#I started the owl house today and I really like it already

[spookyboywhump]

I wish a doctor could poke around my brain and tell me why I’m almost incapable of trying shows that aren’t animated

[sparklingblu]

Metamorphosis

Sakura x Male Reader

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Something I cooked up while I get the urge to write. Enjoy.

It's not everyday you see an angel in the kitchen.

But today, that doesn't seem to be the case.

As you make your way down the staircase, your eyes still groggy with sleep, the pleasant aroma that greets you is more than enough to tell you that your wife, Sakura is up early.

She has always been an early bird while you are a night owl. Despite all the differences between you two, you are still surprised to this day how you two even managed to work it out after all those years. It's probably all beccause of Sakura, who has always been the more matured one in thisb relationship. Most of the time, she's the first one to raise the white flag whenever you two start bickering. Maybe that makes you a dick but she loves you all the same.

"There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house"

You crack a smile as soon as you hear the introduction to Cardi B's WAP. For someone who looks so pure, Sakura does have questionable music taste.

You slow your steps, not wanting to make any noise that would alert Sakura of your presence. Not like it matters anyway. The music has been turned up all the way on her phone that she wouldn't notice it even if someone breaks in at this moment. The growing smell of spice and pepper accompanied by the sizzling sound of the pan makes your stomach growl. But they can't be as disturbing as Sakura, who's swaying her cute ass in those tight black shorts. It's a miracle, really, how she manages to stay fit like a teenager after all those years. She looks no different from back you two started dating. Hotter, even.

You stand in the doorway for a while, savouring the moment while your eyes rake over Sakura's flawless body. You can already feel your mamba growing rigid from the sight and all the lewd thoughts you have in mere seconds. Visions where she's bent over the counter, your cock buried deep in her cunt, her lips slipping out the dirtiest and prettiest of moans. And the lyrics from the song are not helping.

"I said certified freak, seven days a week"

You would gladly go seven days a week, every hour, every minute with Sakura. It's not even a choice, to be honest. Because there's no better feeling than waking up with your cock sealed between those soft lips after making a mess of the bedroom after breeding her in every corner of the room last night. That was exactly what happened for the first few months after your marriage. You two were like animals in heat; ever so desperate for each other's bodies. There isn't a day that goes by without you storing a load or two in Sakura's depths.

Nowadays, not so much. Both of you are tok busy with work and responsibilities for that kind of activity. There's still the sex but most of the time, it's just you lazily thrusting into Sakura in a spooning position because both of you are too tired for more vigorous activities. Sometimes, Sakura would blow you under the desk while you are working on your laptop but that only happens when she feels like sucking your cock and that doesn't happen so often.

You slowly close your distance to Sakura, steps light as a panther. Sakura is still as oblivious as ever, quietly humming one of the dirtiest songs of the century; sinful words spilling from an angel's tongue. A few more steps and you are close enough that you can smell the shampoo off Sakura's hair. Your hand instinctively move towards her restless ass, grabbing a cheek and squeezing it over the dark fabric.

"Nghh"

Sakura yelps, caught off-guard. Her spatula hits the pan with a loud 'clank'. Her face is stoic for a while, those cat-like eyes out of focus. Then she turns her head and breaks into a smile as she catches the culprit.

"That's quite a way to say good morning"

She teases as she lowers the volume on her phone. Still, it's loud enough to hear all the lyrics riling you up.

"Well, I can't resist"

"You can't resist this cute ass, can you?" She wriggles her ass to elaborate the question farther.

"Do you even need to ask?" You asks, rumming your hands over her side; your fingers tracing patterns across the shirt which does little to hide her curves.

"You are being too cheesy today. It's getting suspicious" She accuses you as she gets back to work again, stirring the rice in the pan with the spatula.

You lean in, brushing your lips across the nape of her neck. A faint smell of sweat mixed with that of the delicacy Sakura's cooking up tickle your nostrils - one smell no less appealing than the other. You linger there for a moment, planting a few more kisses on her neck before moving on to your main task.

"Put this pussy right in yo' face

Swipe your nose like a credit card"

What a coincudence. That's what you are exactly gonna do. Before she knows what's happening, your thumbs have slide under the waistband of her shorts and lowering them. The material slides gracefully down to her hips then to her thighs - giving you the best view of her toned white ass.

"Wait, I'm cooking! Let me finish- Mmmph.."

Sakura's protests are silenced as you bury your tongue in her pink wet pussy, spreading her cheeks open with your hand. You feed like a sailor lost at sea, tongue swiping across the soft flesh rapidly. It has been too long since you last give her a tongue bath but as soon as you get the taste of her wet hole, it's not difficult to decipher the old memories of her favorite spots to be attacked.

The tip of your tongue makes contact with her clit and Sakura lets out a guttural moan followed by a series of curses. Each dirty word encourages your relentless pace - imprinting this taste that's finer than any wine deep into your brain.

"Fuck. Don't stop"

Even if she says otherwise, you wouldn't have. You are too lost in the pleasure that comes from pleasuring Sakura. Each jolt and writhe of her legs a reminder of your sucessful service.

Sakura has forgotten about cooking now, her fingers gripping the kitchen counter as she braces herself against the waves of pleasure that rolls over her with every single movement of your tongue.

"Spit in my mouth, look at my eyes

This pussy is wet, come take a dive"

Sakura proves true to the lyrics. Her pussy is now gleaming with her own juice and all your saliva - wet and sticky in the tastiest way. You wanna reach for new heights but the current postion is not allowing to do so. You abruptly stops moving your tongue.

"What-"

"Turn around"

You order and Skaura obeys without question. She leans against the counter with curious eyes while you pull off the short off her legs. As soon as there's no barrier between you and the prize between Sakura's legs, you dive in again.

"Ohhhhh Fuck"

Nothing could have prepared Sakura for your next phase of attack. You keep a strong hold on her thighs while your tongue make its way into the pink folds of hers once again. If you were relentless before, now you are a beast. With almost inhuman speed, your tongue bathes the deepest parts of her hole. Sakura's legs are trembling nonstop now that your grip on them starts to falter. But it doesn't matter any more because Sakura's a step away from toppling over the edge.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cummmm"

Sakura repeat the words like a mantra until she's squirting a waterfall into your mouth and all over your face. And you gladly bath in the crystal clear liquid. Sakura shoves two fingers into her poruing hole, furiously fingering herself to prolong the pleasure.

"Talk yo' shit, bite your lip

Ask for a car while you ride that dick"

With that, A weak jet erupts once more and the act concludes just as you are drenched. The kitchen floor is no different either; another task added to Sakura's long list of housework.

Sakura's breath is shallow as she recovers from the onslaught of your tongue. Her temples are beaded with sweat, her lips slightly parted as she pants. She throws her head back, closing her eyes to comprehend everything that just happened before opening them again to greet you with a grin.

"Seems like you still haven't lost your skills"

Sakura praises you as you get back on your feet while you wipe the rest of Sakura's juice off your lips.

You didn't have any time to rest because Sakura is already pulling you in for a kiss, her arms wrapped around your neck. Her tongue invades your mouth, seeking entrance to taste herself off your mouth. You glady reciprocates the action by tangling your own tongue with hers - a tango of flesh. You wouldn't have stopped if it's not for Sakura, who breaks the kiss and her eyes fall on you with a look you know too well - the look of a cockhungry housewife.

"Let me repay you, babe" No longer has those words left her mouth than she gets on her knees, looking up you like a kid asking for candy. "You know what to do"

And of course, you do. Anyone in your position would have no problems reading the need in Sakura's eyes; the need for your cock. You quickly pull down your boxers; heartstrings thrumming with anticipation. Your rock hard dick springs up as soon as it is released from the confine of clothing. Sakura stares at your veiny shaft for a moment and her lips curl into a sultry smile.

"Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroke

I need a Henny drink, I need a weed smoker"

Sakura's fingers close around the base of your shaft, slowly moving her grip all the way to the top before going back down in the first of many strokes to come. You groan from the electrifying feeling that blooms from your chest. You just realize how agonizingly hard you were all this time.

"Your cock is so beautiful" Sakura gives you a few more pump, her pupils fixed on your mamba like something she solely worships. "I wonder what it tastes like"

That's a lie. Of course, she knows how it tastes like. You have lost count of the number of times Sakura has woken you up with your cock stuffed in her warm, wet mouth. Matter of fact, she's the only one who knows what it tastes like. Nonetheless, you play along.

"Why don't you go ahead and find out?" You urges, trying not to sound desperate.

"That's the plan" Sakura draws one long stroke and in the blink of an eyes, swallows the head of your cock in one swift motion.

