hand now tugging and teasing at your shirt.

Kyle spares a look at the rest of the task force, clearly distracted with their own drinking and antics.

“Do you think they’ll notice if we leave?”

“... No, let’s go.”

König

König will never ask you to go on the mechanical bull because he’d never go on it himself. Putting on a show for a whole lot of strangers in a pub? Potentially embarrassing himself in front of said strangers, his allies and you? The thought already fills him with dread and he is empathetic to never ask for such a thing from you. That being said, when it’s established you’re more than happy to give the bull a go, he’s not going to stop you

He knew how suggestive a mechanical bull can look but he figured he could handle it; he did not reach the rank of colonel by giving in to every temptation. But he should have known better when it came to you, your mere existence making him feel like he lost all composure and combat experience

Upon noticing the lustful stares of others, König doubles as a bodyguard. He slowly stalks around the bar, using his hulking figure to strategically block the view of you for others. He also takes note of anyone who seems a little too fixated on you, not hesitating to send a glare their way

Once you lose to the bull, he waits by the edge of the ring, taking your hand to escort you back to your friends. He does it both to be a caring partner for you, but also he’s preening as onlookers visibly deflate upon realising that if they want to get to you, they have to go through him

König’s hand was tight around yours, you could feel it occasionally twitch, aware of his own strength and trying to loosen his hold on you.

“Entschuldigung, mein Schatz,” he grumbled. “You wanted the night here, but I must leave.”

“Why?”

König turned his head away in embarrassment, but you noticed his eyes dipped lower for a split second. When you followed his gaze, you took a moment to pride yourself for getting your partner so riled up. It was only broken when he gently took your chin with his free hand, tilting it up - or just anywhere away from his growing predicament.

“It is embarrassing,” he muttered. “You were just having fun, but I am here… needing.”

“Not at all,” you smirked. “I wanted you to notice me.”

“I am always watching you, Schatz,” König whispered. He was getting bolder - or perhaps more desperate - with every word, the hand on your chin moving down to settle on one of your hips. You tilted your hips into his grip and the consequent breath he emitted was forceful and ragged. “I did not think such a machine could be so… crude.”

“But you liked the sight, right?” Your voice was smug as you pulled his face down to be in line with yours. You now had a perfect view of his eyes that were alight with lust, pupils blown so wide you could not distinguish if it was the gaze of a predator or prey.

“Zu viel.”

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#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x you #task force 141 x reader #captain price x reader #john price x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #könig x reader #könig x you #/*avery actually writes*/#/*avery checks the mailbox*/

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krossan · 10 months

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A quick talk in regards to a little concern I have with Dan after AGIT. SPOILERS AHEAD . . . . . . . . . .

You know I’m here for Dan. And I’m always will be. He’s been my favorite character ever since. When the comic was close to the release, I was so nervous. I didn’t want him to be obliterated or forgotten, but luckily it went better. So many people and friends messaged me saying that I WOULD enjoy the comic. And I kept asking “Why they are saying that I WOULD?” And then it happened. I was so thrilled abt the why Dan was doing the things he did cuz that WAS exactly the main point of my siblings AU. Why Danny was able to get a second chance and NOT him? And OH BOI. Vlad was AMAZING? I now have respect for that old man. And PLEASE LET’S NOT FORGET JAZZ. BLESS JAZZ! And with now the trio being more of ghost HELPERS and NOT hunters... Jazz wanting to d a thesis and having Dan there... COUGH COUGH COUGH . .please, I beg . Now, what is my MAIN CONCERN? The clone. I hope we can get some sort of sequel to this as there are some cliffhangers, specially that one with Valerie and trying to develop a lore with the Ancients, but in case it happens, I REALLY,

REALLY,

REALLY wish they don’t get rid of Dan’s original form (the bulky boi). My head continues spinning around as Dan takes the clone as a vessel to anchor him to Danny’s timeline (the now canon timeline), but also this doesn’t mean he lost his body, right? He WAS ABOUT to but Vlad came in first. Vlad helped him stabilize until they found the most quick solution at the time, which was the clone. IF we could get a sequel, it would be interesting to see the struggles of Dan living inside the body of a 14 year old clone body, but if he goes full ghost he goes back to his bulky form? or Vlad creates a new not-so-teenage-body form for him?.... For my take, losing the OG body/of what makes Dan unique would be the same as sending him to oblivion. I want badass Dan still taking part of it.

#danny phantom spoilers #a glitch in time #agit spoilers #dan phantom #dark danny

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honeybeefae · 11 months

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pls do the sexting prompt (nsfw obv) but i cant pick which bat boy bc i wanna read it for them all so u pick :)

Also this is such a fun idea i cant wait to read them all!!

Passing Notes (Bat Boys x Reader)

BINGO: Sexting

(Okay so obviously we don’t have a phone but we can do it the old-fashioned way ;). I figured I’d do each bat boy since I couldn’t choose either so take your pick or take the lot! Also, Azriel’s took a different turn for sexting but I hope you guys like it? I didn’t want to repeat the same prompt that I did for Cass! Enjoy!)

WARNINGS: Smut

RHYSAND

You were in the library with at least three different books scattered across the table. It was late and you knew your mate was waiting for you in bed but you needed to get this done. You were so close to finding the answers you were looking for in regard to some myth, it was within your grasp so you were going to stay up until it was solved.

A small note appeared in front of you, right as you went to mark something with your pen and you smiled and shook your head.

How cruel to leave your mate alone and cold.

He was such an Illyrian baby. You almost didn’t reply, not wanting to entertain his theatrics, but you couldn’t resist teasing him.

If you are that desperate for company I’m sure Cassian wouldn’t mind joining you.

It vanished into thin air and you went back to your book, your eyes narrowing as you began scribbling until the note appeared once more. What had you started?

Cassian wouldn’t be keen on the company I wish from you, darling.

You bit down on your bottom lip and crossed your legs. He was in one of those moods and you knew you soon would be as well. The two of you had a very hard time keeping your hands to yourself and when you were working like this, your mate made it his personal mission to distract you in the best way possible.

Your pen hesitated over the paper as you wondered if you wanted to get into this with him but when you saw the image he sent down the bond of his cock in his hands, you folded quickly.

It looks like you’ve got things taken care of on your end, my Lord. What exactly would my purpose be?

A rush of heat went down to your sex as you shifted in your seat, unable to focus on what was in front of you. He took longer than normal to respond and you couldn’t help but imagine why. At this rate, you would be running to your bedroom before he could even finish his sentence.

I want to make sure you’re taken care of, Y/N. I know that ache inside you is growing, I can feel it. Let me ease it for you.

The sound of your chair scrapping backward was loud as you allowed your hands to wander underneath your pants, finding the wetness of your cunt as you slowly rubbed yourself. Two could play at this game.

It was tricky to write with one hand occupied but you managed, proud of your work as you sent the paper back as well as a sly picture of where your fingers currently were to him.

How would you ease it? I can picture many, many different ways but my favorite is with your head buried between my legs and your cock in my mouth.

Rhysand gave a harsh tug on the bond and you giggled breathlessly, knowing it was a warning to behave. You responded by sending him another image but this time it was of you riding him from earlier, your entire body on fire from how desperately you needed him.

A soft breeze swept over you as you opened your hazy eyes to find your mate looming over you, his cock standing proudly while his jaw was tight. You smirked, crooking your finger to beckon him forward. He immediately fell to his knees and lifted your legs over his shoulders, kissing the inside of your thigh as you ran a hand through his dark locks.

“Wicked woman.” He purred, giving you a smoldering look before diving head-first into your cunt. You gasped and arched into him, your tasks long forgotten as you welcomed the distraction.

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CASSIAN

“Does everyone understand what we are going to be doing?” Feyre asked while standing at the head of the table, making eye contact with the entire group. They all nodded and you were doing your best to keep up but your mate was making it increasingly hard to do.

Cassian sat beside you, his aura oozing with nonchalance as he slipped a small piece of paper to you. You frowned, trying not to roll your eyes as you opened it underneath the table like you were in school.

I know what I am going to be doing ;)

You coughed to cover up your snort, shooting him a playful glare before shaking your head. Feyre glanced at the two of you but Elain asked something that thankfully got her attention off of you.

The pen in your hand flew swiftly across the page as you wrote your response, sliding it back over to him and folding your hands in your lap.

I know where you’ll be sleeping if you do not pay attention to our High Lady, General.

He shifted in his seat, a small smirk on his lips as he wrote something down. You sighed, realizing your mistake in playing into his antics while he slid it back over to you again.

How can I pay attention when all I can think about is your hair in my hand, you gripping our headboard, and your cunt gripping my cock?

A small whine was building in the back of your throat as he turned the heat all the way to a ten. You crossed your legs and bit down on your bottom lip, the meeting losing some of its importance as you contemplated a response.

Your pussy was starting to develop a heartbeat as you reread his words over and over in your mind. He was watching you, one of his hands covering his mouth to hide his grin as he got you hook, line, and sinker. You were screwed.

Fuck you.

It wasn’t a clever comeback but he had pulled out an ace when you least expected it. He always had this effect on you, to make you speechless and melt like butter in his hands. The voices of your friends started to get fuzzy as you moved in your chair, biting back a moan at the friction.

No, princess, that’s your job.

His reply was instant and your cheeks grew hot from both frustration and lust. You didn’t want to reply to him, hoping that by ignoring the situation you could regain control, but Cassian was one step ahead of you.

One of his hands ‘innocently’ fell to your thigh, the tablecloth hiding his dark intentions as he immediately traveled up to your panties. There was already a wet spot forming and you took a huge gulp of your wine when he thrust a thick finger into you.

It was nice but not what you wanted, your sex aching to be filled with his cock. You raised your hips slightly, trying to get him to either go deeper or add more, but he kept that teasing pace. His finger curled and found your g-spot easily, rubbing it while biting his lip as your hand gripped his arm tightly.

“Y/N!” Feyre shouted, breaking you from your spell as you shot straight up and winced. All eyes were on the two of you, knowing looks and smirks from some while Azriel and Nesta looked annoyed. “Look, I know the mating bond is new-”

“I’m so sorry, Feyre, and everyone,” You blurted out, squealing when Cassian picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“You are so right, Feyre. I think we might go fix that situation right now so we don’t cause any more distractions. We’ll catch up tomorrow.” He called, winking at Rhys who gave him a knowing look and eye roll.

“That’s not-” She tried to argue but the two of you were already outside and in the air, his arms tight around you as you giggled loudly. You were both going to be in trouble tomorrow but for tonight you were going to enjoy each other.

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AZRIEL

The dress Mor had lent you was a scarlet red with a plunging neckline and a slit so high you were nervous that you were going to end up flashing someone. It was something you wouldn’t normally wear but with your mission at the Court of Nightmares, you had to dress the part.

You were currently seducing one of the higher court members, his ego so easily inflated that you were a little bored with how easy it was. All he wanted to do was brag about himself, his wealth, and his ties. He wasn’t particularly interesting but he was harboring a book in his room that your friends were stealing as you speak.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you here before. I saw you were visiting with our High Lord. Are you a friend of his?” He asked you, his hand grazing the back of your waist.

A small shrug and some made-up story were enough for his prying to be sated, though the same couldn’t be said for his wandering hands. You masked your frown, trying to cover it with a yawn until you felt something slither around your ankle.

It was cool and firm, caressing your skin as it traveled upward while you looked down in confusion and alarm. You didn’t connect the dots until your eyes found your mate, Azriel, standing in the corner with an evil glint in his eyes.

Of course. He was jealous.

As if on cue you felt him reach out through the bond, tugging on it with frustration that had you placing a hand over your chest in surprise. The man in front of you raised an eyebrow, his lips curled over the rim of his glass.

“Are you alright? You look as if you've seen a ghost.”

“I'm fine,” You replied, sending a warning look to your mate when the man took a sip of his drink. “Just a chest pain, nothing more.”

“Well, as I was saying, my father,” The man continued on as he had been all night, not noticing you bite down on your lip as those shadows slid further up your thigh until they were teasing the outside of your underwear.

Your body flinched from the contact as you tried to control your facial reactions. Azriel was risking the whole mission with this stunt but fuck it felt good.

