#I don’t care how small the room is I cast fireball

[ashleyishere24]

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the more I use Tumblr the more I like it but I refuse to use it more then I already do to spite someone in particular

[mermianar]

i don’t care how small the room is i cast fireball

[amorgansgal]

Practice Makes Perfect

So here we go! At long last, I've finished my fic and I loved writing this one so much! Just to ensure absolute clarity I'm kind of seeing the academy as a university, so everyone here is over the age of 20 and somehow I've pegged Gale as a complete slut evidently!

Gale x Fat Female Reader

CW: Sexual content, Oral sex

‘I really don’t think this is a good idea,’ you desperately whisper to your friend, Nira, who is dragging you through the mahogany panelled library where absurdly high bookshelves tower above you both.

The library is quieter in the late afternoons and evenings, there are only a few students either absorbed in the small mountains of books that surround them or are busily writing out long essays, the familiar, comforting sound of turning pages and the scratch of pen against paper fills the large room. As you pass the candlesticks the wicks catch alight, now that the room is getting gloomier and the sky is darkening. The sun is sinking low in the sky, casting the last rays of golden light to be dispersed through the diamond patterned windows. The dark wooden floorboard underneath your feet glitters with the thrumming magic that spills from the books in the room and the stunning reds, golds and oranges of the last light of the day.

‘Don’t be such a wet blanket,’ Nira hisses in response. ‘Besides, I thought you were interested.’

‘I am,’ you insist, though a hot blush still creeps up your cheeks. ‘But I don’t want to be mocked or for him to judge me.’

‘He’s not going to judge you. From what I heard he quite likes…’ she hesitates, pursing her lips as though wanting to find the right way of putting it.

‘Fat women?’ you prompt.

She sighs. ‘I was going to say ladies with larger thighs, but sure, fat women.’

‘You promise me, he won’t laugh or-’

‘He’s not going to laugh and if he does I’ll fireball him right in his face.’

You bite back a laugh at the thought and Nira grins at you, then continues, ‘Besides, I’ve had the joy of experiencing Gale’s tongue and it’s well worth it. Honestly, I wish he was interested in properly dating someone, because I’d throw my hat in the ring, so many men act like the whole thing is disgusting. Oh but we’re expected to suck them off whenever, even if their dicks stink like piss!’

You smile, it’s been a complaint of Nira ever since she got to experience Gale’s tongue and you’ve heard all about his ability non-stop since. Most of the girls in your class have talked about it. You’re surprised they’re not jealous of one another or are trying to win him over, but he apparently doesn’t seem to care about entering a serious relationship and is just happy to oblige his classmates’ desires. You had your concerns though that he would not be interested in you. You’d always been on the larger size, your mother certainly didn’t help matters by pointedly making remarks about how most people associated female magic users with beautiful, ethereal waif like creatures. No one thought of dumpy little witches unless they were old and ugly. You did your best to shrug off comments like that but it still stung and you felt like you had to work twice as hard as your classmates just to be given any forethought or attention from either your peers or your teachers.

Gale, when you had occasion to work with him, was refreshingly respectful, kind and seemed to actually see you. You’d grown almost accustomed to any man’s gaze immediately drifting past you and onto your thinner friends. If it didn’t happen so often you might have even been angry about it, but you didn’t really see the point. So consequently your experience with men was rather limited. You’d been kissed, sure, but it was such a fumbling, innocent mess of a kiss you weren’t quite sure whether to count it. You’d touch yourself but you always felt a bit embarrassed about it and sometimes your own self-doubts would turn you off. So it was usually a rushed affair and didn’t quite leave you fully satisfied.

‘Ah, there you are,’ Nira says as you reach the end of the library where instead of desks and rigid back chairs there are soft, plush sofas nestled in alcoves and you see Gale look up at your approach. He gives you both a warm smile and you immediately feel that this whole thing is a horrible, terrible idea. Your feet slow and Nira is practically dragging you over. Your heart is thudding in your chest, the blood rushing in your ears, and it feels like your throat is about to close up. Gale is handsome. He has foppish brown hair that tickles the back of his neck. His eyes are a warm, deep brown. His easy going smile is inviting. And you feel all your weight, the soft plumpness of your belly, your thighs catching slightly on chairs and tables as you walk over. He is going to say no, he is going to look at you like you are disgusting and repulsive and how could you even think he would want to give you pleasure?

‘Good afternoon, Nira,’ he says and inclines his head in greeting. ‘To what do I owe the pleasure?’

‘Well, it’s not so much pleasure you owe me!’ Nira says with a grin and tosses her head at you. ‘You remember Y/N, right?’

‘Of course, I still am very resentful you soundly beat me in my alchemy test!’’ he says, though there’s no malice in the tone as his smile widens and his eyes glimmer with mischief. 

‘Well, she’s heard what you like to do.’

Gale laughs, and for a moment your heart seizes in terror. ‘Really? Am I getting that kind of reputation?’ he asks, though you can see he’s quite proud of such a reputation.

Nira rolls her eyes. ‘Oh come off it Gale, you’ve practically had every girl in the classroom that way and we all talk about it!’

His eyes flick back to you and a shiver runs down your spine. The pupils in his eyes have widened and you’re quite certain it has nothing to do with the gloom of the library. He wets his lips and you’re almost scared of the way he’s looking at you… he’s looking at you with desire and your silly heart doesn’t quite know what to make of it. But then he clears his throat and gives you another sweet, winning smile.

‘And I take it you’re interested in allowing me to practise? Because if you’re not and Nira has just dragged you here when you don’t like the idea, then please don’t be bullied into it. I’m very happy to have a chance to work on my technique, but I don’t like the idea of someone being less than enthusiastic,’ he says and his gaze is entirely focused on you, and you almost don’t want to look at him because it’s so startling being treated like an object of desire. But you manage to keep your head raised and your eyes fixed on him.

‘Yes, I do… I am interested,’ you say. ‘If you’re… um… interested in me, you don’t have to if it would prove distasteful.’

That same wicked, mischievous gleam is back and he draws closer to you. ‘I am interested and I assure you, it never proves distasteful, quite the contrary in fact.’

‘Gods, should I just turn my back or are you going to wait until you’ve gone somewhere more private?’ Nira asks and you flush at her words, though Gale lets out another burst of laughter.

‘I would assume my room would be preferable,’ he says to you. ‘Though Lucia and I did make use of that corner over there,’ he gestures to a table tucked into a corner by a bookshelf and you inhale quickly, imagining your hands holding tightly onto the shelves, your butt on the table and Gale’s head between your thighs. You bite you lip and press your legs together, there is no denying the desire that courses through you at the thought of the risk that would be, the possibility of being caught, though you would find it mortifying. It’s better to not get ahead of yourself and you nod.

‘I would prefer the privacy of your room,’ you say, and Gale offers his hand to you. It takes you a moment for you to take it, but he gives your fingers a gentle squeeze and then puts the book he was holding back on the shelf. 

‘I assume we should go there now, unless you have prior plans,’ he says to you. Were it any other man you would have assumed he might be trying to put you off, but it sounds like he genuinely cares about whether or not you’re busy.

‘No, no, we can go there now,’ you say, then glance away because of how embarrassingly eager you sound.

‘Good,’ Gale says and takes hold of your hand more firmly. Nira catches your eye and smiles as he begins to walk by her.

‘Have fun!’ she says.

‘See you later, Nira,’ Gale says to her, you only manage a nod as you feel rather tongue tied.

***

Gale’s room is definitely cleaner than some of the guys’ rooms you had seen within the dormitory rooms of Blackstaff Academy. Oh, there’s robes tossed over chairs, the desk is littered with books, papers, quills, an open box of herbs and crystals and sublimates. But there’s no forgotten plates or dirty cups. Gale’s room actually smells quite good too, a faint hint of bergamot and cedar. He pulls out the chair in front of the desk and turns it around to face the bed, then gestures for you to sit in the chair. You sit down, nervously placing your hands in front of your belly, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Gale closes the bedroom door, then sits down on the bed opposite you.

‘So, now that Nira isn’t around, you definitely want to do this? He asks.

You nod, your throat feels very dry and tight. Gale smiles at you softly. ‘Just want to check, as I say, don’t want to do this with anyone who has doubts. I’d like to ask you a few things first.’

You nod again and curse yourself for losing all sense of any wit or wisdom you once had in your brain! But Gale is relaxed and begins work on removing his boots. ‘First, easy one, do you want me to lock the door or just have it closed. I’m sure you know I have a tressym and she comes and goes as she pleases, and while she’s respectful and polite, I don’t put it past some of our classmates not to barge in!’

You think about it carefully, then say, ‘Lock the door please.’

He casts arcane lock on the door and then grins at you, you can’t help smiling back. ‘And you know knock, so you want to get out you’re free to go whenever you want,’ he says, the implication runs underneath, you’re in control, what you say goes, if you don’t like it you can go and there won’t be any hurt feelings. You feel rather touched he’s going to all this effort.

‘Next question, would you prefer to be partially clothed or entirely naked? When I do this I do quite enjoy touching my partner everywhere, but your comfort is more important than what I find enjoyable,’ Gale says.

You look away, you still feel self-conscious about your belly and you can’t imagine Gale would want to touch the soft, fleshy weight of it, let alone even see it! ‘I’ll keep my blouse on, if that’s alright,’ you mutter.

His two fingers catch under your chin and he lifts your head. ‘It’s fine by me, but it’s more important that it’s what you find alright, your comfort comes first. Now, biggest and hardest question,’ he says, smiling. ‘Can I kiss you or would you rather I didn’t and just work my magic between your legs?’

‘Yes,’ you whisper, your eyes are captured entirely by his and your voice sounds faint. ‘You can kiss me.’

His hand slips down your cheek, lightly resting against your neck, his fingers curve round your head and he pulls you forward. His mouth finds yours and he kisses you sweetly at first, tentative, gentle, as though he is worried you might flinch away, but nothing could be further from the truth. Your heart hammers in your chest and you feel like you might forget to breathe. Your hand hesitantly goes to his chest, you don’t want to push your luck, but he instead presses his free hand over yours and you can feel the warmth of him bleeding through his shirt. He lets out a groan and then pulls away from you, breathing hard and certainly wearing an expression of wanting to eat you up. 

‘Sorry,’ he says. ‘If I’m not careful I’ll get carried away!’

You wonder what ‘carried away’ might entail, given what you’re about to do. But you don’t have much time to think about it, he helps you up from the chair and unties the laces of your skirt. He tugs it down over your hips and you watch him bite his lip when your thighs come into view, he’s utterly focused on your legs and his hand reaches out eagerly, but he seems to collect himself to not just grab a meaty handful. Gale gently strokes down your thigh and guides you to the bed, grabbing the pillows and putting them behind your back. He removes the slippers that had been on your feet, tossing them off into a corner of the room and seems to admire the stockings you wear, though they aren’t particularly sexy you think, just the fairly standard academy uniform ones. Once you’re comfortable, he returns to looking at your legs, he traces his fingers up from your ankles to just behind your knees, making you shiver. You still feel a bit embarrassed about Gale seeing you like this, of opening your legs so he can see all of you.

Gale catches your eye and smiles. He leans down and kisses you, that same sweet, soft kiss. ‘You alright?’ he whispers.

‘Mmhm,’ you manage, well at least you made a sound this time. Gale chuckles quietly.

‘You look so beautiful,’ he says, then trails kisses down your mouth, your jaw and neck, nipping at your ear and making you gasp as the hot little jolt of pleasure soars through you. You decide to ignore that him saying you’re beautiful is probably both something he says to all the girls who come to him for this and also definitely a lie in your case.

He scoots down the bed and slowly pulls apart your legs, his stare is so intense you have to close your eyes. His fingers skim up your legs, his nails stroke down your thighs, until they reach the crease between them and your mound. 

‘Hmm pretty,’ he says, and he pulls his right hand away for a moment. You open your eyes to see him with his thumb in his mouth that he pulls out with a pop and then he places it against your clit and circles it. The sensation makes you gasp and arch up, though you still cover your belly with your arm. Gale lets out another tight groan and suddenly lies down between your legs, his fingers still play with your clit, feather-light touches sliding down to your entrance and teasing it, then going back up making you bite your lip hard to not let out a sound.

‘You can make as much noise as you like, in fact I’d rather you do,’ he says, then brings one of your thighs over his shoulder. Your eyes flicker open as he presses kisses against it. He nips at the sensitive skin, a playful, teasing bite. ‘It tells me if I’m doing a good job.’

He keeps kissing down your thigh and suddenly he’s at the apex, his hungry dark eyes watching you intently, you can feel his breath on your nether regions, your belly feels tight and it’s all you can do to both stay on the bed exactly where you are or beg him to relieve you of the growing ache and need for something. He gives you one quick, delicious smile and then buries himself between your thighs. You don’t know what to expect, but his warm tongue darting out, circling your clit and then more firmly suckling it makes you feel like a hot jolt of electricity zapped through your body. The pleasure is mind melting and Gale is all to happy to apparently drown in you, his mouth and lips and tongue… You forget yourself, forget all your shame, the hatred of your body, the disgust you feel with yourself, and surrender yourself utterly to pleasure. 

He’s good, too good. He seems to cotton on quickly to what you like, how best to draw out every bit of pleasure, everything that makes your toes curl, that tighten the muscles in your thighs, that makes you instinctively grasp a handful of his brown hair between your hands and he keeps bringing you to the peak of pleasure over and over, until you see stars in your eyes and feel so lost to it all, so desperate you wind up babbling and pleading for him to let you cum.

‘Please Gale, please, please, don’t stop, please don’t stop. I need it, I need it so badly!’

You feel his laughter vibrate through his body, but finally, mercifully, he acquiesces and you are undone by pleasure, it roars through your body like a furnace, his tongue still maddeningly teasing your clit and you are left almost sobbing on the bed, uncaring of the warm gush between your legs, the air not filling your lungs enough, the world feels dizzy and spectacular and glorious. His head pops up and you can’t help the laugh you let slip at his slightly dazed, but altogether thoroughly pleased expression. 

‘You need to taste yourself,’ he insists, and he kisses you again fiercely, his tongue sliding into your mouth and you do. It’s not a bad taste to your surprise, musky and a little tart, but intoxicating and sweet. Once he’s satisfied he raises his head, though he’s still lying on top of you, he rests his forehead against yours and sighs contentedly. His chin and small beard is soaked through. ‘How was that?’ he asks.