"Fuck Sakura. I miss this" You sound so desperate you feel embarassed. But you couldn't care less. All it matters is those soft lips clinging on your shaft.

"Mmhmm" Sakura responses in a moan that vibrates through your core. Her tongue slips out in an attempt to tease your slit before pulling back at the last moments, denying you the bliss.

"Sakura. Don't tease" You say. No, you plead. A raw animalistic hunger have been ignited within you that only Sakura can suffice.

She pulls back with a 'pop', freeing your cock from the warmth of her oral hole. She runs a thumb undee your head, which is now wet with her drool.

"Well, come and claim your prize"

It's not a term you are unfamiliar with and you instantly understand her words. Sakura doesn't feel like pleasuring you today. She wants you to use her to pleasure yourself. She wants you to fuck her face.

"Kinky today, aren't we?"

Sakura is spared no time to answer as your cock instantly penetrates her rosy lips back into her mouth. Your hand naturally tie her raven locks into a makeshift ponytail to aid your actions. Slowly, you push in. More than half of your length have disappeared into her wet hole before Sakura gags.

"Fuck. I'm fine. Just haven't done it for a while. Try again"

Sakura says between coughs after you have pulled your cock out from her mouth.

Once again, you line your cock with her lips and push in, a bit more forcefully this time. The head disappears then half of the length. Another inch follows and soon you have your whole cock buried deep in Sakura's throat. As you press her nose to your pelvis, you are washed over by a wave of pure ecstasy that rival no others. And it gets even better when Sakura looks up with those watery eyes, her mouth stuff full of your cock.

You are too impatient to savour the moment. A tight grip on her hair once again and you start bucking your hips. Sakura stays there, letting you stuff her mouth with your meat pole as symphonies of gags and chokes escape her throat.

"I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp

I wanna gag, I wanna choke"

There's no song better suited for the ocassion. It's as if Sakura is expressing the lyrics through her own actions. And she makes a damn good actress.

The saliva spill, making a wet mess that clings on her shirt, which has now turned transparent, as you let the nerve wrecking feeling of Sakura's tight throat gudies your movement. It's an unending cycle of lust and filth - each thrust making you crave for another. Because no one can take your cock like Sakura. And it's proven in the way she effortlessly lets it fuck her throat.

Sakura have always been the vanilla kind when it comes to sex. She prefers the slwo sensual ones that involves a lot of lip and tongue action. You have to be the one to initiate all the wilder options. Let her ride you and soon, she will be bending over, her lips pressed on yours while her other lips make their slow descend and ascend on your shaft.

Not that you balme her. You get to fuck her all the same. But you can't help but wonder if Sakura have been hiding this new face of hers all along after seeing the sudden change.

It's all in her eyes. The way she seems to be begging you to show no mercy through those spilling pearly tears. She's the one being used but you almost feel like it's quite the opposite.

Sakura doesn't yield and gag reflex seems to be an unfamiliar word to her. The piston of your hips do nothing to break the smoldering eye contact and her throat that happily welcomes each and every one of your thrusts.

Once more, you cut off Sakura's air supply - your hands keeping a tight grip on her head as you bury your cock to the hilt in her inviting throat again. You hold the position, all too aware of the addicting feeling her tight throat. It's the way its warmth engulfs you. Its lethal grip. The gags that come out muffled.

You feel the end already approaching. Your cock is already throbbing dangerously, wanting nothing more than to spill all that protein rich cum down her throat. But that's not gonna happen today. Your load needs to be stored somewhere else.

You barely manage to pull out your cock before it explodes. Sakura lets out a loud gag as globs of saliva pours like a waterfall. The floor is now coated with mixture of her juice and drool. And there couldn't be a prettier sight.

"Haa...haa....fuck, that was good"

The woman whom you just used like a sextoy isn't your wife. She's not an angel today. Maybe it has been that way all this time. Maybe you have been too naive to see through that mask of hers. She's a devil in disguise. Or something worse. And hotter.

"Are you gonna pound me over the counter or what?"

Sakura is on her feet once again. Her shirt no longer serving its purpose as it's now completely transparent from all her gag induced drool. You can get a clear view of those perky nipples that are the tastiest things in the world.

"That's the plan"

You answer.

"Good"

Sakura turns, bending over the counter to brace the oncoming onslaught of your cock. Her pussy is still dripping despite the tonguebath you gave earlier. This woman is insatisable.

"What are you waiting for?"

The arch of her back and those white cheeks almost glowing in the morning sun becomes too hard to resist. You take your righteous position behind her before lining your tip with her slick folds. There's no need for foreplay. Her hole is already lubed up well enough with her own juice. You take a breath, then penetrates.

Sakura mewls as your cock ease its way inch by inch into her tight cavern. Her walls clench on the foreign object that enters that's not too foreign with the amount of times it has made the same entrance. They grip you tight, almost like a virgin's. You expect Sakura's holes to be molded to your shape after all those relentless poundings but they are still as stubborn as ever.

"Fuck, that cock is filling me up so well"

You pull back and push in. The walls part easier this time as if they recognize your cock now. Not bragging but you take pride in the size of your 8 incher cock. And Sakura's the only one you can brag it to. So you would make the most out of it.

Your fingers that press on the sides of her waist keep her in place as you pick up the pace. Each thrust opens more room in Sakura's wet hole, giving you an easier trip. In no time, you are given free rein. Your shaft slips and enters Sakura with no more trouble, which is a clear signal for you to start breeding her.

"Yesss. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me"

There's nothing stopping you at this point. The sinful sound of flesh against flesh echoes in the kitchen as your pelvis meets Sakura's cheeks rapidly. The way they jiggle each time you make contact fuels the fire within you that's already at its peak temperature.

For the time being, only you and Sakura exist. Nothing can disturb you from the animalistic sounds Sakura's making as she feels your cock stretching her out. She moans and mewls and begs and curses. All these actions a clear reminder that you are doing all the right things to leave her a writhing, boneless mess after you are done.

"Oh god.....it's getting even bigger inside me"

Sakura might be no stranger to your cock that won't stop until it has filled her up to the brim but she's only human. Her legs threaten to give out from the intensity of your thrusts. Her fingers not so strong enough to keep their grip on the counter.

"What-"

Sakura protests as your cock exits her but her surpirse doesn't last long. A grunt escapes her lips as your shaft reenters her with a force so great it finally takes away the last of her breath.

Her fingers give out and her face hangs on the edge of the counter as her arms droop lazily. Her legs are not so different, which are now trembling like crazy. Sakura makes a sound somewhat like a growl and soon, she's creaming all over your cock again.

You pull out your shaft to let the waterfall of her squirt pour freely onto the kitchen floor which can't get any dirtier. Your hand meets her supple cheeks in a loud clap and her hole squirts out even more juice. You repeat the action until her white flesh has been rendered red and her pussy is clenching onto nothing.

"Big D stand for big demeanor

I could make ya bust before I ever meet ya"

You surely make Sakura bust but that's far from the conclusion. You have given Sakura relief and now she's gonna repay the debt.

"Wait- I'm still sensitive. Don't-"

You won't listen to her complaints. Your dick is throbbing and it needs to be buried in her deepest depths. And you give in to its cravings.

Sakura has been silenced. Her vocal chords already fail her. There's nothing she can do to stop you from using her spent hole for your pleasure. So she just lays there like a broken doll and lets herself be bred.

Her walls have become so slit with all the juice that you don't even feel the friction anymore. Pounding her becomes the easiest task in the world. Your cock have stretched her out in every possible direction. There's nothing more to be done except use her newly curved pussy.

You must have done such a good job because Sakura's pussy have solely become the perfect tool for your pleasure. It grips and hugs your cock in all the best ways as you chase your high.

"Now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet ass pussy

Now get a bucket and a mop, that's some wet ass pussy"

More than a bucket and a mop would be needed to clean up the mess Sakura have made. And soon, you are gonna make the task even more tedioua by adding your cum to the mixture. Sakura's body gives a slight jolt as your thrusts turn ferral. Your cock is throbbing, aching for release. Wet, filthy squelches fill the room from top to bottom. You are so close. A thrust. Some more. And then-

You are spilling everything you have into Sakura's cunt. All the hot, thick, gooey cum in your balls are being pumped into Sakura at full force. The relief follows sooner. Spurts after spurts ejected into her until there's no more left and you are left feeling like you have run a marathon.

All your fertile fluid spills out from her used hole as you pull out. Even in her broken state, Sakura's pussy is still pulsing like it wants more. You admire your handiwork. The broken doll you have made, which is Sakura; with your cum dripling steadily out of her hole, face down and ass up.