“Are you even listening to me?” His voice was curt as you tuned back into whatever he was blabbering about. “You know there are plenty of other females-”

“No, no, I'm so sorry.” You rushed to soothe him, grasping his upper arm just as the shadows squeezed through the fabric of your panties to rub your clit. “I think the wine might be disagreeing with me is all, I feel flushed.”

He surveyed you, taking in your heated cheeks and glazed eyes before a dark look graced his face. His nostrils flared and you realized with great horror and embarrassment that he could smell you. And he thought he was the reason.

“If you were so desperate, young lady, all you had to do was ask. I can smell you.” He whispered into your ear, suddenly too close for comfort as Azriel continued playing with your body like a violin. “Shall we go back to my room?”

Before he could even lay a finger on you your mate appeared behind you, his stature menacing as he shot daggers at the man. You subconsciously moved closer to Azriel, your body practically vibrating as you swallowed a needy whimper as he picked up the speed on your clit.

“Is there a problem here?” Azriel asked lowly, dangerously, which actually had the man taking a step back. “I couldn’t help but notice how close the two of you were getting.”

“Is that a problem for you, Illyrian?” The man sneered, going to grab your arm to pull you into him. “Your owner needs to put his leash back on you.”

A thick silence followed his comments as Azriel stepped toe to toe with him, his wings flared in a show of dominance before Rhysand stepped in to cool down the situation. He looked at you for answers but your mate started pulling you through the crowd and out the doors the minute his High Lord took over.

“Azriel, Azriel!” You whisper-shout, having to basically run to keep up with his strides. “You just ruined the whole point of tonight! I had it under control and I don’t even know if they’ve had time to-”

You gasped when he suddenly turned down a dark hallway and shoved you against the wall, a large hand over your mouth as he rutted into you. His cock was straining against his pants and when you whined underneath him, it flexed in need.

“You didn’t have it under control. You let that man touch you, to think that he was the reason you’re soaking wet under that dress.” Azriel snarled, his lips inches from yours. “I’ll be damned if I let any other man think they have claim to you. And I’m going to show you what happens when you forget that.”

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aureum-lepus · 4 months

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Severus Snape x fem! OC Araminta Tobbat

by aureum-lepus

Warnings: none

Word count: 2065

Note: Hello and welcome! This is the start of my Severus Snape x OC fanfic and I am so excited to share this! Please forgive me any mistakes regarding writing or spelling or anything. English is not my first language and have no beta reader (if anyone is interested to help or to talk about anything regarding writing, don't hesitate on messaging me!)

But long story short, please have fun reading and please give me your honest feedback 💖

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Dear Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,

I hope you are in the best of health. I am pleased to inform you that I am. Breeding rabbits this year is a bit...troublesome. My little darlings are afraid of all the dogs and snakes that have been hanging around the neighborhood lately.

I heard that the famous Harry Potter will be spending his third year at Hogwarts this year. That sounds very exciting. How is the boy doing? I can still remember my time at Hogwarts very well. How I wish I could roam through those magnificent halls again.

But let's get to the point of why I'm sending you an owl. My work at one of the local Muggle hospitals around here is going well, but it is not the true fulfillment. I'm sure you've already filled all the professors' positions with some exquisite people. The circumstances mentioned above do not allow me to spend my life here any longer and I would be very happy if I could come back to Hogwarts. Could you possibly have a vacancy for me in the Hospital Wing or do any of the professors need an assistant?

I am very pleased to hear from you, Professor Dumbledore.

With the very best and kindest regards,

Minty Delaney

The hand of the man holding the letter was bony and old. Older than it should be. Nevertheless, he read the letter with his lips curled and almost pulled into a smile. The paper on which the message was written looked worn and was slightly yellowish in color. It gave the impression that the owl that brought him these lines had flown an almost infinitely long distance.

Professor Albus Dumbledore rolled the old piece of paper back up into a scroll and tied it back with the ribbon with which the letter had previously been sealed. The old wizard adjusted his crescent-shaped spectacles and cleared his throat briefly. He then sat down on his wooden chair and rested his hands on the solid desk in front of him. "Please." he said in a very friendly and welcoming tone as he pointed to a chair in front of him. A witch of the still young age of twenty nine years slid into his view, her hands restrained in her lap. She took a seat on the creaky chair. Her posture was very tense and her eyes looked anxious.

"Lovley letter. I was very pleased to receive it." Dumbledore said as he tapped on the paper. "Even if I was a little surprised."

"Forgive me for this sudden outburst. The circumstances..." the woman began in a calm voice, but the headmaster interrupted her by placing his hand on his lips.

"You wanted a post in the hospital wing. You would fit in perfectly there, but I'm afraid Madame Pomfrey is already doing an excellent job there."

"I understand. But Professor, you didn't have to let me come here to tell me that. Why don't you write me this cancellation in a letter?"

"I didn't say I didn't have a position for you. Hogwarts has always kept its doors open to those who have sought help and asked for it." the old man smiled. "In your letter, you mentioned that you would also work as an assistant to the professors?"

The woman with gray hair, which she wore in a loose braid, nodded. Her eyes had a pink, almost red glow and as it slowly dawned on her what Dumbledore wanted to tell her, they lit up with joy. The old wizard stood up and walked over to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "You will be working as a nurse in the hospital wing with Madame Pomfrey. I have a feeling that we will need someone like you at times like this. However, you will also help the professors with smaller tasks if they need it."

The young witch placed her hand gratefully on the headmaster's. A faint smile crossed her lips and a feeling of security and warmth rose up inside her, something she hadn't felt for a long time. "Thank you, Professor," she almost whispered.

"Use your time with the professors wisely, Minty. Someday I'll hire you as a professor for transfiguration."

Minty Delaney giggled. "You don't really think I'm competition for Professor McGonagall, do you?"

Dumbledore patted her shoulder and took a step back. "Not at all, you are both important and valuable to Hogwarts in your own way." The old man placed his hands on his lower back and his gaze swiveled around the room. He suddenly seemed a little distant and absent. "You must be tired, Minty. I've already had your luggage taken away. You'll find your bedchamber near the Ravenclaw common room. I thought a little proximity to your old house couldn't hurt. I'll introduce you to the professors tomorrow. Luckily, we still have some time before the new school year starts."

Minty stood up hastily. She didn't want to waste any more of Dumbledore's time, as he obviously had other plans for tonight. She tilted her head forwards slightly. "Thank you very much, Professor."

She hurriedly made her way to the spiral staircase that led out of the Headmaster's office. A large eagle guarded the entrance and as soon as she got closer to the statue, it opened the exit. Her foot was just taking the first steps into the long corridor in front of her when she banged her nose against something black. She pulled her hands up quickly when she felt the impact. She felt a rough material under her hands. It seemed to be a mage's robe. 'The object' was not an object, but a man's chest rising and falling as he breathed in a little annoyed.

Unsure, Minty moved her head upwards so that her chin was now digging into the ribbed, thin chest. Her eyes became a little watery. 'What an awkward and embarrassing situation...' she thought.

Her eyes met a very tense, pale face. Dark, tired eyes looked down at her. The man was several heads taller than the small woman. Minty could barely get a whimper out of her throat. The man with black, somewhat stringy hair raised his equally black eyebrow. His already cold face didn't move an inch.

Minty was paralyzed with fear and panic. 'Move...' She felt her jaw tighten and her body tremble. Every muscle was tense. It felt almost impossible to break away from the man, who was probably one of the professors. Minty's eyes ran over the features of his face. Over the dark eyes, to the slightly gaunt cheeks, back to his thinly curled lips and finally to the large, crooked nose in the centre of his face.

She wanted to say something, whisper some kind of apology for her clumsy behavior, but no matter how hard she tried to calm herself, the spasmodic panic spread through her stomach. She opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and the man grabbed her by the wrist.

"And you are..?" the man cut her off before one single word cut escape her throat. His voice was cold and there was a hint of bitterness in it.

"I'm sorry..." Minty stuttered. She feared that the man was about to break her arm.

The wizard quickly pushed Minty against the wall next to them and moved a little further away. He still had a firm grip on her wrist, while he had drawn his wand with the other and was now holding it to her chin. "Your name."

A whimper was all the witch uttered when she touched the cold wall. She squinted her eyes now. What a terrible confrontation. Minty's knees went weak and she took a deep breath. She felt dizzy. "A-a-ara..." she began softly and weakly as a familiar voice beside her interrupted her.

"Severus." Dumbledore's voice cut through her whimpering.

The dark eyes of the man, who was probably called Severus, left Minty and focussed on the headmaster. When he saw Dumbledore put on a friendly smile, Severus knew that there was no danger from this woman and let her go.

"There was no time to mention that I was expecting a guest. Why don't you go to my office, Severus?"

The professor nodded, but gave Minty one last, suspicious look before he went upstairs to the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore was now standing in front of Minty again, placing a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Minty..." His voice seemed a little stern.

The young witch swallowed a heavy lump. She was painfully aware of the mistake she had almost made. She had almost told the professor her real name. "I...I'm sorry." Minty stroked her still watery eyes with her index finger.

"No one should know. Do you understand that? You've kept it a secret for years, don't get careless now."

A nod. "I know, Professor."

Albus Dumbledore straightened up. "Now really go to sleep. Dark times are ahead of us. Use every minute you have to yourself." With these words, he left her alone and returned to his office.

Minty wasted no more time either and set off in the direction of the Ravenclaw tower. The way there was uneventful. Strangely enough, she knew exactly where to go without Dumbledore telling her which room was hers.

She was just sure that the path was right and just before she arrived at the tower, she saw a room. A room with a marking. Minty was overcome with such incredible happiness. She felt safe and secure, despite the strange confrontation with Severus. She had felt at home after many years. She quickly opened the door and stepped into the room. Her eyes lit up with joy, knowing full well that Dumbledore had this room set up for her.

It wasn't a large room, but it was very cosy. Right on the other side was a wide window, through which the moonlight was currently shining. There was a large bed in the corner of the room below it. The bed linen was in pastel colours and, like everything else in the room, radiated a certain warmth and familiarity. The wall beside the bed was decorated with a number of dried flowers which where sorted around a mirror. To Minty's left were a pair of bookshelves filled with books on transformations, magical animals and potions. In the centre was a large white and very fluffy carpet. Minty's luggage was also there. A few candles were skilfully placed around the room to provide light.

Minty pulled the scrunchie out of her hair and a broad grin lit up her face. She quickly closed the door behind her and stepped fully into her room. She turned around a few times, taking in every little detail that was hidden here. She finally plopped down on the bed and looked at the door again. The symbol she saw outside was also on the inside of the door. It was a rabbit, its ears hanging limply downwards. That was Minty's symbol. The rabbit with floppy ears. The animal she could transform herself into.

She sighed with relief, stretched out her arms and let herself fall backwards. She bumped her wrist against the mattress a little too hard. A sharp pain shot through her and she hissed from the pain. A soft mattress shouldn't actually hurt. Minty looked at her wrist and saw a small bruise.

She immediately thought of the professor she had met earlier. She began to gently massage her wrist. There was something about this man's appearance that aroused her curiosity and interest. Still, he frightened her. Those dark eyes and that black hair...And then that nose...

He had been very slim, yet he was strong.

Minty closed her eyes.

She visualised him a little more in her mind's eye. She now also remembered the man's scent. Old books, like a library. Candles that had just been blown out. There was more, but she couldn't remember it. As if the room had been tailored to her exact needs, all the candles went out at once.

Minty Delaney's consciousness slowly slipped into a deep sleep. Her thoughts of the strange professor accompanied her into her dream world. There were some exciting days, weeks or even years ahead for her at Hogwarts.

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fangs | g.jaegerjaquez

chapter one: shit | chapter two (tba) | chapter three (tba)

▸ ▸ ▸ warnings: dark content, 18+! a/b/o stuff (pheromones, fangs, alpha-omega, animalistic tendencies), blood (a LOT), biting, drugs, gangs, fighting, (more to be added as chapters progress)

▸ ▸ ▸ wordcount: 3k+

▸ ▸ ▸ a/n: this has been in the works for a while but i finally have a bit of energy to put into it, so that's fun! also ive taken parts of omegaverse lore and made it my own, so if things get confusing, feel free to ask questions! thanks for reading!! ♡

“Shit,” he hisses, tongue running over the split in his lower lip. His glare intensifies as he shoots it over his shoulder, landing on the little turd shaking in his boots, wooden baseball bat held tight in two white-knuckled fists.