It takes you a moment to clear your throat and find your voice, but more because you’ve been done in, not because you are flustered. ‘Good, very, very good. Thank you.’

‘No, thank you,’ he says, and you let out a breath of laughter that he’s still ever the gentleman. He gets to his feet, grabs an empty basin and a cloth, and comes back to your side. He fills the bowl with warm water using a prestidigitation spell and starts work cleaning you up, tenderly washing you down, though you almost feel a little disappointed you couldn’t keep the slick between your thighs. There’s already a delightful prickling sensation from where his beard rubbed against your legs.

He helps you to your feet, then picks up your skirt, giving it a little shake to remove any dust and holding it open for you to step in. ‘I can manage to dress myself,’ you say.

‘I know, didn’t doubt that, Miss beats-me-soundly-at-alchemy,’ he teases. ‘But I like doing this.’

He brings over your shoes and insists on helping you with those too, having you sit back down on the bed as he puts them on your feet. You have a feeling it might just be because he gets to touch your legs once more.

‘You have the best legs,’ he murmurs. 

You let out a snort of laughter. ‘Given how many you’ve apparently seen, I doubt that!’

But he vehemently shakes his head. ‘I mean it, the best legs in the whole school. If you ever wish for another time I’d be happy to oblige, but I’d quite like it if you sat on my face.’

‘Gale, I’d squish you or break your nose!’ you say.

His eyes gleam at the thought. ‘Well worth the risk!’ He gets to his feet, then offers you a hand and after helping you up, he turns your hand over and presses a kiss to the knuckles. ‘Please come back any time.’

You shiver with delight at the thought, but simply nod and leave the room.

***

Of course Nira wants all the juicy, sordid details and you spend the better part of the evening quietly whispering and giggling in your dormitory room as you recount it. She does seem surprised though when you mention that Gale had asked if he could kiss you.

‘Really? He didn’t ask to kiss me,’ she muses, then gives a shrug. ‘Maybe that’s just something new he does, though I swear Jacanthe was just before you and she didn’t talk about him kissing her. I’ll have to ask her at breakfast.’

It’s an odd, trivial notion you’re sure, but you can’t help the pleased little smile at the thought that maybe, just maybe he had solely wanted to kiss you. But you dismiss it, Gale could have any women at the academy and you know better than to get swept away with the idea that maybe his feelings ran deeper for you than anyone else!

[eerieechos]

I don’t care how small the room is, I cast fireball!!!

[mmmteaaa]

Welcome to part 2 of stupid ideas!!!

This time introducing....

UNDERTALE x DRA/SDRA2 WHICH I NAMED SUPERANOTHERTALE!!!

(oh god i hate this idea)

And before you say something like- “oh! It’s the dra/sdra2 cast if they were Frisk and interacted with the monsters, right? -

WRONG

I mean it in the literal sense- Everyone in the underground is replaced by the dra/sdra2 cast.

EVERY character is someone, and because of that, the story changes quite a lot.

(I feel like making drawings or something. Maybe for the next post).

SO LISTEN (or rather read) MY IDEA SO FAR.

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SUPERANOTHERTALE

Long ago, humans lived peacefully with one another.

Some humans had abilities since they were young. Some could run, and some could cook. Those humans were called talented.

But some humans were exceptionally good at those abilities from the moment they were born. Those humans were given the title of “ultimates”.

However, after some time, the non-talented and talented humans felt threatened by the ultimates of how far their talents could go.

Because of that, they banished the ultimates to an underground cave. Any human that showed signs of being an ultimate was banished.

Many years later…

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Name the fallen human.

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Is this name correct?

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*You wake up surrounded by some golden flowers.

*There is no way some flowers slowed down your fall.

*You must have died. Yep, that’s it.

*Is this purgatory? If so, what am I supposed to do?

*You advance into the next room. The only room you could advance.

*There’s someone in the middle of the room.

*A girl. It’s a girl. An angel perhaps. Or perhaps she’s the devil?

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*Hello. I’m Sora. Sora the !!,,=xxx><-?-'

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*Sora the Ultimate maid.

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*You must be new down here, aren’t you?

*Another ultimate who was banished? How unfortunate.

*You’ll be so lost down here. If someone doesn’t teach you how things work, you might even die.

*BATTLE START*

*Don’t worry, this is a battle, I’ll show you the basics.

* Do you see that small heart? That is your soul, the culmination of your being. Avoid your soul from being hit or you’ll get hurt. You can move around and your soul will move with you. Keep that in mind.

*Around here, resources are scarce, and so we created this “candy”. It recovers your health and gives you energy.

*I’ll throw you some and you catch, right?

*GO GRAB THE CANDY*

*You don’t move.

*You don’t understand.

*You don’t care.

*You get hit. By all of the candy.

*You feel an inexplicable pain.

*You feel like breathing could kill you.

*That girl was the devil.

*But you don’t care.

*STUPID. You’re pretty stupid. Trusting someone you just met. Didn’t your parents teach you not to take candy from strangers?

*But you didn’t even move, not an inch. Did you want to get hit or something?

*Keep this in mind: in this world is KILL or be KILLED.

*Don’t move, I’ll end this quickly.

*DIEDIEDIEDIE*

*(You’re about to die, and you’re not resisting. Sad).

*I’ll never forget your face and your sacrifice, dear Y-.

*!! What?!

*A fireball appears.

*It hits Sora, sending her somewhere.

*Oh my! What a horrible creature, torturing such a young soul.

*There you go. Are you injured, or feeling unwell?

*But how impolite of mine not to introduce myself.

*I am Mikado Sannoji, Ultimate wizard. A pleasure to meet you.

* I live here in the ruins along with that thing and with other ultimates. You’re so lucky I happened to be having a walk here. I’ll guide you through the catacombs. Follow me.

*You follow the man into the next room. A small star-shaped object lies in front of a fountain.

*You approach it.

*Knowing it’s going to be long until you finally get out of here fills you with PATIENCE.

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*But you’re not patient. You are so impatient to die.

OK THIS SUCKS BUT IT DID TAKE ME SOME TIME TO WRITE THIS SHIT SO I'M A BIT PROUD.

I swear next time I'll post the ruins part. I'm genuinely excited about this???

[writingfool001]

At The Ceremony

Newt!Mc is inspired by Newt Scamander

Newt!MC Masterlist

Darkness, that was the first thing I saw and yet, I don’t remember how I got here. All I remember beforehand was being at my apartment and hearing neighing. I decided against better judgment and investigated before getting swallowed up by whatever force that got me.  

”Gotta get a uniform while...Grrr!! The lid is so heavy”  

I felt around my body for my wand and was relieved that it wasn't broken before I could cast a spell, the lid of the container flew off with a blue colored ablaze. I blinked several times to adjust my eyesight to the new light and saw two paws on the side and then a head before the creature jumped back, astonished to see me. 

“Gaaaahhhh!!!! Why are you up?!” The creature screamed as I sat up and looked around the room to see coffins floating, surrounding a giant mirror. I got up and headed down to grab the familiar handle of your suitcase, only to feel empty air. Wait...Where’s the suitcase!?  I jumped out of the coffin and began to frantically look around the unfamiliar room for my beloved suitcase, ignoring the creature who freed me from the coffin I was in.  

Finally, noticing in the corner of the room, I see your familiar suitcase which was thankfully closed. I rush over and knelt down to open it up, being welcomed by the various growls and chirps of the creatures.

"Yes yes, I'm here. I'm here, don't worry," I reassured the creatures, calming them down while quickly checking for any creature missing. Thankfully only the niffler was the only two missing. "I will come down and check on you all as soon as I find Niffler and Pickett."

Closing the case, I remembered the creature that was yelling at me, turning towards the small cat-like creature with blue fire coming out of their ears.

“Hurry up and gimme me your clothes,” I stopped to look at the creature before looking down at myself. These were different clothing, not my usual vest and trench coat but instead, black robes with gold and purple accents to it. “Otherwise, I’ll roast you.” 

With that threat, I immediately grab the case and start running towards the door while dodging the fireballs being hurled in my direction. I took my wand out to extinguish the shots as I ran through hallways, passing classes, and courtyard before apparating far enough to rest a bit.

I look around to see I was in an empty hallway, no sign of the creature, and let out a sigh of relief. 

"Lost?" I spoke to soon, turning to see a tall man, standing a couple feet from me, in what loomed like a school uniform. 

"Not exactly," I respond, readying myself in case for another attack before seeing a small green stick crawl from the inside of his breast pocket, it let out a squeal as it attempted to climb down from the figure. "Pickett!"

"Ah, is that what this creature is called? A Pickett, never heard of a creature like this one," The man offered his open hand for Pickett to climb into before extending his arm in your direction as you approached him quickly.

"Not exactly, that's his name. He's a Bowtruckle," I commented, stopping and extending my arm as Picckett quickly latches onto my robes. "Where did you find him?"

"He just fell in my hands a bit back as I was taking a stroll. He was quite fidgety and nervous as I inspected him closely. Thought I would find his owner eventually and here I am."

"Thank you, he has some attachment issues which is why I was surprised not to find him in my breast pocket or on my person," I thanked him before bring Pickett to the palm of my hand. "I'm sorry you got seperated, I thought you were in the case with the others." 

Pickett wrapped himself around my finger and snuggled into it as I smiled gently at his action, almost forgetting about our company. 

"You really care deeply for him?" The stranger asked, interested in Pickett's behavior.

"I do, he and other creatures are who I take care of. I don't know what I would do if any harm came to them."

"Most individuals I meet are not interested in a creature's wellbeing without the intent of money behind it. Do you have that intention?"

"Absolutely not! I save, care, and nurture creatures while keeping them safe from humans or individuals who want to hurt them." I snapped, surprising the man with the sudden change in tone, before realizing my mistake. "I'm so sorry for snapping at you like that. I just get very protective about them."

He only chuckled as he stared at my flustered face for a bit before speaking.

"No, it's my fault for assuming. You're quite an interesting person and bold for speaking to me like that. Not many would, but yet, you did."

"What do most people usually do?"

"Keep their distance and avoid talking to me, usually. What should I call you, Child of Man?"

"(Y/N) (L/N) and you are?"

"You don't know?"

"Am I supposed to? I'm sort of new to this place and don't know many people." 

"That's rare, my name is...no, I won't tell you. Not knowing is beneficial for your benefit. When you hear my name, a chill will run all over your body. For your ignorance as an exception, you may call me whatever you like, though you may regret it someday."

I analyzed his figure and features before noticing the horns on his head. Interesting, what was the word that my colleague told me was for the Japanese word horn? Mmm, I'll have to think about it more later.

“...Give me some time to come up with something, especially if it will affect the future. Depending on if we meet again.” I replied, causing him to smile and not.

"Until then, Child of Man." He spoke before disappearing with a couple fireflies remaining.

Well, that was interesting. Wonder what race he is, possibly fairy or pixie lineage? This place has other types of races, perhaps a hidden pocket in the world as a safe haven. 

"You think you can get away from me?! Stupid human!" A familiar voice screamed from a far, causing me to break out of my trance and start running again towards a set of doors down the current hall.

Slamming the doors behind me, glancing around to see shelves of books as well as some books floating. I assume we’re in a library of some sort at what you believe to be a school. Out of all the places, I got transported to another school. I cast a protection charm on the books around me as a fail safe if the creature chasing me decides to let out another fireball. While waiting, I glance at a nearby book, saying the geography of The Sunset Savanna, before Pickett lets out a small whine.

“Yeah, I don’t think we’re in our world anymore, Pickett.” I say before the doors bursted open to reveal the flame breathing creature, I ready my wand and cast a short term spell that would stop him from breathing fire for a bit. Right after I casted it, a rope-like thing wrapped itself around the creature and ceased them from attacking me. Carefully, I glanced up to see a man with a crow mast and dressed very well. 

"What type of rope is this?" The creature groaned as the man approached.

"This is no rope, it is a last of love." He corrected before turning his gaze to me. "Ah, found you at last. Are you one of the new students? You shouldn't have left the gate alone and on top of that, you haven't tamed your familiar who has broken many school rules."

"Let me go! I'm not freakin familiar!" The creature yelled.

"Student? Gate?" I questioned the man.

"The hall of Mirrors, that is the gate and the coffins are doors. All boys who want to attend this academy must pass through one of the doors to get here. Oh dear, no more wasting time, the sorting ceremony is coming to a close soon."

"Uhm…I apologize, but who exactly are you and where am I?" I ask, lowering my wand. 

"Those questions can be answered as we walk, come along." He spoke, carrying the creature in his whip, and motioned for me to follow.

Looking down at Pickett, only getting a shrug, before sighing and following the mysterious man. I felt bad for the creature, especially the way the man had his whip wrapped around him tightly, and was tempted to undo it, but I decided against it in case they broke out.

"You haven't answered my questions," I  remind the man, walking beside the man.

"Hm? The teleportation magic must have fazed you a bit still. No need to worry, it's quite normal. I will give you an explanation as we go. Aren't I so gracious?" 

Sure, especially for a man I just met and such. Guess I don’t really have a choice in staying here or leaving right now. 

"I am Headmaster Crowley and this is Night Raven College, an Academy where magicians with an aptitude for magic gather to learn. This is the most prestigious magic academy within Twisted Wonderland."

Twisted Wonderland, so that's what this world is called. And a magical academy, wonder how long they’ll keep me here. Why of all places did it have to be a school that I got sent to. Why not the middle of a forest with creatures or a library? I sigh as I continue following the man, but while on the way, I noticed the boy with horns, who I ran into earlier. I save to him as I continue to follow Crowley to a pair of large doors and pull the hood of the robes lower to cover my face, more people…why are there always more people.

“Not at all,” Crowley announced as he burst through the doors, catching the attention of many, before continuing to strut into the room as I followed behind. “I cannot believe you all! We were missing one new student and I had to go find them. Now, you are the only one yet to be assigned to a dormitory, I will watch over the raccoon, now step up.”

I glance around at the various people looking at me, stares boring into my figure with every step I make, as I stand in front of this large mirror similar to the room I previously woke up in. Raising my head to stare at the dark mirror as a masked face appears on it, staring deep into your soul.

“State your name.”

“...Y/n L/n.”

“The shape of thy soul is…hmm interesting.”

“What?” I asked, fixing my posture to stand a little straighter. 

“I don’t know. I sense no magic, the shape and color of the soul is hidden.” The mirror spoke one last time, surprising everyone in the room, even myself. I have magic, but perhaps it's different from this world to be undetected. “You are fit for none of the dormitories.”