"Good morning to you too"

On the table, along with the burnt breakfast, the theme song of your morning session is coming to an end.

"There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house"

And there surely was a whore in this house this morning.

[dittanyinbloom]

Note Taking

Ominis Gaunt x fem!MC (there is only one gendered term in the very last line). 1.8k. No specific house. Fluff and a bit of MC embarrassing themselves.

Based on this post I made about having HoM with Ominis.

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“In today’s lesson, we will cover a truly thrilling event. . .,” Professor Binns had just started class, but half the students were already dozing off.

It was widely accepted that History of Magic was merely used as a free period. Whether that meant catching up on sleep or doing last minute homework for another class, one thing was certain: no one paid attention. Attendance hardly mattered since Professor Binns rarely ever engaged with the class directly. In fact, you would bet he didn’t even know a single students name or even the exact year. Everyday he floated into class, discussed whatever curriculum he felt like, then drifted off through the wall to his office at the end of the period without so much as a goodbye.

To say the least, it was no one’s favorite subject, that is, except you. Every Tuesday and Thursday, you practically skipped to your afternoon slot of History of Magic. With all the extracurriculars other professors sent you on, and the adventures you went on without their knowledge, you were elated to have time set aside for assignments and catching up on some sleep. Those horrible demiguise statues Mr. Moon asked you to find were really taking a toll on you lately.

Perhaps the most exciting part of class was that you didn’t share it with Sebastian Sallow. Now, he was a very lovely boy for helping you out on multiple excursions, but his presence could be intense at times. This could be simply fixed by spending time with your other friends. Natty, Poppy, and even Amit were great company and just as, if not even more helpful than Sebastian. But that boy had one thing drawing you back every day to meet up. .

Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian’s right hand man and arguably his moral compass. Oh, how you would spend hours practicing spells with Sebastian in the Undercroft for the smallest chance that Ominis would walk in to study, or have a chat, or sometimes even join in on the dueling. That was the only time you ever saw him without his school robes. Neatly folding up his sleeves and grinning like a mad man when he landed a blow on Sebastian, who as of late, rather deserved a few jinxes thrown his way.

History of Magic was the only class Ominis sat beside you in. It was hardly the place to make conversation since even the softest of whispers would be heard by the extremely bored students around you. Nevertheless, you were content with just sitting beside him and admiring his lazy smile as he drifted off into what was probably his fourth nap of the day.

That was one of the first odd quirks you had noticed about the boy. While you ran around the castle from one fool’s errand to the next, you often passed by Ominis lounging about on benches, windowsills, and most often the floor. Sometimes he was snacking or working on revisions, but more often than not the boy was merely napping, just out in the open, where anyone could step on him. The first few times, you had gently woken him up and offered to help him to his common room, but he always acted as though you were the strange one for not letting him sleep in the middle of a hallway in the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower.

Now whenever you saw him, you hummed in endearment and graciously covered him with your scarf as a makeshift blanket. You used to have an array of scarves, but now half of them were likely stuffed in a trunk deep in the Slytherin boys’ dormitory, never to be seen again. It was a small price to pay, in your eyes.

“Seb told me to tell you to meet us in the library after classes,” Ominis said as he leaned forward on the desk, getting in a comfortable napping position.

“Does he think you’re an owl?” You teased.

“Something about you being more likely to say yes if it comes from me.”

“I see,” you whispered, hoping he didn’t hear how flustered you had become. “So he’s scheming again?”

“You say again as if he quit to begin with.”

“Well, you know I can’t say no to an adventure.”

“Exactly why the two of you will be the death of me. Wake me up if anything crazy happens?”

Nothing ever would, at least, not while all the other students that usually caused trouble were sleeping as well. You dated your parchment for notes then began doodling to stay awake. As of late, the professors had been elated with your progress and stopped giving you so much extra work. Not much catching up needed to be done since most other students couldn’t take on a troll alone and live to tell the tale.

Your eyes wandered to study the pretty moles Ominis had scattered about his face and neck. The unhinged, love stricken part of your brain desperately wanted to draw little love hearts or flowers around them. Your fingers twitched, but you controlled your urges and drew hearts all over your notes instead. This was turning into a common occurrence. Most of your history notes contained one or two key points from Binns, a few random drawings, and many iterations of your deskmate’s name scribbled about. At the top corner of every parchment you would even write your name with his last name along with the date. And oh, how the two went so well together.

The period flies by while you daydream of holding Ominis’ hand or kissing his beauty marks as the two of you part ways. The sound of students scuffing their chairs in the worn wood flooring brings you back to reality. You tap Ominis on the shoulder. For a moment your hand lingers, drifting between his shoulder blades.

“Ominis, class has ended.”

“Already?” His voice was almost a whine which was strange because most students jumped at the opportunity to leave history class.

“Don’t sound too disappointed. Binns might offer to go on for another hour if he knows a student is willing to stay.”

You had one more class before meeting the boys in the library. Sebastian seemed to be awaiting your arrival, spotting you the moment you walked in, and waving you up to join them on the second floor. As you greeted them, you set your scarf and robes on the back of the chair.

“You really do need to come by our room and grab your scarves,” Sebastian commented. “They’re taking over.”

“Hmm, yes. I am missing quite a few at this point.”

The culprit, though it wasn’t entirely his fault since you were the one always covering up his sleeping form, went pink at the mention of scarves. Despite looking as though he wanted to add to the conversation, he quickly went back to writing the twelve inches for Sharp’s latest assignment.

“So, Sallow, why have you dragged me here today? Are we going treasure hunting again?”

“Sorry, little adventurer, today’s request is rather boring in comparison. Thought it would be a good time to start revising for O.W.L.s, and I need help in History of Magic. I’ve managed to fall asleep every single period since the start of term. . Quite impressive if you ask me.”

“Don’t know why you thought to ask me. I hardly pay attention in that class.”

Sebastian tilted his head to the side, frowning in confusion. “But, Ominis said he can hear you writing notes all period.”

Your eyes flicker to Ominis almost in a look of betrayal. He seemed as focused as ever on writing, either exuding an excellent poker face or genuinely not showing any interest in being mentioned by Sebastian. Quickly, you swallowed down your own emotions and insisted, “Well, sorry. My notes for that class are very scattered. I mostly just draw to keep myself awake.”

“Anything would help. I honestly don’t even know what we’re meant to be learning about. Nellie heard there might be a quiz next week. My uncle can not hear about my grades slipping on top of everything else.”

Seeing the innocent look of terror on Sebastian’s face made you melt a bit. In his defense, he didn’t know you made a fool of yourself by doodling his best friends name across your parchment twice a week. He was just asking for notes, which was something the three of you often shared.

“I can. . read them to you?” You compromised.

Both boys gave you an odd look, but Sebastian agreed without much hesitation given how desperate he was.

“Suppose I should be writing this down too, if there really is a quiz coming up,” Ominis said with a grimace.

You unrolled your parchment and began to read. Both boys studiously jotted down every word. Hopefully you were explaining everything accurately. There were clearly periods in your notes where you had dozed off between key moments, but unless Binns was looking for his exact wording on the quiz, the three of should should be able to pass.

“It’s with an ‘A’, Grimbald, not Grimbold,” Ominis said out of the blue.

“Thanks,” Sebastian muttered as he went back to add a flick of ink to his ‘O’. He seemed unbothered but Ominis’ correction. You, however, were too tongue-tied to continue reading. Sebastian frowned at the silence and finally looked up at you. “Is there not more?”

“How. . ?”

“Oh!” Realizing your confusion, Sebastian was quick and rather proud to explain his best mate’s ability, “Ominis can hear the letters, or, dunno really. You explain it better, Ominis.”

Suddenly, Ominis went ridged like he had been caught in an act. “When the room is quiet enough, I can pick out the sounds of a quill or chalk on the board. Letters all have a distinct cadence to them. Some sound too similar to be distinct like ‘b’, ‘d’, and ‘p’, but I can make an educated guess.”

“So you can hear what people are writing?”

“Precisely!” Sebastian spoke up with a wide smile. “Brilliant, isn’t it?“

“It is. . quite the talent, Ominis.”

“Thank you.”

You cleared your throat and went on with the lesson. Just because Ominis knew Sebastian’s penmanship did not mean he had your memorized, or that he even listened in the first place. After all, he slept through every class, and you weren’t bold enough to write his name in such a way while he was awake.

Still, knowing of his ability left you wary. The next time you sat with Ominis in history class, you were meticulous with your note taking. No doodles, no love hearts, no childish name writing. Those days were over. They had to be because if Ominis somehow didn’t already know about your embarrassing crush, you were not going to give him the opportunity to find out.