“I didn’t even do that! Y-you bit your lip with those freakish fricken fangs!” The kid argues, blue eyes wide with terror, that distinct childish whine caught in his throat.

“Right, so you swinging that bat at me had no impact on the state of my face at all?” He turns his body towards the boy, cracks his neck as he rolls his shoulders. “Sounds like a crock a’ shit, squirt.”

“Uncle will be mad if you hit me!” He reasons, knees knocking together.

“Oh, but you can hit me?” Grimmjow raises his brows, wiping the blood with a knuckle as he stalks towards the kid.

“You’re the gang’s Mad Dog! You’re supposed to be too good for me to hit!” He frowns, stepping back as the predator steps forward.

Grimmjow grins then, his hulking canines pressing uncomfortably into his lower lip, the one on the left shining with blood. “Maybe I wanted a reason to discipline the young master.”

“Jaegerjaquez,” Tousen appears out of nowhere, like usual. “Boss has a job for you.” Is all he says before turning to the kid. “You know how your mother feels about you using that bat for violence, young master.”

The kid’s pouting, obviously happy to have been spared, but upset that he’s being scolded and losing his babysitter-slash-impromptu-martial-arts-instructor all in one fell swoop.

“Where’s he want me?” Grimmjow straightens, rubs the sweat from his hands down the thighs of his faded blue jeans, re-pops the collar of his barely buttoned Hawaiian shirt. Tousen regards him coldly through the lenses of ridiculously priced glasses, as usual, like Grimmjow is worse than the dirt beneath his stupid black leather loafers.

“The usual place.” Tousen turns his nose up at Grimmjow, and gestures back to the kid. “You need to stop sneaking out of the house when Starrk falls asleep; let’s go.” He orders, heading towards the winding forest path that leads back to the main house.

“We were training.” The kid argues back, pouting. “Everyone always talks about how strong the Mad Dog is, and I’m gonna be stronger.”

“Strength isn’t necessarily how hard you hit, or how many bones you break, Kaiden. Remember that.” Tousen sends Grimmjow one last look before the pair disappear behind the yellowing Japanese Maples, the young master waving frantically and promising to return.

This makes Grimmjow grin, smirk elongating as he heads back into his shack, imagining how Aizen’s prissy bitch of a left hand man has to listen to the kid praise him. What makes the young master’s idolisation of him that much sweeter is the fact that the little brat hasn’t presented yet; Tousen can’t blame the kid on being affected by Grimmjow’s Ridiculously Potent Dominant Alpha Pheromones, has to accept that he just likes the way he is. Thinks he’s fucking cool.

Betas, as a rule, tend to harbour a little bit of hatred towards alphas or omegas, especially in their line of work, but Tousen takes the goddamn cake.

With a spring in his step, Grimmjow packs a duffel. His little house— if you can call it that— is a bit of a mess, so finding what he needs is a pain in the ass, but he manages. Ten year old Motorola Razr (in ice blue), wallet, and switchblade are all on his bed, still there from being dumped out early this morning when he got home from a job. His first aid kit, pheromone patches, and inhibitors are all in the stall he calls a bathroom, and— he checks the package— he’s running low on patches. The last thing on his mental list— his knuckle dusters— are in the kitchen sink, still caked in dried blood, but he throws them in the bag anyway.

He leaves his leather jacket and just opts for his keys; the summer’s been long and hot, and he loves the way the air feels on his skin as he speeds the streets of Karakura.

Ichimaru’s Ikeman Fantasy is a front that even the blind can see, yet it’s been untouched by the law for years. Grimmjow parks his bike in its usual spot, holds the duffle by the handle and tosses it over his shoulder, before strolling past Yammy and the other bouncers, and in through the front door.

Smells like easy omega in here.

“Afternoon, Jaegerjaquez!” Nel hollers, tits bouncing as she waves from her spot behind the bar. They never used to get along, but the years of living and working in close proximity forced them into a friendship of sorts. Now they dye each other’s hair.

“Nel,” he nods, duffle landing on the bar with a thud. “Aizen here?”

“‘Course he is,” she rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “He’s always here.”

“Like you.” He grins. “You’re part of the furniture, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she sighs, nodding back towards the kitchen. “Someone’s gotta keep Nnoitra in place. I do miss you being here, though.” Her nose scrunches up. “All the new boys are boring.” There’s a bit of bite behind her bark, and usually that’s what he looks for in a woman, but she’s never affected him. He can’t get hard for other alphas; all part and parcel of being a dominant himself. Omegas or nothing.

“Maybe if I was better at lip service.” He shrugs, tossing his feline stare over his shoulder to sus out the place.

“Or if you were worse at brawling,” she leans on the bar, those too big breasts pushing up and together in a way that makes them look like they might pop out of her shirt. “They’ve started calling you The Grim around here, you know? You come and go, then someone shows up dead.”

“That’s dramatic; I don’t kill people.” Always.

“Keep your secrets, Jaegerjaquez, I don’t want them.” Nel shakes her head, perks up a bit when someone else comes in.

It’s too early to open, and Grimmjow has no idea who this girl is. She’s cute, nervous-looking. Undoubtedly omega with her candy-apple scent.

“You’re getting girls in here now?” He asks when the candy apple omega is escorted through the lounge and into the back rooms.

“Yeah, Gin’s wanting to expand with the beauties.” She whispers, leaning close. “But you know Aizen: don't fix it if it ain’t broke.”

“Fox face wants to bring girls in here?” Grimmjow balks, a little too loud. “To work?” He questions, voice dropping.

“Yeah, for the back room stuff.” Nel looks undoubtedly uncomfortable. The main draw for the club is that it’s catered to women; less violent outbursts, less brawling, less police attention.

“Huh, never would’a picked it.” Grimmjow sighs, brows raising. “Matsumoto’s surely against it.”

“Yeah, so’s Ai—“

“You’re here,” Aizen’s voice isn’t loud, but it's commanding. There’s a quiet cruelty there that keeps people on their toes, a suppressed dominance that he’s master at concealing. “Come, Grimmjow, I have a task for you.” He’s across the lounge, standing in front of his office, the door right next to the one the candy apple omega disappeared behind.

“Sure thing,” he nods, suddenly professional. He gives Nel one last look before grabbing his duffel and slinking off towards his boss— The Boss.

Aizen’s office is the epitome of old European money; velvet chaise, dark filigree wallpaper, gold accents, cherry stained hardwood. Grimmjow feels like a stray dog attempting domestication each time he stalks into the room, can’t bear to sit lest he destroy or dirty something. The Boss doesn’t even offer him a seat anymore, just places a lowball of whiskey in his hand and starts on the task at hand.

“There’s a small motorcycle gang that’s started to sell on our turf,” he says, opening a beige folder and tossing its contents on his desk. “Need you to rough ‘em up a bit before they get too big for their boots.”

“Kids?” Grimmjow scowls, picking up the pile of photos and tossing them back to the desk as he looks at them. They’re in their late teens to early twenties, with their black leather jackets and little white baggies. “You’re sending me to deal with kids?”

Aizen sighs and sits down in his polished leather chair, taking a sip of his own whiskey. “You’re right.” He nods, leaning over the table and picking up one of the photos Grimmjow’s tossed down. “Normally, I’d send Yammy, or even Tousen— if I wanted to deal with it diplomatically— but this kid,” he holds up the picture of a blonde, his head tossed back in laughter, canine-like fangs protruding out of his mouth. “Is a dominant like you.”

He takes the photo from Aizen and looks it over, then goes through the ones he tossed and picks up a clearer one of his face. “He’s not even wearing patches,” Grimmjow shakes his head, glaring at the glossy photos. “Just swinging his dick around like he owns the place.”

“Exactly,” Aizen stands and gathers the photos, holds his hand out for the ones Grimmjow’s still scrutinising. “I’ll send the lot of them to your phone.”

“Boss, I can’t see shit on my phone,”

“I told you to buy a new one.”

“Why fix something if it ain’t broke? Besides, I got the little fucker’s face memorised, don’t sweat it.”

“They hang around by the train station at the end of the street most nights. Rough them up a bit, feel free to knock some teeth out.” Aizen smiles then, golden eyes shining as he shows his own fangs.

To the naked eye, he looks like a beta or omega with his average-sized canines, but Grimmjow knows better. Knows he’s had them filed down; that he does so on the regular.

Dangerous fucker he is.

After sticking around for a couple more drinks with Nel, he pockets a knuckleduster and leaves her with the rest of his shit. "I'll come get it when I'm done with the job." He drawls, tapping his scent blockers to test their saying power— excellent, considering he replaced them after Aizen dismissed him.

"Don't kill too many, Grim." She calls a little too loud, smiles a little too broadly. It draws attention from the other patrons, the few older women sitting at and around the bar suddenly interested in him.

"Don't lose my shit." He glares back, fang grinding on the still fresh wound from this morning when he tenses his jaw.

Undeterred, she waves him off with a smile, before undoubtedly weaving tales about his murderous escapades to the nosey hags asking too many questions. He doesn’t stick around long enough to confirm or deny his own suspicions.

The damp heat of early summer clings to Grimmjow like a second skin; seeing others unaffected— still dressing in light layers and boots, some with scarves and gloves— makes him feel a little claustrophobic, even outside in the streets. He knows it’s him who’s wrong, knows his medication has side effects and his second gender has drawbacks as well as perks, but still it’s enough to plaster that scowl to his face. At least it makes people avoid him, gives him a little bubble when it’s crowded, even in rush hour.

Hands shoved deep in his pockets, that glare is set straight ahead. He’s on a mission, and it’s something he’s not too happy about. Sure, he’s used to cleaning up Aizen’s messes, used to brawling, bleeding, biting, and bitching; but dealing with pups never ends well. These kids probably think they’re kings, think that their blonde ringleader is gonna make them rich or famous, or both.

Probably both.

Flashing fangs like that around here, though… that’s gonna get you killed.

Grimmjow’s nothing if not morally grey, however, so seeing the little posse down an alley on the way to his destination brings a rush of excitement. The sooner he can get this over with, the better.

“Oi,” he calls, entering the alley. “Heard you’re selling.”

“Who’s askin’?” One steps away from the wall— not the blonde— and tilts his chin up at Grimmjow. It takes all the willpower in the world not to match that snarl with one of his own, but he just shrugs and tries to act innocent, keeps his shoulders hunched so he seems smaller than his six-four frame.

“Just some guy,” he drawls, keeping his fangs concealed. “Why, you discriminate?”

The kid snarls at him again, infuriated, “Discrimin—”

“Cool it, Tetsu,” the blonde finally steps forward, and his pheromones are no joke. It’s been a hot minute since Grimmjow’s come across a dominant who doesn’t conceal what he is, and he has to physically stop the warning growl that wants to vibrate up his throat. “This old man just needs a hit, don’tcha grandpa?” He grins, condescending lilt to his brow.

“Nah, you got me all wrong, kiddo,” Grimmjow stands tall— taller than the blonde by at least five inches— and cracks his knuckles, apathetic grin turned evil. “I just need to relay a message to you little fuckers about who’s turf you’re selling on.”

The blonde postures, baring his fangs as his pupils blow wide, “Bring it on, old man!” He yells, pheromones turning the alley sour and crippling his friends.

Grimmjow says nothing, just mirrors the young alpha, and roars.

His pals throw up, one passes out, and the blonde’s pupils revert before his fight or flight kicks in, and he launches himself at Grimmjow. He knows the fight would be over if he just removed his scent patches, but where’s the fun in that? What kind of Grim Reaper would he be if he let it end at that?

Blondie lands a hit to Grimmjow’s jaw, and he feels it crack his bone. Adrenaline and anger mask the pain, and in an instant he’s above the kid, landing blow after blow after blow to his face with his bare knuckles, colouring his face crimson in a matter of seconds.

“Old man?” Grimmjow grunts sarcastically, the adrenaline subsiding with each moment of non-resistance. “This old man better not see you on this side of the tracks with intent to sell again, or I’ll rip those useless canines straight outta your face, got it?” He finishes, holding the blonde up by the front of his bloodied leather jacket and glaring down at his swollen, weepy face. Blondie can only groan in pain before going limp in Grimmjow’s grasp.

