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uravichii · 2 months

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"best friends who kiss?"

character/s: bakugo katsuki

summary: recently, your best friend has been kissing you at random times. you have no idea why because he refuses to talk about it. either way, you're not about to let this to ruin your precious friendship.

genre & trope: fluff, best friends to lovers, angry confessions, reader is terrified of love but bakugo wants them so bad 😁, tw kind of ooc bakugo

a/n: i've been watching a lot of pride & prejudice and bridgerton scenes n i'm now obsessed angry confessions 🤩 + this is heavily inspired by that scene in little women :) ALSO i haven't posted in a year 😟 so pls be nice ik my writing's rusty in this :'D

the first time bakugou katsuki kissed you, he pretended he never did.

"what... " you brush your fingers against your bottom lip, your whole face hot. "what the hell was that for?"

"what?" bakugo shrugs, feigning innocence as he takes a swig of his soda.

you try and trace back the events that could have led to the kiss.

you said something along the lines of: "i wish i had a boyfriend. i could definitely pull a cute guy off the street."

then you heard him scoff and say: "no man's sane enough to put up with your insufferable ass." ーor something more insulting than that.

you can't remember what you said in response, and you rack your brain to figure out what prompted him to grab your face and kiss you. it's impossible when all you can think about is the unexpected supple feel of his lips, its faint ghost still lingering on yours.

"that kiss, katsuki! you violated my mouth!"

"dunno what you're talking about. you hit your head or something?"

you blink and second-guess yourself for a second.

"okay, no. you're not gonna gaslight your way out of this." you swat his arm, earning an irked glare from him. "why the hell did you kiss me?"

"you're imagining things, idiot. this stupid game's givin' ya some serious brain damage for sure."

he stands up and swings his bag over his shoulder.

"where are you going? we're not done yetー!"

and he's out of the door.

was he drunk off his soda? maybe he kissed you to mess with your head. he's not that cruel though, you think. maybe he couldn't think of any other way to shut you upー that was something he always struggled with after all.

at least the second time bakugo katsuki kissed you, he was kind enough to warn you.

after enduring the most awkward hour-long study session with him, you decide to put an end to your agony by wrapping it up. you start gathering your things when he stops you with a calloused hand on your wrist.

"what?" you turn to him, your cheeks already heating up from his touch.

there are no thoughts you could read behind those vermillion eyes, and all of a sudden, you don't know your best friend very well anymore.

he walks some tentative steps closer to you until the back of your knees hit the table. he cradles your jaw with such delicacy you didn't even know he was capable of. he slips past your awaiting lips and presses his nose on the side of your head, his warm breath kissing your flushed skin.

"punch me in the face and scram if you don't want this, got it?"

you gulp and forget to answer if not for the gentle squeeze on your wrist. "y/n, you got it?"

"s-sure."

when you two kiss, it's different from last time. it's unhurried, curious, and so intoxicating. the kiss speaks: 'i want you. i want you. i want you' but whose thoughts are these?

he groans into your lips as if to urge you to keep up with the sheer hungriness that has consumed him. you try your best to do so as he deepens the kiss with a palm on the back of your head and practically drinks you in. he doesn't pull away until he hears the tiny whine that escapes you.

"shit, sorry." he mutters, avoiding your stunned gaze.

"t's okay."

"did i hurt you?" the quiet lilt of his voice surprises you.

"no, no. i'm okay, but why'd you kiー"

"bye." he blurts out as he turns to the door and leaves, as if he didn't just invaded your mouth and permanently tainted the years of friendship you two have had. you click your tongue as the heat subsides in your cheeks.

"son of a bitch."

the third time bakugo katsuki kissed you, you let him, and he didn't stop.

you had barely escaped death when you lost your footing while sparring with todoroki. naturally, bakugo yelled the poor guy's ear off and would have murdered him if eraserhead hadn't interfered at the last second.

now, you find yourself heaving in your bed. you don't know whether your hastened pulse is from the adrenaline rush or from the fact that bakugo is all over you right now.

he's planting feather-light kisses all over youー your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids, your hands, and your wrist, as panicked murmurs spill out of him in between kisses. 'you scared the hell out of me. you have no idea, fuck. are you okay? are you really okay? tell me you're okay, y/n.'

"i'm okayー" you barely manage to gasp before he dips his lips into yours, desperate and frantic. tremulous hands find solace in your hips as he holds you, gentle enough not to mar your injuries but snug enough to assure his restless heart that you are safe.

your head feels hazy. your limbs ache and lie motionless, and though your lips could barely move to reciprocate his kisses as much as you wanted to, bakugo didn't stop. you tried to ask him about it the next morning, but of course, he ignored you and walked away.

you don't know when he stopped kissing you that night. all you know is that there was a line that was crossed, and your friendship was never going to be the same again.

bakugo katsuki is going to kiss you again. your heart thrums incessantly. whether it's dread or anticipationー you don't know.

you think about the sensation of his lips that's become so familiar to you that you've learned to crave it. it shouldn't be familiar to you, and you sure as hell shouldn't want it. so you do what you think is necessary.

you kick him in the shin.

"motherfー!" sure enough, he's pissed. "what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"i was going toー"

"no! you're not gonna kiss me again and walk away and pretend it never happened. you're messing with my head, katsuki! it's not funny!"

"wasn't trying to be funny!" he barks back.

"okay, so what exactly are you trying to do? what is this? i meanー" you stammer, struggling to find the words. "katsuki, what are we?"

he sighs and shifts his stance, his discomfort apparent. when the silence lingers on for too long, you speak.

"well, whatever it is that you want from me, we're going to stay friends. nothing more, nothing less. that's it." your breath hitches, and you don't know why you feel like crying as you speak. "... so i don't want your stinky mouth anywhere on me again."

silence weighs heavily between you. sometimes you wish you didn't know him too well, then the hurt he veils in his eyes wouldn't be so plain and vivid to you, and you would have walked away by now without an ounce of remorse.

"i like you, y/n." is all he could say when he finally speaks.

you shake your head. "no, you're just confused."

"i'm not confused. i like you."

"katsuki, you've been bitchless all your life, and i'm just the closest thing to a s/o. maybe go take a walk or something."

"i like you." he persists. "i've liked your stupid ass forー"

"stop saying that. you don't."

"i do, and you like me tooー"

"what?!" you laugh incredulously.

'who does this dumbass think he is?' is he right? surely, he's not. then what are you so afraid of in the first place? why have you been counting down the days until he kisses you again? why do you yearn for his touch as if it's something you own? why do you feel so infuriated and so tormented when he leaves the room after kissing you?

you do what is necessary again.

"you're delusional!" you yell at his face, a childish shrill that's awfully familiar to your childhood best friend.

"jesus christ." he inhales sharply in frustration. "you're a fucking pussy, y/n."

you clench your jaw and match his glare. anger surges in your chest and bleeds into your voice.

"i'm not the one who chickens out after kissing their best friend! you can't even acknowledge the fact that you kissed me because you'reー!"

"do you think i want to chicken out? why do you think i run away after kissing you?! if i stayed and confessed all this shit the first time, you would've refused to hear it like the damn coward you are!" he leans close to you, his voice lowering into a ragged snarl that quickens your pulse. "and you're just proving it right now, y/n. you're always going to shut this down and deny your feelings because you're a fucking pussy. you're terrified of relationships, and it's dumbest shit ever. pathetic, really."

you rear back from his words. if anything, you always thought it was katsuki who was afraid of love. now, you can't help but feel small and vulnerable underneath his searing gaze.

"it's not dumb..." you shuffle uncomfortably. "what, i'm supposed to ruin our friendship for a relationship that we're going to break off anyway?"

"we're not going to break it off."

"how do you know that?"

"because i'll be the best goddamn boyfriend in the world!"

"first of all, gross." you scoff. "second of all, it's never gonna work out! you're going to get sick of me in three days max."

"i've known you since we were brats, and i still want you."

"you literally said no man's sane enough to put up with my obnoxious ass."

he smirks. "i said 'insufferable ass'."

"katsuki!" you fight the urge to strangle him and punch that stupid smile off his face.

"wasn't even serious that time." he grimaces and reluctantly continues. "you know damn well you can pull any guy you want, and he'd be the luckiest bastard on earth."

if it were any other day, you'd grin at him and say 'i told you so,' but your lips remain unmoved, and your eyes stay dim. you're afraid you'll never go back to being the same katsuki and y/n again.

"this is pointless, katsuki. i mean, look! we're already fighting." you grouch and tell yourself you don't want this. "i still don't want us to happen so while this friendship is still salvable, let's agree to stay friends, and whatever sappy shit you feel for meー suck it up."

in one swift motion, he closes the distance between you, his face hovering dangerously over yours.

"suck it up?" he breathes, his face taut in frustration. "restraining myself from you is the hardest shit i've ever had to do. it takes everything in me not to kiss your stupid face!"

he shudders, weakly resting his forehead against yours as if this conversation alone has exhausted him. still, he goes on.

"and everytime i failedー everytime i kissed those lips, it was... a moment of weakness, but that's the fucking problemー you're just..." he buries his face into the crook of your neck, a desperate attempt to escape your wide-eyed gaze. "i'm weak for you, y/n. every second. and it drives me fucking insane that you keep running away from me."

he rises to meet your eyes again. the cadence of his voice changes into something weak and desperate, stripped of all the pride and anger he's ever known.

"i love youー fuck. i love you." he lets the words hang in the air, letting the words hear itself spoken because for once, you're not stopping him. "i love you, so please... let me."

after much thought and another agonizing minute of silence, you lean in to kiss bakugo katsuki.

he kisses back almost instantly and revels in the way you wrap your arms around his neck and bear your weight on him completely. he kisses back ardently, his pent-up desires and years of longing etched in the way he seeks your lips, kiss after kiss after kiss.

when you finally pull away, you're met with a devilish smirk, his begging eyes long gone. you wonder to yourself when you'll see those eyes again.

"took ya long enough." he kisses you again. he raises a brow at the way you're caging him in your arms. "jesus, no one's gonna snatch me from you."

"i'm making sure you don't run away again, dumbass."

"i won't." he says earnestly as he props his forehead against yours. "and you won't either. i'll make sure of that."

you nod your head with a giddy smile as he pecks your lips again.

"so..." you say as you exaggerate a pensive look, a cheeky grin spreading across your face. "we're best friends who occasionally kiss?"

he rolls his eyes. "you're impossible."

"recite that speech again, and i'll consider calling you my boyfriend."

"fuck off!"

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krossan · 4 months

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A Brief AU Explanation

I noticed that there are a lot of new followers that do know Danny Phantom, and others that the know very little. I am also aware that I haven't fully explained - maybe NOT in too much detail - the "story" and plots of my AU. You only have the ideas that I've been telling of this story through illustrations.

This AU is all about reconnecting with one self, with Jazz and Dan as the main two of this particular game.

Jazz remains as the same character that is portrayed through the OG show. She has always been the psychology enthusiast of the group, the one that cares for others and help with whatever she can. For her, others come first. First being her family.

On the other hand, we have Dan, an alternate entity of Danny’s ghost half and Vlad’s. A new form of entity that lost his humanity. For him to show any form of emotion is null.

Jazz involvement in this has to do with her putting everyone else first and then herself, and being keen to the study of the human-psyche, and now ghost-psyche, she secretly partakes to the role of Dan’s therapist. This was kept in secret from the rest of her friends and Danny until she can gain more control over Dan.

This, of course, prove to be a VERY difficult task. With her having to hide her constant fears when facing that “particular someone”: he could go on a rampage, have uncontrollable outbursts, cause havoc, and that he could turn against her any day/time without any remorse. She knows this, but she also knows that deep down, her little brother is still there. She’s looking to rekindle that part of him again. Of course, never knowing at what extent this could go.

And this, apparently started to bear fruit, although at a slow pace. As Jazz stood closer and closer to him, she understood that he stayed alone his entire life, and after losing everyone he cared, his violent actions were his significance of showing the world "hurting". The hurt he have been caring so many years. Now he has that second chance. To “live” a new life and Jazz wants to help him out.

With this new information, each time Jazz got close to him, Dan, instead of seeing her as an obnoxious-human-parasite, he slowly starts bonding with her. His interest increasing each day he is with her and grows more comfortable being around her (something Dan originally despised).

***

Part of this AU, enrolls on a particular context that the ghost of a halfa is sentient. The original show as proven this*. When Danny’s ghost has been separated, his ghost has a mind of his own, but when staying together, human-ghost, the consciousness of the halfa acts as one. *Episodes in question: What You Want, Identity Crisis, The Ultimate Enemy

This part that the ghost plays on the known halfas is a mayor plot point from this AU. Let me explain my concept briefly:

This roll that the ghost is part of the halfa is the one that caries the power of the wielder (human). The human can transform into the ghost and vice versa. The ghost powers remain within the ghost half. The human half acts as a vessel/host to the ghost half.