This time when you wrote your name and the date at the top of the parchment, you used your own last name. After that was finished, you moved on to title it “The Goblin Rebellion of 1752”, but you hadn’t gotten past “The” when a hand landed on your knee.

Warmth spread across your thigh while chilling nerves sprinkled down your spine. You nearly fell out of your chair at the touch, causing Ominis to squeeze down harder, keeping you firmly in your seat.

“Ominis?”

He almost seemed angry, but he kept his voice a low whisper for only you to hear, “What do you think you are doing, Mrs. Gaunt? Title your notes appropriately.”

~You can find part two here~

[katuschka]

Scene One – Lampshade

Jake Kiszka x f!Reader (1st person narrative)

2.541 words

On my bedside table, I have a beautiful art deco lamp. When my lover leaves, he ties a scarf he wore for days on top. And when he’s gone I let my window open just a bit, the gentle breeze sets the scarf on motion, just like the waves in the tempestuous ocean.  Once or twice, I swear, I could smell him in my dreams.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings: longing, alcohol consumption, penetrative sex, phone sex and masturbation, sex toys, phantasmagorical dream visions

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It’s been almost three weeks since I last saw him. I’m trying to convince myself that it’s not that bad, but the truth is that I always start missing him the moment he leaves. It’s a bittersweet feeling. I’m a grown, independent woman, engaging in my daily routines...or breaking them, just to stay sane. 

But, it feels as if a part of my soul got attached to him. It travels with him wherever he goes and I feel it tugging at my insides every now and then. At first I thought it was just a side effect of the early stages of falling in love. I believed that it would get easier with time, but it never did. If anything, it only got worse. 

It’s bearable during the day. My mind’s too preoccupied with my job, thank god. It’s not really much different from when he’s here. I still have my work to do and he’s busy too, until we finally meet at home to share a glass of wine or two. And then we fuck.

That’s why early evenings are the worst when he’s away. The house is just too big, too quiet, and my mind too restless. No sound of the strings being plucked greets me when I get home, no smell of savory dishes waiting for me in the oven or on the stove. I’m too lazy to do it myself, so I just order in, only to be reproached by him later that I’m not taking proper care of myself. My lover does all these things. My body’s spoiled with constant hugs and my cheeks peppered with warm kisses. So, on days like these, this is what his lady misses. 

He knows that, so he tries to call anytime he can. It’s easier in between shows. He makes sure to call me around eight, even when it’s already 3 am where he’s at. Him being a night owl, this has never been a problem. Sometimes it’s just a quick hello to make sure I’m ok. Other times we talk for hours. 

I didn’t expect anything like that today. He might call late or not at all. Probably not at all because today’s show was too important. He wanted me there, but I couldn’t go this time. I had an important project to finish and came home pleasantly exhausted. In a perfect world, we would celebrate our respective achievements together, but this world is not perfect, so I have to content myself with the fact that he is. 

Well, not really, but I wouldn’t change a thing about him. 

So, I just poured myself a glass of wine, climbed in bed early and tried to read, only to find myself checking the Instagram updates constantly. I don’t do it very often, because I’m not really keen on seeing hundreds of women swooning over him, but someone might be streaming the show, and I just couldn’t miss it. 

Before he left, he fastened his scarf on my lampshade. That little piece of fabric is basically marinated in his scent – his strong, yet religiously comforting cologne mixed with the warm smell of him. I made sure to leave both the bedroom door and the window open, to create a slight draft. After three weeks, the scent had already faded a bit, but I still could get whiffs of him while falling asleep. Just like today. The livestream I found ended mid-show, but I wasn’t really paying attention anymore. I could feel my eyelids getting heavy long before the concert ended and without even bothering to turn off the light, I fell asleep with my phone still in my hand. 

Except I couldn’t sleep. The thunderstorm in the distance and the billowing wind kept me awake. The sky was clear when I went to bed, so I couldn’t understand where the clouds came from. It didn’t matter anyway. 

He was here. In my bed, sleeping. The intoxicating scent of clove and incense mixed with his musk wrapped around me like a second comfort blanket. The bedside lamp illuminated his disheveled hair and the clothes he had carelessly thrown over the armchair next to the bed. He was naked and all of the sudden, so was I.

It was our bedroom…and it wasn’t. The southern wall was gone, exposing us to the elements outside. Our garden turned to a stony shore, with the waves of a rough sea crashing upon it. Somewhere in the distance, I could see the storm raging.

I was feeling snug under the blanket, the warmth he elicited sheltering me from everything else around. I reached out to touch him. His skin was warm and dry and I snuggled closer to him from behind, inhaling the comforting aroma of his relaxed, sleeping body. 

He never slept much. Sometimes I wondered how he could function after yet another sleepless night, and the dark circles under his eyes often worried me. But when he did fall asleep, he looked like a baby boy, his full lips slightly parted and his brows turned upwards. A man of paradoxes. He would fuck my brains out just moments after he spoon-fed me pistachio ice-cream. My doe-eyed barbarian. A romantic adventure, but a reptile too. Always offering something new. Just like the sky outside, with the full moon now illuminating the stormy sky. Where did it come from? It was hanging there in mid-air in front of the clouds, so big, so close it seemed that I could reach it with my fingers if I just stepped outside of the room. 

But I didn’t want to. Instead, I slowly swirled around him like a serpent. I could feel him stir, his body responding to mine. It was a silent dialogue. He turned to me and pushed my chin upwards to nuzzle the soft skin behind my left earlobe. I could hear him murmur a prayer, the words of which I didn’t recognize, but I understood it anyway. I could feel his hand travel slowly down my belly, pulling my thighs apart, his palm sliding gently to my pussy and his middle finger slipping in between my folds. It’s been too long… My body reacted immediately. I arched my back and gasped for air as his moistened fingertip glided over my clit in slow circles. He kissed my shoulder and I could feel his parted lips stretch in a smile before he nibbled lightly on my skin covered with goosebumps.

He spread my thighs even more, like the petals of a blooming flower. I felt the weight of his body on mine as he shifted, obscuring my view, silencing the wind, his porcelain face dimming all the celestial lights behind him. He was coming home. 

I cried out when he entered me, grabbing pillows on both sides of my head. He, too, yelped like a puppy, laying his head on my bosom just for a while, to gain his composure. I felt every exhale of his quickened breath on my skin, and enveloped his body with my limbs in a false promise to never let go. 

He started moving inside me and I felt absolutely lightheaded, as if we were floating in an empty void. It got darker with each deep, long thrust until time and space around us disappeared and the only thing that tethered me to reality was the rhythm of his beating heart and the alluring sounds of his raspy moans. We moved together languidly, drunk in love, and the waves of pleasure running through my body intensified with each passing second. My fingernails dug into his skin…so deep until he suddenly stiffened and screamed in pain right next to left ear…

…nooo…at first I couldn’t tell where I was or who I was until the sound of my phone ringing on the pillow next to my head slowly brought me back to reality. I couldn’t believe it. What? Why? I looked at the screen and saw the name of the only person whom I could forgive for calling me right fucking now!

“Jake? Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I breathed out. 

A moment of silence before the man on the other side responded. I must have sounded pre-t-t-y irritated. “Babe? Did I wake you up?” 

Of course you did. What day is it? Oh yeah, it was slowly coming back to me. Madison Square Garden… “What time is it?” I breathed out.

“Almost one am here, your midnight. We just arrived at the hotel a moment ago, I haven’t even had a shower yet, I just had to hear…”

“Urgh,” I interrupted him with a groan, not in a reaction to what he said. My still not fully awakened body was just fighting with my mind as I tried to sit. I was still slightly disoriented and my coochie weeped. “I, uhm, I’m sorry baby. I just had a very intense erotic dream…the first one in years. And you just happened to interrupt it at the worst possible moment.”

“Oh, daamn!” he chuckled. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Not funny Jake. No one else but you could ever make me this wet. The sheets below me are literally soaked through.” I heard him inhale sharply on the other side. It took him a few more seconds to respond. “You’re wet?” It sounded a bit like a stifled groan, followed by him clearing his throat. Poor Jake, he was so taken aback by my response that Oliver had to take over. “Thaths probably because I was absolu-te-ly on fire tonight, my love! Telepathy must be one of my many superior powers. Now I need to clean the mess…”

“What do you mean?”

“Phone sex, obviously.” 

I laughed. Nah, I’m not a fan. I love his voice, don’t get me wrong, but it couldn’t possibly make up for all the stuff that my subconsciousness flooded my brain with just a moment ago. Also, I’ve always found the idea of phone sex strangely disconcerting. We could do the most obscene stuff face to face without even batting an eye, but to be describing to him how I’m touching myself? No, thank you. I’d be embarrassed. Don’t know why. That’s just how it is, And that’s what I told him.  