Well, guess I can go home. Back to work, no time for rest. It’s for the best, especially not to repeat what happened at Hogwarts and not to get too close to others. I picked the case back up and ducked as one of the students yelled to get down before blue fire was launched, setting fire around the room. Yelling, a lot of yelling all around the room, and fire was all I could see and hear. 

I immediately stand up before glancing around to assess the situation. Right, fire everywhere. I cast aqua eructo to put out the fire on one of the student’s asses and moved on to extinguish each fire that was spreading around the room as well as some of the students, who also caught a bit on fire, before the creature was collared by a boy with red hair. He explained about some rule regarding not letting a cat into a festival and then one with glasses started to compliment him while saying something along the lines of “I want that power”, definitely not trusting him.

The redhead passed you to take Grim out of the hall as the other dorm heads kept their eye on me and the one with white hair approached, taking my right hand before shaking it vigorously. 

"I must thank you for putting out the fire on my butt…." He trailed, I presume trying to remember my name.

"(Y/N) (L/N)."

"Yes! I hope we can become close friends during this year!" He kept shaking my hand for a while before the blond dorm leader called out to him.

"Kalim, you're going to take their arm off if you keep shaking their hand like that." 

"Oh, I apologize!" He spoke, gently letting my hand go.

"Y/N L/N, CONTROL YOUR FAMILIAR!!" Crowley screamed as he approached me as I saw a familiar creature on his belt of dangling charms.

"I never said he was mine, he is not my familiar at all nor any of my creatures."

"OF COUR-Wait he isn't yours?"

"No, however," I spoke before summoning to take the niffler from Crowley's belt, leaving all of the charms there, before bringing him to my hand. "This one is mine, quite harmless."

I placed Niffler in the case and quickly recounted all of the creature before closing it, turning back to Crowley as he dismissed the students and dormheads to take their designated students to the dormitories. Many stares were thrown as I held my suitcase close to me. Once they were all gone, Crowley turned to me and sighed. 

"As long as I've been a headmaster, this never happened. A non magical student being summoned by the Ebony carriage. I apologize young (Y/N), but I cannot have you stay here any longer. Surely you understand."

"Yes, I would rather get back to my creatures at home and out of your hair."

"As you wish, now step forward to the gate and imagine your home clearly in your mind." I close mt eyes, imagining the quaint place I call home with all the creatures waiting. "Dark Mirror, guide this poor soul back to the place they belong."

We both stood there for a while before Crowley tried again and immediately was interrupted by the dark mirror.

"It is nowhere."

"What?!"

"The place they came from is nowhere in this world. Therefore I cannot send them from where they came from."

"Where exactly did you come from?" Crowley turned to me and I told him detailed information about my home and the country I lived in. "Hm, I've never heard of that place and I have a general idea of where all students are from. Never have I heard of your home. Let us go research in the library."

I picked up your case and followed Crowley to the door as my mind was bombarded with questions and worry before a voice called out. 

" I lied, Mx (L/N), you do have an interesting shaped soul. It would seem fate has a purpose for you being here to help this world, especially with your knowledge of magical creatures." The mirror spoke, staring me in the eye.

Oh fuck.

[wh0reyp0tter]

Chapter One: Fucking Dragons

Masterlist for this series

Y/N Y/L/N is chosen as one of the champions in the Triwizard Tournament with one of her best friends, Harry Potter. Along with the struggles of being one of the champions, she also has to navigate her feelings for her best friend, Hermione Granger. But, as far as Y/N knows, Hermione fancies Krum.

Includes: Angst, pining, swearing, wlw, bi!reader (mentions of flirting with men), smut, name-calling, Krum hating, fighting, physical violence, fighting, mentions of injuries, and flirting

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I groan as my head collapses into my hands. I feel a hand on my back as I look up to see Harry looking down at me. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks softly. 

“Hermione’s off with Krum,” I seethe loudly. Harry laughs softly as he pats my back. 

“Well, she does have no idea you fancy her,” Harry points out. I shoot him a glare as I flip him off. 

“Shut it, Potter,” I say. Harry and I both were picked for the Triwizard Tournament. We are competing alongside Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, and Cedric Diggory. 

“Did you hear what the first task is?” Harry says as he sits down. I shake my head as he leans closer to me. “Dragons,” he says quietly. My eyes widen in shock as I look at him. 

“Fucking Dragons?” I say loudly. Harry hit my arm as he shushed me. 

“Shut up, Y/L/N,” he seethes. I roll my eyes as I let my head fall into my hands again. 

“Fucking Dragons, just my luck,” I groan as I shake my head quickly. Harry stands up as he rubs my back. 

“I’ll see you later, Y/N/N,” he says. I wave him off as I say goodbye. Hours later I’m sitting in Hermione and I’s dorm room as a lamp flickers softly next to me. I huff in anger as I ball up the paper in front of me and throw it in the bin. I pull out another bit of parchment. I start sketching some ideas before one pops into my head. I sit up brightly as I hear the door get pushed open. I hear it close again as someone appears behind me. 

“What are you doing?” I hear Hermione’s soft voice ask. 

“Trying to figure out this riddle,” I say, completely focused on the paper in front of me. 

“Not really a riddle is it? You just have to get the golden egg from the dragon,” Hermione points out. 

“Yeah, but getting something from a dragon! Isn’t that great!” I exclaim, my tone dripping with sarcasm. 

“Hey, no need to be an arse, just saying,” Hermione says as she folds her arms over her chest. I shake my head as I begin to think. 

“Wand, wand, wands,” I say softly as I tap my head softly. 

“Why don’t you use your wand to accio something to help?” She says as she leans against my side. 

“Do you think it’s possible to accio the egg?” I ask as I look up at Hermione. She shrugs as she looks down at me. “If not, you could always accio a broom,” she says. 

“Has anyone ever told you you’re a bloody genius?” I say as I look up and smile at the girl.

“Once or twice,” Hermione responds with a smile. I smile as I laugh and roll my eyes. 

“So modest,” I laugh as I yawn. 

“You should sleep, Y/N. The first task is tomorrow,” she says as she pats my head. 

“Good idea, H,” I say softly as I lean my head against her side. She runs her hand through my hair slowly. I stand up as I shut off my lamp and walk to my bed. I pull back the quilt as I shuffle into my bed. 

“Night darling,” Hermione smiles softly. 

“Night ‘Mione,” I say as I yawn. My eyes close as I fall asleep.

 I blink softly as the light pours in through the windows. I see Hermione still fast asleep. I smile as I walk over to her before shaking her softly. 

“Hermione,” I say softly. She rolls over as she whines loudly. “Come on love, we gotta go down for breakfast.” She sits up as she blinks confused before looking at me. 

“Hi,” she says sleepily. 

“Hey, gorgeous,” I say with a smile. Hermione gives me a sleepy smile as she leans against my torso. 

“Ready for breakfast?” She asks as she stands with a yawn. 

“Have to get dressed first, darling,” I smile. She shuffles to her closet as I move to the bathroom to pull on my robes. I walk out as Hermione walks in, I toss my hair into a ponytail as I sit on my bed. 

“Ready?” Hermione asks as she comes out. I nod as we both make our way to the Great Hall. We walk through the doors before taking our seat with Ron and Harry. 

“You excited, Harry?” I say as I look at the brown-haired boy in front of me. 

“I have no idea what I’m gonna do,” he groans as he puts his head in his hands. 

“I’m on the same boat you are mate,” I say as I reach for a muffin. 

“Like, what are we supposed to do with only wands against dragons?” Harry says as he reaches for a scone and takes a bite. 

“Accio. That’s what I’m gonna do,” I say before biting into my muffin. 

“You’re brilliant,” he says as his eyes lighten. 

“Not me, Hermione. She’s the one who brought it up last night,” I smile as I bump into the small girl. She blushes as she smiles at me. 

“I just shoved you into the right direction,” Hermione says. 

“Come on, H, now's not the time to be modest,” I tease as I poke her arm. 

“Shut up,” she murmurs as she blushes. I laugh as Ron and Harry look at us. 

“When does the first task start?” Ron asks with a mouthful of food. 

“In like, 15 minutes,” Harry replies. 

“Chew and swallow before speaking, Ronald,” Hermione scolds as she glares at the ginger. Ron rolls his eyes as he sticks his tongue out, his half chewed food showing. Hermione gags as I laugh softly. After we finish breakfast Harry and I go change into our tournament gear. Once we finish getting ready we make our way to the big white tent. 

“Hey Y/N, Hey Harry,” Cedric greets us with a smile. 

“Hey Ced,” I smile. I pull him in for a small hug as Harry greets him as well. 

“You guys nervous?” He asks as he looks at us. 

“A little,” I say softly. Cedric rubs my arm softly as he gives me a smile. 

“Thanks for the tip by the way,” Cedric says to Harry quietly. 

“No problem,” Harry says as he pats his back. I hear a quiet voice say my name. I look over to see Hermione’s head poking through the back of the tent. I move over quickly. 

“Y/N, is that you?” She asks softly. 

“Yeah, it’s me, H,” I smile. 

“How are you feeling?” Hermione asks as her voice wavers with nerves. 

“I’ll be okay, Dove,” I say softly. I watch as she pushes into the tent as she embraces me tightly. 

“Please be careful,” she says as she tucks her head under mine. I laugh softly as I hug her tightly. 

“I’ll be fine ‘Mione,” I say. 

“Glad to know you care about my safety,” Harry chuckles from behind us. We let go as Hermione hugs him tightly. 

“You be careful too you git,” Hermione laughs. Harry smiles as he pats her back softly. 

“Thanks, H,” he smiles. I hear a faint click as I turn to see Rita Skeeter standing there with her annoying self-writing quill in the air. 

“Oh a young love triangle! Y/N Y/L/N, pining after Harry Potter, the chosen one, while he’s in love with Hermione Granger!” She exclaims. Harry glares at her as she clicks another photo.

“I’m not pining after anyone you absolute twat,” I say with an eye roll. Skeeter laughs as she looks at Viktor.

“And this one is pining after Granger!” She exclaims as she clicks a picture of Viktor. His face turns red as he ignores her. I roll my eyes again as I turn back to Hermione. I see her looking at Krum as Harry’s giving me a knowing look. 

“Miss. Granger! What are you doing here?” Dumbledor asks as he enters the tent. 

“I was just leaving, professor. Good luck Y/N, good luck Harry,” she says with a soft smile. 

“Each of you will be picking a dragon, this will be the dragon who will be protecting the golden egg you need to capture in order to make it to the first task,” Dumbledor says. We each nod before Hagrid presents us with a brown bag. Cedric pulled out the Swedish Short-Snout. Next was Fleur who pulled out the Common Welsh Green. After her, Viktor pulled out the Chinese Fireball. Harry had pulled out a Hungarian Horntail, the meanest dragons of them all. Next I pulled out Hebridean Black. I close my eyes in frustration as I look over at Harry. Of course we got the two most dangerous dragons. We each hand our dragons to our coaches, mine and Harry’s being Madeye. I shake my head quickly before Cedric’s name is called to compete. 

“Good luck Ced,” I say as I pat the tall boy’s back. He shoots me a smile before walking out of the tent as the crowd erupts in cheers. I move to watch as he stands in front of the huge sleeping dragon. After a few moments the dragon looks at Cedric before letting out a loud roar as a large flame ignites in the air. Cedric is quick to draw his wand before casting a spell on a nearby rock. I watch as the rock shakes and grows four legs before a large head appears. The body follows quickly as the former rock turns into a grey dog. It barks loudly causing the dragon’s attention to shift off Cedric. He darts towards the egg quickly, he picks it up in his hands before holding up above his head with a smile. The crowd erupts into cheers and screams. I watch as the dragon turns to look at Cedric. It lets out another large flame as it hits his face. He doubles over in pain as someone quickly casts the sleeping spell on the dragon. Cedric is ushered into the tent again as he holds the egg in one hand and his face in the other. 

“You did brilliant Ced!” Harry exclaims as he walks towards the injured boy. 

“Thanks Harry,” Cedric says with a bright smile. Harry’s face turns red as I walk over. 

“Good thinking Ced, that was awesome!” I cheer as I pat the boy on the back. I watch as Madame Pompfrey gives him a potion that he downs quickly. 

“Thanks, Y/N/N. I can’t wait to see what you have in mind,” he coughs as he wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his robes. 

“Nothing as good as yours,” I smile. He shakes his head with a small smile as the burn on his face disappears. Fleur’s name is called as I talk with Cedric and Harry. Once she returns I congratulate her as she smiles and hugs me softly. 

“Thank you, your name is Y/N, yes?” Fleur says with a small smile. 

“Yeah, I’m Y/N, sorry we haven’t formally met,” I say as I rub the back of my neck softly. 

“It is okay, it has been very hectic lately,” she replies as a small giggle leaves her lips. 

“Yeah it has, just wanted to say the sleep enchantment was brilliant,” I smile. 

“Thank you very much. I can not wait to see what you have in mind!” The veela smiles at me happily. 

“Nothing as brilliant as you,” I reply. 

“I am sure that is not true,” she gives me a small smile as she hugs me softly. Viktor is called out next, the buff boy walks out as the crowd erupts in cheers. I roll my eyes as I look at Harry. 

“You and Fleur sure do seem cozy,” he teases. I roll my eyes as I punch his arm. 

“Shut up Potter,” I scoff with a blush. 

“Thought you were into ‘Mione?” He says as he leans against me. 

“I am but she’s into Krum, haven’t you noticed?” I roll my eyes. 

“Just an infatuation, he’s different,” Harry says as he flicks my forehead. I pinch his arm as he flinches before shooting a glare at me. After a little while longer Krum emerges with a smug smirk and a golden egg tucked under his arm. 

“Conjunctive curse! Good idea mate!” Cedric smiles as he pats Krum’s back. 

“Thank you,” he replies with a nod. 

“Good job getting points docked too,” I laugh. Viktor shoots me a glare as he scoffs and bumps his shoulder into mine aggressively. Harry snickers softly before his name is called. “Go on Harry! You got this!” I cheer loudly as I pat his back. 

“Thanks Y/N/N,” he smiles as he hugs me tightly before he walks out. More cheers and yells are heard as I watch. The dragon makes eye contact as he begins to run around the dragon. I watch as the dragon chases him before spitting fire at him. I hold my breath as he ducks behind a big rock. I watch him pull out his wand before he screams something. I watch as his broom flies through the air towards him. I smile as he grabs it and jumps on. He whizzes through the air quickly. I smile as I cheer loudly. He flies around the arena before my eyes widen as the dragon breaks away from the chains holding it down. It flies towards him as he whizzes away quickly. My heart sinks as I watch nervously. 