All living things have the instinct of survival. And on this case, the ghosts would do ANYTHING to keep their host safe as they are the means of a linked connection human-ghost. Not unlike the rest of non-halfa- ghosts that their link/host relies on the Ghost Zone -since they no longer have a corporeal body, the vessel for their survival is ectoplasmic energy, the one that emanates from the GZ.

***

Since Dan is no longer connected to a human, he became a full-ghost. An entity that merged from two ghost halfas. He can sustain himself alone, but strangely enough, he building a bond with Jazz, it rekindled what Jazz intended, but in an unusual way. Jazz intention was to try and reconnect Dan with his long-lost humanity. Even if he didn’t have a human half, both his ghosts may have some little information stored deep within of what that used to feel like. And even though that started to give results, the ghost also retained that of his original purpose: Protect the host.

And as the bond Dan and Jazz grew more and more, unknown to them, it caused a physical manifestation: a white streak formed in Jazz’s hair. And even if this came up as a surprise to Jazz, she later discovered that this manifestation was much more than just physical.

Dan rekindled his humanity but he, unknowingly, intertwined Jasmine’s humanity to his. Her humanity is part of him. Jasmine’s emotions have an impact on him. Whatever she feels, he can sense it, let them be good or bad ones.

They both are this new form of halfa, both human and ghost are separate life forms, but from the ghost side -Dan’s perspective- Jazz is acting as his human half. His host. That’s is why his instincts respond to protect her at all costs.

No. This new form of a halfa representation doesn't mean Jazz has ghost powers. The one with that power is Dan. This bond is more of a psychic link.

(i.e. In European folklore, you “could” say Dan is Jasmine’s "familiar", although Jazz is not considered to be a witch, but imagine the possibilities of this small plot causing people or ghosts to think Jazz is a witch… idk… random ideas)

This is why Dan is more sympathetic towards Jazz and why their bond is very important.

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It's worth pointing out that I don't have a specific name for this AU, like many people do when they create these stories. And NO. Please refrain from saying this is a romantic relationship. It is a sibling/platonic relationship.

#danny phantom #au #jasmine fenton #jazz fenton #dark danny #dan phantom

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http-angelite · 1 year

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SP RQ- The main 3 + Butters with a GN s/o that all of a sudden starts to tickle them and kiss their faces, like cheek, lips etc, in general being all cute? And if they try to do it back the s/o tries to run away, and maybe throw Pillows at them

Just being all cute

🌸

♡ kissing, tickling, and throwing pillows ♡

characters: kyle, stan, kenny, butters (all aged 16-17) ➤ gn reader

Kyle . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

he gets so shy and red when you start kissing his face. he's tense at first, unused to such physical affection. once you gently place your hands on his cheeks, however, he feels his every muscle relax under your touch. he leans into you, closing his eyes and losing himself on your lips.

but then you move your hands to his sides and start tickling him. his eyes shoot open and he yelps in surprise. he hates how ticklish he is, and does his best to hold in his laughter, but he can't keep it up for very long.

once his laughter is set free it sounds so genuine and unrestrained that it reminded you of a child's.

when he reaches over to tickle you in return, you run. he gets up to chase you but, before he catches you, you take a pillow, throw it in his face, and laugh.

he grabs the pillow and smacks you with it repeatedly.

»»————-　♡　————-««

"are you even listening?"

kyle asks. you lifted your eyes from his lips to meet his, gazing into them. he was trying to help you study by reading off questions from a set of notecards he made, but you were too busy admiring him to pay attention.

"uh, no, not really."

"why not?"

"you have such pretty eyes."

his cheeks warm up a bit, but the rest of his body freezes.

"you think so?"

he asks, shyly lowering his voice.

"i do."

"no one's ever told me that before."

your eyebrows furrow, and you almost don't know how to respond. you knew that boys typically received little compliments of such nature, but it still practically offended you that no one else had noticed how gorgeous his green eyes were. you almost took it personally, on his behalf.

"that doesn't make sense to me."

he shrugs.

"i just don't receive many compliments in general, especially about my appearance."

"but there's so much to compliment."

you stood up from where you sat across his room and walked over to him, climbing onto the bed he rest on and placing yourself in his lap. he averts his eyes, timidly.

"i don't know about that."

you scoff, almost aggressively taking the cards out of his hands and putting them onto his nightstand. He then set his hands on your hips instead.

'it's true! your eyes, your nose, your lips, your hair, they're all perfect. not to mention that you have the sweetest smile and the loveliest laugh."

at this point, he knows that there's no way you haven't noticed how red his face has gotten. He tries to think of something to say, but he's speechless, overwhelmed by your attention.

"every time i look at your cute face i just wanna kiss it all over!"

and that's exactly what you do. starting near his jaw, next to his lips, peppering kisses across the warmth of his cheek. he can't help but smile. you take his hat off of his hand to run your fingers through his hair, moving it out of the way so you can continue kissing along his forehead. he leans into you, relaxing his muscles and melting onto your lips.

"you're perfect."

you place one last, extended kiss to his lips.

"you better not be mean to my boyfriend >:(."

"okay, i won't."

he titters.

"there's that laugh that i love!"

"i'm not laughing."

"really? how about now?"

you move your hands to his sides and wiggle your fingers against him. he yelps, but quickly recloses his lips. he does his best to stifle his laughter, but fails. the way he closes his eyes as he chortles makes you smile. he squirms, trying to grab your wrists and pull them away.

"not fair! i wasn't prepared!"

"what fun would it be if you were?"

he finds the strength to push you off of him. not hard enough to hurt you, but enough to knock you backward, landing your back on the mattress you both sit on. he goes to pounce, but you swiftly roll out of the way. he lands face first on his bed, while you land with your hands and knees on the carpet. you let out a giggle as he gets up, and you crawl away when he reaches down to grab you.

"get back here!"

you lift yourself to your feet and turn to face him. he jumps up from the bed and makes his way toward you. you back away, nearly meeting the wall behind you. he lunges at you, but you dodge, and he almost lands his face to the wall. you run back over to his bed as he continues to chase you.

"stay back!"

you yell, grabbing a pillow and throwing it in his face.

"agh! how dare you!"

he grabs the pillow and corners you on the bed, smacking you with it repeatedly. you put your arms up to shield yourself, all while giggling.

"okay! you got me, you win!"

he throws the pillow to the side and sets his hands on the bed at your sides, using them to hold himself up while hovers over you. your faces are inches apart. you're both still giggling and trying to catch your breath. he stares into your eyes, smiling winsomely.

"you know, i think your eyes are really pretty too :)."

Stan . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

he isn't as ticklish as kyle or butters, but finding just the right spots that make him squirm is a task that you've managed to accomplish.

his laugh is soft and adoring. he not only laughs at the way you tickle him, but also, partially, at the cute determined face you make when you do so.

he hits you with a pillow, knocking you back as he tries to tickle you in return. you try to escape, but he catches you.

he pulls you under him so he can kiss you. when you part, you take his face in your hands and begin kissing all over it.

he giggles with a dopey smile, and you swear you can see his pupils morph into hearts.

»»————-　♡　————-««

you and stan were playing video games together, sitting on pillows placed on the floor in front of his television. you didn't often play videogames together. partly because he initially went to his friends if he wanted to play games, and partly because you sucked at them. and he had picked the type of game that you were the worst at: first person shooter.

and, man, was he kicking your ass.

"dude, you suck at this."

he said, a bit too enthusiastically. he was right tho, but you were too competitive to be beaten so easily. this fight didn't last long, however, because he quickly defeated you; but not as quite as quickly as he would have if you had already accepted your fate. he throws his fists up in triumph.

"ha! i beat you again!"

you grumble, crossing your arms and refusing to look at him, but he keeps talking.

"i forget, do you just like losing?"

"shut up! you just got lucky."

"got lucky for the 10th time in a row."

he laughs, amused at the pout evident on your lips. he found it so adorable, how competitive you were, how you crossed your arms so ardently.

"oh, you think it's funny?"

"yeah, i do."

"i'll give you something to laugh about!"

you tackle him to the floor and start tickling him. mercilessly, of course. he gasps, the continues to laughs, unabashedly. he does his best to push you off, but, again, you don't go down without a fight. he resorts to grabbing one of the pillows you both were sitting on and hitting you with it, knocking you back. He then sits back up in front of you.

"you're a sore loser."

"whatever, you're a sore winner."

"you're cute when you're mad."

he leans closer to you, your faces now inches apart. you feel a subtle heat rise to your cheeks.

"shut up and kiss me."

he closes his eyes and presses his lips to yours ever so delicately. you can't help but smile when you part and he looks at you so softly, witch such fondness.

"i can't be mad at this handsome face for too long."

you place your hands on his cheeks, caressing his skin with your thumbs. he closes his eyes, pressing his face further into your touch, before turning his head just slightly enough to plant a kiss to your palm. you incline to lay a kiss on his cheek. one kiss becomes to, and two becomes four, until you're littering pecks across every inch of his face. he smiles wide, his face turning pink.

"i'll beat you next time."

"sure you will."

he moves his hands to your sides and starts tickling you. you try to crawl away, but he grabs your legs and pulls you back underneath him.

"you'll never beat me!"

Kenny . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

he throws a pillow in your face to make you pay attention to him if you aren't doing so.

you throw it right back at him, immediately feeling a little guilty when you see his puppy eyes and pout.

you lure him into your arms with the promise of a tender embrace. you kiss him allover his face, running your hands through his hair. he basks in your warmth and affection.

you catch him hella off guard when you suddenly start tickling him. his boisterous laughter makes your heart swell.

he manages to remove your hands from his sides, holds you tightly against him, unable to escape as he tickles you back.

»»————-　♡　————-««

"y/n. y/n. y/n."

"yes, kenny?"

he groans in frustration when you answer without even looking up from your phone. he comes over to where you rest on the couch and sits next to you.

"when are you gonna get off your phone?"

"in a minute."

"you said that like three times already."

"well, i promise this time."

he groans again, almost comically slumping back against the sofa. he was bored. he wanted you to look at him, talk to him, pay any attention to him. you hadn't kissed him in almost 15 minutes and he thought he was gonna die. you notice him get up, but you still don't move your eyes from your phone. he grabs a pillow off of the couch and chucks it at you, hitting you in the face and knocking your phone out of your hand.

"you gremlin!"

"gremlin??"

he gasps, cartoonishly offended.

"you're so mean! :( i just wanted your attention."

"aw, i'm sorry, sweetheart. come here."

you hold out your arms. he climbs on top of you and lays between your legs with his head placed against your chest. you slide the hood off of his head and run your fingers through his hair, gently scraping your nails on his scalp. you lay your lips on his forehead, then his cheek, and his jaw; making your way across his flushed face. he sighs in content and softens into the warmth of your body. he closes his eyes, only opening them again when you stop.

"why'd you stop?"

you snicker, wordlessly moving your hands to the hem of his jacket. you lift it just enough to slip your hands under, feeling the bare skin above his hips.

"oh?"

he smirks. you look into his eyes with a fake, sultry smile. you lean forward, pretending like your about to kiss him, but then you start fluttering your fingers against his skin, tickling him. he begins laughing uncontrollably, and you let out a villainous chuckle.

"you tricked me!"

he pushes himself up and away from you and falls back onto the cushions behind him. you lift yourself as well, following his movements. you lean over him, reaching for his sides again and continuing to tickle him, and he continues to laugh.

"you're evil!"

"you wanted my attention, you got it. happy now?"

he grasps your wrists, removes them from his waist, and, by them, he pulls you towards him. you fall on top of him and he wraps his arms around you.

"i am now."

you smile into his chest. you feel one of his hands trace your waist, while the other arm is still wrapped around you, keeping you in place. then he starts tickling you! your laughter is muffled by his parka. he giggles as you try to escape.

"how's that medicine taste? your own flavored?"

"yes and i don't like it!"

Butters . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

he loveslovesloves any and all attention you give him.

he immediately leans into you when you start kissing him. his face grows warmer and warmer with each peck you plant on his skin

your heart fills to the brim, nearly overflowing, when you hear him giggle. you felt like you could listen to his sweet laughter all day. so you tickle him! and he laughs even more :)

once he gets away from you, he grabs a pillow and swings it in front of him, using it to protect himself.

and while you're distracted, he pounces, gripping your sides and tickling you in return.

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once he catches sight of you, his eyes light up and the corners of his lips turn upwards.

"y/n!"

he shouts, excitedly getting up from his bed and rushing over to you.