“Oh come on, let’s try it.” Jake was back. “Besides, it’s a mutual obligation now. I’m already hard.” 

I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. “Ok Jake,” I crooned monotonously, “what are you wearing?” 

“Oh GOD!” he moaned theatrically. “You sound so sexy when you’re bored. Mmmmm.”

I laughed again, in earnest. “Sorry,” I chuckled. “Ok, let’s try it. But I’m not going to describe what I’m doing. You tell me what to do.”

“Deal.”

I heard his sheets rustle as he shifted on his bed, which meant he already had me on speaker, so I did the same. I adjusted the pillows, stripped off my babydoll and tried to find a comfortable position. “Ok Jake, I’m ready.”

“Good girl. Now, close your eyes and cup your breasts. Let your thumbs draw slow circles around your nipples. No pressure.” His voice suddenly sounded huskier than before. 

“Are you jerking off?” And then I heard it. The unmistakable sound of his fist sliding rhythmically up and down his cock. Of course he was. 

“You can’t blame me sweetheart,” he breathed out. “I got here, still full of adrenaline from the show, only to hear you tell me that I was fucking you in your dreams. I couldn’t wait any longer.” 

The sound of his heavy breath made my pelvic muscles contract and my heartbeat quicken. I licked my fingertips and let my hand slide between my legs, trying to ease the ache. “Talk to me Jake. Forget the nipples. Guide my fingers.”

“Who’s impatient now?” He let out an involuntary moan, swallowed harshly and continued: “Squeeze your clit between two fingers, scissor-like. Now rub from side to side and gently pull.”

I knew what he meant. His technique was completely different from mine and effective in its own way. I never tried to recreate it before. I did now, and it all suddenly came back to me. The dream, his touch, his dick, stretching me, fucking me, our loins dancing together to the rhythm of our heartbeats…

“Not enough,” I whined. “I need more, Jake.”

“Ok, time for Mini Me.”

That was yet another thing my lover did for me. We found a company that makes custom dildos using castings of real customers. Now, a cold piece of silicone can never compete with the real jake, but it was the next best thing whenever I needed to release the tension after a long day. I loved the shape of it. It was mine. I opened the drawer and reached for the toy. “Now what?”

“Ride me,” he groaned. 

“How am I supp…”

“Let’s pretend we fell off the bed.”

“What?”

“Off the bed! Now!” he commanded. I climbed off the bed and attached the dildo to the wooden floor. “Mini Me’s ready. What now?”

“Now sit.”

I did as I was told. I got on my knees, placed the tip between my folds and slowly slid all the way down. Our roles reversed for a brief moment as I was now guiding him through. I heard him spit into his palm and groan with relief. It was his time to take the reins again. “Move,” he rasped. “Grab your hips and pretend it’s me. Set the pace, but tell me.”

I started moving my hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, while whispering up and down and up and down to him. I was now close to my bedside table, the fragrant scarf only a few feet from me. I closed my eyes. The illusion was almost perfect. 

“That’s my girl,” he moaned. “Do you want to go faster?”

“No, this is fine.”

“Ok, continue baby. Let me hear you.”

We continued like that for several minutes, eyes closed, listening to each other. I could hear that he was close as his low moans turned to high-pitched whimpers. My thighs started shaking and I had to catch hold of the bedside table to ease the tension in my legs. I opened my eyes and that’s when I saw it. The multi coloured lampshade. As I was moving, so were the colorful lights before my eyes. It was like being there, under the stage lights, as I was listening to my man. The most beautiful song. It overwhelmed my senses and I came, screaming. From the haze of my own high, I heard him finish shortly afterwards. 

I wanted to hear every detail of his show, and he wanted to know about my project, but we were both already too exhausted, so he promised to call me again in the morning. I knew he would, because that’s what my lover does. 

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[saras-almanac]

Being under the assumption that both Eddie’s and Bobby’s storylines will feature heavily in the last few episodes of the season with fallout and some consequences set up for season 8, I have some thoughts about what I want to see for the show since I’m procrastinating doing anything today…

Bobby – Having to actually physically face someone from the fire, I want that to be a big sign for Bobby to actually start working through his trauma and guilt in a way that doesn’t necessarily lead to a potential relapse story, but some tension with Athena because she can’t understand what he’s going through, how he feels really (similar to when he was helping that drunk driving woman after the pileup from Blindsided). Another thing I want is to see him taking more of an active role in his AA meetings—I want him to really start focusing on that so he can have friends outside of people he’s Captain of, plus it’ll help set up what his endgame should be: focusing on his meetings and helping people who have been at or are at rock bottom because he is someone who can really understand. And he doesn’t need to be a first responder to still help.

Athena – I literally just want her to interact more with Buck. (Though I literally want Buck to interact with everyone so much) If his apartment does burn down or he moves, maybe Athena offers him to stay at their place since Maddie and Chimney are dealing with their own stuff, Eddie’s off on his own, and it’s a bit too soon to fully move in with Tommy). But just imagine the talks they could have over tea late at night, both of them being night owls. They could talk about their careers, how to know when to keep trying for advancement or when it’s okay to be content where you’re at. Plus let’s say Athena gets drafted to help on a case of some sort, bringing home some files along with her notes, only to wake up in the morning to see Buck on his third cup of coffee and a full red string makeshift pinboard set up on the table going through all the potential theories. (Athena wants to be annoyed but also, maybe he’s on to something? And it’s not like he went out and started doing his own sleuthing and digging through someone’s trash so… )

Buck – Obviously next season I just want him and Tommy to still be together and their big storyline is working on continuing to build their relationship, especially allowing Buck to really be there for Tommy in a way that we’ve already seen Tommy do for Buck. I want their relationship to be settled and steady, even with the bumps and hiccups, but ultimately something that settles Buck so he can really focus on his career and what he wants outside of being a firefighter. (Obviously my endgame for Buck is being Captain at a different firehouse, or well on his way to actually being Captain). But there’s so much angst and humor to be had in the background where Buck/Tommy doesn’t have to take up too much space. Obviously the angst of if Tommy gets hurt or just learning about his past (which I have lots of thoughts about) and Buck learning to cope with that, still growing and getting better at direct communication. Which could lead into a funny runner in an episode where Buck goes around asking everyone (Bobby, Athena, Maddie, Chimney) how they handle it when their partner is hurt and how is the best way for him to comfort Tommy after a rough shift because he obviously wants to do it the best way possible because Tommy is the best and always seems to know what to do and Buck just wants to be the same for him—only for him to get his real answer from Karen (because I also want more Buck with Karen and Buck and Hen being siblings next season). Plus Buck could be in random scenes because he’s obviously getting kicked out of Bobby and Athena’s house at least twice a week for their roleplaying nights that Buck doesn’t want to really ask about but accidentally knows too much about, which also leads to him showing up at May’s one night when everyone else is at work or busy and they have that weird “do you know what I know about mom and dad” conversation about what their parents are getting up to. (Plus leaning into May and Buck developing a relationship could also show us a lot of both of those characters because it’d be in different roles than we’ve seen them—May as the younger sister, Buck as the older brother) Plus I absolutely need to see Buck and Carla being friends again.

Tommy – I absolutely want him to stick around and for them to start filling in the gaps of his life a bit more because he is a really friendly person and has buddies and people to hang out with, but he’s also really lonely and I think that’s why jumped all in with his friendship with Eddie and putting his best foot forward with Buck. Just want him around lol

HenRen – My most beloved ladies. I just want them to keep going and having them face outside challenges together, as a team. So next season could be them wanting to officially adopt Mara but it’s their first adoption (where the kid is not a baby) and they want to do this right, not making Mara feel pressured or like she has to accept this. Obviously them juggling Mara and their still complicated feelings about Denny reconnecting with Nathanial behind their backs is a really good story for them, and then what happens if they get more kids, or another case similar to Mara where it’s a slightly older child and it upsets the balance a bit more? I just love the idea of them as foster parents and want to keep exploring that, even if it is “repetitive” because it’s wonderful to see such amazing parents who are actively trying to be the best they can be and making sure to put their kids first. (Endgame for them, adopting a baby girl, which doesn’t make them love their other children less, but it’d be a really nice full circle moment of them with Denny and Nia, to this full-scale family) Would also love to see Karen interacting a bit more with people—I think at least starting with Chimney and Buck would be a really quick and easy way—Buck could be babysitting a bit, coming over for game nights, showing up randomly. Just a way to start getting Karen more featured because she is literally sunshine and I think it’d be really cool to see her talking about her job and Buck’s excitement and how he’d be super interested in it. (And maybe she’s starting to question if she wants to stay at her job, now with the kids and she’s not sure if she’s as excited about it anymore, or maybe she hasn’t fully been herself at work since the explosion… anything for Karen that’s not sad or too angsty because I can’t handle it. Or one of her brothers comes to stay for an undisclosed amount of time causing hijinx.)