He drops him to the cement and glances up at the rest of the gang. With both alphas done with their brawl, the pheromones in the air have thinned, and the rest of the kids are in the process of regaining their composure.

“I fucking mean it,” Grimmjow continues with his warning. “I know you think you’re fucking invinci—”

He’s frozen by a sharp stinging sensation in the side of his neck, and when he swipes at it, something small, cylindrical, and plastic hits the ground next to his knee and rolls away from him.

A syringe.

They’ve drugged him.

“Run!” Someone screams from behind him, lurching with speed and strength Grimmjow knows wouldn’t be possible from anyone other than another dominant alpha. He grabs for Blondie, tosses his limp body over his shoulder and takes off down the alley as the rest of the gang scatters.

Grimmjow stumbles as he attempts to give chase, his vision swimming and heart pounding. He stops and crouches there in the alley behind a dumpster, closing his eyes and trying his goddamn hardest to regulate himself, to pinpoint the problem. His limbs are fine, and there’s no numbness, so that’s a plus, but he’s dizzy as all hell, and—

Slap.

He opens his eyes to see one of his scent blockers— a shriveled-looking skin-toned bandaid— lying there on the cement like it’d been used more than a few times. But he knows that’s not the case, knows that was a brand new fucking blocker and that it should’ve lasted him until at least tomorrow morning even if he wanted to sleep with it on.

He reaches for the one at the other side of his neck, and that one, too, slides off, looking a little more than worse for wear.

His pheromones have sweat the patches off.

This hasn’t happened to Grimmjow since he was going through goddamn puberty and the doctors couldn’t find the right dosage of inhibitors for him. He’s early thirties now, has been on the same goddamn pills since, and has never missed a dose. If there’s one thing Grimmjow cannot fucking stand, it’s an alpha who can’t control his fucking ruts.

And now he’s one of them.

Those shifty little fuckers have thrown him into rut.

“Motherfuckers!” He roars, knuckles meeting cement out of pure frustration, the pain that’s supposed to come with maiming oneself simply not present.

Grimmjow gets up and braces himself against the wall, breathing heavily and glancing between the mouth of the alley and the direction in which those little shits ran off. It’d be absolutely insane for them to want to stick around and try jump him, especially considering Blondie wasn’t using blockers, so there’s no doubt the end of the alley isn’t a completely dead end. Heading towards the street would only end in mayhem, so he stumbles deeper into the alley, using the brick wall for support when the cramping takes over and he needs a moment to breathe.

Fuck, he’s forgotten how this felt; forgotten just how base he goes when his hormones are running rampant, forgot how primal he is. He’s hungry. For food, for sex, for a good fucking fight.

His cock aches.

Still, he fights it. He’s not completely gone yet, but he can feel it pulling at him, irritating him, can feel it tickling his brain like a loose thread; one tug of it, and he’ll be feral. He’s exhausted, fighting the urge to pull the string, finds himself panting as he clutches at the spray paint covered brick with a bloodied hand, sweat dripping into his eyes, plastering powder blue hair to his forehead.

He briefly wonders if Aizen knew that they had this little ace up their sleeve, before deciding— with a baleful chuckle he didn’t know he still had in him— that he doesn’t even wanna know.

The last thing he sees before the world goes black is his own reflection in a shiny metal baseball bat

#grimmjow x reader #tw omegaverse #tw blood #tw drugs #leese writes

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sparklecryptid · 6 months

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Prompto had his share of part-time jobs to supplement whatever money his parents send him while they leave Insomnia for months at time. But his latest one is possibly his favourite! He always liked babysitting little kids and Asteria is super polite for a five-years-old. Her Dad is super nice too, and always gives him a takeaway dinner from his restaurant when he comes home even though Prompto told him he didn't have to, it's enough he gets paid, really.

(For his part, Ace thinks that Prompto's name sounds familiar but for the life of him he can't remember where he's heard it before)

Prompto stares at little Asteria. He stares at little Asteria who is a darling and the daughter of a very kind restaurant owner named Ace who gets grumpy when Prompto mentions how long his parents are gone but never outright tells Prompto that his parents are trash.

Prompto is kind of thankful for that, it allows him to maintain some sort of sanity regarding the whole thing with his parents.

Ace also gives him food and refuses to let Prompto leave without filling his belly full of homemade Galahdian style food first, which makes this one of the best jobs Prompto has ever had if he’s being honest. He’s gets paid, he gets fed, he gets to play with troublemaking magic toddlers who just warped across the room-

Okay, the last thing wasn’t on the list this morning but apparently Asteria has magic which means she is related to Noctis which means that she was making illusions of puppies and stars and flowers throughout Ace’s apartment for the past hour and Prompto has no idea how to DEAL.

So he calls Ignis and Noctis, who bring Gladio and they all decide they can be conflicted over this later.

First they have to catch the warptastic beast know as Asteria.

(Ace comes home to Asteria asleep and sprawled across Noctis and Prompto and as much as Ace would like to give Prompto shit for bringing his friends over Ace’s home reeks of his daughters magic and he is certain he has a good idea of what happened.

He takes a look at how worn out the boys look and has to try not to laugh even as panic wells up in him because there is no way they don’t know.

Best to rip off the bandage then.

“What did she do?” Ace asks.

“Everything,” Noctis answers, “How the hell does she have magic?”

“I have magic,” Ace offers, “Why wouldn’t my daughter?”)

#royal bastard au

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it-happened-one-fic · 2 years

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I have no idea if the requests are open or not I looked and there was nothing to say so I'm blindly asking (you can ignore it if you want) but I want to request headcones for Lilia, Maleus, Riddle and Rook for an O/S fem who is like Yui Komori, who is sweet, kind and a very nice person (you can insult her and she will still treat you kindly) but had to be a vampire sacrifice bride (and now she has a phobia of vampires, until it cost her approaching Lilia as he looked like one) she even has fangs

Thank you for the ask Anon, and sorry for the confusion! To be honest I’ve been trying to decide if I want to take requests down due to how busy school has been keeping me. But since you got your request in before any decisions were made or anything was changed I was thrilled to receive your request. It is my first one after all! I did my best, but to be honest I’ve never watched Diabolik Lovers so my knowledge regarding Yui Komori is limited. I’ve also never written for Rook or Lilia and have never written head-canons so this post is a lot of firsts! I hope you enjoy! Head-canons under the cut due to length.

Type: Head-canons/Fluff/comfort

Lilia

Honestly so sad when you seemed to be afraid of him

Please don’t be afraid, he would never hurt you.

The only time he has really pushed you about anything was when he was getting you so you weren’t afraid of him. Yes, he did enlist Silver’s help. He was a little desperate.

Very gentle with you. He understands your fears and respects them. You have every right to fear vampires. Despite loving to pick on people he would never tease you about this.

He’ll ask a few questions about your past, but as he learns how traumatic it was he’ll pull back and let you tell him on your own time. He doesn’t want to push too hard and cause you to relive something unpleasant.

In fact he wants to help you recover from your experience. It’s a primary focus for him.

To that end, he stands up for you. Advises you that there is no need to take such abuse from anyone.

That said, he understands your timid nature and won’t push the subject too much. He’ll encourage you to stand up for yourself, but also look out for you himself. Probably also asks Silver to look out for you too.

Either way it's handled and you are well-protected.

Big on hugs so brace yourself there. He is very affectionate.

Please play games with him. He’ll be over the moon and only picks games that won’t scare you for your gaming sessions.

He genuinely thinks you are the sweetest thing and constantly refers to you as a cutie.

Also finds your little fangs so cute. You match and he lives for it.

Generally very patient with you and your timid skittish nature. But don’t worry, he’s still playful. Just controlled in his playfulness.

Malleus

Please, please, PLEASE don’t flinch away from this boy. He is so used to people being scared of him, it would kill him if you were too.

Finds your timid, gentle, and sweet nature charming.

To be blunt, he’s smitten.

He actually approached you initially because you have fangs and he thought you might be fae like him. Was a little disappointed when you weren’t. Don;t worry, he got over it.

Is honestly angry when he hears about your past. How dare they treat you in such a fashion.

He assures you that you’ll never have to suffer in such a way ever again. He’ll make sure of that.

Also encourages you to trust Lilia. The old fart might be a rascal, but he would never hurt you.

Won’t stand for you being walked over or looked down on and will stand up for you. Will also encourage you to stand up for yourself, but will understand if you are just too skittish to do so.

He’s got this, his scary reputation has its uses after all. All he has to do is shoot them a look and whoever is bothering you runs for the hills.

He just, really adores you and the fact you are with him despite your timid nature. It really sends him over the moon.

Also, cute couple points. Dark looming fellow with a timid girlfriend that hides behind him.

It destroys him when you hide behind him. You really are just too cute. It’s bad for his heart.

Riddle

So, so good. He takes such good care of you while also being his stiff, slightly awkward self.

His awkwardness is actually really good for you in a weird way. He isn’t likely to push too far with affectionate acts and he’s really patient.

Sets up an entire set of rules between the two of you so that he doesn’t cross any lines.

Rule # 1: No neck kisses. He doesn’t want to scare you.

Was honestly so mad when he found out about your past. He went red-faced and everything. Didn’t calm down till he realized he was scaring you a teensy bit.

Was so gentle after that.

Your timid nature is such a good fit for him. It really helps him to calm down and lose his temper less. He doesn’t want to scare you.

Less huggy than the other people on this list because he really doesn’t want to upset you. He could never take seeing you get scared because of him.

However, as he gets more confident and learns what does and doesn’t upset you he will cuddle on occasion.

Cute couple #2. Cater is totally taking pictures of you two and posting them with sappy hashtags.

Rook

Heartbroken when he hears about your past. Immediately goes in for a hug. It’s comfort time with Rook.

Like Lilia, he doesn’t question too much. He would rather you tell him about your past at your own pace.

Adores your kind but timid nature. You’re like a little bunny, albeit a fanged one. So innately sweet and adorable, but also so, so skittish.

Hence why he calls you “Mon Lapin.”

Careful with affection lest he distress you, but don’t worry. You are still cuddled, kissed, and hugged profusely.

Man can’t help it.

Constantly tells you how beautiful and precious you are with French sprinkled throughout his grandiose declarations.

Also, I hope you like poetry dedicated and read aloud to you.

You’re probably going to end up getting embarrassed and blushing a lot so heads up. Brace yourself reader.

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raphaelesbian · 24 days

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Absolutely tickled by your Shredder/Splinter swap AU. Uh. Long ask warning. Like. Thinking about how in Lone Rat and Cubs Splinter's like, validly, "What did I do to deserve this? :(". Cinder meanwhile-- "What did I do-- oh wait yeah. What did the turtles do though?"

Young Raph and Leo getting super into training (taught for self-defense, I'm guessing), and Cinder just. Begging them to get a different hobby. Please. He'll even give the children noisy toys (the bane of many a parent) if they would just. Stop.

Michelangelo, already manipulative as a younger brother, being an absolute MENACE under this new parentage-- Cinder may not be a great manipulator, but he certainly had enough charisma to inspire a coup.

Cinder would probably be like, "Absolutely NOT," in regards to Donnie and April. (Romance is DANGEROUS, kids!!!) Which, since it'd probably be a harsh, instinctive reaction... would not be great for Donnie's character development.

Miwa meanwhile... her choices in teenage rebellion are either 1. be laidback in response to her father's seriousness, or 2. be murderhobo in response to her father's values. Since Saki's alive, #2 is looking really appealing... (Kinda reminds me of a crack AU of mine-- TL;DR Shredder realizes after killing Shen that he Done Fucked Up and wants to be better. Somehow this doesn't stop S1 from happening.

Point is, they share this vibe:

Saki: Look Yoshi, I understand you wanting me dead but could you stop sending teenager(s) to try and kill me? It's not good for their mental development!

Yoshi, who does not want Saki dead: My kid(s) are WHAT?)

oh my goddd I'm literally OBSESSED with this omfg???? you took that thought and RAN with it and I love it so much fhfashglk.