"hi darling! <;3"

you meet him halfway, wrapping your arms around his neck and rubbing your cheek against his. his arms tightly encase your waist as he closes his eyes, cherishing your embrace. he rests in your warmth for a moment, before moving his head so that it was in front of yours, without either of you removing your arms from around the other.

"what are you doing here?"

"i was just missing my favorite boy."

he was so effervescent when he spoke to you. when you speak to him in that sickeningly sweet voice in return, heat rises to his cheeks, making his skin bloom with a soft pink. you move your hands from around his shoulders to place them on the sides of his face. you look into his eyes so lovingly, making his heart beat so fast that he swears that its moments away from bursting through his chest.

"well i missed you too baby!"

you hum happily in response, bringing your face closer to his before planting a gentle peck to the tip of his nose, then under his eyes, onto his cheeks, his forehead, and the bridge of his nose. he can't help but giggle at the way you so vivaciously scattered smooches along his precious face. you just loved to love him, but he enjoyed it even more than you did.

"you have the cutest laugh."

"well, i don't know about the cutest."

"it's true!"

he averts his eyes, bashfully. you find the strength to tear your hands away from his face, grazing your fingertips against his collar, down to his chest, until they rest, for a moment, at his waist. then you start moving your fingers, fluttering them against his sides to tickle him. he lets out more of that wonderful laughter that you lived for.

"see?"

he stepped back, but you followed with your hands still attached to him. he continued until he met the edge of his bed, then quickly turning himself to climb on top of it. and before you can do so yourself, he grabs a pillow and starts swinging it in front of him, hitting you in the process.

"stay back!"

he shouted cheerfully as you crawled onto the bed with him. he then threw the pillow at you as a distraction before tackling you. he starts tickling you just as you did to him.

"haha! i got you!"

he swore that all colors became more vibrant when he hears you laugh. he thought that you were the one who truly had the cutest laughter.

hi! tysm for reading! this is my first ever request, so i apologize if it's not all that great. i kinda unintentionally took some creative liberties, but hopefully you still think it's cute :)

also ty for requesting! i rlly hope you like it <3 any and all feedback is appreciated.

#south park x reader #south park x y/n #sp x reader #sp kyle x reader #sp kenny x reader #sp stan x reader #butters x reader #butters stotch x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny x reader

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c4n1d43cup1d · 3 months

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Some hogcanons. notes (me rambling) under the cut

So silver was the reason i wanted to make this in the first place despite him looking the most on model (not entirely obviously, but i don't have many hcs for him). Mostly i wanted to draw his height compared to the other hedgehogs since him being freakishly tall despite being younger than sonic and shadow is funny. I saw someone say hes probably the most conventionally attractive hedgehog and i think that's true, hes a pretty boy and his fur/quills are really sleek and well maintained. The fluff on his chest is less spikey and more fluffy looking plus i put some fluff in his ears as well. I think his paws and nails are black and he doesn't wear eyeliner his lashes are just really long and hes got black markings on his eyes. Coming back to this after writing Amy's desc but i think hes genderqueer in some way idk maybe bigender i need to study him under a microscope some more every character i touch becomes transgender

Sonic has a few more added details, i like giving him a little nick in his ear and top surgery scars because that hog is trans. I haven't really seen many people give him stylized top surgery scars surprisingly, i tried to make his look kind of lightning bolty because uh something about him being fast. idk man. i think i imagined its similar to what itd look like for him to run in a zigzag? whatever i think it looks cool. I think his claws are kind of uneven and he doesn't really care too much about how they look especially since he just has them under gloves most of the time

Amy is fat because i said so, also i gave her wavier quills and heart markings everywhere. Her ears might look a little strange since it like implies her skin is making that heart shape but i imagine thats her fur spiking into the point. Her nails are painted the same red that shadows markings and stuff are mostly because i think them being besties is cute like. i see shadamy as a queer platonic relationship. Theyve always been my favorites im going to to make them as close as i want. Anyway, i think she and sonic are tied for having the shortest ears, and hers are the rounest (might make them even rounder the next time i draw her) also not entirely related to her design but i think shes transfem and genderfluid.

Shadow my son. im taking custody from black doom and gerald. anyway, i have the most headcanons for him because he is my absolute favorite guy ever he rots my brain. I think he and Amy are the same height, his rocket shoes are like platform/heels and so when he has them on he looks like Sonic's height or maybe a teeny tiny bit taller. I give his quills extra little spikes for no reason other than i think its cute, i could bullshit that its a black arms thing but idrc. What are black arms things though are his eyes and claws, his scelera is a more yellow compared to everyone elses (jaundiced as my friend put it. thanks endy) and i didn't draw it but his pupils are slits. Claws are long but are even longer when all the way out (retractable) his gloves are thick enough that he doesn't pierce them but he probably has a few spare pairs. Also not pictured but black arms related: his teeth are fucking razors, larger than the other hedgehogs and also serrated because i think thats cool. his tail is the longest out of all of them though i think it used to be longer but was lopped off in the name of science and never properly grew back. also his inhibitor rings are connected to a sort of device that does the task of being a proper gateway between his internal energy and the rings themselves, i didn't draw them but essentially its like a smaller ring that is embedded into his wrists i think. also hes trans but in a sort of alien way, i think the black arms can do the clownfish genderswap thing and shadow has it to a somewhat lesser degree its like an internal tshot i guess idfk

ok yeah thats all if u made it to the end thanks for reading the ramblings of a mad man

#silver the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #fanart #art #headcanons #sth #i need to think about silver some more #id say i need to think about shadow less but hell no that boy lives rent free #actually i just realized he has the second longest ramblings #i need to give amy more love #shes my second fave but its obvious how much i like shadow more #im sorry girl 💔

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gallilovesf1 · 24 days

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P1 Into You: Goodnight

🏁 Character Introductory 🏁

MASTERLIST

Pairings (applied to the whole fic): Sergio Pérez x FemHorner!Reader, Toto Wolff x FemHorner!Reader, Lewis Hamilton x FemHorner!Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of sexual topic, Dom/Sub dynamic, Soft Dom! Sergio, Dom! Toto, angst, cheating, fluff, mentions of death

Author's Note: I haven't seen someone write for Sergio so I'll just do it myself, this will be a long fic so bare with me! Enjoy!🏁🏎️

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You graduated as a mechanical engineer at Harvard University, honestly it's one of your greatest achievements in life. Before your mother passed you promised to her that you’ll be a mechanical engineer just like her and you did, years of studying hard, all those sleepless nights, it eventually pays off.

Of course as expected, your dad's not happy on what you've done, you did what he also wanted, worked as one of the engineers in Red bull, you expect him to compliment you for a little but he didn't, except he pressured you enough to cry every night, blaming yourself that why aren't you good enough for your dad to be proud at you, but the good thing is your brother, Jonathan. One of the drivers in red bull is supporting you, you and him always have the best bonds as siblings. He teaches you some stuff on formula one, telling you the basics, like the teams and its drivers, team principal. Besides that he also supports you as an artist, growing up you always love drawings, you always tell your parents how much you love doing tiny doodles and showing it to them, but as always the only person who cares about you is your mom and your brother.

“Y/N?” Your brother says as you snapped back into reality, “Earth to Y/N?” “What-?” “I said, Dad needs us in the paddock, are you coming?” “Yeah, give me a minute-” you said as you grabbed your phone as you and your brother went to the paddock.

You and your brother arrived in the paddock as your saw checo, your best friend and also one of the drivers of red bull alongside your brother.

You met checo at your brothers first win in sakhir grand prix 2020, Checo’s on podium 1 while your brother is in podium 3, you're so happy for your brother that day, checo and your brother celebrated their victory as a team, later that night the red bull team threw a party and you had a blast, you made some new friends, talk so some new faces, until checo approached you, “Y/n, Right?” He smiled shyly as he looked at you up and down, “Yes, that's right, You're Sergio, right? Congrats by the way, you did so well earlier!” You complimented him as he smiled at you, ‘god he's handsome’ you thought, “Ah- Thank you, that's- really thank you.” Checo's cheeks turned light pink, “Call me checo, everyone calls me that and I think you should too.” He smiled, “Checo” you said as you liked the way his name sounds, “Yeah-” he chuckled.

Since then you and checo got really close, he always treats you, going on a dinner date with him, watching a movie with him, having some fun time together, and lastly going in some art museums around the world whenever the team travels for the race.

He knows that you're a big fan of art, he knows that you always liked drawings as a kid up till now, he thinks that you deserve to be treated like what he's doing, making you feel worth it and not neglected.

“Y/N, Luz solar-” says checo as you heard his little nickname for you, “Checoooo!” You run towards him as you give him a tight hug as if you haven't seen each other in years, “How are you?” You said as you smiled up at him, “I'm doing good, Miel, how about you did you enjoy the city here in Mexico?” He smiled at you, “Yeah! I liked it here already, though I haven't explored the city yet since you know, dad always needed me here” you rolled your eyes as checo chuckled, “Luz solar, I'll tell you what, after the practice we can go and take a look at the city, we can eat and maybe find some museum to go in.” He smiled as I pats your shoulders, “Can I come?” Your brother says as he looks at checo then to you, “ye-” “No.” You said “¿Porque mi amor?” (Why, my love) Checo says as he looks at you confused, You chuckled, “Dummy of course you can go! You two are my supporters, I wouldn't be like this if you guys weren't here for me!” You smiled to both of them as checo and your brother chuckled, “Ah, sí, after the race ok? We'll talk about it later-" Checo winks at you as he leaves, leaving you and your brother.

“I swear he likes you-” your brother teased as he scoffed, “He's literally way much older than me, what do you mean?” You looked at him confused, “C’mon, you and checo have been friends for 4 years now and you think checo doesn't like you? He always treats you like you're his wife!” Your brother said as he chuckled, “He's always like that, I think he's just kind and sweet, he knows everything between me and dad, so maybe he's just making me feel appreciated in a way he can.” You said as you had flashbacks of your moments with checo.

It's true, Checo's been treating you as if you're his wife. Honestly, you find checo attractive and god he's so perfect, his eyes, his face, the way he looks at you whenever he talks and listens when you're talking. You liked him, but you just don't know how you will say it to him, you don't want your friendship with him to go to waste if your relationship with him didn't work out.

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The Free practice was done and you cheered your brother and checo as they got the pole position 1 and 2, Checo is in P1 while your brother is in P2, his highest position so far in this season.

“You did great!” You said as you hugged your brother, “Thank you sis! I'm excited for tomorrow-” your brother replied as he pulls away from the hug, You saw checo walking towards you while smiling, “Checoooo- you did great P1 is your highest so far! I'm proud of you-” you cheered as you hugged checo, “Thank you, Mi amor, Are we still going out though?” “Hell yes!” You said as you looked checo in the eyes, admiring his brown eyes, “Way to go checo!” Your brother said as they hugged each other, “You did well too.” Checo smiled as they both pulled away from each other, “C’mon let's get out of here I'm excited to explore the city!” You said as the three of you went to change clothes.

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The three of you arrived in a restaurant, not far away from the paddock, you entered first as you bumped into a tall man, you felt like you bumped into some hard wall, “I'm so-” you said as you looked up seeing The team principal of Mercedes, Toto Wolff.

“I'm sorry-” you said shyly as you looked up at him, ‘Fuck, he's tall.’ you thought, he leans down at you slightly, “It's ok, don't apologize.” He said, smirking down at you.

“Is that Toto?” Your brother says, asking Checo, “Yeah and that's Y/N talking to toto?” They both looked at each other confused. “Y/N-” checo called your name as you looked behind you seeing your brother and checo walking towards you, “I'm really sorry I didn't see you passing by-” you apologize again as you lowered your head in embarrassment, Toto said nothing as he looked down on you as he nodded and left.

“You ok?” Checo said as he looked at you slightly confused, “Yeah, I just didn't see him that's all-” you said smiling at him, “Toto? You didn't see him?” Your brother chuckled as he teased you, “I Don't know, I don't even know who he is, ok?” You said chuckling. “That's the team principal of Mercedes, one of our rival teams, dad hates that guy.” Your brother replied, “That's him?!” You said shocked, “Yeah, your father and Toto are not the best of friends.” Checo said as he looked at your brother and you, ‘Why would dad hate him, he looks kind though-’ you thought, “Hmm, I see, let's just forget it- we need to celebrate for what happened on the practice earlier!” You said as you smiled at Checo and your brother.

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The three of you sat down as Checo asked the waiter for the menu, the three of you took a while from choosing what to eat, “Since it's your hometown, why don't you tell us what's the best food to order?” You said looking at Checo while smiling, “Yeah!” Your brother agreed as checo grins “Ok- how about we choose this?” He said pointing at ‘Torta’ in the menu, “Torta? What's that?” You asked, “Well it's like a sandwich filled with a lot of vegetables and meat-” he said looking at you then your brother, “Well that's sounds delicious to me-” your brother said smiling as checo looks at you, “What about you Y/N?” “Hmm I want to try it!” You said as Checo smiled at your words.