“It’s gonna be okay, he’s Harry Potter,” Cedric says as he walks up behind me. 

“I know, I’m just nervous,” I say softly. I feel a hand slip into mine as it squeezes tightly. A few minutes later Harry flies back quickly as he ducks down and grabs the egg before pulling up quickly. Cedric and I cheer loudly as I watch him hold it up triumphantly. He lands as he runs back into the tent. 

“Did you see that?” Harry exclaims loudly. 

“Hell yeah we did!” I yell. I hug him tightly as I smile. “You did great!” I feel my nerves set in as I realize it’s my turn. 

“Don’t worry, you got this,” Cedric smiles down at me. I take a deep breath as the two boys hug me tightly. I hear my name get called as I take a deep breath. I push open the tent as I smile brightly and wave at the crowd. They all begin to cheer loudly as I see the Gryffindor section letting a banner down that says ‘Let’s go Y/L/N!’. I smile happily as I look in front of me to see the big black dragon standing in front of the egg. I take a deep breath as I draw my wand. I take a step forward as I watch it stand straighter as it glares down on me. 

“Come on Y/N, you can do this,” I whisper. I look the dragon in the eyes as I stare into them. The dragon lets out a deep huff as it stares back at me. I take a few steps forward. It lunges at me as I keep my stance, acting unfazed. I hear the crowd gasp as they all watch intently. I move to the left side of the dragon before I point my wand at the large dragon. 

“Diminuendo!” I call. I watch a thin white stream leave my wand before wrapping itself around the dragon. It shrinks as a loud cheer comes from the crowd. I dart for the golden egg, not knowing how long the dragon would stay under the spell. I pick it up quickly as I turn around and hold it up. I smile brightly as I look around. I turn back to see the dragon back to it’s full size. My eyes widen as I dart away quickly. I hear a loud roar before I feel a faint feeling of warmth on my back. I turn and look at the dragon as I point my wand at it again before screaming 

“Duro!” I watch as the dragon slowly turns to stone. I smile brightly as I quickly duck into the tent. 

“Merlin Y/N! That was brilliant!” Harry says loudly as he pats my shoulder. 

“Yeah Y/N/N! That was insane!” Cedric says as he beams down at me. 

“It wasn’t big and flashy like you guys though,” I say with a light blush. 

“You used what we didn’t think to!” Harry says happily. 

“Y/N! You did incredible!” Fleur exclaims as she hugs me tightly. 

“Thank you,” I blush as I hug the tall veela back. I see Viktor rolling his eyes. I smirk to myself as I look at Harry. 

“Really Y/N, that was brilliant,” Cedric smiles. 

“Thanks Ced,” I say with a small smile. “How’s your face?” I bring my hand up to brush the part that was hit by the flame. 

“Fine now, it’s completely gone,” he smiles down at me. They announce that we all will make it to the next task as we cheer loudly. We retreat back to Hogwarts before Harry and I make our way to our dorm, with the golden eggs in our arms.

[art-i-know-yes]

Well, coping mechanism. My reaction to episode 62 of DnDaddiessss!! I have fun doing these!

SPOILERS FOR EP 62

Mnnnnhh not particularly alarmed by the episode name

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE FIFUFBDJIDBDJD IT'S THE MAGIC SCHOOL BUS "ON RON'S ARC, NO WAY" IM CRYING ALREADY FVCK

Ok so that ruined me already.

"Pretty in check or internalized"

Oh my gAaaahhdd Darryl this is why you don't repress

Nailed it

ELDRITCH SUGAR CRASH I FVKIN WISH

"Doesn't mean that I love you" sheesh ok Willy

Ohhhhh no safety net :(

Wow Ron's will and testament

"I'm a gentleman"

"It's not about you having a dUmptruck azz"

The return button

WOOOOOOOOOWWWW

"This isn't smooth Anthony"

"You gonna ghost me"

Erin is goals

beeeeeaaaaaacchhhh

Cute little baby creature

Banana Boat. BB.

Do we hAve to get fishing stuff

"Someone roll" "you mean mE"

They really said give us an encounter and then "I cast fireball at my highest level"

Genies?!?!

Why do they have to start playing dnd NOOOWWWW

Aaaaaannnnddd he's small

Henry almost saying he's not from here but quickly changing it to i haven't been here for a long time

FOUR DAYS

Baby sized Henry. How tall is Henry?

HUUUUH babybear

PAEDANNNNNN THAAAAAT'SSSS RUUUDDEEE

"You can't be best friends with your kid, that's what Glenn learned" jesUz i chocked

Wow look at them genuinely having fun being alive

"Half pint sized self"

Oooo an army consisting of: The Omega Daddies, the dragon Radiolab, 10 beefy bounty hunters, David (can't spell his last name), and 10 bluuueeecoaatssss so far

Hell yeah trees

Ohhhhh we have to make them break concentration

Pfftt what allies

Wow 1-10 hours chance to do something, every 5 hours the OD army can improve from 1-12 ways, aaaannddd everything is depending on good choices

Awww Grant happy that he's alive

Baby boi Grant is really debating

Smol Henry voice uwu

JESUS F V CKING CHRIST GLENN

"Read the room...read the beach!"

"A d4 is that all?"

Nobody has said anything about smol Henry

She's been training for this moment

Grant is the epitome of gay panic rn

I love Sparrow

"Ooo..sh-t"

Sparrow is just slightly worried

TJ teaching Ron how to play love it

5'10 HENRY 2'11 HENRY

Laaaaaaarkkk CPS ahhhhhh

Glenn being the most reactive and it doesn't even affect him

"There's a good chance we're not gonna get outta here so GOOD luck with one" AAHHHHH DARRYL YOU CANT SAAAAY THAT

Grant freaking out

Asking Glenn immediately for help

Reverse arcs

"Still a kid we're not giving him money" "Even if we do win my son is probably not gonna forgive me"

"This is for fun" YOU DECIDED TO ADD BETS DARRYL

"You want your kid to forgive you?!" "I wanna earn it!"

We love instigating

Awwww good brothers

The Hotties carrying it but also Grant had the best roll of the kids

JESUS HOW DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING

MAAATTT GAAAAHHHH

Scottish mother for Ron

"We draw the line at child soldiers" "Paedan you don't count"

Rip Grant died from gay panic

I will never express how much I love Sparrow and I love Lark too but mmmhhhh

"Your grandfather is kinda a jerk" that has been established. He kept their unconscious bodies in a secret room.

Is Henry venting to his kids

Peace maker Sparrow right now love it but I am also enjoying deadpan violent Lark

"And Sparrow likewise" his kid is so gonna try and get violent

Do not ask this man if he's ok Terry, the answer is gonna be no

Awwww Terry Jr. and Ron relationship always mwah

"I knew that from the very first moment I saw you"

Terry Jr. giving an awkward laugh

The thing Ron said about his personality is really coming back to me

gasp AFFECTION TERRY GIVE AFFECTION I LOVE IT AHH CUTE THE CARE HE DOES

"Trust me you don't want me to lose my sh-t" He's gonna unleash the Doodler

Ooooo Oooo OOOOOO Laaaaarrk

Glenn's in everyone's convos

I mean this is a conversation

Ooooof oof oooff oof oof don't be cruel

"I'm gonna kill him" "He's twelve"

Beth is angy

Wow it's really bad Henry doesn't want his kombucha

"Hey Darryl as the two good dads" BDJDKDVEJSO YOU LOST UR KID AND HIS KID IS COMPLETELY TRAUMATIZED INTO A DIFFERENT PERSON

Ya know what I wanna see Glenn have a complete breakdown

Y-y-you don't you don't know what to talk about mmm hmm k

Ahahhaha Glenn book

The GROUP scream from hearing about a string of x's

Rip Erin's mushrooms

Gleeeennnn 50/50 on going back

PFFFT

beach episode

This episode just had like a biiit more emotional baggage than I was expecting

[kishillaa]

SSM21 Day 25: Culture

It was her watch turn, and even though she knows the real Kakashi is somewhere out there looking over them, and the one sleeping with his favorite orange covered novel on his face is a clone, she still wakes up for her turn. Sakura despite herself, is a light sleeper when they sleep in the wood, that's why she doesn't need Sasuke to wake her up for her shift.

It was supposed to be new year eve that night. Their team just inconveniently land themselves a faraway mission which get them to stuck in the middle of a thick forest on their way back. Supposed, they're not going to celebrate New Year that year.

Sakura's eyes roam around the places to look for Sasuke. His turn ended already, so he should be sleeping. She walked around their camping site, knowing Kakashi is watching her to find Sasuke. It was then she noticed a lit up area many feet away from their camp site.

She cautiously walk towards it, hoping to see Sasuke there, not someone else that could be an enemy. She was glad when she found Sasuke standing before a fire she could only guess he light it using his fireball jutsu.

"Sasuke-kun." She calls out softly, moving closer to him.

The said boy look over his shoulder, eyes narrowed, "Sakura. What are you doing here?"

Sakura smiles up at him, her eyes close, "Well, it's my turn to watch over. Why don't you go to sleep?"

He ignores her, and turn back to look at the fire, "It's midnight." He spoke after sometimes.

Sakura's gaze went to the fire before them, "Happy New Year."

Sasuke's hollow demeanour causes the tone of her voice sounded small, soft and calculative.

"Ahh." He doesn't elaborate as he continue to watch the fire.

"What do you do with this fire?" Sakura asked, knowing that fire brings something significant to the Uchiha clan.

"You jump over it."

"Jump?"

Sakura isn't sure if Sasuke noticed that he doesn't act like his usual self, because he is rather chatty as he explains, "A place will be chosen to accommodate the ceremony. There would be a deep hole, dig up a few days prior at the chosen location. The evening of the New Year Eve, we will gather at the place, bringing food of our own. The male adult–I'm not sure if the female is allow but I only saw the male Uchiha. They surrounded the hole and casted their own fireball into that hole. At the beginning, the fire won't light up because there weren't any wood to hold up the fire. But at the end, the fire stays."

"We jumped over it, many many times we want. Together with family, alone, with partner. I went over it so many times I lost count."

Sakura couldn't stop looking at Sasuke as he spoke, his eyes never leave the light up fire. He turns to her then, looking sorrowful, sad. Sasuke-kun is a child after all.

Sakura send him a soft reassuring smile, "It's your tradition."

Sasuke nodded, "It's part of Uchiha culture, the fire, this ceremony."

"Is it your clan way to celebrate new year?" The pinkette asked.

"More like the way we welcome the new year with family and friends. To cherish the supposed joyful year ahead." He acquired, as he lower himself, sitting crossed leg on the ground.

Sakura follows right after, bend her legs to the side, "That's so interesting. My family is small, just my parents and I. We don't have cultural and traditional stuff like this."

He didn't say anything.

"Do you still do that? After–" Sakura paused, doesn't know how to address the elephant in the room, "I mean after everything."

"I didn't." He replied, his voice small, just above a whisper.

"Why not?"

Sasuke shrugs, "It doesn't seem right."

"You mean, because there's no one else to do it with you?"

Sasuke gazes at her swiftly and stare at her for a few seconds, "It won't bring out the true meaning behind it. No family and friends to celebrate it with. No joyful year to cherish. It doesn't makes sense if I still doing it." and then he continues lowly, his eyes lowered to the ground, "It makes me feel dejected."

Sakura blinks her tears away. Sasuke-kun sounded so sad. And then, something inside Sakura snapped. She looks in Sasuke's direction, determination adorned her face. She abruptly stands on her feet, pulling Sasuke's hand to rise up with her.

"What are you doing?" Sasuke barked, glares at her menacingly.

Sakura just send him her close eyes genuine smile and gently pull him with her to walk up the tree beside them. Sasuke, even though protesting earlier, follow her. Walking on a tree has become like a nature for them since their land of waves mission just a little over a month before.

Sakura lead them to stand on the tree branch. Under them is a ground which is about a meter or so away from Sasuke's fireplace. "Is this height okay?" She asked, tightening her grip on his hand.

"We're not–" He paused as he glances below them. And even Sakura's heart responded to the look Sasuke is having; determined, mournful and longing.

"This is fine." He settles on.

"Great," Sakura chirped, "We will jumped to the other side. There's a branch there, or do you you want to go right to the ground?"

She blushes when Sasuke turn to look at her with such intense, she almost stop breathing. "Y-Yes?" She squeaks.

"We'll jumped onto the branch first, and then to the ground. And we'll do separately if you'd like." He suggested.

Sakura was nodding her head continuously, happy that he agreed with her idea. Happy that he include her in his tradition, "Okay."

"Ready?" Sasuke said, he looks excited, content, happy even.

Sakura couldn't help but feel giddy herself, "Yes!" She exclaimed. Their hold tighten in each others hand.

At Sakura's third count, they both jump simultaneously.

Sakura squeals as they both went up in the air. The cold air hit them causing the adrenaline pumped in their system making her excitement and giddiness intensify, adding the warm heat raises from the fire, and everything feels perfect. It feels weird, but fun and absolute exhilarating. Beside her, Sasuke even though doesn't screaming like she did, looking excited too. The almost un-Sasuke-like grin was plastered over his face looking at her, as she did. Too soon, they both landed on the next branch.

And then she was laughing, she doesn't know why she does, but she did. She laughs so hard that Sasuke had to support her before she falls, "This is so much fun!" She exclaimed.

"Again?" Sasuke asked, amused. And jump they did.

They were panting so hard, so very hard after their umpteenth time jump–neither care to count.

"This is so amazing." She exclaimed as she slid down the tree they use as their platform to jump and sat below it, wiping the sweats on her forehead. "I'd definitely do that again next year."

Sasuke sit beside her, panting a little better than Sakura. The look of calm and satisfaction masked his previously dull and sorrowful face.

"You remembered that this is Uchiha's tradition, right?" Sasuke reminds.

Sakura looks at him, "Yes," She sheepishly rub her cheek with her finger, "I'm sorry I enjoyed it a little too much."

When Sasuke didn't respond, Sakura tilted her head to the side, blinking her eyes, "What is it?"

Sasuke looks away, his usually pale face turns crimson red, "If other people beside Uchihas join the ceremony–" He paused, "It only means, they're marrying an Uchiha, and becoming one themselves."

Sakura blinks again, many many times in confusion before finally–finally–it clicked, and her face went bright red, "O-ohh."