EXCELLENT point about the way lone rat and cubs would play out differently. Like, Cinder ABSOLUTELY believes he deserves his fate to be mutated and outcast from society, but his boys? They didn't deserve any of that. They don't deserve to have HIM as a father. But they do, so he does his best to care for them and not make them feel ashamed of what they are

(though, now that I think about it, I think he would do a much worse job of it than Splinter. Though Splinter ALSO is not a huge fan of being mutated into a giant rat lmao, he wouldn't have Cinder's belief that it's, like, a punishment. He talks positively about being a human, AND his life as a rat with his sons, and though they can tell he misses being human, I don't think he really gives much of an impression that his whole being-a-rat is a bad thing. Plus, Splinter leans into it a lot with his cheese phone and his cheesesicles and the rat wheel fhdaksghkasghlk.

Cinder would be different, I think. He may not outright state it, because he's not dumb lol, but I think it would come through more that he views his mutation as an overall negative thing (that he deserves), and he would not be one to encourage the rat jokes. So the turtles may be a bit less positive and comfortable with their status as turtles. Idk, sidebar fhadshksdglk)

FHALSGHKDSG, Cinder literally trying EVERYTHING to get them to stop being so interested in fighting. he gives them finger paint. he gives them loud toys (where raph gets his drum set fhdkasghkds). he scrounges up an old video game console. they still like sparring the most. what remains of his fur is going grey

oh man, Mikey would be DANGEROUS. which also, just another tangent, I do think it's so interesting that what we see of Shredder in 2012.... is NOT particularly charming or manipulative! which, like you said, he had to be charismatic and convincing enough to inspire a whole coup. What we see of his strategy seems to be mostly threats, which yeah, works NOW that he's super powerful, but in the beginning? nah. we see SOME charm in the tale of the yokai episode, where he tries to convince Shen to leave Yoshi, but that's p much it. So like, idk, it's interesting to think about. My interpretation (mostly) has been that, like, he just kind of loses control at the start of the show with the re-emergence of Yoshi, and the super-aggressive Shredder we see is kind of out-of-the-ordinary. Like, that's him when he's enraged beyond belief. but idk hfashgklskdgl I think it's very ambiguous...

ANYWAYS, omg the Donnie angst angle??? Literally that never even crossed my MIND but you're so fucking right. idk if you read my father/daughter one-shot but the description you gave of a harsh, instinctive reaction called to mind how he snaps at Karai in that one, which, idk. I like that thought a lot. it would absolutely drive a bit of a rift between Donnie and Cinder, that's for sure.

omg yes that's literally EXACTLY the vibe I had in mind for Miwa. To Yoshi she's like "I'm just here to support you, I really don't want anything to do with Uncle Saki" and Yoshi is like "I understand <3"

Meanwhile Miwa is sneaking out at night to attack the turtles and try to hunt down (and kill) Cinder. Meaning the turtles are EXTRA convinced this Hamato clan is up to no good, Cinder is SURE that Yoshi wants him dead, and Yoshi is just like ":(((( why won't my brother talk to me.... I just want to move forward and find a way to be a family again...."

Miwa: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk dad maybe he just sucks and we should go home

ALSO I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT THAT CRACK AU IF YOU EVER WANNA SHARE FHKASGHKSDGLK. literally I am obsessed with any potential for Saki to like, Try and Improve, bc it's something we really don't see ANY of in canon, but he's SUCH an interesting character.

#splinter shredder swap au #asks

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shimmering-jewels · 1 year

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guess who decided to cave in and join the ask blog squad (me!!!! :))

anyways, im here to answer asks with silly little drawings and occasionally post lore things related to my ocs (usually in the form of art, but i might do a little writing as well). for all of u sending asks do know im pretty much fine with anything, interactions with ocs and canon characters, mini rps, worldbuilding questions, anything goes!

now with that out of the way, lets introduce the stars of the show shall we? ;)

Four Jewels, Fleeting Notes (she/her) is an ancient that managed to survive past the times of global ascension, outliving her entire species. She is now taking refuge in her local iterator superstructure, performing various maintenance work for her kind’s creation. She is a highly nostalgic individual, with a very particular relationship with ascension and the Great Problem. There is more to learn about her on her toyhouse page, especially regarding her personality and appearance, but there is also a lot of secrets untold regarding her past life and the actions that brought her where she is now ;)

Although Jewels is the oc the blog is centered around (cause she is the one that i have developed the most) i also have some other little fellas who might appear in here, and u can submit asks to.

In Search of Abundance (he/xe) is the iterator in which Jewels is currently residing in and the one that took care of her city in the times before global ascension. He is what could be considered a low resource iterator, built with an older model by the standards of his time and with cut corners in regards to his capability for self maintenance and processing power. Due to a very important detail in his design, he was doomed to die much quicker without the help and maintenance of his citizens, thing that he tried to stop at all costs, to very much no avail. Thankfully, one faithful day, one of his old citizens decided to come back into his can...and give him a second chance.

Good luck getting this little grumpy fella to talk though, he doesn't enjoy strangers... nor talking.

A Golden Crown, Six Silver Coins (they/them) is an ancient that decided to ascend way before the times of global ascension, and even the rise of iterator. They were a mask maker, highly renowned on their field, where they made various masks and accessories for high ranking individuals and important Houses, feat which very few could achieve. They were also Jewel’s partner for a good chunk of her life, spending a long time together, even through various different lifetimes... until well, one day they uh, yknow...

// answering asks for this fella will be a little different, mostly because they are extremely dead by the time Jewels is around and answering asks herself, so if u wanna ask this fella some questions there will be a little jump back in the timeline, back to the golden times...

art by @/dieselpvnk Ever Burning Flame + white boy (they/it | he/him). Just an iterator and their emotional support scug, what else could u want. Flame misses their parents so bad it made a whole ass simulation so they could keep interacting with them. white boy likes to pelt people with rocks.

#tags that will be used throughout this blog (if i remember)#oc:jewels #oc:abundance #oc:crown #oc:flame #oc:white boy #info #art #writing #answered asks #yeah very original i know

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epickiya722 · 1 year

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[NOTE: This is long! This is an actual ask about Mineta and among other things that I thought maybe some of you may be interested in reading, but because the font is in orange (due to Tumblr glitching out on Anon and their autism) I'm posting it like this. I'm not too bothered by the color, but I'm sure there are others who may find it unreadable. Now, you do not have to read it. And if you do read it, you may comment or just send me an ask ONLY if you're polite. Don't attack anyone over this. No matter how you may feel about Mineta, BNHA, Horikoshi, a dog, a cat, ANYTHING or ANYONE... DO NOT BE DISRESPECTFUL. Please keep any of your comments that you know are rude to yourself. And now, you may proceed if you choose to.]

Horikoshi said once in some interview that mineta is essentially a self-insert. Coincidentally, early-mha horikoshi had some pretty pervy tendencies (much like mineta—probably why he thought it would be cool to have such a character never really face consequences). The most famous example of this is probably the girls hero costumes, most notably Yaoyorozu. He mentions in an aside very early on in the story (volume three or something?) that he can’t seem to help himself and her boob window always gets bigger every time he draws it. Then there’s uraraka saying she didn’t want such a tight costume, Hagakure being naked, etc. When the anime started airing there was another interview where he said he really appreciated them making uraraka curvier than in the manga, because he likes curvy women. One could also use midnight and mount lady as examples of this but I’d say it’s more of a way of discussing mature themes surrounding hero society and all of its consequences rather than actual sexualisation. Something that sets him apart, even at this early stage, from other shonen mangakas is that he doesn’t only do this to the women, but the men as well. If Yaoyorozus hero costume is revealing, what about kirishimas (this comparison is my favourite because they both need skin showing for their quirks to function well, so why is one considered bad and the other fine? Because one is a boy and one is a girl? Please keep in mind I am not trying to say that kirishima is sexualized. It’s just food for thought)? If urarakas suit is considered too tight, then look at all might. You could probably see the outline of his dick from fifteen yards away when he wears that costume. Then there’s mineta, who makes certain comments regarding the women in his class. But what about mount lady and how she treats shoto? Or one of the wild wild pussy cats asking the boys in class 1-A how old they are to see how long til she can marry them? Unlike basically every other shonen out there, the sexualisation (at least as far as I can tell) is not based in sexism. It’s across the board, and we only notice it more when it happens to women because we are used to it happening to women.

For a long time, I hated horikoshi for the same reasons I hated mineta (it was a love-hate relationship for obvious reasons). He was openly perverted and seemingly one of *those* guys. You know, the ones I’d be afraid to walk near after dark. Or before dark. But I still loved mha and really appreciated what he was doing within the story. As a side note, he writes the women very well, which is rare in shonen (again—love hate relationship with dear old horikoshi). But if you’ll notice, the farther along in the story you look, the less sexualisation there is. It’s gradual so you hardly notice, but compare volume four or five to volume thirty. The difference is stark. It’s not really that mineta has less lines (although since the war started that has been the case) he still talks, just differently.

I think what happened is, when mha started getting popular, horikoshi started seeing huge pushback to minetas character, which probably all came to a head when the anime made him say something super fucked up to eri. I don’t recall if it was in dub or sub or both, but reading back through the manga it’s a bit different and honestly could’ve been poor translation or my own misinterpretation. But in the anime it was clear what he meant. He can’t wait for eri to be older, for exactly the reason you’re thinking now. The process of horikoshi realizing his mistakes started long before this, though, and gradually you can watch him patch up the holes if you pay attention. The anime does a poor job of this, at least until season six. But around the time that season four ends (and this is present in the manga too) there is a scene of Mina tying mineta to a chair and forcing him to watch something. After that, the sexualisation in the manga is gone for good. I’d like to interpret this as horikoshi finalizing his realization and own personal character development. He is no longer pervy, just like mineta is no longer pervy.

The one exception to this rule is that infamous chapter cover. The one with Hagakure on the front? Yeah, when I saw that, it made me rethink all of this. For about two weeks I was convinced that I’d been wrong about it, and he really is just a pervert after all. But lo and behold, he said in an interview that he was running behind and didn’t have time to draw or pick a chapter cover. He handed a bunch of old concept art to one of the higher ups and told them to pick something. He said he was never expecting that drawing to see the light of day, and he figured they’d choose something a little more suited to the story. (A little fucked up that he drew that? Yes, I think so. But keep in mind, these are *old* drawings. People are allowed to change and, following this metric, I think horikoshi has changed quite a bit.)

All of this is to say, mineta is not really a bad person anymore, and also has incredible writing (whether it was purposeful from the beginning or a last minute change) which just goes to show how talented horikoshi really is.

#I'm working on 45 minutes of sleep today like at this moment #not kiya's thoughts #kiya answers #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mineta minoru #minoru mineta #horikoshi kohei

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imagine-knb · 8 months

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Hiii! It’s me! Can i request gom future reunion? So gom + Kagami going on trip or picnic, and they bring their own child. Please make Kise child twins. Sorry If my request make you confused (?) bcs this was also my first time requesting again 😅😭. If i may ask, is it okay If i send request more than once?

Hi! Yes, of course you can send in more than one request at a time! Just keep in mind, depending on how many asks are in my inbox, I may not answer them chronologically! Admin Neon

A decade had passed since their respective graduations. Ten long years where dress fittings of caps and gowns, the hassle of ensuring all credits were in order, and the buzz of ceremonies had become nothing but a distant memory.

Life had an interesting way of evolving over time. They never thought the day would come where their priorities would shift from their beloved sport to the new lives ahead of them, but each of them had changed anyway. New hobbies were picked up, forever careers were started, and different paths were followed. Despite these changes however, one thing remained: the bond between them.

Kuroko — the teacher

he doesn't have any kids of his own yet, but he and his partner are currently expecting

he's great with kids — comes with the territory of his job — so he spends a lot of the reunion corralling his friends' kids together

"Please be careful," Kuroko warned as he trailed after the kids playing in the backyard, instincts taking over.

He watches as the children — all perfect mixes of their parents — run around the large grassy area. He nearly has a heart attack when Aomine's daughter, dressed in a princess dress that's already covered in dirt stains, attempts to climb up the plastic slide in the yard going to wrong way. She's slipping every few steps and Kuroko is beside her, hands held out to catch her in case of an emergency. Somewhere behind him, closer to where the rest of the parents were mingling, he hears the keening cry of an infant — Kagami's. Fighting the urge to turn and look for the problem, Kuroko lets out a silent breath of relief when Aomine's daughter finally sits down and uses the slide properly.

He wonders if his own child will be this rambunctious one day.