Few minutes later all of your orders have arrived, checo ordered a torta with a diet coke on the side, your brother ordered the same, while you ordered a torta and a sparkling water, the three of you ate and exchange conversation, you liked the food that Sergio suggest to eat, “So, why did you bumped into Toto earlier?” Your brother asked, making checo nod, “Yeah, it's impossible for you not to see him, that guy is tall!” You chuckled, “Well yeah I didn't kinda see him because I was admiring the outside view of the restaurant, plus I'm really excited so I didn't bother to look In Front of me, the next thing I realized is that I felt like I bumped into a wall-” The three of you chuckled, “That's a weird and funny interaction of you and toto- is that the first time you saw him in person?” Checo asked, “Well…Yeah- given that dad only describes him with words and I only saw him in interviews and pictures, so I wasn't expecting he'll be that intimidating…” ‘and damn hot…’ you thought.

The three of you exchanged conversation as you remember that there's a museum close by the restaurant, “Checo, can we go to the museum across the street, please?” You begged as you gave Checo an irresistible eye, checo chuckled, “I don't know should we go, Johnathan?” Checo asked your brother as they teased you, “Hmm let me think about it checo-” Your brother teases you too, you looked at them unimpressed, “alright, ok, jeez-” your brother says as checo chuckled, checo paid the bill as the three of you head out, checo and your brother searched the museum that you might like, “Y/n, what about this?” says checo showing you a picture of ‘Museo de la Ciudad de Mexico’, “Wow- that looks so beautiful…” you said as checo looks at you saying “Yeah, Beautiful…”

You, Checo, and your brother arrived in the museum, you proceeded inside as Checo and your brother bought some tickets. Inside you saw a lot of beautiful carved stones with a lot of symbols in it, you took a picture to post it later on your Instagram, “Enjoying already, Y/N?” Checo asked seeing you taking a picture, “Yeah- these are beautiful-” You chuckled, as you saw your brother having his alone time at the other part of the museum, you and checo strolled along the museum, checo took some pictures of you, “We should take a picture!” You smiled as Checo seemed to be surprised, “Yeah, ok” you took out your phone as you took a photo of you and Checo, Checo's arms are on your shoulders as he looks at you, while you're looking at the camera smiling. You smiled at Checo, “Should we post that? I mean ya know?” As a mechanic of redbull and Checo a red bull driver, you don't want controversy or issues in the paddock, so whenever you and checo are going out or taking pictures you always ask him permission or he will ask you permission to post the pictures, “Of course- it'll be good for your Instagram eh?” He chuckled, “ok ok- I'll just tag you and Jonathan-”

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After thousands of pictures with Checo and your brother you decide to go home to get ready for qualifying tomorrow, “I'll see you guys tomorrow ok? And I know that both of you will do well tomorrow.” You hugged your brother and checo, “Thanks sis! Love ya!” Your brother said as he opened his hotel room door, waving to Checo and you.

Your brother lives in 4th floor of the hotel, while you and checo lives in 5th floor, he said he wanted to be close to you just Incase you need anything, you find it very thoughtful of him, I mean…he's always like that to you, sometimes you think why you and checo aren't together.

You and Checo entered the elevator, he pushed the number 5 button as you posted the pictures on your Instagram, tagging checo and your brother. Silence filled the elevator, Checo's the one who breaks the silence first, “So, how did it go? Did you enjoy it?” He looks at you with full admiration, your eyes lit up “Yes! I enjoyed it a lot- I wasn't expecting Mexico to be a beautiful place, so thank you Checo.” You smiled at Checo as the elevator door opened. You walks out first then checo, standing In Front of your door as checo took a picture of you, you chuckled, “What's that for?” “Nothing, you just look beautiful.” He smiled, “Hmm..” you opened your door as you turned to face checo, “Thank you for today checo, You're the best.” You said tip toeing and kissing checo on the cheeks, “Goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow.” You saw Checo's face turned red, you went inside your room quickly, closing the door behind you, ‘Fuck, why did I do that-’ you thought as you sat on the floor.

Checo's still standing outside your door, still shocked by what you just did, “Goodnight too…” he mumbled, smiling as he left going to the other door beside your room, opening it as he caressed his face where your lips once were.

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Omg I hope you like it! This part of the fic is All about checo and Y/N, and of course the meet of Y/N and toto!!

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sebastianswallows · 1 year

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Hello! Could I offer you a prompt? I often see fics about Ominis experiencing sight for the first time, but how about Slytherin!MC being the one afflicted with a temporary blindness, and now having to rely on Ominis for guidance, 'seeing' the world from his perspective? Maybe as a result of some unruly student's potion experiment? Thank you for your time and work!

Hello, nonny!

Thank you so much for an Ominis prompt! I love to write about this sweetest boy. And sorry this took so long, my dear 💚

Oh my though, I guess I don't read fics with him often enough, because I haven't noticed that many where he experiences sight. Not sure how I'd feel about those, because it... takes away from his character, sort of. I don't know.

Anyway! I have a fluffy little fic for you 😘 Hope you enjoy it!

I wrote it that it was all Garreth's fault, because of course.

— PAIRING: Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

— WARNINGS: none

— WORDCOUNT: 3.8k

She cursed Garreth all the way to the Hospital Wing. The classroom was left in deathly silence after the Gryffindoor’s latest experiment had literally exploded in her face. Professor Sharp seemed… worried, but not very shocked. Clearly, things like that had happened before — especially since Garreth had started studying at Hogwarts. For his part, the boy seemed horribly contrite, or so he sounded as he fretted over her. She suspected at least half of his regret was due to the inevitably harsh detention he had to look forward to — perhaps something even worse, if the damage to her eyes proved permanent.

As she made her way through the castle, leaning on Sebastian and Natty — who both insisted to go with her, the sweethearts — she could think of nothing else. She couldn’t see anything. The last thing she had seen was Garreth’s smouldering cauldron where he was pointing out the way a particular piece of snail shell was melting, and then a great big flash of green, then blackness. She had thought for a moment that she’d fainted, but then she realised her eyes were open. By the time they reached the Nurse, her heart was still pounding at such a frantic rate she thought she was going to be sick.

“Well, she’s blind alright,” said Nurse Blainey after performing a few charms.

“What did you think? That I was lying?!”

“I will wring Garreth’s scrawny little nec—”

“Watch your tongue, Mr Sallow.”

“Can you fix it?” asked Natty in the most politely-frustrated voice she’d ever heard.

There followed a long discussion about what had caused it, which required them to bring Professor Sharp there — who, to his shame, hadn’t exactly been aware of what his students were doing — then Garreth — who also wasn’t sure what had happened with his potion, but he could at least list the ingredients he’d used.

All the while, she waited there in silence, hearing voices all around, footsteps echoing close and far, and tense, worried conversations. The Nurse had placed her in one of the beds in the corner while they decided what to do with her. Natty and Sebastian stayed by her side, quarrelling over what potions they could brew to cure her until she had to tell them to shut up.

By the time classes were done for the day, the Nurse had reached the conclusion that Garreth’s failed experiment, while exceedingly dangerous, would not affect her sight for long. Only a few weeks.

“A few weeks?!”

“Yes, two or three. Four if you’re unlucky.” She could hear the woman shrug.

“What am I supposed to do for three weeks? How can I study? How—”

“If I’m not mistaken, you’re not our only blind student. I’m sure Mr Gaunt can be of some help to you during this time.”

She recoiled at hearing it. “I don’t want to be a burden to—”

“Nonsense,” said Sebastian from somewhere behind her. “Ominis would do it happily!”

“I would,” said the boy. A pause followed as everyone else realised he’d entered the room. From the sound of it, he was standing a few feet in front of her.

The Nurse was happy with this arrangement, which meant fewer responsibilities for her. Professor Sharp breathed a sigh of relief, after which he promised to write to her parents and inform them. Sebastian and Natty, meanwhile, were disgustingly supportive, trying all the while to cheer her up. She shunned all of them, and would only go back to the Common Room with Ominis.

“Do you wish to have dinner first?” he asked quietly as they walked out of the Hospital Wing arm in arm.

“I’m not hungry,” she mumbled. “…Wait, are you?”

Ominis chuckled. “Could send Sebastian out to the kitchens to bring us something… He would do it. Careful, stairs.”

They went down step-by-step, and all through the castle, and after what felt like too long they finally made it to the Slytherin Common Room. She knew she was slowing them down, and Ominis didn’t deny it, but he was supportive the whole way — and not in that fretful, exaggerated, compensatory way Sebastian and Natty were, and not in the anxious manner of Garreth…

If Ominis was worried about her condition, he didn’t show it. As cool and calm as the lake, as sturdy as the rock Hogwarts was built on, he was by her side from the first moment.

The first order of business, while Sebastian fetched them a late dinner, was for her to learn the echolocation spell Ominis used to walk around.

“No, don’t hold it pointing down,” he said as he guided her hand. “Straight forward is better.”

“But what if I stumble onto something?”

“The spell will detect it in time.”

“Well I’m not feeling anything yet…”

“Just… try to cast it harder.”

“Cast it harder? You’re terrible at teaching spells. I want Sebastian back.”

“Yes, well, Sebastian can’t cast it,” mumbled Ominis.

“What can’t I cast?” asked the boy as he dashed into the Common Room.

She could already smell ham and cheese and the salty-sweet aroma of cold sausages. Two plates clinked as Sebastian placed them on the table by the fireplace, where she and Ominis were standing.

“My echolocation spell.”

“Ah yes, can’t cast that,” he said, followed by the soft floof of him plopping on the sofa.

They didn’t make much progress on that first night. His wand was far more accustomed to performing it than hers — but the promise of being able to learn it helped her sleep that night, after an hour or so of crying in fear and anger.

Waking up the next day was disorienting. She felt herself wake, she felt her eyes open, but not seeing anything seemed so… unreal. She nearly panicked all over again. Being in the dungeons, there was no sunlight to feel on her skin to let her know whether it was even morning, but then she heard the other girls shuffling around the room.

Imelda led her to the washroom, and later helped her dress — and for once, she didn’t have a snarky thing to say.

“Must be quite a nightmare,” the girl commented in what she perhaps imagined to be a sympathetic tone. “Can’t imagine flying in this state…”

“Yes, well, thanks Imelda, neither can I…”

She was relieved to hear Ominis’ voice again when she came downstairs.

“Over here!”

“How did you know it was me?” she asked, arms stretched in front of her in what she was sure must’ve been comical.

“You have a distinctive magical echo.”

“Do I…?”

“And Sebastian told me.”

“Morning,” the boy grinned from behind his friend.

Still, Ominis must certainly have been good at detecting where she was, because she felt his hand cup hers within seconds.

“How do you do that?” she asked.

“Just followed the sound of your voice,” he smiled.

“It all sounds the same to me…”

“You might think it does now, but eventually you’ll find it’s easy to tell distance by sound… The whole castle has very good acoustics for this sort of thing, in fact.”

“You make it seem so easy,” she smiled, her eyes tearing up at the sheer scope of all she had to learn to just survive the next few weeks.

“I promise you’ll find it easy too,” said Ominis, placing his warm hand on top of hers as she held his arm. “Open fields, now that can be an issue. But inside, here? You’ll get used to it in no time.”

Sebastian followed them for breakfast, but walked at a bit of a distance, letting Ominis explain things. Going to the Great Hall was a bit faster today than going to the dungeons had been the day before. She walked a bit more confidently already…

Breakfast was spent learning more about judging distance by sound.

“Here, now you try,” said Ominis, handing her a jug of pumpkin juice and an empty glass.

He’d just demonstrated how easily she could guess when a cup was close to filling by the sound the liquid made as it was poured — from a deep sound to a high one. She filled it just the right amount.

“That’s very good!”

“Really?” she grinned.

Feeling around the plate with the cutlery was done easily enough, but finding out what each pile of food held relied more on her sense of smell…

“Ah, I… wouldn’t recommend that.”

“What did I just pick up in my spoon?”

“What does it smell like to you?” asked Ominis with a little smile.

“Mashed potatoes…?”

“Well, I just hope you like parsnip porridge.”

And getting food onto her plate presented another difficulty… A few sausages rolled away before she gave up and picked them up with her hands rather than the fork, her knife kept slipping and clanging loudly on the plate whenever she cut into something, and her fingers landed in mustard sauce more than once.

After a little trial and error and a bit more cursing, she finally managed to get something she really liked. She moaned with pleasure, but it was cut short by Sebastian’s giggling.

“Whot?” she asked with her mouth full.

“Nothing,” he said with an obvious smile.

“What did you take?” asked Ominis curiously.