Sasuke scoff–still blushing–and spoke, "Don't think too much into it. I'm the only Uchiha left, I can fix it to how I want it to be."

"W-Well." Sakura started, "I don't actually mind marrying Sasuke-kun." She mutters.

Sasuke let out a rough breath, frustrated with the raised in the heat on his face, "I told you don't think about it."

Sakura giggles, "Okay."

He tched, face reddened and turn away from her.

The next day, Naruto found his teammates, sleeping soundly against each other, leaning against the tree. Sakura has her head burried in Sasuke's neck, while Sasuke's face is nestled comfortably in her hair. Less assured, they were both pestered by Naruto all the way back to the village.

-

Sakura and his wedding was done in a rush, or so others thought.

It was however half true,

The marriage was actually quite plan. They were somewhere at North East having dinner when Sasuke asked, "Do you think you'll marry me?"

Sakura chocked on her meat hearing clearly what he had said, "W-Water." She demand, hands patting on the table, eyes brimming with tears as the meat, hard and a little sharp at its edges pained her.

Sasuke let out a frustrated sigh as he offer her his drink. He waited until she finished the plain water and calmed down, "Are you okay?"

Sakura shakes her head as she breaths, her cheeks tainted pink and then she burst out, "It's not something you should casually ask during dinner. I mean, it absolutely should be asked during a dinner. But not so abruptly, and while I was trying to swallow this rock hard meat."

"I apologise." The nerve this guy has.

Sakura huffs crossing her hands over her chest looking away from her lover, feigning a sulk, "You couldn't do it romantically, could you?"

"Sakura."

Sakura bite her lips as she returns her gaze over Sasuke, and let out her giggle at the warning tone Sasuke used as he said her name.

"Fine." She said, "I saw a courthouse while we went around this village earlier. We'll stop by tomorrow before we furthering our journey."

Sasuke looks at her, nodding and says his thanks by holding her hand up to his lips and kiss that skin of hers tenderly, lingering there for a few moments. He looks up then, seeing the tears in her eyes, the redness on her cheeks, "Thank you, Sakura."

The night after that, they stare at the signed scroll of their marriage. Their gaze linger a minute too long at the new name written in cursive writing,

Sakura Haruno-Uchiha

And that night, they jumped over the fire again, many many times to celebrate their new marital status, before they went tired and lay down on the grassy ground, star gazing up the sky.

There weren't any traditional clothes. Nothing his mother will fuss over if she's present during their marriage.

There weren't any grand extra-vagant ceremonial reception, that his mother would be stressing about but doing it rather fondly.

There weren't anyone else presence during their signing, which is fine for both of them.

Sasuke was born in an old clan, with many traditions and cultures and ceremony to follow. But all those died down, together with the other Uchihas leaving him to recreate them himself for the new generation.

The next time they found themselves jump over the fire was when Sarada was born. Karin is the witness this time as she watched the Uchiha family, cradling their precious child, and jump together over the fire for the best years ahead of Sarada Uchiha, cherishing hopefully the joyful life of hers.

[dangerousconnoisseurdonut]

Magical Thieves AU

In a Gotham where about 40% of the population have some sort or magical ability and only something like 13% have two abilities, Bruce is a street rat with his honourary sister, Selina, and the two are excellent cat burglars, known as the Cat and the Bat. Selina is a Shadow Magic user; she can blend into the shadows as well as bring her shadow to life in extreme circumstances. She is called a Night Stalker, and is not trusted by many of those gifted with Light Arts. Bruce though, if anyone knew what his real abilities were, he would be locked up in the interest of public safety; he is often referred to as simply a Chaos Courtesan, despite not being a Chaos Mage.

Bruce is one of the 13% that has two abilities; the first one alone would have him be monitored for the rest of his life, Technomagic, an ability that allows him access to computer files, all kinds of electrical data, and possess mechanical devices, and those are only the surface of his abilities, but they are enough to warrant the government being worried about him. His other, arguably stronger ability, however, would have Bruce either locked up in a special facility where he never saw another living person ever again, or killed; Blood Magic. An ability that is hard to regulate as the user can literally use their own blood or that of their attackers/victims against them. They can turn a person’s blood into acid so they are eaten away from the inside out, they can track a person as well as those with Animal Magic, and they can supposedly even control people by binding their blood.

Selina and Bruce have been siblings since they were nine-years-old and Selina found Bruce wandering around, looking for something to eat. Bruce’s parents were from feuding families and when they fell in love, they were both disowned, and they became rather good thieves themselves, until the police caught up with them and killed them in a shoot-out. Selina and Bruce have stuck with each other and managed to become two of the most sought after professional thieves around, and they have been saving for the chance to get out of Gotham for the chance of a normal life. They need just one more good payday and they ca leave for good; unfortunately, that opportunity comes in the form of Roland Daggett and Rupert Thorne (Sofia and Theo work as well, I just thought something different). They are offering the pair a huge payout, in return for what others would call a suicide mission; rip-off the King and Queen of Gotham themselves, Oswald Cobblepot and Barbara Kean. Bruce is all for ignoring this job as this is beyond dangerous, but the pair are also offering papers that will identify the pair as harmless, low-level White Magic users; papers that would cost upwards of $50,000 a piece.

Selina talks Bruce into taking the job and they stake out the place to prepare for Gotham’s social event of the year; The King and Queen’s Masquerade Ball. Selina poses as someone called to do a repair job to get access to the house and they learn the layout of the house, particularly the room that holds their prizes; two beautiful rings that identify Oswald and Barbara as the King and Queen. The night of the ball, Selina attends as a low level socialite and Bruce is a waiter, both wearing one of his blood glamors to help add to their anonymity. Soon, however, a hush falls over the crowd as the King and Queen make their entrance with their respective courts. Barbara enters with her consort Tabitha, her botanist, Ivy Pepper, and her two bodyguards, Bridgit Pike and Ecco Valeska.

Then there’s Oswald with his consort, Captain James Gordon of the GCPD, his engineer, Jeremiah Valeska (Ecco’s half brother), his advisor, Jervis Tetch, chemist, Jonathan Crane, his own bodyguards Jerome Valeska and Victor Fries, his informant (and not-so-secret assassin), Victor Zsasz, and his Chief of Staff, Alfred Pennyworth. Each of them have dangerous magical abilities and none were meant to be trifled with but, if Selina and Bruce want that big payday and those papers, then trifle they must. Some time passes and the pair actually find themselves talking to members of the courts; Bridgit hates these things and enjoys talking to those who feel as uncomfortable as she does, and Bruce finds himself saving Jonathan from an embarrassing situation. Still though, once the Ball really gets going, Bruce and Selina break away to the room where the rings are housed and just as they grab the rings, Bruce feels a frisson of unease shoot up his back; they’ve been caught.

The two Courts enter the room, and Oswald reveals he’s actually flattered that Gotham’s infamous Cat and Bat Thieves have not only targeted him, but gotten so far, though he was suspicious when a random repair worker appeared at the house, given that Jeremiah always takes care of such problems. Still, as he’s an admirer of their skills and he’s in such a good mood from the party, all they have to do is put the rings back and tell him who hired them, they can leave peacefully. Bruce and Selina both know, however, if they show up empty handed, let alone give up who hired them, they will be a pair of dead ducks. When Bridgit throws a small fireball at the pair to scare them,  Bruce and Selina show their magic to protect themselves, and now Barbara finds them very interesting, offering them a fair percentage of what they would have made if they pulled off the heist. The pair still refuse to give up so easily as not having to buy those papers themselves, would save a large chunk of their savings.

Things go from bad to worse however when Jim and Alfred notice the blood charms and there’s just something too homey about them not to be handmade, and they realize that one of the pair is a Blood Mage. Once Oswald is informed of this, he’s ecstatic and informs Jerome to test the pair as the psychotic ginger is a chaos mage, and the only thing that can stand up to them are those of Order magic and Blood magic. Thanks to Jerome, they quickly figure out that Bruce is a Chaos Courtesan, and Oswald and Barbara know they need these two in their Courts. Not knowing this, Bruce and Selina make a break for it, which is helped by the fact Bruce managed to get a small sample of everyone’s blood, giving him a slight edge.

The two are about to take the staircase heading to the front door when Ivy manages to trip Selina, sending her careening down the stairs, thankfully only knocking her out. As Bruce reaches the bottom of the stairs to grab Selina, he instead is grabbed by the two Victor’s, Jim, and Jervis, who are quick to hide him in a small alcove as the other guests come to investigate Selina’s scream from her fall. Oswald and Barbara are quick to act as concerned hosts over the ‘poor dear who had a touch too much champagne and lost her balance’, a story corroborated by Bridgit and Ivy. When no one comes forward to claim her, Tabitha is quick to suggest they look after her, so they move her to a secure room.

Oswald meanwhile joins the other males, and Jervis tries to compel the truth from Bruce, but Bruce still has a vial of Jervis’ blood, and smashes it so that he can temporarily be immune to Jervis’ power. Zsasz and Fries however are quick to point out that Selina is very vulnerable at the moment and it wouldn’t be hard to...

Bruce is quick to reveal everything and give the rings back, not willing to let anything happen to Selina. Oswald orders some of his men to go to the meeting spot where Bruce and Selina were to meet Daggett and Thorne and take care of things. Bruce hopes to be able to leave with Selina once she regains consciousness, but Oswald naturally has other ideas;

Oswald: Let an injured kitten and obviously malnourished bat go wondering off into the night?! The ASPCA would have my head on a platter! Not to mention Barbara would have a separate one for my balls.

Jim: She is an avid animal lover, especially when it comes to cats. Same with Tabitha.

Oswald: Yeah, and I do not want that woman coming after me with her whip.

Bruce, starting to struggle between the two Victor’s: I will look after her; she’s survived worse falls than that! We both have!

Oswald: You see?! The kitten and no doubt baby bat, uh, what do you call a baby bat, anyways?

Jervis, enjoying himself: A pup.

Oswald: Thank you, Jervis; a kitten and a pup who are constantly being abused on the streets of Gotham?! Obviously they need someone to look after them! Do you like bats, Victors?

Victor Z: I think they’re adorable.

Victor F: Yeah, and this one is a real cutie.

Bruce: You can’t do this! Selina and I are people, not pets! We can look after ourselves!

Jim: And I’m the Captain of the GCPD, and I don’t think you can!

Alfred appears: Oswald, Ms. Kean has seen to it that her new kitten is properly situated in her new room, and I have prepared one for our bat whenever you’re ready.

Oswald: Thank you Alfred, if you would please? I wonder how much harder it is to train bats than birds?

Victor F: We’ll figure it out; besides, you always did love a challenge.

Bruce tries to cast one last spell, only to feel a sharp pain in his neck, and know no more.

For all those who liked my Underwater Gotham AU, I thank you and hope you’ll like this one just as much. Please leave a comment if you do!

[gofancyninjaworld]

OPM Manga Chapter 139 Review: Abyss

Story:  Unexpected Blast

Perspective matters.  From our perspective last chapter, the hole that should be a hole is full of a curled up figure.   We start the chapter with Flashy Flash, Saitama and Manako trying to make sense of something in the blackness.   Try as Manako might,  she can bring no light to bear on whatever’s out there.   They’re interrupted in their investigations by a voice.  This voice invites them to touch the cube and let it grant them their wishes... if it wants... like the world’s worst genie. 

For more see under the cut!  This is a long one!

Before they can consider the terms the infernal cube is offering, what happens but your regular rip in spacetime that just so happens to deposit the much-mentioned but never seen hero, Blast?  He grabs the cube,  spins it on a finger and off it vanishes into another dimension, along with the outraged shrieks of the being who wasn’t finished tempting Saitama’s little troupe.   Blast is nice enough to take them to the surface, although not before explaining that time is running slow in the hole. So don’t expect Flashy Flash and Saitama anytime soon.

...I must confess I’m distracted by Flashy Flash’s ass and heels.

Anyway, back to the now.   Directly on the heels of Orochi being cast down, we watch the heroes who weren’t part of the monster-bashing festival acting as the rearguard, but mostly spectating.  Well, Child Emperor isn’t spectating -- he’s deep in a personal crisis from having erroneously excluded Genos and Bang from participating and wants Zombieman to take over command.  As Sweetmask pooh-poohs the idea,  Zombieman demurs, pointing out that the boy’s ability to admit error and seek to understand make for the capacity to improve.

AND THEN!  FATALITY!  Zombieman shoves Child Emperor out of the way just in time to catch the fireballs of Homeless Emperor, ugh.

The rearguard is under attack, but unfortunately no help is forthcoming as everyone else is transfixed (metaphorically) by  Tatsumaki transfixing (literally) Orochi using the former Subterranean city as a skewer.   It drives Orochi into the earth, twisting and smearing him as it goes, until he finally expires in front of an altar where there’s a mural depicting a suspiciously Orochi-like figure receiving sacrifices.   Gee, I wonder what that means? Orochi dying where he was born, always sweet.

Well, the scumtastic monsters collectively known as the cadre are finally bubbling up to the surface.  They’ve conveniently waited until their boss has taken the punishment and tired out the really big scary heroes they don’t want to tangle with. This is going to get nasty.

Meta: Evil Space Lawyers and other beasts

You didn’t read the small print

I don’t know the anon who wrote to me to point out that the confiscation that ‘God’ spoke of is exactly the same as the word used when He took away Homeless Emperor’s powers and that it’s a legal term He used.   Evil Space Lawyer indeed.  Setting up and executing unilateral contracts without notice. 

We don’t know much about God yet, but so far, the people who we do know He’s ‘helped’ have been exceptionally homicidal freaks acting out of a deep-seated hatred of humanity who’ve been all too willing to use their powers to inflict sickening harm on the world. 

Keep spoiling his fun, Blast!

You know, I’m pleased to meet the coolest uncle in the world, Blast, but honestly, there isn’t much *to* him.  At least, not yet.  Sure he’s cool. It’s great to see that Blast really is an exceptional hero who can spoil ‘God’s’ fun -- at least better than he can kill off giant monsters. Yes, it’s neat to see that he has a means to get around to the unlikeliest of places.  Yes, it’s nice to look at his eyes and realise that Blue is telling no more than the truth (characters in OPM usually are).  But okay, and? So? I’m sure that he’ll be back, and when he is, we’ll have more reason to care.

I do enjoy the detail of showing how he’s been ageing over time through the discrepancies between characters’ memories of him and how he is in the present day.