Kagami — the fireman

he's a brand-new dad as evidenced by the bouncing baby boy he's holding in his arms, the babe not even a year old yet

as he's reminiscing with friends, he's telling them about how excited he is to teach his son his favorite sport one day — gets mad when Aomine says his daughter will kick his son's ass in basketball

"You're doing it wrong."

Kagami wants to retort Aomine's huffed comment, but he knows the quip he has reeling in his head would come out biting and only jostle the bundled child he's carrying. And what if he's right? After all, Aomine had been a father for much longer than Kagami — he was experienced. So instead, Kagami sits back in his chair as he fixes the other male with a glare. Large hands shift, moving his baby's weight until the child is safely tucked against his chest. The previous wail from his son turn into gentle cooing sounds, filling his ears as the tension he had felt prior melts away.

"Like that?" he asks, reassured when Aomine gives him a single approving nod.

Kise — the pilot

his twin girls are the light of his life and he would do anything to make them happy — they're a little spoiled in that regard

normally dresses his daughters in cute, matching outfits because he's a great dad and can totally tell them apart at first glance, but today they're dressed in opposing colors for his friends' sakes

"Papa?" Kise looks down to where one of his daughters is tugging on his pant leg, the thumb of her free hand pressed to her lower lip as if she had been just sucking on it. "Why is that baby so fat?"

The blonde man splutters at his daughter's innocent question, returning the glare Kagami was now directing at him with an apologetic grimace. With corralling hands, Kise ushers his younger girl away from where Kagami and Aomine are lounging and closer to the grassy field where most of the kids are playing. His eyes scan the large backyard, spotting his eldest daughter on a slide that he thinks is much too tall for her. His nerves are only calmed by the presence of Kuroko nearby — he could hear the former shadow's voice gently scolding Aomine's daughter for trying not to wait her turn on the backyard playground.

"Papa will answer your question later. Why don't you go play with your sister?"

Aomine — the cop

had he been younger, Aomine might've been jealous that Kagami had a boy first, but as it was now, Aomine adored his little girl — he was the first of this group to have a kid, so she's the oldest of this newer generation

having a girl has softened him to the sweeter things in life while also hardening him for the things she may face one day — all in all, his daughter has matured him

"Hey, brat! Uncle Tetsu already told you once to wait your turn!"

Aomine chuckles as his scolding is met with furrowed brows and a small pink tongue sticking out at him. He watches as his daughter, already so much taller than the other children, climbs off the plastic slide and switches her focus onto a nearby muddy puddle. Her dress, once a soothing baby blue, became covered in more stains as she dug her hands through the earth for something else to play with. His spouse was going to kill him.

"Man, I didn't expect raising a girl to be so difficult," Aomine gripes.

Midorima — the doctor

his little girl ends up being as much of a bookworm as her dad, so she spends a lot of the reunion with her nose in a novel that looks way too complicated for her age

since he's a doctor, Midorima's daughter has seemed to pick up on a lot of his teachings — namely, she finds anything she considered germ-riddled to be abhorant

"It doesn't have to be. You're just doing it wrong," Midorima mimics Aomine's earlier insult toward Kagami, the smirk on his face intending to be teasing and non-serious.

He avoids Aomine's seething look by glancing down at his own daughter beside him. Her eyes are cast downward, laser focused on a book she had chosen for herself for the trip — it was the third time she was reading it. Midorima feels a satisfied smile melt his previous smirk as he watches her. The soft moment between them is only broken by another small intruding hand, covered in crumbs and holding a half eaten cookie.

"Ew, it's already bitten!" his daughter squeals, recoiling away from the offering.

Murasakibara — the pastry chef

nobody expected Murasakibara to want children, but he's already got two little ones — a girl, then a boy, only a year apart — that have just as big of a sweet tooth as him, if not bigger

he makes sugary confections for a living, so hyperactive kids are drawn to him much to his chagrin; thankfully one of his kids seemed to have inherited his lax attitude toward life, but the other one...

"What did I say about sharing things we've already put our mouth on?"

With a hand much larger than his son's, Murasakibara plucks the half eaten cookie out of his hands and replaces it with a whole one that had been covered in plastic that morning — upon Midorima's request, of course. Murasakibara sighs in slow relief as the second cookie is accepted, glad that there wouldn't be a meltdown — his son always had meltdowns. When he takes his eyes of his son and shifts them over to his daughter, he notices a small redheaded boy trying to coax her away.

"Go play for a bit. It's good for you," he tells her, immediately grimacing afterword. The phrase reminded him of when he'd get the same scolding from his mother.

Akashi — the professional shogi player

Akashi is the one who called upon his friends for the reunion, so it's being held at his expansive home — as such, his son is the one showing all the other kids his large collection of things to do in the yard

he had to grow up pretty quickly, so Akashi is the type of dad that wants to make sure his son is having fun with life for as long as possible

"Be gentle, don't tug," Akashi warns as his son pulls Murasakibara's daughter further out into the backyard.

Akashi takes a moment to look at the scene in front of him; all of his friends, together for the first time in years, and their respective children are here. There's yelling and crying and hugging and scraped knees all around. It floods his backyard. The backyard he had spent many childhood years in alone. The realization that he's able to give his son something he never had pulls a small, content smile onto his face.

He walks up to Kuroko, placing a friendly hand on the man's shoulder. "Let's do this again after yours is born."

#kuroko #kagami #kise #aomine #midorima #murasakibara #akashi #all their jobs are from the official character bible!

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acacia-may · 2 months

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Hiya Acacia, I hope you’re doing well 🥰! Since you’re in a bit of a romantic mood, I thought I might ask for your thoughts on YuNeva and Zerilliam 👀? And for Platonic relationships how about Asta & Yuno and Fuegoleon & Nozel?

Sending you all the hugs and positive vibes in the world 🥰💜!

Aww Lyra! You're such a sweetheart! Thank you so much, dear! Sending you lots of love as well. 💕 I'd be thrilled to give you some ramblings. (Apologies in advance if they're too incoherent).

Zerilliam

I hope by now that you already know, but just in case you didn't, I absolutely adore this pairing! When I first started reading "Dandelion Wishes," I actually made my poor sister listen to me rant about how much I love this ship (and she hadn't even read the fic so she had no clue what I was talking about), and honestly I had more to say about them than most canon x canon Black Clover pairings, so needless to say, it is definitely canon in my mind.

William is such a sweetheart, and I can really imagine him as someone who has domestic dreams of finding love, settling down, and having a family so it warms my heart to see that he did get to have this (even if it ended in tragedy--which I will never get over. They deserved their happy ending! 😭 Even if I'll admit the angst is delicious, and their boy, Alistair, is just so precious to me).

Also, your backstory for how the two of them ended up together is just delightful. Honestly, "Dandelion Wishes" is one of my favorite fanfictions I've ever read in my life, and I have been so invested in it and in William and Zera's relationship from day one. They are so perfect for each other in my opinion, just absolutely made-for-each-other soulmates. I love how they share common interests but have a lot of balance in personality with Zera a little more headstrong and William a little more reserved. They really are in awe of each other's strengths too and have so much respect and admiration for their differences which I just adore.

Zera as a character is so vibrant and so real to me, as well. She just commands attention every time she appears, and every time she does pretty much anything, I can just vividly imagine William staring lovingly awestruck at her and zest for life with hearts in his eyes or floating around his head like in an old cartoon. (He's so in love! I'm going to cry!) Also, her quirks and the adorable way she names her plants is super endearing, and the fact that she is a florist only makes me love her more (but my family actually runs a flower shop (A/N: But I don't work there), so I think I'm very biased in this regard 😅).

I honestly don't get this intense about ships all that often, but I cannot describe to you in words how much I think about this pairing and how desperately I need them to kiss. And I mean desperately. To be perfectly honest with you, at this point, I am so invested in it that it's really hard for me to imagine William with anyone else...which concerns the more neutral, multi-shipper part of me, if I'm being honest, but this ship is just that good. Reading about them has made me laugh and cry and squeal just like (and in many cases more than) reading about any ship between canon characters, and I'm honestly just in awe of how compelling this ship and their story is. I really can't thank you enough for creating Zera, Zerilliam, and the masterpiece that is "Dandelion Wishes"! 💖

YuNeva

Aww they're cute. 😊 To be honest with you though (and I am very sorry to have to say this) in general ships with Yuno in them aren't really my cup of tea personally since I tend to see Yuno as someone who isn't all that interested in romance and (possibly) would just never really want that kind of relationship. That said, according to the Assorted Question Brigade in Vol. 31 he does have a “type” of person he likes...so who knows? Maybe someday he'll want to find love. If he did, I would definitely be supportive of that, and I'm not against the idea of shipping him. It's just not something I personally have ever given much thought to, and, for that reason, I feel pretty neutral towards Yuno ships in general and don't have many thoughts or opinions (Again, I'm sorry about that).

All of that said, if I was to imagine Yuno falling in love, YuNeva is a very sweet pairing, and they make me smile in your stories and posts about them. I really enjoyed them in COTF too! ^^ Going back to that Assorted Question Brigade I mentioned, Yuno himself described his "type" as "someone who's relaxing to be around," and that's something that really sticks out to me about his relationship with Neva. It's very comfortable and almost cozy. They just work so well together, and it feels effortless--like they just naturally gravitate towards each other and genuinely enjoy each other's company. I love that a lot, and I also love how their bond is built on mutual respect and admiration. They really support each other and the moments they can share their vulnerabilities are always very compelling to me. I also think Neva is just a great character on her own (especially her platonic bond with William. So wholesome!). I like her dynamic with Yuno a lot too and how they complement each other. I think I'm a little more invested in their friendship (because I'm weird like that), but I could definitely see them very happy together romantically and I definitely want good things for both of them, so I'd support them falling in love and think you’ve done a great job crafting their love story. 💕

Platonic Relationship Ramblings! Yay! Thank you so much for this, dear!

Asta & Yuno

Aww I adore them, and their brotherly bond. Their dynamic and rivalry which is built on a such a strong foundation of familial love and mutual respect was what initially hooked me in Black Clover, and it has been such a delight getting to watch their individual journeys and how they have supported each other through the series. I'm getting a little emotional just thinking about it, honestly. 🥹

One of my favorite things about them is just how wildly different they are as people. Asta has such a big personality, and Yuno is so reserved, but their differences are always respected and really help inspire each other. In that way, I love that their relationship is kind of a twist on the usual rivals dynamic because it isn't just Asta trying to live up to the (quite frankly very OP) Yuno but Yuno also views Asta as his rival as well because he has so much admiration for his passion, resilience, and determination. I was not expecting that when I first watched the anime and thought it was such a refreshing reveal. I love how Yuno's genuine admiration for Asta has been such a driving force for his character throughout the series.

Fuegoleon & Nozel

Yes! I love this dynamic! Nozel being tsundere about his friendship feelings is just so entertaining, and I love to see the trope used in a platonic way instead of just an explicitly romantic one. The love between friends is really important too and can also be difficult to express sometimes, so it was really great to see Nozel kind of struggle with that and struggle with how much Fuegoleon means to him and how much he admires and respects him even if he lacks the words to say it. And yes, it was kind of played for laughs sometimes, (and my sister and I made so many "tsundere besties" jokes about them while binging the anime), but even so, there is something really genuine and really wholesome about their friendship. Getting to see how Nozel reacted to Fuegoleon's injury and subsequent coma and how motivated he was by his respect and admiration for him was just really compelling, and I found the scene in the elf arc in which Nozel is thinking of their rivalry and how much Fuegoleon inspires him to be really moving. Definitely a solid BROTP!

#zerilliam is everything to me #i am so normal about them #yuneva is cute too #zera x william #zerilliam #thanks for the ask!#lyra 💜#asta and yuno friendship #fuegoleon and nozel friendship

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thom merrilin & jasin natael, prompt: contest

[Send me a character or pairing, and a one word prompt, and I'll write you a drabble!]

Thom Merilin stood, leaning against one of the marble pillars of the Sun Court, smoking his pipe, and trying not to fume to openly, as the sound of bard song, if it could be called that, drifted out over the crowd, all of whom where watching intent at the center of the room, where Jasin Natael preformed.