“It’s a seed cake,” she said defensively. “Just a little syrupy, that’s all.”

Sebastian laughed into his fist.

“What?”

“Nothing!” he said again. “Just… always thought you hated spotted dick.”

“Ewww!”

By the time breakfast was over, she was more angry than upset. Ominis considered it an improvement — at least she wasn’t on the verge of crying anymore. He supported her elbow with his hand as they walked out together. When the sounds of students passing by got louder, he felt her clinging to him more.

“Don’t be nervous…”

“Oh,” she said, her hand relaxing, “sorry.”

“It’s not just that,” he chuckled. “I could hear your breathing pick up, and your footsteps too, as if you were stomping on the ground.”

“It’s that obvious?!”

“It is,” he nodded. “For instance, how do you think I feel now?”

She sighed, feeling completely at sea as they walked together to class, in a direction she couldn’t tell, surrounded by noisy students — and Ominis was testing her.

“I don’t know… Calm, I suppose.”

“Why is that?”

“Your voice is low, and your arm is steady, and… and I can hear you smiling when you speak.”

“That’s quite good,” he chuckled.

What Ominis didn’t say was that he also felt worried about her, and worried about how useful he could be in these following weeks, how good of a guide or a teacher… He thought that it was obvious from his clipped tone and his lingering silences, but was glad to be proven wrong.

The first class of the day was, predictably, horrible. They had Charms, and the girl could scarcely follow the instructions on wand movements, had no idea whether the egg she was given had been shrunken and enlarged according to instructions, and was left feeling around for it awkwardly in order to tell where it was.

“How do you even know where to point your wand?” she sighed frustratedly.

“That’s where the echolocation spell will come in useful,” said Ominis from beside her. “It’s not just the direction, but the depth as well, how far something is from you.”

“We have to practice that more,” she grumbled, waving her wand uselessly. “Undercroft, after class.”

They ended up spending every break in their schedule that day in their secret room, with Ominis placing random obstacles in front of her while she tried and tried and… finally succeeded in making her wand cast the spell. It was just before they had to go to dinner.

“I did it!”

“Not bad,” said the boy — and she could hear his voice approaching, could hear his steps resounding in tighter and tighter echoes. “The cast is still pretty weak though…” She could tell he had his hand in front of her wand, judging the strength of the pulse for himself.

“It’s such a strange sensation… I can feel the shape of your hand in mine, through the wand, but it’s…”

“It’s a bit blurred, isn’t it?” he smiled.

“Yes, as if… as if through a fog.”

“Well, I’ve never seen fog,” Ominis chuckled, “but I’ll take your word for it.”

They went to dinner together and this time she walked on her own, holding her own wand in front. She grinned at being able to sense Ominis’ own echolocation spell, like rings on the face of a lake meeting each other.

“Can you feel people’s features with this spell?” she asked quietly as they entered the Great Hall.

“Not particularly… The size of someone, perhaps, but it is not so fine as to tell you what somebody looks like.”

“Can you tell the difference between, for instance, Sebastian and Garreth?”

“Naturally,” he laughed. “Garreth smells of toxic fumes. Sebastian smells of Confringo.”

Although that dinner was still speckled with splashes of sauce and spilt pumpkin juice, each meal got easier as the week progressed. Her echolocation spell, as well, got stronger. She wasn’t exactly confident enough to run through Hogwarts’ halls, but she found it easier to avoid running into people — and not get bumped into either, as her hearing became better at picking up all motions around her.

Attending class was easier too. She soon learned how to take notes on her own, although she wasn’t sure when she’d get the chance to read them. Ominis taught her a neat trick of holding onto the inkwell and use her fingers to precisely dip her quill in it. To tell whether she’d taken enough ink, she could test it on her finger first and see if the tip felt wet.

“You’re sure you don’t want a self-writing quill?” he asked.

“I want it,” she said, but first I want to do this on my own.

Ominis smiled. “And keep track of the parchment too. Find something as a placeholder for where you left off. Don’t want to write on top of what you’ve already written.”

With his guidance, she mastered a fairly simple system of holding onto the parchment with one hand, finger poised on her last line, and then cupping the inkwell with the other before dipping her quill.

What she still had trouble with well into the second week was spellcasting.

“How… just… how?” she hissed, smacking her wand up and down during a particularly troublesome Transfigurations class.

She heard a subtle laugh, and knew that it was Ominis. “Having trouble?”

“How am I expected to transform this damned ferret into a feather duster when the damned thing keeps moving?!”

Ominis had mastered the spell quickly, she thought, as she could hear no more animal squeaks from his side. About half the class had finished, judging by the mix of sounds from satisfied students and ferret trills.

She felt a warmth approach her from the side. Ominis took gentle hold of her wrist.

“Here,” he said, “maintain the location spell, and do the motions of the transfiguration spell from your wrist.”

She tried it a few times, his hand constantly around her wrist.

“Listen to where the animal is too, don’t lose track of him in case he runs away.”

She grit her teeth and frowned, ready to give up, but with Ominis’s help, she finally managed to do it just before the class was done.

“Bloody annoying,” she sighed, dropping her wand to the desk and wiping her sweaty palm on her robes. “Thank you, Ominis,” she mumbled. “Doubt I could’ve done it without you…”

“You could have,” she heard him smile. “Just would’ve taken you longer.”

To help calm her nerves, the boy suggested they go for a walk around the lake.

They walked and walked until the sun set. They could feel it as the air cooled all around them, as the evening grew loud with nightbirds, as the grounds became silent with all the other students gone inside the castle…

It felt strange to walk beside Ominis like that, without a word, without a touch, only the quiet sound of his footsteps in the grass. The water of the lake lapped on the shore beside them in lazy little waves, stirred perhaps by the creatures underneath or the light breeze. It set her senses on fire to feel how different it was to have that large, cold body of water on one side, and the warm shape of Ominis on the other — because she could feel it, could feel every detail. Even the wet earth underfoot and the grass, the dead leaves and dry branches, they all had a scent of their own that filled her mind more than the mere image of them ever could. Although she missed her sight very much, she could not deny that she felt more connected to everything around her in this way…

Her hand reached out and took Ominis’s arm — his right one, where he held his wand. Not even needing to ask, he switched it to the other hand and held her palm in his.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, but from his tone, she could tell he wasn’t worried.

“No,” she said. “Just wanted to feel your hand.”

“Well, there it is,” he chuckled. “Bit clammy… Sorry about that. Always gets that way when I hold my wand too long.”

“Mine too,” she smiled.

Their fingers interlinked as they kept their slow walk around the edge of the Black Lake. A thought kept swirling in her head, and she was torn between giving voice to it or keeping it to herself. She didn’t know if Ominis could tell, but —

“What’s on your mind?”

— of course he could.

“How did you know?”

“I swear I can hear you thinking sometimes. It’s the same with Sebastian.”

She laughed, but said nothing.

“So?” he asked again. “What is it?”

Her hand tightened slightly around his. “I was wondering if you might seem to the touch the same way you look. The face, I mean, and all that…”

“Ah,” he said, his tone teetering somewhere between amused and nervous, “you want to try to… ‘see me’ with your hands?”

“Could I?” she asked, her face turning slightly toward him as if she could better detect how he was reacting to all of this.

“Only if I could do the same,” said Ominis with a tight smile.

They reached as far around the lake as the grounds permitted and sat together on one large, smooth rock. Beneath them, they could hear the lapping of the water, quiet and gentle, and owls hooting far off in the woods. It felt almost as if she were floating on air, cross-legged, far from the ground, with nothing surrounding her but the cool night.

They tucked their wands in their pockets and fiddled their thumbs, both too timid to start.

“Well, you asked,” said Ominis after a prolonged nibbling of his lips, “so you go first.”

“Alright,” she sighed, her mouth pulled up into a nervous smile.

She stretched her hands before her gently and was almost startled when they reached his chest. His school uniform was much like hers, a little rough, but well tended to. Moving upwards, she reached his neck, and quickly skipped it until she felt the smooth line of his jaw with both her hands. For no reason at all, her eyes closed. Perhaps it felt more peaceful that way…

His chin was delicate and pointed, leading up in soft angles to his ears. Moving inward, her thumbs traced his high cheekbones, his temples, his arched brows, then dipped delicately over his eyes — his were closed as well. She smiled as she tickled the surface of her fingers with his long lashes.

“Well?” asked Ominis. “Is there a resemblance?”

“I think so,” she smiled. “You look the way you feel.”

“Oddly poetic of you,” he chuckled.

Her hands slid slowly down his face, framing his slightly long nose, falling then to his lips, soft and full. She gasped at feeling them, noting things she never realised before: how delicate they were, how defined, and slightly dry… She traced down to his chin again when she felt them part.

“Yes, I suppose that’s you,” she joked. Her giggles filled the tense air around them. She could feel him smile against her fingertips.

“My turn now,” said Ominis.

She squeezed her hands in her lap as she waited, and then the boy surprised her by cupping her face and slowly bringing them together, covering her like a mask.

He felt her from chin to forehead, taking in the full plains of her features, before he began to touch them each in part. He brushed her eyebrows upward, traced the shape of her eyes, ran his finger delicately down her nose to the tip, and brushed his thumb against her lips while his other hand caressed a broad path from her forehead to her jaw. She felt very thoroughly known after this…

They walked back to the castle in silence, hand-in-hand. As they did, she noticed in herself a feeling of… peace, of not caring anymore that she couldn’t see. She missed the colours of everything around, of course, the beams of light, the peaceful glow of the Slytherin dorms, the star-filled sky at night, but she didn’t feel like she lacked anything anymore.

That made it all the more shocking when, three and a half weeks into her blindness, she began to see vague shapes of light. Ominis’ thin face bloomed into a smile when she told him. She could see it in spite of the cloudiness of her vision.

She still used the echolocation spell to get around, and breakfast became easier, but the blending of shapes and colours so overwhelmed her senses that often she would close her eyes when she wished to concentrate.

It was probably for the best, as she fell behind on her coursework and had never gotten to practice reading Braille with Ominis. Her notes, she now could tell, were atrocious, and her fingers were horribly stained even now.

As the days passed, her vision gradually improved, and by the end of the fourth week, she was almost back to normal. Her eyes teared, unused to all the details.

“Come now, no need to cry over it,” said Ominis with an awkward laugh. They were returning from another visit to the Hospital Wing, where the Nurse had checked her progress.

“I’m not crying,” she sniffled. “How could you tell, anyway?”

“You mean aside from your voice being all choked up and your breathing irregular? Just a lucky guess.”

“I’m just feeling… too much, I think.”

Ominis took her hand in his. “I know,” he said with a small smile. “I’ll miss it too.”

And she didn’t need to ask what he meant.

#sswallow;answers #Ominis Gaunt #Ominis Gaunt fanfiction #Ominis Gaunt imagine #Ominis Gaunt x Reader #Ominis Gaunt x MC #hl #sswallow;made a thing #sswallow;fanfics

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Jason Todd Fics - September 2023

Fics I recommend with a focus on or POV of Jason Todd. Masterpost can be found here.

Key: Has a ship or romantic plot, unfinished, multi-chapter, one-shot

NOTE: some of these do require an AO3 Account to read.

Whisper Closely in My Ear by Kangarou

The words went in one ear, rattled around like bees, before ramming out the other. The doctor was sitting painfully close, only two feet away. The tone of voice implied he was talking louder, not quite a yell but something nearly there; it sounded like a whisper to Jason. So quiet, with every third word unintelligible, except for that first phrase: "Mr Wayne, I'm afraid you're profoundly deaf." --- Jason is profoundly deaf. He learns to cope with it.

An AU in which Jason is deaf. This is one of my favorite Jason fics. I often find myself coming back to it. Its a great character study, introspective and has that delicious kind of hurt you just want to sit with for a while, with a helping dollop of comfort.

Children Will Listen by Parker Avenue

Jason Todd is good at extortion. He's what the adults call a snoop - nobody paid attention to the little kid with the big ears. Without even realizing, adults would hand him the keys to getting what he needed. Jason knew how to collect information, because adults found information valuable. And it was. It was free, easy to get, and easy to carry, so long as he kept his head clear and his facts straight. Jason had information Batman could use. He knew it. He had thought it over all day, sitting on that moldy couch, eating stale saltines. Batman would definitely be interested in the information Jason had. Batman had become scary again, like the old stories Jason used to hear the goons in the area tell. Breaking bones, just barely keeping people alive. Batman didn’t kill, no, but sometimes? Sometimes living was worse, maybe. Jason stayed crouched behind that dumpster, silent, because he simply couldn’t decide if Batman was far gone enough to make a kid wish he was dead. (Jason Todd knows how to get what he wants, and Batman tries to lure him to safety.)