Sitch really was just telling the truth when he said that Blast was someone who wouldn’t be ordered around.  I’m not wondering either at Sekingar saying that Blast is semi-retired and only a handful of executives can get hold of him.  It all fits.

I freaking love that the various jack-in-the-box reveals are being destroyed and turned into more organic story-telling.  ONE has the space, he may as well, as it also clears the way to do deeper storytelling about both the OPM world and its denizens.

Sit down, be humble

Man, the small but interesting changes between how Flashy Flash’s Very Bad No Good Day unfolded in the webcomic and the manga continue to amuse me. He’s been buried in an undignified position and dug out by a pair of clowns.  His beloved Instakill has been murdered by a hyperactive midget with a twitchy index finger.  And now the worst thing of all, not feeling like he’s the fastest thing on the planet has happened now once, but TWICE.

Heh, I wonder who Flashy Flash will take his wounded ninja pride out on.

Oh, the humanity!

Parentification is when a child is pressed into the role of taking on adult responsibilities to make up for unreliable adults.  It’s been a big problem that Child Emperor has been struggling with and I was both heartbroken and hopeful to see Child Emperor admit that the impossible position he was in was, in fact, impossible.  I wouldn’t call his decisions bad -- under the circumstances, with no one by him to advise, they were the best decisions he could make.   The outcome of the decision was just very unhelpful.

I was more than a little sad when the upshot of Zombieman’s kind words boiled down to Child Emperor still being left carrying the can.

Speaking of humanity,  it’s a gimme for web comic readers that Amai Mask is speaking without turning his head to look at Zombieman. So far, he’s been able to hide his shame from everyone, that he’s turning into a real monster.  But for how much longer?

In passing

Fun little thing.  As Manako lights up the world, just look at Flashy Flash’s body:

A second fun thing: Child Emperor’s memory of Genos being a mix of actual observation -- the lack of spikes -- and what he preferred to remember.  Choosing not to remember that he was naked, good boy!

Btw, between Flashy Flash, Saitama, and Blast, that’s three of the four known cape-wearing heroes in one room. Nice!

[art-of-love-and-war]

Hello! Can I request Angst Nobunaga ×MC where MC is pregnant and at the labour time she finds difficulties and barely survives but gives birth to a healthy baby .Thanks in advance

All our days

Pairing: Nobunaga Oda x Reader

Rating: Everyone

Word count: 1403 words    

Warning/s: Pregnancy themes, mentions of blood, very slight angst.

Notes: Hello everybody! Please remember that my inbox is always open if anyone would like to request something!

Inspiration: All our days by Casey Lee Williams

Then one day, you arrived. I heard your angel cry. Helpless, small, and perfect. Welcome to your life.

You were having sweet dreams, walking on clouds.

Yet it became distant as your beautiful dream faded and you woke up feeling a sudden and quite painful kick from your belly.

‘They are kicking.’ You thought, trying to focus your sight in the darkness of the tenshu.

As you were approaching the end of your pregnancy, the child you were carrying got more insistent inside you, moving and kicking as if they knew they were going to come out soon.

This time it had been different, your body felt too heavy as you struggled to sit up as you felt another kick. A whimper left your lips, waking your husband up.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, sitting up next to you with concern clear in his eyes, reaching with a gentle hand to brush your hair back behind your ear.

“I don’t know…” you rested your hands on your stomach. “They are kicking too hard this time.”

On a normal night, you’d wake up for a few minutes some nights, but something deep inside you told you that it would be difficult to go back to sleep tonight.

With a small huff, you tried to stand up and Nobunaga quickly stood before you to help you on your feet to make sure you didn’t fall. “I’ll have someone bring you something to drink.”

“No, no,” you held his hand, smiling softly. “It’s too late; I don’t want to bother anyone now. I just want to move for a little bit.”

You knew he had been on edge for the past weeks and that he tried his hardest to finish his work to tend your needs and take care of you and your unborn child. You were grateful for it and appreciated his and everyone’s efforts.

Servants, vassals, and guards all kept an eye out for you. The other seamstresses you were friends with openly told you to take a break and not push yourself to work on your pending commissions for your well-being and your child’s.

You brought your hand to rest over your belly, smiling.

‘You aren’t born yet, little one. We all care for you and want to meet you soon.’ You thought to yourself as you walked towards the balcony to watch the full moon in its entire splendor.

Nobunaga walked up behind you, setting a haori over your shoulders and then wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm. 

“You are smiling.” He observed with a soft smile of his own adorning his lips, carnelian eyes bright and soft.

You leaned comfortably against his broad chest with a sigh of content. “I was just thinking about them.” Your smile widened at the memory of you thinking that three months before going back to your time would seem like an eternity, but know these eight –almost nine—months passed by in a blink of an eye.

Nobunaga hummed, resting his chin on your shoulder to place a kiss on your cheek. “It won’t be long before they come.”

You nodded happily, nuzzling him as you stood in comfortable silence, watching the moon for a while.

Another kick, stronger than the past few, almost made you jump.

The thoughts that your child was only restless and having a bad night were replaced when the pain in your lower back became unbearable, and then you felt…wetness, growing between your legs.

You looked down, expecting to find that your water had broken, but your sleeping robes were not stained with the clear liquid.

It was blood.

You felt nothing but panic, fearing that this child, your child, would be lost before seeing the world, and as you turned you could see it in Nobunaga’s eyes too, that liquid fear that ran through your veins and filled your mind with the worst of thoughts.

He called your name, holding you securely in his arms before carefully lifting you off your feet.

You clung for dear life to him, fighting the fear and the pain as he took you through the hallways until you could no longer resist the agony you had been holding back.

The painful wail that you let out certainly woke all of Azuchi up.

[*]

He had been waiting outside the room for hours now after the midwife had dismissed him, even if he demanded on staying with you.

The night had been insanely long, making him think that he was trapped inside the most horrible of hells, all of his deeds had caught upon him and his punishment was listening to your pain through the screen door without the power to do anything to stop your suffering.

Even if he didn’t show it, he was dying a little inside, knowing that your life and the life of your child could be at stake, that he could lose both of you. It terrified him to no end and he could feel himself growing colder and colder.

If he paid enough attention and listened carefully, he could hear nothing in the castle, as if time itself had stopped.

Hideyoshi and company had arrived not long after and had stayed with him like silent guardians, voicing their concern for your health until morning rose completely, and they had left him in solitude to fill his place for the day as you were the only thing in his mind.

He battled his exhaustion on this so-called emergency day off, just listening to your panting and soft cries.

Time slowed down for him once more, as a sudden silence took over. Every hair in his body stood up in alert as he waited in this hell of uncertainty.

Fearing the worst, he stood up, slowly reaching for the door with a shaky hand, knowing that you could be gone, knowing that everything he had built with you could collapse.

He stopped when he heard a small muffled whine, followed by a very loud cry.

He bolted and almost kicked the door at the sound, knowing that he almost had pushed one of the women assisting you as he made his way to you in a hurry.

You smiled widely with exhaustion, sweaty everywhere, probably fighting to keep your eyes open.

“Nobunaga!”

“Fireball!” He couldn’t contain the emotion in his voice, falling on his knees before you and cupping your face in his hands to place a needy kiss to your lips and then your forehead, brushing the wet strands of hair away from your flushed face.

You giggled, letting him eye you and hold you to make sure you were okay

The midwife finally approached you, after cleaning the crying baby and wrapping them in a blanket for you to hold. She bowed respectfully to you, offering you the small baby. “My lady, you had a healthy baby boy.” 

She bowed low to the floor as you reached for your child, looking at him for the first time. 

The moment you cradled him in your arms, his little cries slowly ceased, whimpering and seeking the warmth of your chest.

You looked at Nobunaga, who had his eyes set on the little human now resting against you.

That panic and the fear that came with the darkness of the night was now gone. The child now swaddled in your arms, pressed against your chest…it was something so natural and pure that every bit of darkness and fear of death was cast back from the strength of the light he radiated. You were holding life.

Nobunaga pressed a kiss to your brow, leaning his head against yours as he reached to caress his son’s face with his fingers, gently grazing his soft, velvety skin with his calloused hand.

You saw how his eyes suddenly were brimming with life and light, bliss and everything that could possibly make him feel whole, like a new man, seeing his heir…His son.

Your child.

His family.

He trembled when he reached to hold him. Yet, Nobunaga resisted, deciding to wraps his arms around you and press another loving kiss to your face.

“Thank you.” He muttered, voice thin and almost broken, but he still resisted, having to be strong, but you heard the emotional strain on his voice.”I won’t ever let you leave my side again.”

Nobunaga can only look down at the little boy in your arms and just feel... overwhelmed by emotion and the pain and fear of losing it all and everything just vanishing into a dream. 

He can’t lose you, he won’t allow himself for harm to come your way.

He had made himself that promise to protect you since the moment you conquered his heart, and now he promised he would be stronger to protect what you had built together with determination and love.

Nobunaga would take care of you, and your son for as long as he breathed.

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"You're a clever group, Mighty Nein." Lucien cackled and grinned as he danced his way around Caleb, the tail constantly grabbing onto Caleb's hand, arms, wrists, and chest. 

"You called us here, Nonagon," Caleb sighed, grabbing him and looking him in the eye.

"Invited, darling. I'm not forcing you to be here. You can leave." Lucien smiled and tilted his head to the side, letting his hair fall away from his peacock tattoo. The eye on his neck glowed red. He leaned closer, his eyes widened with surprise as Caleb kept his eyes even with him. "But achievements are better with friends, no?"

Caleb was quiet, not responding to the small comment. 

Lucien pouted but backed off, his tail dropping softly. "And what of your guide? We know the way, it would not be wise to have someone here with no emotional connection."

"You murdered his employer the night before the trek was to be. I believe it would be you who will pay him his dues." Caleb spoke up. 

Lucien's head dropped and walked towards the entrance of the cave. 

"You have a lot of nerve asking the Nonagon to do something so superficial." Cree hissed. Caleb shrugged in response. 

Lucien took full advantage of the ice by sliding back with a lighter coin purse and a happy guide getting as far away from them as possible.

"Well since that's taken care of, why don't we catch up. I'm sure we have a lot to discuss." Lucien smiled. 

"Not here, much too cold." Caleb huffed, his lips half blue. 

"Well unless you have a spell-" Cree snapped trying to position herself between Lucien and the rest of the group.

It was Caleb's turn to smile. 

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The tower was big and wonderful. Once Lucien figured out the floating mechanic, he had to stop himself from using it to dance in the air. 

The cats were watching him with cautious eyes. Lucien didn't mind, they didn't stop him from going anywhere. Which led to many little discoveries and one all too big discovery.

"I recognize torture chambers, I've seen too many in my time. Why is there one above our heads." Lucien asked Caleb, who simply looked up from his spot in his hot bath. 

"I see you have the same curiosity we do, Nonagon." Caleb sighed. "And you are the first in either one of our friend groups to find it." 

"Why is it there?" Lucien was trying to read Caleb. 

"It's where it was in the towers in the school I grew up," Caleb hummed. 

"A school?!" Lucien almost shrieked. 

Caleb stood up and dried himself off. "I will see you at dinner, my friend" Caleb placed a kiss on Lucien's forehead. 

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Lucien was ready to kick himself when he saw Caleb at dinner. His hair was down and loose.

He was staring, he knew, but the hair was like pure copper. Lucien was half tempted to shine a light against it. Cree elbowed Lucien to get him to focus, but the group noticed. 

Lucien regretted nothing. 

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Caleb did some reading before going to bed. He knew he created enough guest rooms for the Tomb Takers, but there was a purple head sticking out of his sheets. 

"Nonagon." Caleb sighed. A red eye opened. 

"It's comfortable here." His accent was even thicker as he was tired. 

Caleb just hummed and sat on the bed.

"You don't have to call me that," Lucien whispered. 

"What would you prefer to be called?" Caleb ran his fingers through Lucien's hair.  Lucien sighed and shrugged.

"Whatever you like. Nonagon is too formal." Lucien curled closer to him. 

"Lucien?" Caleb asked. The tiefling nodded. 

"I like how you say that," Lucien mumbled. "Stay for warmth?"

So Caleb slept with Lucien's head on his chest and hands tangled in his hair. 

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The two groups traveled easily, Lucien and Fjord uneasily lead the groups to the next point. Lucien's stomach clenched. 

"Get down!" Lucien screamed as two mages and a fighter came towards the group, launching spell after spell towards Lucien and Caleb, cutting them off from the others. 

Lucien hissed and casts a blood ritual blinding the mages. Caleb went to cast a fireball, but a projectile hit him first. 

Lucien watched with wide eyes as a spear hit Caleb square in the chest. 

The group caught up later. The bodies of the attackers lay fallen, not quite whole but Lucien was holding onto Caleb, his eyes bright and desperate. 

"No. No. No. No. Light. Stay with me, stay with me." Lucien whispered, calling to him in infernal. 

Caduceus took a step forward and Lucien just glared at him, not quite seeing him step forward, hissing vague curses at him. Jester and Fjord had to hold him back as Caduceus cast healing. Lucien didn't realize he was hyperventilating until his breath evened out, just watching Caleb take a breath. They let Lucien go and he jumped right back to Caleb's side. 

"Hello, darling, you're ok. Keep shining bright." Lucien kissed Caleb's forehead. 

"Shi-" Jester asked. 

Lucien grabbed her hand and let Jester see. 

There was a glow surrounding the Nein, with Caleb at her feet practically glowing with bright colors throughout. 

"Mo- that's beautiful…" Jester caught herself. Lucien let go and grabbed onto Caleb, holding him close. 

"He really is." 

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #43: Charles-Henri Sanson

Welcome back to Fate and Phantasms, today we’re building French Royalty’s leading cause of death, Charles-Henri Sanson! Sanson is and Inquisitive Rogue with just a dash of Grave Cleric added in for a bit of healing. He also technically holds the record for having the most powerful single attack of any build so far, being able to drop every servant made so far in one hit, or even outright a majority of them through raw damage.

You can check out his spreadsheet over here, or read the level-by-level breakdown below the cut.

Race and Background

Sanson’s a human like most servants, giving him +1 to all stats. He’s also had to deal with the aftermath of his own profession, making him a Haunted One. This gives him proficiency in Arcana and Investigation, as well as giving him the feature Heart of Darkness. This makes commoners more polite to you (probably on account of your profession) and they may even take up arms in your defense.

Stats

You’re a doctor, so your Wisdom and Intelligence are naturally high. Your Dexterity is next, followed by your Constitution and Strength. Being an executioner doesn’t require you to be that physically fit, so these scores aren’t the highest or that low. We need dexterity the most and strength the least, hence the order. Finally, dump Charisma. You can’t help being French, after all.