You were raised by wolves and voices Every night I hear them howling deep beneath your bed They said it all comes down to you You're the daughter of silent watching stones You watch the stars hurl all their fundaments In wonderment, at you and yours, forever asking more,

Natael moved in a tight circle as he sang, his fingers strumming the harp in a rapid fire motion that Thom couldn’t help but try to follow with his eyes. His steps where not quite a dance, even as he turned in intricate circles around the center of the court’s main hall, and he made no effort at the acrobatics and gestures Thom would have. Yet despite that he seemed to project a grace of his own, as he swanned about, dignified and yet captivating. Yet it rankled Thom. Even the finest court bards did a little tumbling in their performances.

You are that space that's in between Every page, every chord and every screen You are the driftwood and the rift You're the words that I promise I don't mean We're drunk but drinking (sunk but sinking) They thought us blind (we were just blinking) All the stones and kings of old will hear us screaming at the cold,

Jasin Natael didn’t wear a gleeman’s cloak any longer, though Thom had it on good authority he had begun with one. But he also was not clad in the finery of a court bard. Instead his midnight black coat was one of those the Asha’man wore, right down the twin pins shinning at the lapels. A golden dragon and a silver sword. It lent him a gravity Thom had to admit. A weight. And it his made his strange song seem….right somehow.

"Remember me, " I ask "Remember me, " I sing Give me back my heart, you wingless thing!

Thom harrumphed as the crowd seemed to lean forward, caught like as if by the Power as the song shifted, the beat intensifying, and the man’s fingers seem to somehow, impossibly, flick faster across the cords of his harp. Jasin Natael had found his way to the center of the great golden sunburst on the floor and was turning in a endless circle, his voice somehow thrown in a way that seemed to give the song a grand echoing quality.

Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring I promise you, they'll sing of every time You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child Witness me, old man, I am the wild!

“Where is the story?” Thom muttered to himself, puffing on his pipe. One of the nearby nobles turned to regard him with a gaped, googling expression, as if shocked Thom had dared speak instead of listening with rapt attention. Thom made a face at her and she sniffed, snapping her attention back to Natael and his song.

You are the son of every dressing-up box And I am time itself, I slow to let you play I steal the hours and turn the night into day By day, oh Lord, three things I pray That I might understand as best I can How bold I was, could be, will be, still am, by God, still am!

Natael seemed to glow under the torchlight as he sang, but Thom, while begrudgingly impressed by the technical skill the man was displaying, couldn’t fight back a snear. It was a good song musically, but lyrically? It was all image and poetry, feeling and emotion without shape or scaffold to put it too: the rough shod kind of thing a farmboy with delusions of grandeur would cook up. Thom would bet that was how this man had begun, for all his airs: a common farm boy, who thought a few clever rhymes meant he had the stuff of a court bard.

Fret not, dear heart, let not them hear The mutterings of all your fears The fluttering of all your wings Welcome to the storm, I am thunder Welcome to my table, bring your hunger!

Songs, truly good songs, needed to tell a story, to have character and movement. From Mistress Aynora’s Rooster, to The Great Hunt of the Horn. Even The Wind that Shakes the Willow had character, a story, a clear tale to be told. All this disjointed flitting about in Natel’s song made it so that even the most uncultured laborer would be confused by it.

Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring I promise you, they'll sing of every time You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child Witness me, old man, I am the wild!

And yet the Sun Court seemed to devour it, as enchanted by him as the Court of Andor had ever been for any of Thom’s performances. He knew a crowd that was merely being polite, and he knew a crowd who was well and truly caught. This one was caught.

Remember me Remember me! Remember me! Remember me! Remember me! Remember me!

"Remember me, " I ask! "Remember me, " I sing!

“It’s the Power.” Thom decided. It had to be. Some trick of the power to make the performance more appealing- that was it. A clever trick that fit a gleeman Wilder turned Asha’man.

Think of all the horrors that I- Promised you I'd bring! I promise you, they'll sing of every- Time you passed your fingers through my hair and called me child! Witness me old man, I am the-! Think of all the horrors that I- Promised you I'd bring! I promise you, they'll sing of every- Time you passed your fingers through my hair and called me child! Witness me, old man, old man, old man, I am the-!

Natael struck the final cord of the song in an echoing note, and the crowd exploded into applause, while Thom harrumphed again. For a moment Natael just stood there at the center of the room, basking in the adoration, breathing heavily, and then he bowed, and somehow the applause doubled in intensity.

By the time it had died down Thom had made his way into the center of the court and Natael was evening out his breathing, straightening to smile at Thom in a soft, condescending sort of way.

“Well.” He said. “That's my turn done then. And yours ready to go. Good luck.” He tilted his head, and left the old man, unspoken.

Thom sneered as he drew out his flute. He would remind these people what true music sounded like. He watched Natael wander into the crowd, plucking a wine cup from a passing serving man, and smiling back at Thom in a way that reeked of smug satisfaction. Jasin Natael knew they where competing, and believed he had already soundly won.

Smiling back, Thom brought his flute to his lips and began to play.

(Song is, The Horror and the Wild, by The Amazing Devil)

#WoT #Wheel of Time #WoT Book Spoilers #LoC Spoilers #Asmodean #Jasin Natael #thom merrilin #Wheel of Time Fanfic #WoT Fanfic #drabble challenge #the amazing devil #the horror and the wild

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morguemaw · 2 years

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Important.

So. I wanted to make this post, and my brother, and girlfriend have supported me. My brother knows this entire situation, but i wanted to come out about it because it has dealt alot of mental toll on me, and im scared of this creator. No, i dont want to interact or start drama. No, dont mention me to him. No, i dont want his apology. No, i dont want any pity. I just want to tell my story because it happened before, happened to me, and just because he has a "soft gay boy nice boy" attitude does NOT mean it wont happen again. What ill go over in this post roughly/you will get the impression of is;

Why i hate comparison

Why im fast to jump at conclusions/be defensive

and Why i mention my trauma with the UTMV community, specially under posts regarding art, art style, characters or character design.

And no, im not even posting this to try and tell people im some snowflake who cant handle criticism or compression, this is targeted to the people who have ill intent with those and go as far as to label things others do as copying or ripping off.

Yes, im okay. Yes, im going to continue what i do. No, im not wanting to send anyone after him. Please, just read what i have and understand that the way i am is because of something i have kept to myself and only 2-4 other people for the past 5 years.

Introduction.

To get it started, ill be calling this creator, he/him, by his publicly known name. However, ill also possibly switch from his name, to part of his username/nickname.

This creator in question, is the content creator named Lizherubones, also known as TwistedBones, thebastardbutcher ( here on tumblr, too. ) , ButcherZone, and his oldest username, Zippy3006. He sounds familiar because he was one of the bigger creators in the UTMV, back in the dark ages of fontcest being the normal. However, i will call him William, as that is his name, and its public information. He also goes by Will, so im sorry if i call him any variation of those names/usernames.

Other things you may read about in this is an old discontinued app called DoodleClub, a OC of mine named Ezher who is the reason why im making this post, as i wanted to draw and post him again, but the timeline will be abit scattered as trauma and blocked out memories happened because of this, however another important person, despite being lightly mentioned is another victim who i will simply call Az as of right now.

Ill try to keep this as short as i can within reason, there will be time gaps, there will be references to previous things mentioned, and if it gets rough i may even stumble on how i type and mention things too soon or later on, im very sorry.

The Start.

During the time of 2015-2016, i had first found Undertale. During it, i joined a app called DoodleClub, its where i met my brother, Glitchy. During this time, i had also joined Tumblr. With the rise and popularity of Undertale, i had seen alot of artists, some other popular names you may recognize is NSFWshamecave, BlogTheGreatRouge, and a few others whom aren't important to the story other then to get the gist of it, Lizherubones was one of the artists i had encountered, and grew attached to. I adored his style. To me, it was a perfect mesh of cartoony and pleasing aesthetics and anatomy that i just.. Well i loved it. This is when i got stupid. On DoodleClub, i would post artwork of either 100% traced or partly traced artwork of his, along with my own where i weakly attempted to mimic his style. Soon tho, i got too comfortable. Sometimes i sent him asks on or off anon, i drew him fanart, and on DoodleClub i even changed my username to "Twisted Bones", because i really liked that name. However, sometime a user, who i will just call Nutty for right now since its what i remember them by, they found out. Slowly, a few others did, and Nutty ended up reporting me to William. Now during this i never got screenshots, one screenshot i remember Nutty posting was one of William saying i was a loser for tracing, or something similar but equally short.

This ended fast, as people were on my side. But it didnt end there. Same day Nutty reported me, and word got out, i decided to confront William myself. I explained that i was sorry, i wouldnt do it again, and i saw him as a idol and wanted forgiveness. I was terrified and at my grandmothers trying to hide me talking to a almost 30 year old man about traced work. The first trauma tick with him, was when he threatened legal action against me, saying and i quote, 'Your parents will have to pay alot of money'.

May i tell you a few things;

I was a CHILD at the time. 11-12 years old, not even classified as a Teen yet. I couldnt legally be sued.

He lives in Chile Brazil, i live in Michigan USA. After about a year, and also after a third situation that happened that caused me to do alot of at the time feeling smart teen research, he couldnt have even attempted a law suit because of the fact i wasnt making money off the traced work, and that the laws are different in both states and countries regarding copyrighted content. Not just that but.. He was too far, and would have to come to me. Which again, different locations = different laws, and so on.

As stated above, i made 0 money or even thought to off his traced content. In my mind at the time, i just traced to learn the style, and ill even say it that from what i remember, i didnt trace enough to have it be my main thing.

After this, he commanded me to delete all my work, and to never return to the internet. Which i did.

Return of the Deja Vu (Instagram Arch).

Skipping to 2017, my slow return to the internet. I had gotten Instagram and decided i still wanted to draw. However, like a cow being branded, his style still stayed in my mind. Though, this time it was just muscle memory.

During both this interaction and the previous, both times William had stated his art , characters, and even worse the colors used on them were copyrighted.

In the end of this, because the more important one comes next, is people kept tagging him in my work. Saying it was familiar, asking if it was his characters, ect. Which lead to him messaging me on my now forgotten account, once again threatening the law to me. This time, however, i just told him to leave me alone as i wasnt doing anything. He had also made comments and remarks on my artwork like, "This just looks like a human version i did", or "Looks like a draw i made." ect, ect. I had made a very old, possibly lost Reddit account talking about this, which was made just within the same week of him telling me these. This situation ended fast, mainly because i went inactive on this account. If the name Zure/Zhure sounds familiar, that was apart of my user at the time.

The Big Blowout (Twitter Arch).

This is where my links and pictures come in. All are screenshotted from Twitter. This is also where i can provide more proof of things. I will mostly gloss over everything, as its foggy for me. The timeline is roughly 2019. On twitter, i still was ignorant and blind to this all. Rose tinted glasses. I wanted to just be seen by someone i looked up to and just get a small sorry if he even felt any pity. On Twitter, i began posting. I began to also like his art, but never followed. Just to try and gain his attention. This ended badly, however. After i first not only made a suggestive Human Swap Sans, at the time not realizing at this point what i was doing was taking inspiration from him rather then trying to copy, but i had also made a OC named Ezher.

Ezher was the main breaking point.

This is Ezher;

As you can clearly see, yes, he looks alot like William's own OC, Rheiz. , However, i remember clearly the source of what i liked most about Rheiz was the marks in his hair and the dark to light hoodie he wore. Something extremely important, but when i made Ezher, William was a faint memory to me at the time. So when i say source pf his OC, it was a distant memory and i didnt think much when i created him. Off topic note, but turns out that while talking to someone William considers a close friend, all i did was make Ezher half red, half blue and that made Ezher original. Who knew a color tied his fate. Sound familiar? Thats because mentioned earlier, William told me previously that he had characters that were copyrighted. He also mentioned that using the same colors as his characters was wrong, too.

Ezher will be getting a update and will be coming back. When Will found out about this, is when shit hit the fan. I got many, many @'s like this;

^ Mind you in the last screenshot, i was trying. I really was. A user named SnoweyBones also made a message on their Twitter, telling people to report me. This got my acc taken down. This is only a small part of what i personally could find. I roughly remember screenshotting the DMs + others, but they are either lost to time or something else.

If you couldnt tell, the gist of it was, William had made a post about me somewhere which in return led to a mob.