Okay I will admit, my biggest weakness is fics about street kid Jason. Slow adoption got me good. Anyways, this one isn't finished but I love the way the pacing takes its time. Co-parents Bruce and Selina is never a con either!

Stargazer by LemonadeGarden

Jason Todd is seriously injured during patrol one night, and is forced to stay at the manor to recuperate until his injuries are healed. To pass the time, he makes a list of things he never got to do before he died. Except there's one small problem: most of them involve Bruce, and Jason doesn't really think Bruce cares all that much about him anymore. This is a story about how wrong he is, but I made it sad anyway.

I'm sure everyone and their mother has rec'd this fic, but I'm doing it anyways because I love it deeply. If you haven't read it, this is your sign!

Glow in the Dark Stars by essspressso (stylesmakethefight)

“I’m being serious, asshat,” Jason hisses, swatting his hands away from his face. “You have to tell me what year it is.” Nightwing crosses his arms a little petulantly. “It’s 2017. Happy?” Jason freezes, breath catching in his throat. 2017. Five years ago. He was…he was fifteen. “Shit,” he murmurs. He’s going to eviscerate Tim. Or: Red Hood Jason and 15-year-old Jason swap timelines, landing one week before 15-year-old Jason is supposed to die.

Time travel trope + Jason Todd's tragic ass life = amazing fics. Feelings, prepare to be felt! LOTS of Angst. You might even shed a tear. Wonderful fic!

Too Much Fucking Salt by Pez_The_Platypus

A rural housewife instinctively understood the law of quantity into quality. Add a pinch of salt to a soup and it tasted better; add one pinch too many and you ruined the batch. Jason had been in limbo for a year and a half, trusting things would get better even though everything just seemed to be getting worse. It was something small that set him off, but really, it was an accumulation of a lot of things that led to this. He was going to kill the Joker.

A one shot, but a LONG one. This one is very sad, heavy, and bittersweet. Its not Bruce or Dick "bashing", it provides a pretty well rounded and human description of them, which is to say they are not angels. Still, if you love pondering the tragedy of Jason Todd and themes of coping with trauma and the inherent grating sensation of trying to heal, this is a great fic for you.

YOU MUST KNOW LIFE TO KNOW DECAY by orpheusaki

Bruce starts, eyes glaring down at the city and unwilling to look anywhere else, especially in Jason's direction, "You always… hated the rain." Jason's breath gets caught in his throat. (For as long as Jason can remember, it's always been raining.)

Jason angst and character study rooted in comic-accuracy. Great short read!

This Kind of Weather by r_astra

Jason’s at school when his mom dies, and that’s the only reason any of it happens. If he’d been home, if he’d been with her, he would’ve been in the wind before anyone else even knew. Even if they looked, no one ever would’ve found him. He’d have taken to the sewers if that’s what it took, man-eating crocodile guy and all.

Yes, another Jason Todd adoption fic, one in which he does not steal the tires. I have a type and I'm limiting myself to only 2 of the many I love. This one does not have much of a focus at all on the Bat-side of things, just a story of Jason finding a home, much older than in the comics.

A Straight Blade by Sparkypants

"What happened to your face?" Bruce asks, reaching his hand for Jason's jaw. "You're bleeding." Jason bristles, cheeks turning pink. "I cut myself shaving." He says, and wipes at the cut with the cuff of his hoody. Damian makes a clicking noise with his tongue, "I'm amazed you haven't taken your own head off." He snarks. Jason shoves his chair away from the table, temper flaring. "Well it's not like anyone ever taught me, is it." He hisses. He's five years late, but Bruce finally teaches Jason how to shave.

Quick one-shot with feelings. Great little read I often find myself revisiting.

Growing Like a Breeze by WhaleofaTime

April 27th isn't anyone's favorite date, but it's somehow worse than usual today when Bruce gets his car stolen. It's nice of Red Hood to come to his rescue. Nicer even that Jason keeps him company afterwards.

One of those fics that explains everything about why Jason and Bruce's dynamic and relationship is so magnetic to read about. They both suck at feelings and yet make me feel SO MUCH.

#Jason Todd #DC #batfam #dc comics #fic recs #I have a lot more but i think this is enough for one post #Sarah's Bullshit #this is way more fun than all the work I'm meant to be doing right now.#please enjoy! tell me if theres one you really like bc i am always down to yell about fics!

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Harry Potter

Headcanons

photos from Pinterest - collage made by LazerDash

Summary: Spending time with the HP characters!

Word Count: 880

Warning: fluff, wholesome, cedric being a hopeless romantic, cuddles, kisses, hand holding, draco being draco.

A/N: I love the idea of how each of these characters act and just wanted to give my shot into making them! I hope ya'll like it.

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Harry:

• he will hang out with you anywhere to be honest

• you want to go to hogsmeade? He'll pay for whatever you want (boy is rich, don't forget that)

• he'll hold your hand the entire time to hogsmeade

• or he'll have a hand on on your waist/hip

• don't wanna go to hogsmeade?

• that's okay too!!

• he'll take you back to his dorm and hold you

• honestly he probably uses you as an excuse to not study or do his work sometimes

•though he will deny it if you ever bring it up

• he just wants to spend time with you! what's so wrong with that? right...?

• he might even let you try his glasses on if you ask lol

• he loves to make you laugh

• the jokes between you two is so wholesome as well

• he'll get all blushy if you call him cute too

• and deny it ofc and call you cute instead

Hermione:

• you + her = library

• just kidding... Well, not entirely.

• she definitely would love to show you her favorite books! (if you two have the free-time)

• she loves to read to you.

• and if the two- you weren't caught up on school work, she'd be there to help you.

•maybe she'll even cut you some slack if you haven't been feeling well lately.

• Besides that, you two might go hangout at Hogsmeade (she likes the three broom sticks)

• again, whenever she is free... she can't have her grades- or yours! Being interfered with.

• she may love you, but she also wants to make sure both of your education is well taken care of.

• she'll want to share all of her favorite places with you, that includes the library.

• it makes her happy that she can trust you can take you to those private locations

• once she trusts you enough she will take you to all of her favorite locations when she was a kid

• she may even make it a whole special day planned out for the two of you

Draco:

• this lil shit-

• he will presist for the longest time that he doesn't want to spend time with you

• for you to get him to hang out with you, you have to make him think it is your idea-

• and plead with him.

• "reluctantly" he will agree...

• be aware he will totally be complaining the whole time

• don't worry, he'll shut his mouth once you hold his hand

• he doesn't want to admit it but he secretly likes it (shhhh-)

• if you take him to the three broom sticks he will complain at first

• since he is so use to having some "actual" food

• he WILL be the one paying for the two of you though (so that's a plus)

• if you even suggest going anywhere near the forbidden forest-

• he will refuse

• he can't go be getting himself dirty.

• plus he has some bad memories associated with the forbidden forest (and dat bloody chicken!)

• so no Hagrid's hut or forbidden forest.

• if you two are looking for some more quiet time he will take you back to his dorm room where you two can just hold eachother.

• he doesn't want anyone to see you two in public or even to see him being so lovey dovey in front of others

Cedric:

• Loves holding your hand

• kissing your cheeks, head, hand

• he is a huge romantic!

• if you like more private locations then he'll cuddle you in his dorm room (he'll even sneak you in some food if you're hungry)

• but if you enjoy more outdoors or just wanna be social!

• He will take you to the three broom sticks (he will not let you pay)

• he will also take you to honeydukes! if you like sweets, he will be getting your favorites

• he will make this a whole day planned just for the two of you

• wether it is because the stress of school has been weighing on your shoulders

• or just because the two of you haven't had some time together lately

• he might even introduce you to his friends some time

• just so you two can hang out together more often and be apart of the same friend groups

Luna:

• You guys would totally be hanging out on the edge of the forbidden forest (or in it)

• basking in the sunlight and hanging out with the theastrals

• if you can't see the theastrals then she will tell you all about them.

• she might even take you to some other magical creature that you can see

• i swear all of these magical creatures just automatically love her (does that also make us a magical creature?)

• if you guys happen to be not be in the forbidden forest, you'll be hanging out next to the black lake

• sitting together as you talk about how your days have been

• if it is a special day or you guys just don't wanna hang outside

• she'll hangout with you inside the castle! she'll even point out the nargles floating around in people's ears

• not yours though (you're too pure to have nargles, I guess?)

• though, she prefers nature and the creatures

• if you two get hungry in sometime between then you guys will go sneak some food

• or you could just head to hogsmeade and grab something to eat there

• she also likes to hold your hand and walk beside you!

• and don't be afraid to tell her she is cute!! she'll thank you

MASTERLIST

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#Harry Potter #HP #fanfiction #fanfics #fic writer #headcanon #writer #harry potter x reader #draco malfoy x reader #hermione granger x reader #cedric diggory x reader #luna lovegood x reader #lazerdashcreations

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Monthly Fic Roundup - February 2024

haven't been too active this month but here's your monthly recs!

as always, make sure to leave some love :]

— Turning Right on Red by jestbee (expl. | comp. | 4k) ; established relationship + car sex

George's stream has consequences.

— Drumroll, Please by starsgaze (snowdreamr) (gen | comp. | 5k) ; bed sharing + relationship study

Everything it is, and everything it isn’t. A proposal, of sorts. A half confession. Over all, the weight of wanting and the agony of bearing with it. Dream and George, deprived of meaning.

— GeorgeNotFound OnlyFans by Simplysmitten (expl. | comp. | 37k) ; sex work + secret identity

Fresh out of university and struggling to land a job in his field, George finds himself desperate for a way to make ends meet. While his friends have big dreams of blowing up on YouTube, George decides to make an OnlyFans profile. Shockingly, George goes viral on both platforms, making his money troubles a thing of the past, but maintaining his anonymity a constant worry. How funny is it that he manages to make a friend named Clay on both platforms?

— don't know how long it's going to take to feel okay (i had the best day with you today) by brokenlikeastitch (teen | comp. | 7k) ; dream's mom + established relationship

Three times George needed a mom and Dream's mom was there for him.

— what i wanted to hear by alisonsomething, dizzy (expl. | comp. | 3k) ; phone sex

George is in Los Angeles and Dream is in Florida. It’s not the first time they’ve been thousands of miles apart, and Dream can’t stop thinking about one very memorable conversation they had shortly before George’s visa was approved.

— Suction by tsundanire (expl. | comp. | 1k) ; nipple play

George trusts Dream completely. Trusts him enough with his most sensitive bits.

— wish that i could step into yours instead by Kore_Writes (teen | comp. | 12k) ; canon compliant + character study

A series of moments in Dream's life that George had always been there for him.

— he loves him more than anyone ever has in the history of man by brokenlikeastitch (teen | comp. | 14k) ; pov outsider

dream and george over the years through the perspectives of their friends

— the end of all things by womanhunt (teen | comp. | 9k) ; marriage (eloping)

“We should get married.” The words make Dream choke on the scrambled eggs in his mouth, and George just stares at him blankly as he coughs and takes a drink of his water. And, before he can overthink it, Dream gives in. “Ok, yeah. We should get married,” he nods to himself, reaching out to pull George’s hands apart and link their fingers together. “Did you mean, like, soon? Or?” “I mean, like, today.” George murmurs, eyes still not meeting Dream’s.

— my love by cqfnce (teen | comp. | 8k) ; patches the good cat

dream and george go last-minute shopping for patches' birthday

— daisies, daisies by snowdreamr (expl. | comp. | 15k) ; mpreg + future fic

On secrecy and patience. On learning how to embrace the unexpected.

— this is me trying by dizzy (teen | comp. | 5k) ; mental health issues + hopeful ending

Is this a cage? George's guts rebel against that, too. He fought to be here. This is the freedom from years of locking himself inside. He has no regrets. He doesn’t want anything to be different, except maybe that he could walk into a room without Dream or Sapnap looking at him like he’s not who they thought he was.

— Circling Back by Scoops (consciousness_streaming) (expl. | comp. | 15k) ; identity porn + coworkers

As a remote worker, George's only real friend at Pog Industries is Clay, the marketing genius who skyrocketed up the corporate ladder. Sure, maybe his work bestie is old and really bad at Fortnite, and they've never actually met, but they have each other's backs. And that's what's important. When a position on the Board opens up for George, it's Clay going to their CEO, Badboy Halo, to get him hired in the position. To George's amazement, it works. Now, he's moving to America the night before the infamous Pog Industries Christmas Party, and he's ready to put some names to faces.

— make a home on the cracks by lodestones (teen | comp. | 2k) ; baby fever + developing relationship

He’d be a good dad, Dream thinks—people are always telling him he’ll be good at it. It’s not anything all-consuming, but it’s a fantasy he still returns to every once in a while, dancing in the back of his mind whenever little kids approach him and ask for a picture. He catches himself daydreaming about it at least a thousand times more often after the first time he watches George interact with younger fans.