Class Levels

1. Cleric 1: At first level, clerics get proficiency in Wisdom and Charisma saves, as well as two cleric skills, yours are Medicine and History. You’re a doctor, and a list of your clientele reads like a history book. You also get Spellcasting at this level using your wisdom for its ability, as well as the features Circle of Mortality and Eyes of the Grave. 

Your Circle of Mortality causes you to always maximize healing done on creatures at 0 HP, and you know Spare the Dying, which for you has a 30′ range and can be cast as a bonus action. This is great for you; it will maximize the small bit of healing you get for those who need it most. 

The Eyes of the Grave lets you spend an action to detect any undead within 60′ of you a couple of times per long rest. You’re already pretty uncomfortable that a lot of your clients are walking around as servants-zombies would just be too much for you.

Finally, first level clerics gain three cantrips and the ability to prepare first level spells. You’ll get Toll the Dead for thematic purposes, Light to help your pitiful human eyes in most circumstances, and Mending to patch up any tears in your sweet jacket. You also get Bane and False Life as domain spells. You’re a doctor, so healing isn’t out of the ordinary for you, and you also know exactly how to hit a creature to weaken it, rather than kill.

2. Cleric 2: Second level clerics get two options for their Channel Divinity that replenishes every short rest: the standard Turn Undead that forces zombies away from you on a failed wisdom save, and the grave cleric’s Path to the Grave. This is an action you can use to curse a creature until the end of your next turn. The first time they take damage from you or an ally, they have vulnerability to that attack’s damage, effectively doubling its power. You don’t have too much attack power of your own right now, so it’s more of a support tool than anything.

3. Cleric 3: Third level clerics gain second level spells, including Gentle Repose and Ray of Enfeeblement. Like before, you know how to hamper a body as well as destroy it, and letting the dead find rest is the least you can do. Overall, I’d recommend preparing healing spells each day, your future levels will more than make up for damage.

4. Rogue 1: Switching into the rogue class, you gain one skill proficiency. Insight powers most of your features, so it’ll be smart to grab that. You also gain Expertise in Medicine and Insight. They’re both the same number now, so maybe you can talk your DM into letting you use medicine where your features say insight for the sake of flavor. Your knowledge of the human body also earns you a Sneak Attack, extra damage when you have advantage over another creature. We’re using a short sword for this build, since we need a finesse weapon to perform sneak attacks. I’m disappointed that we can’t give him a proper sword too, but honestly it’s going to be a very small part of your damage.

 You also learn your Thieves’ Cant, which for you is your Doctor’s Script. Those things are impossible to read.

5. Rogue 2: At second level, you get a Cunning Action each turn: you can use your bonus action to dash, disengage, or hide. Sometimes being a doctor means you have to be in a lot of places at once, and this is as close as you’re going to get.

6. Rogue 3: Your sneak attack increases to 2d6, and you enter your roguish archetype, the Inquisitive. You get a lot of goodies when you first join: Ear for Deceit means your Insight check against people lying to you is always at least a roll of 8. Eye for Detail lets you use a bonus action to make perception checks to spot hidden things or uncover clues with an Investigation check. (You may have noticed that’s literally what those checks do anyway, but at least you can do it during combat now.) Those two aren’t that useful to this build, though you could flavor the Ear for Deceit as you knowing the physical signs of lying through your training as a doctor, if you really want to stretch it.

The real reason we’re here is your last feature at third level, Insightful Fighting. This lets you use a bonus action to make a Medicine (or Insight, if your DM’s a stickler) check vs a creature’s Deception check to uncover the exact points to strike them. On a success, you can use your sneak attack against them so long as you don’t have disadvantage. This lasts for a minute, or until you start focusing on another creature.

7. Rogue 4: For your first ASI, become a Healer. This means when you stabilize a creature with a healing kit, you’ll also heal them for one HP. That doesn’t sound like much, but it’s the difference between stabbing and not stabbing, so your fighter better appreciate it. You can also use a healing kit for (shocker) healing, which surprisingly you couldn’t before. Now you can heal somebody for 1d6+4 HP, plus their maximum number of hit dice. It’s not much more breathing room than the stabilizing feature, but every little bit helps. You can also only use that last part once per short rest per creature.

8. Rogue 5: Your sneak attack increases to 3d6, and you learn how to Uncanny Dodge, reacting to halve damage from a single attack. This is great for you, because rogues are not known for their copious amounts of health, and you’re probably already using your healing to keep your party alive.

9. Rogue 6: Another level, another round of Expertise. Most of your important skills are already taken care of, so let’s buff your History and Investigation for the heck of it.

10. Rogue 7: Your sneak attack increases again, and you get some Evasion. Now fireballs don’t really matter to you, so you can ignore enemy spellcasters and focus on preemptively healing your party by killing anything that would harm them.

11. Rogue 8: Your next ASI is going towards your Dexterity for better stabbing and better AC. Yeah, I know I gave him pretty low dexterity to start with, but do you really think we’re gonna keep him there?

12. Rogue 9: Another Sneak Attack buff! Now you can slap 5d6 onto a stab. You also learn how to keep a Steady Eye, giving you advantage on perception and investigation checks as long as you’re moving at half speed. You can also just move half your speed, make the check, and then keep on trucking. What’s the DM going to do, retroactively make you fail?

13. Rogue 10: One last ASI into Dexterity. It’s not maxed out, but we have other things to focus on. Honestly I’m not sure how dexterity and using a guillotine are related, but I’m sure you’ll figure it out.

14. Rogue 11: Your sneak attack grows once more, and you gain some Reliable Talent. Now any skill check you’re proficient in will always use a roll of at least 10, making your Ear for Deceit utterly worthless! You’re literally made of Arcana, Medicine, and History, so it all checks out.

15. Rogue 12: Now we’re spending your ASIs on Wisdom, for better spells, more prep, and a stronger Insightful Fighting style.

16. Rogue 13:  Another sneak attack buff brings you up to 7d6, and you gain an Unerring Eye. You can use this as an action a number of times equal to your wisdom modifier to sense shapechangers and illusions around you. If you want to flavor it, only use it to check if people are real. You’ve spent so much time with bodies, you can notice fake ones right away.

17. Rogue 14: At 14th level, you gain Blindsense, allowing you to sense any hidden or invisible creatures within 10′ of you. Just handwave it with some nonsense about how you’ve “ended so many heartbeats, you’re more in tune with them” or something.

18. Rogue 15: At 15th level your sneak attack is adding 8d6 to your attacks, and you gain a Slippery Mind, which... gives you proficiency with wisdom saves. Whoops. Since we have nothing else to talk about at this level, let’s go over how you can do obscene amounts of burst damage. Insightful fighting frees you up to use sneak attacks a lot more frequently, so you can pile on the damage. Scoring a crit can effectively double your damage, and Path to the Grave, which we got all the way back at level 2, can double your damage again. So at this level, if you get very, very lucky (or hang out with someone like Merlin or [REDACTED]), you can get quadruple the damage on an already large sneak attack.

The fun thing about death mechanics in DnD is that when a PC is dropped to 0 hp, if there’s enough damage left over to drop them down to zero from full HP a second time, they just die instantly, no saves. At this point, one sneak attack deals 9d6+4 damage, so you can theoretically get 232 damage in one attack, or, you can flat out kill anything with 116 HP or less with no saves.

The downside to this is you have to call your shot ahead of time. Path to the Grave only lasts one turn, and for one attack. Also, setting all this up needs two actions, so you’ll either need someone to cast haste on you to get it done in one turn or a very understanding party.

19. Rogue 16: Max out your Wisdom with your final ASI. Your perception is absolute, every errant twitch of an enemy’s face on display like a neon billboard. You’re good at seeing things, is the point I’m trying to make. And also really good at medicine, but we’ve already got multiple ways for you to ignore most of the medicine checks you’ll have to make.

20. Rogue 17: At your capstone level, your sneak attack reaches 9d6, and you gain an Eye for Weakness.  While you’re using your Insightful Fighting, you can add an extra 3d6 to your sneak attacks at will. You’re now dealing a frankly silly 13d6 per turn, a very thematic amount of damage for a guillotine. 

Pros: You can do truly ridiculous amounts of damage with the right support or if the stars align, with enough cutting power behind your guillotine to kill a significant portion of the servants we’ve built so far in a single blow. Even if you don’t hit it out of the park with your Path to the Grave, you’re still doing 13d6 per round. Your super high wisdom also makes you very well suited to fighting creatures that rely on illusions. Finally, you have a small cache of healing abilities that can keep your party on the right side of the afterlife if your main healer’s busy.

Cons: All that damage is really tempting, but also really impractical. You require two turns and a crit to pull off that damage, and odds are an entire level 20 party can do more in that round than you’ll do off one attack. Also, you have emergency healing for your party, but you shouldn’t rely on that to keep them healthy in the first place. Finally, if you’re playing to be canon compliant, you don’t have much in the way of ranged or magical attacks, so unless you get lucky with weapon drops you’ll have to put up with a lot of resistance at high levels.

Next up: The guy JP just realized is actually kind of hot.

[k7l4d4]

Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 4 Part 3

Hello all, once again, I have returned with more of Midnight Striga! Everybody Clap Your Hands!!

King grumbled as he stomped off to read Luz’s gracious gift to her ruler in peace. Seriously, what was the big issue anyway? So the girl had to start all over, big deal! People have to do that everyday, all the time. She was lucky she had someone as understanding and gracious as Luz willing to abandon their personal pursuits to accommodate her.

“Hmmphh! As the King of Demons, I would never stoop to such pitiful despair!” He boldly proclaimed, conveniently ignoring the multiple times he has, in fact, given in to despair, and often for much sillier reasons than an existential crisis. But, then again, he is a King, it is only natural that the pettiest of his woes are beyond the frustrations of an underling!! ...Except for Luz, her woes were most definitely something to be taken seriously. After all, SHE gave her ruler the respect he richly deserved. “Now, what chapter did I leave off on?”

As King flipped through the book, he carefully practiced some of the diagrams on how to perform this voice based Sound Magic; he drew the magic from his core, allowing it to circulate through his body, then slowly fed it into a cycling formation in his throat, pooling into a bubble-like shape, or that’s how he pictured the result in his mind, and how it physically felt, as if he had a little bubble in his throat. Slowly breathing in, and breathing out, he focused on how the bubble expanded and contracted in response to his breaths; that was something the book mentioned a practitioner should take care to control to some extent. He didn’t understand at first, but when he got a better look at the warning instruction, it made a bit more sense, as his ability to control the shape and size of his bubble of magic would better help him control the result!!...Or that’s what he got from the book at any rate.

To be honest with himself, King found the book pretty difficult to understand; while he did manage to glean some information from the actual words, he was mostly going off the diagrams, and the paragraphs connected to them. He really hoped this worked. What Luz could do, that Light-based Magic of hers, it was like nothing he’d ever seen before. Luz was his friend, even more than she was his subject. Sure, she was snarky, disinterested, and had a mean sense of humor sometimes, but she respected him, treated him like a person instead of a toy or a baby. She made him feel… big. If he could master this gift from her… maybe he could start repaying some of that feeling. A King must never let themselves be held to debts!!

“Hey King!” Luz's voice rang out, grabbing the young demon’s attention. “Boscha and I are gonna train! You want to join in!?”

King’s heart leapt at being included, though he quickly tamped it down so as to not influence his decision-making. “Hmph! As if you peons could get anything done without my presence!! Count me in!”

Boscha grit her teeth, ignoring the building annoyance as best she could. When she recalled that day when her whole world changed, she would admit that most of her recollection was occupied by the sheer awe she felt at seeing Luz’s power, her magic, in action. What she didn’t recall, however…

“As the King of Demons, surely I must demonstrate my skills first!” The adorable menace before her shrieked, Luz looking on indulgently.

-Was how absolutely ANNOYING the little demon that was with Luz that day actually was! ...To be fair, she only met him for a short time, and she was mostly concerned with fussing over how utterly adorable he was. She literally never got the chance to see just how much of a pompous menace he was!! If she was being honest with herself, he reminded her of how she was herself for most of her life; loud, aggressive, self-deluded, and utterly demanding of respect and compliance, no matter how ridiculous the reasoning was. 

The only difference was that she had actual authority and respect to leverage, and influence over others, and far less experience with consequences in regards to her actions, whereas he had essentially no power or authority beyond his own delusions, and was regularly subjected to consequences, even if they didn’t phase him. Boscha internally composed a list of people she’d have to apologize to at some point for being such a brat if she was even half as difficult as this guy.

“Alright, King,” Luz said calmly, gesturing to the area before them, a wide open space in the basement, the path opened by that *Shudder* house demon from before. “Show me what you’ve managed to get down, okay?”

“With pleasure.” The little menace stated. Walking out for about 10 feet, before stopping. Spreading his legs for balance, the demon took a deep breath, almost exaggeratedly deep, before speaking loudly and clearly. “Sound Magic: Demon King’s Rocking Roar!” With an explosive burst, a solid mass of sound screamed across the length of the impromptu training room. Boscha clutched her head as the sheer loudness ripped through her head, her ears ringing in agony at the bleedingly loud volume. How was his little body creating such a huge noise!? Fighting the urge to screw her eyes shut from the pain, Boscha blearily focused on the sight before her; a clear, drill-like structure punching into the far wall, originating from the little demon’s head, the whole thing being three times his height in all directions.

“HOW IS HE DOING THAT!?” Boscha shouted to Luz, who was similarly clutching her head, albeit not as tightly as Boscha herself. Was it not as loud to her for some reason?

“I CAN’T SAY FOR CERTAIN, BUT I THINK HE’S AMPLIFYING THE SOUND OF HIS VOICE AND SHAPING IT INTO PHYSICAL STRUCTURES TO ATTACK!! HE REALLY IS DOING A LOT BETTER THAN I THOUGHT HE WOULD!!” Luz yelled back. As King finally, blissfully, cut off, the two collapsed to the ground, sighing in relief at the mercy granted to their ears.

“So, was that a feat worthy of a King, or what!?” King cockily demanded, preening at his accomplishments. Boscha was willing to admit, however grudgingly, the spell was impressive. It was big, flashy, and, if the way King was subtly panting was anything to go off of, draining as hell, but it was also powerful, loud, and disorienting. Boscha genuinely dreaded the idea of getting hit with a spell like that in the future, especially with her seemingly heightened hearing.