Madney – Oh my god… These two need much less angst and just pure happiness forever. But obviously, that’s not going to happen. So what I would love to see is their storyline centered around the next steps for their family, namely whether or not they want more kids. Jee was a happy accident and they’d never not want her, but it does bring up the question of do they want more children? They both have some issues surrounding parental relationships, and while they’ve been working through them and are incredible parents themselves, would they feel ready or able to have another child or more children? Not to mention physically, for Maddie, would she be willing and able to put herself through that again? I don’t know. It’s something that could really give them a lot of meat in a story while not being needlessly overdramatic—Like my hopes for HenRen, I want them to face things as a couple and still support each other.

Eddie – I need him to be getting help. I want to see this story completely blow up in his face because he doesn’t really have a lot of storylines that deal with the fallout of his actions. And this will hopefully be something that is just him making the worst possible decisions ever and then seeing him lash out at people would be peak writing for this character, to watch him build himself back up and really allow him to have relationships outside of Chris and Buck. I know they’re all friends, but Eddie literally doesn’t really interact with anyone else. Would love to see him and Buck on the outs for a bit so they could both have scenes with some other people. Plus I’d love this story to lead to a happily single Eddie, realizing that he doesn’t need to have a partner just for Chris’s sake and that he’s not really interested in dating right now, despite the fact it feels like everyone in his life (his family) keeps pushing that on him. He honestly needs to do a lot of work on himself to be ready and able to be in a romantic relationship because Eddie is actually the worst in relationships—and whether that’s only because he’s still dealing with Shannon’s death and the way he’s clearly romanticized their past or because he genuinely doesn’t want to date or doesn’t know how to date, we can explore. I want to know more about Eddie because from the beginning he’s basically just been Single Dad Veteran and I don’t feel like they’ve really given him much else until this season. Let Eddie be alone so we can actually learn who he is more before he gets into another relationship—or crazier yet, allow for Single Representation Eddie where he ultimately decides he’s happier alone and doesn’t need anyone.

Josh – My endgame for Josh is obviously him taking over Sue’s position at the Call Center—which would obviously lead to Maddie officially taking over Josh’s spot. But like Buck, I want Josh to have a little more stability in his life so he has stuff outside the call center to help balance himself when he does take on that role. Could be a really great way to sort of mirror Buck and Josh—both of them knowing what they want to do and being really great at it but having no real idea of what to do if that’s taken away. Josh sort of stumbled into this job and excelled at it immensely, but sort of at the expense of his own personal life (plus the trauma of his last “official” experience with dating). Whereas Buck’s never really set aside his personal life for his job but hasn’t ever really found that balance of both with someone who really gets him. So there could be a lot to explore with them as an option. I just want to see a bit more of Josh and maybe he gets a boyfriend or at least starts to date again.

Ravi – I have no idea what I want for him other than for him to be around. In my ideal endgame, he’s obviously taking over Buck’s role at the 118, so maybe just keeping him involved in the crew more. Maybe he has a big dramatic storyline for season 8, dealing with his past or getting injured or showing how he withdraws very quickly. I don’t know he’s sort of a blank slate so they could really do anything with him. I just want to see him around more.

Basically I just have a lot of thoughts and wanted to write them all out here because why not.

[imtrashraccoon]

This one was slightly tricky to write and I spent several days just writing dialogue whenever I was able to lol. Oh well, it's still something I'm proud of.

By the way, I think I'm going to call this "Have Some Empathy, Dear" and I have already started posting it on AO3. Some of you have already found it lol! There's additional lore bits that I'll probably post over there if you're curious.

CW: Not sure if this is needed, but there is some mentions of toxic family dynamics in this chapter. Classic family favorites one child over the other and makes negative comments about them as well.

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First Day & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Horror - Romance

Word Count: 2,087

You'd seen Axe a few times ever since the day you met him in the forest. Somehow, he'd figured out where you lived but had completely dodged the question when you asked how. You kind of just let it go after that as it was nice hanging out with someone after a long day of work.

Yeah, a smart person would've avoided the obvious red flags... Not that you weren't smart, maybe just selectively blind.

He seemed to be a genuinely nice guy, despite the mildly unsettling habits he had, like the fact that he tended to stare at you for long periods of time. It was like he had scary dog energy but without all of the bite, at least towards you anyways.

Today was a you day. No errands that needed to be run, no one requiring you to be at work, and no chores to do around the house. It was just you and the latest episode of your favorite historical romance show. The last episode had ended on a cliffhanger and you were dying to see if Madam Fratchurine accepted Duke Von Gossimer's proposal or not.

You were only halfway through the episode, without a clear answer to the 'Will they, won't they?' question, when a sharp knocking sounded on your front door. Pausing the episode with a frown, you emerged from your blanket cocoon to see who was outside.

Taking a peek through the peephole, your mild annoyance quickly evaporated when you recognized the person on the other side. Barely sparing a thought on how presentable you were, you unlocked and swung open the door to greet them.

"Axe! Um, hi! I, uh, didn't expect to see you today..."

He quirked a bonebrow when you nearly stumbled over your words and his smile morphed into one of mild amusement. You could feel how warm your cheeks had grown all of the sudden and glanced down at your socks.

Clearing your throat, you tried to start over. "Sorry, why don't you come in? Although I should warn you that I've been relaxing all day so the apartment might be a bit messy." You moved to the side so he could step over the threshold rather than remain standing awkwardly outside your door.

Axe chuckled and his eyelight briefly flicked past you into the hallway. " 's no problem, i didn't let you know beforehand. sorry about that..." he responded. He nearly had to duck his skull in order to come inside but thankfully the doorframe was still a few inches taller than he was.

You gathered up the fuzzy blanket you'd been snuggling in and quickly folded it up to make the room slightly less messy. While you were at it, you straightened the sofa cushions and deposited your blanket on the coffee table for now.

"heh, i didn't think you'd be the type to watch sappy stuff like this," Axe commented.

"Huh?" You glanced over and realized he'd noticed the still paused episode. "Ah, well... It's a bit of a...guilty pleasure of mine."

He glanced at you out of the corner of his left eye socket with a look that seemed to suggest amusement. You flushed and quickly looked away from him.

"I suppose you could say I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic..." you muttered. "The idea of finding your one and only? It was just a thing I fixated on when I was younger I guess."

"nothin' wrong with that," Axe said quietly. "a lot of folks look forward to meetin' someone special like that. soulmates or somethin'... i don't really care, but i suppose it would be nice. i'm sure it would all work out though."

You nodded slowly, "I guess so... Honestly, I kind of envy how carefree you are about it."

"well, i'm not in a hurry to settle down right now," he responded with a shrug.

He was right in a way. There was no hurry to find someone and you could always focus on your career in the meantime. Although growing up, there was always the pressure to find someone quickly so you could be taken care of and give your parents a couple of grandchildren. It was "The least you could do," your mother had said.

Of course, you'd then struggled with a string of bad relationships ever since getting out of high school. Not only had you gotten attached really fast whenever a guy ever showed you any modicum of attention, but you also weren't great at standing up for yourself. Your relationships never lasted longer than a few months and while you'd since learned what mistakes not to make, you were starting to wonder if you should swear off dating altogether.

"so, uh, other than shows like this," Axe motioned to the tv, bringing you out of your thoughts again. "what else do ya like to do?"

"Well, I read occasionally and have a small collection of fantasy type books. I used to be part of my school's chess club but I haven't actually had anyone to play against in a while."

You glanced around the living room before your gaze focused on two of your plants on the window sill. "Oh, I try to keep a few plants alive but I don't think I have much of a green thumb. I also like to press flowers or colourful leaves in the fall. They make some pretty collages but I have to make time to actually put them all together."

He nodded approvingly and studied the plants for a moment. "What kind are they?" he asked.

You pursed your lips in thought while you tried to remember. "The one on the left is a yellow Cala Lilly and I think the other is called a Christmas Cactus although it hasn't bloomed since last year. I'm not sure why as it has sun and I haven't forgotten to water it." You shrugged and added, "It's otherwise thriving so I guess I'm doing something right."

"can't say i'm familiar with either of those types so i can't give ya any advice," Axe hummed softly. "i'm more familiar with the kinds of plants ya can cook with, like vegetables or herbs."

"Do you like to cook then?" you asked.