— George Not Found Is Stupid and Hides His Pregnancy From Dream For Two Whole Months by mario anon and apple anon (teen | comp. | 4k) ; mpreg

Hes pregnant it is all i know how to write

— executive session by dizzy (expl. | comp. | 1.7k) ; exhibitionism

Dream is a senate intern, and George is the guy he's about to fuck on the senate floor.

note: i've been fucking WAITING for someone to write a fic on this

— no thing's so sure that i can't learn to doubt it by brokenlikeastitch (teen | comp. | 11k) ; professors au

The closer he gets to George’s door, the louder the crying gets, and when he finally reaches the open doorway, he glances in to see a girl sitting across the desk from George, practically hyperventilating. In all of his years of teaching, with all of the students he’s had upset with him, Dream is pretty sure he’s never had a student this upset with him. He wonders if George is, like, torturing his students.

— The need to know by tsundanire (expl. | comp. | 5k) ; dick measuring

DRICK vs GRICK

— dear future husband by dizzy (expl. | comp. | 3k) ; breeding and housewife kink

Dream tells George that since he isn't paying rent he should at least be putting dinner on the table... and George decides to prove him right.

— it is not about me being gay with george by alisonsomething (teen | comp. | 2k) ; insecurity + miscommunication

Dream’s latest TikTok makes George angry enough to confront him about it.

— Honeysuckle Jam by gottagetshiver (expl. | comp. | 71k) ; omegaverse

George has terrible heats, he always has. He'd thought that after years of peace on suppressants, he's be done with them forever. It works, until it doesn't. The doctor says his best chance at fixing his terrible heats is having an alpha with him, and it just so happens that Dream is an alpha. It'll be easy, right? Dream will help him through his heat, and he'll be fixed. The fact that George is madly in love with Dream won't complicate matters at all, right? It won't upend their lives and throw them into chaos, right?

note: published last month but finished this month so im including it

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dnf fanfic recs #dnfao3tags recs #mfr #mfr feb 2024 #monthly fic roundup

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aimzicr · 1 month

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Hunter The Parenting plot thoughts (because I love mysteries and roleplaying and I keep waking up at 2am Thinking About This Plot).

Things that seem important (in various nonspecific order, though somewhat from timeline of video):

Giles is a better fighter than his mates, actually showing some skill (compared to Simon's existence as a wet towel and Brok's brute force)

Harry's focus on Highland Legend seems a bit at odds with his muscles being 'just for lifting things', given the link in pop culture with Highlanders being warriors who fight to be the only one. Still, there's more to study beyond the Hollywood thoughts, and I'm very curious to see what Scottish myths get brought up (if any). He also has access to Storage and Security.

Followup thought: if all the characters are in the World of Darkness (specifically The Reckoning/Vigil), then perhaps each staff and student's respective areas of study reference specifically to one of the games. Fatigue with The Apocalypse/Forsaken, Elise with The Dreaming/Lost (Lost seeming more appropriate because 'I haven't found a single fairy'), and so on. Horse's prophecy referenced 'kine, kindred, garou, milklings, elohim', so that's Hunter, Vampire, Werewolf, Changeling and Demons specifically mentioned. Would Harry's 'highlander studies' be on Mages or Prometheans? Will we see Wraiths/Geists, now or in the future?

Elise does not have access to Storage and Security. Also, I will respect her pronouns at all costs.

The Doctor - Scholar of Psychotronic Studies - the has taken at least two bumps over the course of the night (visible residue on her face at Occam's collapse and just before Brok kicks the door down). You can't show any withdrawal symptoms if you're high on something else (though as Chapman mentioned, even high-level drugs 'don't even compare', but it might take the edge off for a while). Considering her academic focus, she might have been able to make herself a Very Powerful Cocaine. (Actually no 'psychotronic' refers to low-budget movies so WHAT??)

Lord Fatigue - of Lycantropy (not Lycanthropy? A typo, or something else?) - I saw someone posting about him being quickest to recognise the symptoms of someone going through a change, and I highly agree. He's also a lovely old man ('toffee pud', wreathed in golden light from the Archives, etc) so maybe he just doesn't want to see anyone suffer? Kindness often gets punished in WoD games.

Brok is sitting on a different chair. His mother's chair follows him everywhere he goes, does it?

I'm calling it, Chekov's M60s Mounted On A Bus. BUT. Not for this particular arc.

If there are keys to steal, in order to get into the Archives, they would be taken from Occam, Blacklaw, Dr Waters, or Lord Fatigue.

There are no other entryways to the Archives but there may be passages around, beneath, or above the Archives. Walls thin enough to use Vampire Magic through?

Giles knows that Spit is out of Ritalin, which serves as an explanation for Spit's symptoms and proof that the guys keep an eye out for each other.

Spit seems to be the biggest red herring. Something is very wrong with him but it isn't being Ghouled (and it isn't just something that can be managed with Ritalin). Still, when he gives his blood sample, he doesn't give two drops: he hides out of sight and only delivers a blood-smeared chalice. We don't see him giving blood, and the sample is darker than the rest. Older blood? Stored and poured?

It's Elise that pickpockets Giles of all his worldly possessions (while Spit is being consoled by Fatigue). She even takes one of the smokes for herself, having it in her mouth at the top of the stairs and then as she descends. So, then, she handed the smokes over to Olivia at some point. Maybe when Elise was 'looking for Grimal at the time'. A gift? A trade?

At some point after the 'I said FOLLOW MY LEAD' fight, Blacklaw and Brok work to get the Cold Tessellation out of the wall. Where the hell did D go (and why is it under the stairs, digging through old newpapers). How did he get out of that fight?

Grimal is in the Security Room, crying, when Occam is attacked. Could she have seen who attacked Occam, or did she miss it because of her tears? ('Noises of insecurity' in the Security room is pretty funny, I'm sorry.) HOWEVER. Grimal does NOT have access to Security, according to her chapter card... but Elise did steal Giles' keys, so perhaps Elise let Grimal into the Security room? Now the question is, was the door locked behind her? Did Elise leave other doors unlocked as well?

Spit says he knows where Giles' things are. How? A good nose for it? Or just an excuse to get out of the room (where a lot of dead animals are)? He then goes... downstairs, to the Music room. Lord Fatigue says he will go look for Spit, but goes upstairs to the Staff Break Room instead, diagonally above Occam. The minimap shows Spit stressed, Occam tense/in pain, and Fatigue with... the same facial expression. Is Giles doing something to the blood? Is Fatigue doing something to the blood? Is there some direct line of connection between the three? Is there really only one way into the Archives, or is there a way up from below, or down from above? The placement of Spit and Fatigue on the minimap feels incredibly important to figuring out who attacked Occam (even if that doesn't have anything to do with the ghoul).

Elise is in the middle of taking her ponytail out when Kitten returns from his pacing and fuming and brief stop in the kitchen. As a ponytail haver, the decision to NOT undo the hair after starting to do so is significant. But then again, maybe giving her a different animation model wasn't in the cards for the episode. (She's hot enough already idk).

There are large claw marks on a lot of walls and doors in the Chapter House…

There are 15 people in the Chapter House, but 16 cups are strewn about when Occam is found. All 16 cups are bloody. Someone else is present? Someone left an extra cup, some extra blood?

Kitten is focusing on 'who could have attacked Occam as we were leaving' but is that really the timing of the attack?

'Your papa could never take a punch like that' says the man who has been fighting Blacklaw all evening. Playfighting? They've been playfighting this whole time? Yet the man can handle a bottle being thrown at him by Marckus, so he at least has some grit.

"Look. It's the same. Indisputable." So if Blacklaw cannot tell the difference between 'a bleak British man and a middle-eastern meat-slab', either his eyesight is shitty and thus he cannot be trusted to give any trustworthy visual evidence, OR, he hasn't looked at D in actual decades because D is the Devil and must not be observed directly. Which is kinda countered by how often they face off and glare at each other, so.

Other things that might be of note and/or are things I noticed:

Amanda's blue gloves - does she have a latex allergy? Or does the Arcanum not provide boxes of disposable gloves for the staff and they have to just make do with one set each? As someone who worked back of house in hospitality, this seems... bad.

Both Blacklaw and D have yellow and black as a major colour to their outfits, but inverse to each other (jacket and tank top vs jacket and vest). IDK maybe that's something worth noting, or it shows how more alike than they like to admit.

Hardcore Kitten steadying inhale in front of the portrait of the dead knight made me think to how TTS ended... Then again, the man out here killed a vampire with a shove and an iron fence while being badly hurt so like. Man's badass enough on his own.

Git works with the Lady Regent's favourite daughter. Could Poly have slipped him something, made him a ghoul without his knowledge? Man can reverse-drink a beer but his favourite food being available at his place of work could lend itself to some Manager-induced tampering of the safety seals.

Kevin was invited to the 'funny phrenology library' but decided to stay in the basement. He might have recognised the ghoul right away. He also might have gotten D's family Blood Hunted AND targetted by the Coalition, if that were the case. For reasons of safety first, comedy second and plot third, Kevin stays at home.

Hey uh what's the Penis Explosion Room on the mini map and why is it Elite Access and also why is it there and why is there no doorway to it and also what

Harry being able to get dressed very quickly between listening in at the door and then D showing up with the keys. I know he doesn't really do Anime but I feel like that must have been a magical girl transformation somehow (/j)

Guy Chapman might be the most dangerous ghoul at the moment: 'sharpened senses, inhuman strength, even the power to bend minds' He did drink the blood of Kevin, a Vampire Wizard. I'm thinking about Marckus' night pubbing, and how Chapman heard the beginning of the vampire talk, as well as the fact that Brok's first and second knife broke dramatically. The cop did it, with his new vampire magic.

The portrait on the wall (when Elise is doing D's hair) - baby Occam is adorable, I'm sorry his mother is a Blacklaw but she seems far more hinged than Remold, is baby Brok okay, is Brok's mother the blonde woman from the interrogation room - if so who is the woman standing with Blacklaw? And the slacker behind her? A Blacklaw Family Drama photo, I'm very pleased.

'Amanda never sweats, she's lower class' I've never seen a Rich Bastard in media who thinks this, this is fascinating. Normally it's 'sweating is for the lower classes' but here we are in the reverse. Does Blacklaw think the 'lower class' are literal automatons or

Fatigue dies in the room where his younger Hunter self is immortalised in a portrait on the wall. Taller, younger, still with the same glasses, nose, and ears. Just how old is he?

Side note: 'did anyone find out if Mummies are real yet' - yes, Marckus, they did, in The Resurrection/Curse. You were right.

#hunter the parenting #hunter: the parenting #htp #h:tp #theorycrafting #theories #analysis #i miss roleplaying games so much I want to play in all of them

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randoimago · 7 months

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Ah heya! Can I request general relationship hcs for Persona 3 confidants like Mitsuru, Akihiko, Shinjiro and Junpei?

General Relationship Headcanons

Fandom: Persona 3

Character(s): Akihiko, Junpei, Mitsuru, Shinjiro

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): You got it!

Akihiko

Definitely wants to go to the gym with you. Or go on jogs in the morning with you. He's very active and wants to do various exercises with his S/O. Won't push you if you don't want to, but you better at least be a cheerleader for him (he'll be so flustered if you actually cheered for him though).

Constantly makes sure you've eaten. Will ask if you've had breakfast, lunch, dinner, and some snacks. Akihiko just wants to make sure you're taking care of yourself. Doesn't even care if you mention your weight (unless it's something you're serious about), he wants to make sure you eat.

Akihiko isn't the most affectionate boyfriend, but he does check up on you and see how you're doing. Your safety and happiness mean a lot to him and so he wants to make sure you're both.

Junpei

God he's an ass. Obviously he loves you and everything. But he'll tease you, he'll call you "dumb" or small, silly insults he doesn't mean like that. Will also playfully push you too. Just a bit of bullying and he fully expects you to bully him back.

The type of boyfriend that will brag about things you two do. Will smirk and give Akihiko a smug grin as he mentions how you two kissed or made out or something with a bit too many details.

Is a protective boyfriend even if he's a little mean. Maybe too protective at times. Especially if you're more feminine, he'll say that it's his job to take care of you and keep you safe.

Mitsuru

She wants to buy you presents but she doesn't know what to buy. She could just buy something super expensive, but is that really what you want? Will ask everyone in SEES what gifts she should get because she just doesn't know (she's amazed when she finds all the gift recommendations to be pretty cheap).

Mitsuru has a list of common dates she wants to try. Picnics, going to the movies, cheesy cliche things like those. While she could just rent out a fancy restaurant for the two of you, she wants to go on all the classic dates.