“Yeah!” Luz said, just a little too loudly, before clapping her hands on her ears, and speaking in a more even tone of voice. “That sure was something King! I almost can’t believe you figured out how to cast a proper spell that fast.”

“Hmph, such a feat is nothing to the King of Demons!” King said as he posed gleefully at the praise he received. However, he quickly calmed down, a slightly nervous look on his face. “So, do you think there’s anything I need to work on?”

“Oh plenty,” Luz bluntly replied, prompting King to stare down at the floor and mope. “But that can wait until we get Boscha tested.”

Boscha gulped, feeling nervous. She intimately remembered what had happened the Last time she cast magic, and she wasn’t eager to try again. Nonetheless, her coach was requesting a demonstration. Better to get it over with. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself, beginning to trace a circle-

“Hold it!”

-Only to stop at Luz’s interruption. “What?” Boscha sighed, hoping they took it as a sign of irritation as opposed to relief.

“I need to record this.” Luz said simply, setting up some sort of rectangular piece of flat crystal paired to another. “And… ready! You can start now!”

Boscha sighed, not understanding what was going on but hoping that it could actually help. She really didn’t want to blow up.

“Oh wait!” Luz piped up, interrupting the beginning of Boscha’s casting again. “I think I have an idea that might help, maybe. When you’ve been practising, have you been using a spell you are very familiar with, or one that’s basic?”

Boscha blinked, slightly confused at the line of questioning. “One I’m familiar with, a fireball spell. Why do you ask?”

Luz smiled. “Well, it occurred to me that you might have slightly better odds if you try a basic or simple spell as a way to start. Something that doesn’t take a lot of effort to do, you know? Try and do this using the most simple spell you can think of!” She offered.

Boscha turned the idea over in her head; she couldn’t really see anything wrong with the idea, and since her biggest problem was her control at the moment, maybe starting small was a better idea. Either way, it wouldn’t hurt to try. Bracing herself to move, Boscha slowly traced a circle for the absolutely simplest spell she could think of; the light spell. Not to riff on her coach’s preferred element, but the Light Spell was the absolute most basic spell kids on the Isles learned, but considering most spells just did one thing or had a simple function, she supposed it made sense that a spell meant to create light wouldn’t have a lot of flexibility to it, not like Luz’s crafts.

As she completed the spell, Boscha held her breath as the circle flickered and shuddered in the air. ‘Don’t explode.’ She pleaded in her mind. ‘By the Titan, please don’t explode!’

The spell flickered, shuddered… and transformed into a ball of light. It was small, delicate, almost innocent. Boscha had never been happier to perform the most basic of magic. “I did it.” She muttered to herself. “Did you see that, I did it!” She cheered, a wide goofy grin flashing across her face as she cupped the spell in her hands. As she noticed the amused grins sported by Luz and King, she flushed, and tucked the spell behind her back, glancing at anywhere but them. “I-I mean, so, yeah, I did it. That’s… that’s cool.” Boscha felt a little bit of her self respect die inside.

Luz cupped her face as she mentally tallied everything she had seen. Honestly, the two were good, if noticeably amateurish in their own ways. King was a literal amateur, having only just learned the magic he had demonstrated (Her ears were still ringing!), but he had enthusiasm and a surprisingly large amount of Magical Power to call upon, particularly for his size; if he could work on his stamina and physical fitness, along with some general practice to hone his abilities and find some new applications for his magic, he could easily become a powerhouse in time. Boscha had a rather different problem.

Luz sighed, knowing this was partially her own fault, even if it was unavoidable at the time. Boscha’s skills were… unusual, as she seemed to have literally regressed in skill. Her previous abilities had been nothing to write home about, being mainly powerful by the standards of the Isles and highly orthodox, but she was noticeably practiced. Now…

*BOOM!* “DANG IT!”

Luz winced at the sound of Another explosion going off as Boscha and King sparred. Boscha’s control had been utterly shot; every spell she cast had a painfully high rate of failure, and the unfortunate tendency to detonate as a result. Her only spell that didn’t seem to have any failure rate was the Light Spell, so she could cast it reliably, but it was literally a floating ball of light, not much combat application to that beyond a very short range diversion or distraction. Still, the fact that she was now actively trying to cast spells and some of them were working had massively bolstered Boscha’s confidence. There was just one problem… Luz wasn’t doing anything!! 

She was supposed to be a teacher, and her alleged students were actively figuring things out on their own, no input from her needed! It was humiliating! The fact that they hadn’t noticed made it even worse! What was she even doing? Sighing to herself, Luz wallowed in self-pity, much to her own disgust. Ah well, at least she could review the footage from Boscha’s test. As she slowed down the footage, trying to figure out the spell structure with so little input, all she had was a circle and Witches apparently compressed the entire spellform into that little ring. It was maddening to figure out how it worked. A Bile-Sack had been mentioned several times before, and while her morbid side was definitely interested, she needed to pace these things.

‘Wait a minute…’ Luz thought, catching sight of something in the footage. ‘Is that… a symbol?’ She slowed the footage down to a stand-still, at the precise moment Boscha completed the circle. And there it was. A symbol floating in the center. She took out her notebook, slowly copied it, and stashed it away. This was definitely something to look into.

As she finished, Luz turned back to the fight. Well, if you could properly call it that. It mostly consisted of Boscha trying to get in close and cast a spell, which usually backfired, and King running away to give himself some range to launch his own spell, which took just a shade too much time for him to pull off before Boscha closed in. Oh sure, King had managed it two or three times, but each time he pulled it off left him vulnerable to an irate Boscha’s counterattack. 

Luz groaned internally. This hadn’t been what she’d intended when she proposed a training session. She thought it would be like the good old days back with Teach; throwing spells at her eager students faster than they could process while they desperately ducked and dodged, before they spotted an opening to counterattack, which she would block, and start the process all over again. But ~NO~, she had to have a conscience. Stupid conscience, always talking her out of fun stuff. Still, she had to admit they were making some progress, and this would give her good experience for when she had to do it for real when she went back to Hexside officially.

She grinned cheekily, before frowning. Boscha was only using her old spells, and avoiding her Devil Slayer Magic. On the one hand, it could be said that she was focusing on rebuilding her foundation, which was smart. But… that wasn’t the actual reason. Boscha was afraid of her flames. Every time Luz tried to broach the subject, Boscha gained a wild, panicked look, almost seconds away from bolting, forcing Luz to backpedal. She sighed. Boscha could run for now, but she couldn’t ignore what had happened forever. No matter how much it hurt, the past was always going to be a part of you. Her arm and back throbbed in sympathy.

Eda groaned, painfully dragging herself out of her nest. Woozily, she pulled herself to her feet, looking for her potion. She couldn’t believe she had allowed herself to forget taking it, and when she had a new tenant, King, and a guest in the house! As she rushed for her closet, she tripped, crashing to the ground. Lightning crashed outside, illuminating the feathers popping up along her arms, and the curved talons forming on her fingers.

[typhonserpent]

The Masked Qunari

Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: General Genre: Romance Pairing: Dorian/The Iron Bull Summary: Dorian is rescued by a mysterious Qunari during a trip to Seheron and years later runs into his rescuer again.

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Halward pinched Dorian's shoulder.

"Don't doze off." Halward snapped, glancing down his nose at the boy.

Dorian bit back a sigh and straightened his back. The top of his head barely reached his father's shoulder. Halward's hand was slightly raised as a warning. At 14, he still had a child's height and a rounded face. His grandmother occasionally commented that he was due for one more growth spurt.

Halward thought that bringing Dorian along on a business trip might make him more engaged in his studies. Maybe if Dorian saw firsthand the efforts that the Magesterium made, he’d be more interested in one day taking Halward’s place.

It wasn’t going too well.

The man at the desk droned on and on, pointing to spots on his map. He was some sort of army captain, or general, or some title that sounded important. He may as well have been speaking another language. It was all words that Dorian recognized, but when he tried to pay attention, it didn’t string together into anything coherent.

The man moved a flag from one spot to another, and Halward's hand lowered as he leaned in. Dorian tried to follow suit. The flags were on a spot labeled "Southern Seheron Peninsula".

The man continued to talk about battle strategy and planning.

Dorian's eyes wandered towards the movement in the corner of his vision. There was a tear in the tent, and a bit of loose fabric was waving as a gust of wind picked up. Dorian shivered, and glanced back at his father, who was pouring over the map at this point.

He looked back at the tear. Surely the Imperium could afford tents that weren't torn to house a meeting with a Magister. Didn't the draft bother anybody else? As the wind died, a small cloud of smoke crawled into the tent.

He glanced back once more to ensure that his father was paying attention to the map, and tip toed closer to the tear. Lowering himself to all fours, he saw a pair of boots walk past, obscured by a milky-gray sheen.

It wasn't smoke. It was fog.

Thick fog.

Suddenly, a hulking gray figure tore through the tent, ripping it from its stakes and toppling the walls. The fog rushed to surround them, filling Dorian's surroundings with white and making his eyes water. He heard a fireball being cast - his father’s spell. Laying on the ground, he opened his mouth to call, "Father!" and fell immediately into a coughing fit.

Covering his mouth, Dorian made it to his feet and looked around to see almost nothing between the fog and his watering eyes. He could hear footsteps all around him, spells being flung, metal meeting metal.

He was encased in muscle and swept off his feet. In a flash, the fog that surrounded him was replaced by the bulk of arms and a torso. He looked up through reddened eyes. He was being held by a Qunari with broad horns, wearing a mask and goggles. The Qunari took one look at Dorian, and swore in qunlat.

"Vashedan. You're not -"

Suddenly, a second figure came up behind them, forcing the masked Qunari to duck and swivel, letting go of Dorian. Dorian stared in horror as the masked Qunari disappeared into the fog. Dorian tried to call, "Wait!" and was again overtaken by a coughing fit that brought him to his knees.

There was metal on metal, grunting, shouting, and one of the voices was distinctly that of the masked Qunari. A few seconds later, the Qunari again encased Dorian in his bulk, this time with a few streaks of blood on his chest and the axe sheathed at his back noticeably bloodied.

"Hey, you okay?" The Qunari asked, and Dorian could sense some form of comforting smile behind the mask.

"Cover your mouth. Do not talk. Keep your eyes closed." The Qunari said.

Dorian was lifted off the ground, cradled in the Qunari's arms as he was forced to make himself blind and mute. He concentrated hard on focusing on anything other than the battle around them. The warmth of the man who held him, the slightly metallic scent of his skin, the tightness of his muscles. In any other scenario, Dorian might have blushed.

The air around them grew cooler and less thick, and the Qunari shouted, "Hey!"

Dorian heard the sound of boots thumping on wood. A dock.

"Maker's breath!" Dorian recognized that voice. It was the first mate of the ship they'd rode in on. Dorian was gently placed on his feet, still frozen, and opened his eyes in time to see his rescuer disappear into the fog. The first mate put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey easy, kid, you're safe now. We'll get word to your father that you're here and then we'll ship off."

Dorian's eyes were still glued to the spot where the masked Qunari had disappeared to. There was no reason for a Qunari to save a 'vint, and there probably never would be.

When Halward returned, they shared an embrace, and Dorian was still thinking about the man who'd rescued him.

- x - X - x -

To say that Dorian didn't think highly of Bull would be an understatement.

When they'd met, it was at the bar at Haven. He was enjoying a book he'd borrowed from Leliana over a glass of swill disguised as red wine when a massive hulk of a Qunari arrived. A bloody wild boar was slung over his back, and he was surrounded on every side by various companions that Dorian would soon know as the Chargers. They were hooting and hollering as Bull threw the boar onto the ground, making Dorian's wine glass rattle and swish its contents over the side.

He glared over his book with a curled lip as Bull loudly demanded that the boar be roasted and served to the bar patrons, which elicited loud cheers from everyone other than Dorian. When the feast began, Dorian kept to himself and watched in disgust as Bull loudly gulped and slurped fatty roast meat.

The next day, they traveled to Redcliffe, and the horseback ride there was made all the more intolerable when Bull brought some of his leftovers from the night before.

Dorian rode beside him, trapped in between two lines of Inquisition soldiers on the narrow road, trying to keep his eyes forward while he listened to Bull loudly finish off one of the boar's legs. Occasionally, Dorian flicked a crumb off his shoulder.

"Fasta vass, do you ever chew with your mouth closed?" Dorian snapped.

"Only when there's not a prissy 'vint judging how I eat breakfast." Bull replied, brandishing the bone like a wand.

Dorian rolled his eyes and spent the rest of the ride in tense silence. When they arrived in Redcliffe, he made himself scarce until it was time to ambush Alexius.

He knew Alexius would pull a desperate stunt to maintain power, but he wasn't expecting to be flung forward in time. The next time he was close to Bull would be with a set of bars between them. He gazed into the jail cell where Bull refused to meet his eyes.

As much as he didn't care for Bull, nobody the pain and suffering associated with red lyrium poisoning.

They had no words to exchange with one another. If all went well, Dorian would be able to go back and ensure this future would never happen.

In the courtyard, underneath a sky of green where the veil took over the sun and clouds, Dorian saw a demon's claws a moment too late to put up a shield. His braced himself, preparing for the worst, when he was encased in muscle and swept off his feet. Bull's arms cradled him and took the full force of the demon's claws against his back, just before it was put down by one of Leliana's arrows.

"Hey, you okay?" Bull asked, and Dorian could see a pained smile spread across his face. He was trying so hard to seem kind and calm, despite a wound at his back and the battle around them.

Dorian blushed. He could smell the slightly metalic scent of Bull's skin, could feel the tightness of his muscles, and was brought back to being 14 years old. Bull picked him up and carried him to safety, just as he'd done so many years prior.

There was no more room for exchanges after that. It all happened so quickly that Dorian was barely aware it had happened at all.

When they returned to the present, and Alexius was being carried away in chains, Dorian was left standing next to Bull while the Inquision soldiers filed out of the chantry.

He looked up.

Bull was digging something out of his ear with his pinky.

"Bull?" He asked.

"What? My ear itches. Got a problem with that now?"

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Bull froze like a cornered deer, blinked, and very slowly turned to give Dorian an incredulous look. He glanced the mage up and down, found no signs of trickery or sarcasm, and raised a single eyebrow.

"It’s not often someone manages to surprise me, ‘vint. If this is about some fade shit you saw back there, I don't wanna hear it." Bull grumbled.

"It's not. I promise."

"Alright. I’m not gonna turn down free booze."