"i do," he answered with a slight nod. "it's somethin' i just really enjoy doin' i guess..." His singular eyelight was still focused on the plants by your window as he trailed off.

When he didn't elaborate further, you couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. His tone of voice seemed to hint at a deeper meaning to what he'd said and you didn't know if you should ask or not.

So, rather than potentially making things more awkward, you decided not to ask and instead to talk about something else. "You know, I like cooking as well. Although, I really only cook for myself so I have limited experience."

Well that certainly seemed to make him perk up. Axe turned to actually look at you and his eyelight flicked over you in a way that you thought was him sizing you up.

"limited experience or not, it's still an important skill to know. did ya teach yourself or...?"

You shook your head, "No, at least not completely... I learned the basics from my mother but everything else I had to learn through good ol' trial and error." You rubbed the back of your neck and quietly added, "Granted, it was mostly by error..."

Axe let out a short chuckle at that. There was clear amusement written across his skull once again, yet it didn't feel like he was making fun of you.

"that's good, sometimes the best way to learn is to actually try your hand at somethin'. or at least it's the best way i know to figure things out." He lightly scratched the right side of his skull, although you noticed how his phalanges nearly hooked into the empty socket as he did so.

"Maybe we could cook something together sometime then...?" you asked.

To your surprise, he nodded vigorously and his permanent grin quirked wider at the idea. "sure, that could be fun. 's not every day i have the chance to cook with others."

"Awesome!" you exclaimed and gave a bit of a victory fist pump. Axe chuckled again although it was more natural sounding this time, like he hadn't expected you to react with this much enthusiasm.

This conversation made you remember something all of the sudden that you had to share. "You know what's funny? One of the things my mother used to always tell me was, and I quote, 'You gotta find a man who can at least cook because you certainly can't!'" With an awkward chuckle, you added, "In hindsight though, I realize she wasn't actually joking..."

That had been a bad thing to say apparently. His expression flickered between discomfort and concern before settling on a slight frown. You could feel a familiar pit form in your stomach as you realized that you'd basically stuck your foot in your mouth.

Axe let out a heavy sigh through his nasal bone and couldn't seem to meet your gaze all of the sudden. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other before finally muttering a response.

"your mother probably didn't have a guy who could pass for a slasher villian in mind..."

You felt bad for saying something so forward in the first place as it had clearly made him uncomfortable. So you resorted to damage control in an effort to ease tensions once again.

"Well, uh... I guess you're right... She also told me that drinking coffee stunts your growth, which I know isn't true now, but it still frustrated me when I was younger."

Well that got him to chuckle at least. He patted your shoulder in a way that was probably supposed to be reassuring, although it did feel slightly patronising seeing as how tall he was.

"are ya sure that isn't true?" he asked in a tone that sounded like it was supposed to be sassy, although his deep voice did just the opposite.

You crossed your arms and huffed in annoyance. "It isn't! I don't even drink that much coffee compared to other people..."

"what other things did she tell you? any other gems?"

You frowned and shook your head. "Nothing very helpful... She used to be obsessed with my weight growing up and never kept any snacks in the house. If I ever mentioned I was hungry, she'd just tell me to go eat a handful of almonds or something."

You sighed and dropped onto the couch. Steepling your chin with your hands, you tried to take deep breaths to avoid getting all worked up over what had happened in the past. You felt bad that you'd nearly just dumped a bunch of your own trauma on Axe when he was basically a complete stranger.

The cushions shifted as he sat down next to you. You glanced over at him and rather than annoyance like you'd expected, he looked slightly concerned. You very rarely talked to anyone about your childhood as they never understood and brushed off your mother's rules as well-meaning. He didn't seem to be like any of the others though and you started to wonder if he actually understood you.

"I'm...not on good terms with my family...in general," you muttered.

He seemed surprised if the way his left eye socket widened was any indication. "how come?" he asked quietly. "family's pretty important, at least to me anyways..."

You shook your head slowly. "I really don't want to get into all of it right now... But, the short of it is my mother was basically what some people call an almond mom and my older sister was seen as the golden child. I was basically dirt in comparison to her and my entire family favorited her."

"i don't really understand..." Your heart sank but Axe continued speaking before you could try to explain. "but i can tell this is a sore spot for ya, so i won't push ya to explain anythin' else, okay?"

You gave him a stiff smile out of sheer relief. "I appreciate it..." you responded with a sigh.

In an attempt to talk about something lighter, you tried to change to subject. "Do you have any family?" you asked.

His skull visibly brightened, somehow, at your question and he grinned warmly. "yep, i got a younger brother and he's the coolest dude i know..."

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

ATLA

all my skeletons out for the taking by 136108

Azula wins the Agni Kai, and the playing field shifts.

The Owl House

Grom Knight by ObabScribbler

Belos is dead. The Collector is defeated. The portal door is working again and everyone now just has to move on with their lives and rebuild normality as best they can. This is easier for some than for others.

When Willow invites Hunter to Grom, he assumes it is so that he, as a non-student of Hexside, can still be there to help Skara in her duties as Grom Queen. Emerald Entrails stick together, after all. Clearly there could be no other reason for Willow to invite him. This is all set to be a simple, friendly combined dance and fight with a demonic entity that reads minds and conjures your worst fears into reality. No biggie.

Except with Boscha and her crew of bullies around and feeling braver than ever, this Grom might not be as simple as they all hoped. Especially when Hunter discovers that being the reincarnated container of hundreds of years of Golden Guards' fears is a bad thing to be around a fear demon.

Clone Wars

and through the spaces of the dark by blackkat (+ podfic)

Jon's attempts to avoid a war he wants no part in are ended when Dark Woman drags him to Coruscant and straight to a posting with the Guard. He intends to keep his head down and do his work, but the mysteries around the Guard - and Fox - immediately have him in out of his depth and on uncertain ground.

Nine Worlds / The Lays of the Hearth Series

Friday Keeps Coming Next by rattyjol

Cliopher's first morning with the Sun-on-Earth was everything he could have dreamed of, until it wasn’t.

or: Cliopher and his Radiancy break time. Again.

soon, they said, if not today by Ariaste

Cliopher passes the Imperial exams on the first try.

It changes everything.

one for sorrow, two for joy by Ariaste

The Emperors of Astandalas did not have daemons.

Cliopher knew this could not, technically, be true. Thinking this thought, even in the quietest whisper in his deepest heart of hearts, was undeniably treason, but…. facts were facts: The Emperors of Astandalas, though worshipped as gods on earth, were each of them born a human being before they were apotheosized by the crown and by law and custom. Every human being had a soul; therefore, every human being had a daemon.

So the Emperors of Astandalas must have had daemons.

But by tradition and ritual and magic and taboo: The Emperors of Astandalas did not have daemons.

you laugh and you gleam with that roguish air by lindsayraindrops

Notorious rebel-poet Fitzroy Angursell is captured and brought to the Palace of Stars. Cliopher... copes.

(A reunion.)

with a winged heart by celebros

"Cliopher. Cliopher. Cliopher."

I blink. It's Conju, standing with his hands on my shoulders, and I go to answer him and realize that I am already speaking, babbling, and Franzel is behind him, wringing his hands and looking near tears. I try to focus on what I'm saying, but it's like a stream, light and splashing past me, too quick to hold, not enough to catch, somehow, somehow –

(A few weeks before the start of the viceroyship ceremonies, Kip finds himself the unwitting recipient of a truth serum)

The Virtue of Being True by electropeach

"You're under an enchantment, Cliopher. The good news is that the protections his Radiancy has placed on you have shielded you; the bad news is that the protections that block the spell are also reflecting it, meaning that instead of you it affects everyone who comes near you. You may have noticed an unusual propensity for candor in your vicinity today?"

A reverse truth serum plot leads to Cliopher having a very strange day.

even a cat may look at a king. by mage-pie (looselipssinksubs) (Note: This fic is marked as abandoned, but it has some really great scenes that it's still worth a read imo)

"Hello, hello, hello!” said his Radiancy’s serval. She said it, in words, in Shaian, in a pleasant voice that came from her little snout quite naturally. “Good morning!” “Good…morning…?” said Cliopher, too shocked to control his voice. His mongoose got out of his bag and scrambled up onto his shoulder with an excited little squeak, her claws prickling through the tunic. “I have good news and bad news!” the serval continued happily. “Don’t you want to know what it is?” Cliopher could only stare. “Good news, I’ve figured out how to talk!” She lashed her tail excitedly, and finished with her voice full of enormous glee, “Bad news… I’ve figured out how to talk.”

The entire city of Solaara wakes up one day attached to magical animals that display each person’s innermost self with no regard for court protocol or even basic manners. It’s pure chaos… and that’s before the Emperor accidentally gives the soul-animals the power of speech.