Lots of study dates between you two. She's in student council and always tries to be top of her class. So she's constantly studying, but she also wants to spend time with you so you don't feel neglected. Study dates just seem perfect. And if you start doing better in your own classes then that's a bonus!

Shinjiro

Like Akihiko, he makes sure you've eaten constantly. Just because he doesn't take care of himself doesn't mean you can't. Shinjiro will make you sit your ass down so he can cook you something if you haven't eaten.

You definitely have scary dog privilege with him. If anyone gives you trouble or says anything that upsets you then Shinjiro will gladly glare at them (which is usually enough for them to back off - he has a scary face).

He constantly ponders about how he managed to date you. Just how did he get so lucky to actually be in a relationship? He's pushed others away from him, accepting his fate to one day die for his sins. But now he has you and he doesn't understand why he's so lucky. (in reality, you probably pestered him to date you cause he would never ask you out himself because he doesn't deserve it 😒)

Taglist:

@reo-the-leo

#persona 3 x reader #shinjiro aragaki x reader #akihiko sanada x reader #mitsuru kirijo x reader #junpei iori x reader #shinjiro x reader #mitsuru x reader #akihiko x reader #junpei x reader

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crow-stars · 8 months

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❝ONCE UPON A DREAM❞

❦summary; dreams are wonderful things, the thing we escape to when the waking world gets to burdensome. some dreams, however, give us hints in the future ♪the characters in this story; prefect!gn!reader, malleus draconia ✎word count; 809 ❀what do the ghosts say?; ambiguous, lots of dream talk, very short i won't lie, kind of rushed, reader appears at the end ☛the author's notes; i haven't written in a bit and then suddenly decide to do inktober i am the perfect writer ever /hj ☪look at the catalogue?

Malleus didn’t often have the time to engage in things other than what he was told to do. Stuck in a castle all the time left him with little to do, and what he was able to find interest in would sometimes become a bore soon enough.

So, when the fae prince fell asleep, dreams tended to be his only escape. Of course, most of these dreams were either nonsensical or unable to be deciphered once he woke up. But it didn’t matter when many of the feelings from said dreams carried on after Malleus woke up.

One of the types of dreams that would stick out to him were the familiar ones. Not ones that retold the events of the day, but the ones that he barely remembers when he wakes up. It’s the ones that he only remembers when in the waking world, the ones that make him pause and feel like he’s lived through these events before. At first, it was weird for Malleus, and he wanted to find an explanation for this weird occurrence.

Though there was only so much Malleus could do before he would be pulled back into the duties of studying and learning. With those obstacles in the way, Malleus eventually relented with just allowing his dreams to be. Whenever he got that familiar sense of deja vu, Malleus would pocket the event away in his mind and carry on with what he was doing.

However, there was this one dream that Malleus could never forget and always left him yearning for more, even when he was younger. A dream with someone that he could barely remember, but could make his heart feel both heavy and full once he woke up. It was the type of dream that made Malleus yearn for something that he couldn’t reach for, or maybe haven’t experienced yet.

The dream would always start somewhere warm, filled with sun, somewhere that was beautiful and made Malleus feel so at peace. Then he would wander around for a bit before meeting with someone and wandering around with that person. Sometimes they would talk about things he doesn’t remember, sometimes they would sit together and do activities. The dream would end with a scene where he was standing somewhere cold, yet could only feel happy. Then Malleus would wake up and the images his head had built would fade away.

Malleus would only continue to have dreams such as this until he slowly stopped having dreams. Lilia had told him it was a consequence of growing up, slowly not being able to have dreams anymore. It made Malleus aghast at such a thing and he hated it, oh he hated it. But he had to accept it eventually, as the dreams that he loved having so much slowly began to disappear from Malleus’ nights, especially that warm dream that Malleus held so close to his heart. That too soon faded away like dust and left Malleus only with the emotions he could cling to.

After that, dreams would be a rare occurrence for the fae, if any happened at all. They were fleeting and barely able to grasp. The dreams that felt familiar to Malleus were also rare as well and only the ones of the past stayed to be fulfilled. Except that one dream.

It wasn’t until Malleus became a junior at Night Raven College that the last dream could come to fruition.

On a particular night, when Malleus was out wandering during the night and aiming to explore his favorite abandoned building, instead of serene silence and the feeling of solitude, there was a human there, standing outside of the building that once was a dorm, looking up at the stars with an almost solemn expression.

At first, they didn’t notice him, just staring up into the starry sky. When they did, however, they jumped in surprise with a shocked cry leaving past their lips. It almost gave Malleus a chuckle. He inquired about why a human was at the abandoned building and getting the answer that they were living there. Pity. It was one of his favorite spots to explore. The human then asked about Malleus’ identity, a light smile on their lips as they awaited his answer.

It gave Malleus pause, seeing the sight before him.

It was cold, yet... there was a sense of warmth that bloomed in his chest. He had to pause for a moment, think for a bit, before he responded. He told the human to call him what they wish, and lamenting just a bit about how the dorm they lived in could no longer be called abandoned before disappearing in a flurry of fireflies.

It was a night cut short for Malleus, unfortunately. But, that sense of deja vu washed over him. And that night, for once, Malleus dreamed again.

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kikoesbonbon · 8 months

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Character : Alhaitham.

Mentioning: ?- sfw, Slightly ? words.

Themes: Just normal. Nothing strange. Trust me.

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As usual, the situation at the House of Daena. Doing the same work as when you were a scholar even though you have graduated.

You're tired after reading your 4th book today. The pile of books covering your desk makes your eyes roll. You rest your chin while nodding off. Sometimes, your mind wanders only towards food. You haven't filled your stomach all day. Remembering it already makes you drool while yawning. But the knock of a book hitting your head ruins your happiness.

"Don't fall asleep in the library." Alhaitham said.

"Ow, aw… Alhaitham, you don't have to hit my head." You winced in pain as you wiped your lips. This is the umpteenth time he hit your head because you were too stunned. You are a little worried about the cells in your brain falling out one by one as a result of it and only one remaining from each blow that still survives the loss of your brain cells. No wonder, if your ranking falls one level below him in the academic ranking. You have to blame him for that.

"It's effective in awakening you, which is the most difficult to call. It knocks out your brain cells." He said sarcastically. His gaze looked at you who was wiping your lips due to being too stunned. He knows your behavior that often refrains from eating while studying. For some reason, there is a feeling of urgency that creeps into his body every time he sees your lips. But he tried to hold it in.

"I didn't fall asleep." You refute your rival's words with a small snort.

"You're not good at lying. There are bags under your eyes, you look like a panda." Alhaitham said a little scornfully.

"So what if I don't sleep enough? What do you care?" You asked back sarcastically.

"What's wrong with people telling you to rest?" Alhaitham folded his arms while looking at you who was still leaning against the table.

"Wow? It turns out that a Sage who is more busy taking care of himself actually cares about those around him. Uhh, how scary." You said while rolling your eyes.

Your words made his ears twitch in annoyance from behind his earpiece. Kaveh and you both gave responses like that when they didn't like the conversation with him. But, you are an exception.

The two of them were academic rivals when they were both at Academiya. Lisa, who was still at Academiya with them before graduating early, often shook her head when she saw them arguing. Sometimes she teases the two of them whenever they start fighting and calls them two lovebirds. Of course you responded with cynicism from you not wanting to be paired with someone like him.

You are the easiest person to lure with food. As long as there is food, even those of you who are angry can be tamed with just a packet of candy. But, sometimes you argue that you are not that easy to tame with just a packet of candy. Alhaitham always keeps a personal note of this. Imagining that you are being tamed with sweets may be one of the things that entertains him if you are someone who is easy on him. But you do not.

Once, when you were in a bad mood, Kaveh tamed you with food. Of course you can't refuse it, especially free food, your eyes will immediately light up. "Food?" Kaveh grinned while nodding.

"I- um, I'm not that easy to tame with food." You said as you folded your arms in annoyance.

"Oh? Too bad, it's limited—"

"Give it to me." You said as you snatched it from Kaveh's hand before he changed his mind. Kaveh laughed as he patted your head. "Is that enough to calm you down?" he asked. "Not yet." You said while chewing your food. Just imagine Alhaitham being like that for you. I don't know what you bitten. Either the food or the hands. He didn't mind—

Maybe it's worth a try. He thought.

The next day, he put a small package of food on your study table and you looked at him suspiciously.

"Eat." he said briefly.

"I'm not hungry." You said. Your gaze shifts back to the book. But your stomach rumbles after a split second of refusing to eat it. "Dang it." You think.

"Eat." he said once again. It sounded more like forcing than ordering this time.

"Can I really eat in the library?" You asked while looking for an excuse not to eat the food he gave you in front of him.

"This time is an exception. Put your books away before they come into contact with food." he said.

"But—" you objected before finally Alhaitham gave you a look as if to say there were no exceptions.

"Fine. But that doesn't mean I wanted food from you…" you said as you opened the food wrapper. You immediately change your mind when it contains the strawberry cake you wanted 2 weeks ago. How could he know? Those of you who didn't think much immediately grabbed it and ate the strawberry on top. "Thanks." You said. "Ugh…the sourness…" You furrowed your eyebrows as you bit the tip of the strawberry.

This is the first time he has heard you express your gratitude to him since you became rivals with him. Even if it doesn't sound wholehearted.

"Hey."

You turned your face towards him and Alhaitham immediately took the opportunity to hold your cheek and bite the remaining strawberry from your lips. You wanted to protest but he insisted that they not make a scene in the library by covering your lips with his. The sour liquid felt very sour on his lips, even though his kiss tasted sour, he didn't mind if it was from your lips.

Alhaitham took the opportunity when your lips opened slightly for him. Playing with his tongue with yours. The sound of slurping the sour yet sweet liquid was heard even though he tried his best to avoid making a sound.

"Alhaitham you bastard- what are you—"

"Shhh… be quiet… you don't want us to find out and get involved in this problem, right?" He spoke in my ear in a hoarse, whispering voice.

"Not here then." You protest.

Alhaitham doesn't care about your protests, a strange feeling of urgency dominates him more than his rationality. Oh, he should blame you for this. So his hands, which hope to be automatic and not in line with his thoughts, choose to tease you and press you on the chair where you are sitting.

Then..

If you like this content, don't forget to like, comment, subscribe— eh. '-';

If you want to continue reading, you must be confident in your mind and not feel disgusted for your comfort.

He pressed your thighs and masaged the back of your calves while continuing to tease your lips while you were leaning against the back of the chair. You gasped because it was too late to respond to what he was doing to your body.

"Perfect." he thought. As if this was what he hoped would happen.

Everything went too fast when he finally decided to give in to his feelings and act on his instincts now, he kept teasing your inner thighs until you felt aroused. You can only feel shame and embarrassment by surrendering and letting yourself be under his control and can only feel embarrassed because your instincts say you want him to tease you more. On the other hand, you can only hope that you don't get caught in a state like this in the library of the House of Daena in a state like this.

"Alhaitham, what are you—" you gasped in a slightly high pitched tone before finally he was forced to cover your mouth with his lips while forcing you to let himself touch you in other parts that had been teasing him.

He groans in pleasure when he starts to feel his fingers feel your wet spot inside your skirt while his fingertips press against your sensitive spot. "Damn, you're wet for me just because of this…" he whispered scornfully. "Don't make so much noise, girl. Be good for me." He muttered between kisses.

Your ears reddened at his inappropriate words. "Alhaitham- stop." You pounced on his thigh with mixed feelings of shame, arousal and annoyance. "Shut up…" He grumbled again before finally his fingers slipped into your wet vestibule. You let out a moaning sound into his mouth, your face flushed and sweaty when he milked one of his fingers against your vestibule.

Your eyes feel misty while the man looks at you from above while continuing to move his finger back and forth as if there is no tomorrow for this hot session before finally he moves his lips away from you. His eyes look at your moist lips, stained with saliva. He licked your lips before finally whispering. "Let's continue round two in a private place, shall we?"

With remains of your consciousness looks at your rival with annoyance. You feel weak in front of him and that makes you not want to look at him anymore. Alhaitham looked at you with a proud and cunning look etched on his lips. You were easily tricked with a piece of cake, which ended up making you fall into his hands.

He then licked his lips and tasted the remaining strawberry juice. "I take that as a yes."

Oh, you fell into his trap.

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*I won't deny that I put a lot of effort into this uhuk— this emo scholar. Don't ask me why there are so many photos of him if you catch my Pinterest homepage.💧😶

GWS my brain is squeezing everything for my beginner smut scene in this one story. Like, the smut scenes are all spilled out in this story and I'm out of ideas now.

Have a nice day. That's all. Sekian, terima gaji. 🙃🤙

#genshin x reader #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham genshin #Everything is normal #believe me #alhaitham smut #Alhaitham #genshin impact

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