This scared me off the internet for abit, and i went into hiding for awhile until my brother started to give me more confidence, and i realized that everything that happened,

was all because someone was egotistical about a artstyle and monochromatic color scheme.

^ That was my old account. Very easy to find however, so it is what it is.

Things i found, Things you should know.

To once again clarify, im not seeking pity nor revenge. Im wanting to shed light and say my story about this artist, because this isnt the first time he has done this, let alone something terrible.

William has attacked another creator, this same creator he is following on Twitter and acting like nothing happened.

There was a situation creepily similar to mine that occurred not too long before my own. Similar insults and similar situations.

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William has a history of attacking other creators. His reasoning is that his own trauma is the cause of his actions. I have trauma with him, and the furthest i ever went was when someone used my characters (in my eyes) unique name for themselves and created a sexual variant of my OC without my consent and proceeded to openly complain, insult, and suicide bait members around them because i rightfully called them out for doing something with something of mine i didnt like, didnt let them do, nor would have ever consented to.

To sum it up.

Im not doing this as revenge. Im not doing this as pity. Because again, a close friend of his helped me and made me feel better during his final attack on me and helped me still connect to a OC of mine.

Im doing this because its for me a traumatic experience and a reason why i tend to act the way i do. Im scared to post certain characters, art, or ect without the fear of him coming around or others comparing me to him.

Again, my OC Ezher was the starting point of this. I want to draw him and love him again, but im scared of William.

Even if i have a whole redesign in mind, even if he doesnt remember me or even bother with me, even if no one cares or even if the community now isnt so butthole tight about stupid things like similar color schemes or aesthetics, its still something that affects me and has affected how enjoy the fandom.

Repeating this, but im not even posting this to try and tell people im some snowflake who cant handle criticism or compression, this is targeted to the people who have ill intent with those and go as far as to label things others do as copying or ripping off.

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Like Pieces of a Puzzle

Chapter 16

Summary: What if Harry wasn't the only extra student called upon to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Far from the most popular candidate, Draco not only has to take on the trials but also deal with his unexpected feelings for Hermione. Will he be able to face the challenges as well as follow his heart? Chapter length will vary. I'll be referencing both the books and movie versions. Some things from what I've previously written will be mentioned, all of which you can find here. And for those who asked to be tagged: @dayane245love

Two weeks had gone by and not much changed for Draco. Most of the Slytherins either kept their distance or overly asked questions regarding the tournament. He thought by now they’d given up pestering him. The first task was nearing and he hardly knew where to begin. No clues were spared, which only increased his in ability to concentrate.

He managed to maintain his focus during class, for the most part, but otherwise the stress started to get the better of him. Draco noticed the same with Harry, yet he had additional things to concern himself with.

For instance, Rita’s article. She went on about Harry and his tragic backstory. Hardly mentioned Fleur or Viktor (spelling both their names wrong), left out Cedric completely and bypassed Draco almost entirely. The part she mentioned described little. Rita even managed to mix up his wording. Luckily, she left out anything in regards to Death Eaters. He complained to his father soon after, having sent his owl home that evening. Surely, he took charge of the situation through the Ministry.

Worse though, Rita mentioned Harry being together and very much in love with Hermione. The mere sight of the words irked him, immediately sending a spark of anger throughout his body. Pansy openly teased her for Rita’s use of the word pretty to describe the teenager. Draco saw the description as the truth. He obviously kept silent on the subject.

Their first Hogsmeade trip did little to cheer him up. The weather changed to cooler winds and cloudy days. He wore a light jacket to keep himself warm, maintaining a scowl the entire length of the walk.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t know,” Draco remarked for what felt like the hundredth time to Crabbe and Goyle. “Don’t you think if I knew who put my name in, I would’ve said something?” But the boys merely shrugged and he went off ahead.

Even those two started bugging him. Pansy, on the other hand, insisted to be by his side everywhere he went. Of course, he realized by now she had a crush on him and in hindsight matching them together made sense. Any pure-blood witch (within reason) would satisfy his family. Astoria also kept staring at him too, that kind of wide-eyed, nervous stare twelves-year-olds gave when they fancied someone. Daphne seemed indifferent about the whole thing, as did he.

Despite himself, he let Crabbe and Goyle catch up before going into any shops. Draco could admit he liked the afternoon away from Hogwarts. Being their second year going, he knew where everything was and made it a point to avoid going anyplace overly crowded.

But then he noticed Rita Skeeter walking around and he darted in the nearest building to avoid her annoying inquiries. The Three Broomsticks maintained a rustic sort of look. The adults who lived in town sat next to teachers, surely trying to get details concerning the competition. They’d fail the same as everyone else.

Otherwise, he spotted a few familiar faces seated in various tables. Cho, who he only recognized due to her popularity. Everyone knew of her. She sat alongside a few friends. Then he noticed Fred and George Weasley, in the far back corner, up to their usual antics, no doubt.

Just as he thought about getting a Butterbeer, Hermione came into view. Hagrid and Moody moved away from her table, passing him to head through the door. Surprisingly, she sat alone. A drink to her right as she jotted notes down.

Draco knew ignoring her was paramount, yet a part of him resisted the notion. As Crabbe and Goyle trailed right behind him, he felt it necessary to make some kind of rude remark merely to maintain his usual self. No matter how dimwitted the pair were, they’d notice if he simply bypassed her. Maybe. He thought them too distracted to pick up on such little details.

Still, he sauntered over and swiped the parchment from the table. Reading its contents, a frown came to his face. “You’re really going a bit overboard with this S.P.E.W. rubbish, you know? Perhaps if you actually took the time to ask them what they wanted, you attempting to save them from servitude wouldn’t be the answer.”

Hermione immediately stood, maintaining her distance. “Like I can really believe anything you say when it comes to house-elves, given the way you’ve treated Dobby,” she defended, despite only knowing details from Harry. Who currently sat on the chair next to her, stubbornly refusing to come along if not under his Invisibility Cloak. To avoid Ron, though mostly to keep himself from getting rushed at by other students.

“He’s a servant, they all are. And they happen to prefer it that way.” Draco shifted the paper above her reach, holding it between his fingers. In any case, Dobby no longer worked for his family. Lucius treated him horribly while Narcissa upheld a more placid attitude towards him. He simply knocked the elf around, tending to call out orders mostly.

Hermione resisted the urge to jump up to try and snatch it back. She’d look foolish making the attempt, knowing he’d pull it away quickly. “Says you. I happen to know a little more regarding the unjust they suffer from daily. Once they realize the opportunities they could have, no house-elf would ever think about being enslaved again. Just give it back already.”

Draco pretended to take a second to consider it. “I don’t think I will. Unless, you manage to persuade me. Though I’m not sure why you’d want it. It’s pathetic, really. Why not offer to do my homework or something of the sort. Everyone knows you help Weasley and Potter. Not like I’d accept, but seeing you attempt to barter may convince me to return your silly scribbles.”

She tried to take her own advice and ignore his teasing remarks. Hermione spent endless days trying to teach Harry a Summoning Charm, in hopes it might help him out, discussing various ways to keep students from staying up too late in the common room, given the conversation Sirius asked for. Which happened to be tonight, the very same that Hagrid asked about meeting him at midnight, leaving no more than an hour between the two appointments.

Viktor also started appearing in the library whenever she and Harry were searching through books. His fan club of over enthusiastic girls annoyed her more than his actual presence. Hermione doubted he was interested in reading. Viktor never checked anything out from what she knew of. He kind of hovered close by. She thought maybe his intent was to keep an eye on the competition, yet the first task hadn’t even begun.

“As if I’d stoop so low.” Moments such as these made Hermione question why she held onto her feelings for him so tightly, almost afraid to be without them. “Honestly, you’re acting childish. Just because you see no importance in house-elves, doesn’t mean they don’t matter.”

Harry began by simply watching the exchange, hoping it’d diminished quickly. However, sitting idly by why Malfoy harassed one of his friends didn’t settle well. He slowly slipped away from the chair he occupied (only those really paying attention would notice it slid from the table) and went to a secluded corner. Harry thought of trying to get rid of him while under his cloak, yet there were too many eyes on them. Reluctantly, he pulled the material off and stuck it in his pocket before emerging.

“I know you’re not above stealing, Malfoy, but Hermione has a point,” Harry replied after grabbing the parchment. Draco lowered his arm just before he came over, allowing his grip to lesson in time for Harry to step in. With a slight apologetic look, he handed her back the crinkled page.

“Come to defend your girlfriend, have you?” Draco spat, fighting to keep the sudden spike of jealousy from coloring his face. “It doesn’t surprise me or anyone really that you couldn’t do any better than Granger.” He wanted nothing more than to take Rita’s article as a lie, and perhaps it was, nevertheless neither one came outright and denied the story.

He saw Harry move forward and Hermione’s expression change as a flash of light hit. Squinting for a moment, Draco saw Rita standing there, smiling as if quite pleased. His stomach sank, already predicting her next headline.

“A thrilling love triangle. The readers simply eat up those types of stories,” the blonde mentioned, her quill quick at work. “Harry Potter versus Draco Malfoy for the heart of one lucky girl. Of course, she only has eyes for one no matter how drawn to the other she is. Who prevails in the end, who can say, but I know where I stand.” Rita directed her gaze towards Harry for the last part, hoping to get a reaction from him.

“You can’t say any of that. None of it’s true,” Draco remarked, noticing the few glances he received from his slight raise of voice. Lucius warned him not to embarrass the family and this definitely fell under the category. “You’ll get sacked for false information. Not to mention stalking the competitors. I saw you sneaking around earlier. I’ll make sure of it myself if I must.”

“Note Draco is highly sensitive in relation to the subject of Hermione. So in love it blinds him,” Rita mentioned to her quill prior to addressing them. “My information is always true and well researched, as long as you know where to look. I think I’ll see myself out. I have an article to finish.”

At the word love, he felt his cheeks burn. Embarrassed while also angry, he glared at the pair. “This is all your fault, Potter. If you’d just mind your own business as I’ve said in the past, we could’ve avoided that mockery she’s going to print.”

“I can’t see how I caused this one.” Harry knew Cho witnessed the whole thing. He practically sensed her eyes on him now. “You came over and started bothering Hermione. Sorry I’ve got a problem with people going after my friends. I don’t usually sit back and do nothing.”

Hermione lowered her head, unsure how to calm her racing heart. Being put in the Daily Prophet for every witch and wizard to read, pinned down as Harry’s girlfriend no less, magnified her to be subjected to ridicule. Yes, she loved Harry, yet not in that sense. What will the world see her as once claimed as stringing two boys along? Especially, in regards to Draco. The three of them were likely in store for more taunting than they anticipated.

“I think we ought to go.” Hermione lightly tugged on Harry’s arm, hoping to detach them from the situation. But she paused mid-action, catching Ron’s gaze. His expression was unreadable and she wondered exactly how much he saw.

“Yeah, fine. I think I’m ready to go back to the castle.” Harry, not really thinking too much on it, took hold of her hand to lead them out of the building, in means of not losing her in the slowly growing crowd. He avoided passing by Cho directly, unsure if looking at her (and allowing himself to be utterly captivated) would aid in their escape.

Draco let out a huffed sort of breath. He saw Harry interweave his fingers with Hermione’s, proving in more ways than not, of them very much being together. He never should’ve gone over in the first place. A mixture of resentment and discomfort clung to his chest. Draco ran his hand through his blonde hair, hoping to relieve his frustration. Then he saw something Hermione left on the table. He reached for it, picking up a small box of candy, the very one he remembered telling her they still sold if she knew where to ask for it.

“There you are, Draco,” Pansy exclaimed, pushing past Crabbe and Goyle. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I wanted to ask you to come to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop. I heard it’s a nice spot for people to talk and we never really get to.”

Draco stuffed the candy in his pocket, inwardly sighing. “You mean, where couples go to gawk at each other over cups of tea? Why would I want to go to ruddy place like that?” He started walking away, returning Ron’s glower in the process as he passed him. Despite his rudeness, Pansy followed him out, to which he could only roll his eyes at and deal with her company for the rest of the trip.

#dramione #hermione granger #draco malfoy #harry potter #the goblet of fire #i have to say this chapter took a really long time #mostly because i was still sick for a good portion of january #nice comments are always appreciated #sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes

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