[mouwrites]

Just a silly little coffee shop trope with Lloyd :]

Word count: 850

Ninjago - Lunch? (Lloyd)

The little cafe you worked in was by no means popular; despite being in the heart of Ninjago city, it was often overlooked. And so you spent many days just watching the huge windows in the front of the store, wondering if any of the swaths of people would chance to step inside.

You did have a few regulars, which you knew by heart, of course. If not because they were always pleasant, then because you really didn’t have many clientele to begin with, so it was only natural that you started to recognize them.

Your eyes were locked on a cute poodle trotting by outside when you heard the little bell above the door ring. You perked up, snapping upright to greet the customer.

A smile came to your face when you saw a familiar (and admittedly attractive) blonde coming closer. He was smiling, too, almost a little shyly as he gave a small wave.

“Hey Lloyd! The usual?” You chirped, already whisking away to grab a cup.

“Yeah.”

You nodded, opening up the refrigerator to retrieve some milk to heat up.

“Not too busy today, huh, Y/n?”

A childish grin stretched your mouth beyond the polite smile you’d already been bearing. “Nope. You know my name?”

He laughed, clasping his hands awkwardly on the counter. “I mean, you’re always the one who’s working when I stop by. Plus it’s on your apron.”

You glanced down at your attire, cheeks darkening a little when you spotted the little name tag. “Oh, yeah.”

You worked in silence for a little while, focusing on getting your measurements right and mixing and not making a mess. You were so focused that you didn’t even feel Lloyd’s deep green eyes fixed on you.

There was a subtle smile curving his thin lips as he watched—though was it from the anticipation of a nice hot chocolate, or something else? He would’ve guessed the former, but he also couldn’t deny the way his heart had skipped a beat when you said his name earlier.

Nor could he deny the way your h/c hair looked in the golden afternoon light… or the way your eyes sparkled with excitement whenever he walked into the store… he always told himself that it was because you were bored, that it was a slow afternoon and he was just providing something to busy you for a few minutes, but he secretly wished it was something more.

But now he was just watching you put whipped cream on the drink. You sprayed a thin layer on top… then kept going… and going… until there was a little mountain towering over the rim of the cup.

You used a Frappuccino lid to top off the cup, in order to preserve the shape of the whipped cream. But you paused before snapping it on, pursing your lips for a second before spontaneously reaching for a bottle of chocolate syrup and drizzling the whipped cream.

“Oh my Master,” Lloyd gawked. “I love you.”

Your eyebrows shot up for a second. Cheeks turning a deep shade of red, you looked at Lloyd with wide eyes.

He had the exact same expression. “Uh…”

You burst into laughter. It became a little more awkward as you tried to control yourself, and you smiled bashfully as you said: “I just know you have a bit of a sweet tooth, so…”

You slid the drink across the counter, wishing your face would stop burning as you rang up his order on the register.

“Thank you,” he murmured, still clearly recovering from severe embarrassment.

Your jaw tightened; his awkwardness was contagious. Your fingers hovered before the screen for a few seconds, and at length you just brought your hand down to rest on the counter. “Tell you what… this one’s on the house.”

You grinned at Lloyd’s shocked response. He went for his wallet anyway, at which point you reached across the counter to hold his arm.

“Really, you don’t have to pay for it. Only ‘cause I like you too.”

The silence was deafening. Lloyd was owl-eyed and ruddy-faced, completely stunned at your words. You almost regretting saying them when he finally burst into the brightest smile you’d ever seen; not just on him, but on anyone.

“Does that mean you’ll let me take you out to lunch sometime?”

“I’d love lunch.”

Lloyd just kept on smiling, fumbling foolishly for his drink. “Cool,” he said, as if he thought he were dreaming.

As he walked out the door, he turned around suddenly and smiled at you one last time. He’d clearly spotted the phone number you wrote on the cup’s little cardboard cuff.

When he was finally out of sight, you patted your cheeks, trying to smack the color out of them. It certainly didn’t help that the image of Lloyd was stuck in your mind like a frozen TV screen. That rosy-cheeked grin he’d given you… it was truly unlike anything you’d ever seen.

I wonder if I can make him smile like that again.

Now it was your turn to smirk. Lunch. You couldn’t wait.

Thanks so much for reading! Might make a part 2 hehe ;o Anyway, take care lovelies!! <33

(divider by saradika)

[thebest-medicine]

could I get some lee hunter owl house tickles with 24 “Sounds like someone needs a visit from the tickle monster” ?

Prompt 24 - “Sounds like someone needs a visit from the tickle monster."

A/N: omg poor baby hunter NEEDS a visit from the tickle monster

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“You’re really grumpy today, did you pinch yourself with needles too many times sewing?” Gus asked, sitting on the arm of the couch.

“No. Don’t know what you’re talking about, I'm fine. I’m perfectly happy.” He replied, notably unhappy sounding.

“You don’t sound very happy.” Willow’s voice came in from the top of the stairs. She made her way down toward them.

“Yeah. You know what you sound like?” Gus said, a small smirk growing on his face as he caught eyes with Willow.

“What?” Hunter asked a little sharply.

“You sound like you need a visit from the tickle monster.” Gus found himself fully smiling by the end of the sentence. He locked eyes with Hunter for a moment as it sank it what he said.

Hunter’s eyes went wide, his cheeks pink, his ears warm. Suddenly, whatever inner turmoil he’d be ruminating over all day seemed to be nothing, gone with a few simple words.

“Wha.. Gus.. Y-you can’t be serious..?” He broke eye contact and turned to his other friend, swallowing hard before he continued. “W-Willow?”

“I think you’re right, Gus.” Willow teased, hopping over the back of the couch through the side of the stairs on Hunter’s other side.

“Guys… wait a second…” Hunter protested, a giddiness bubbling from within.

“Okay.” Willow said. “One second!”

“Listen! I think I hear one now!”

“Yeah it’s close! You’d better watch out Hunter…it’s closing in!” Willow said ominously, wiggling her fingers into menacing claws and further boxing him in.

Hunter brought his legs up to his chest at the teasing, curling into a ball and smiling already, troubles long forgotten.

“Oh no! It’s here!” Gus proclaimed in faux distress, then he leapt toward him and wrapped his arms around Hunter’s waist, pinching and tickling and scribbling into the fabric of his shirt.

“AHH hah- nohohoho- guys! HahahaHA!” Hunter laughed, free and unabashed. Willow joined in the tickle monster attack shortly after, grabbing for his wrists and quickly taking his flailing arms out of the equation. “Wahahahait! HeheheEE NAHAHA! No fahaHAIR!”

“The tickle monster doesn’t play fair, sorry Hunter!” Willow teased. Once she had him wrestled against the couch, she used one hand to tickle along his neck and collarbone, making him squeal through his laughter. The two of them continued their playful attack for a few minutes longer, until their cheeks started to hurt from smiling so much.

Hunter wouldn’t be keen to say it, but he appreciated his friend’s occasional little tickle-monster attacks when he was feeling down, and today was no different. That didn’t mean, however, that he wouldn’t get them back.

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[goldencherriess]

Incandescent || Chapter one.

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N receives a very strange letter.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: slight angst, Hagrid being his lovely self

Series masterlist || Main masterlist

The letter came unannounced. 

On her 11th birthday, Y/N was awakened by the sound of tapping against the window. Her eyelids fluttered against the pristine, white pillow case (it still smelled like detergent from the night before) and she blinked against the warm sunlight. The sight greeting her woke her up instantly. A majestic barn owl was blinking at her, hooting in the air, its wings flapping as if to get her attention. A letter on a string was attached to its left, slender leg. Y/N rubbed her eyes, not really believing what she was seeing. Impatient, the owl, once again, tapped the window with its beak. 

“Alright, alright, I’m coming!” 

Y/N hurled the duvet off her body, a million needles piercing her bare shoulders now that the cold wind swamped her up. She opened the window and the owl settled itself on her bedpost, sticking its leg to her. “Is this for me?” Y/N asked, suddenly aware that an owl was in her room. In response, the owl blinked at her and flapped its wings impatiently. “Alright, don’t make too much noise! My parents are still asleep and I don’t want to get into trouble. Today is my birthday, you see. And-” her voice died in her throat when she finally read what was written on the letter.

A scarlet seal was gleaming against the first rays of sunshine and a string of cursive letters were gazing back at her in emerald ink. 

Miss Y/I L/N

The bright bedroom on the second floor

16, Victoria Street,

Rochester

Kent

In a flash her eyes were wide like saucers and she raised her head to look into the owl’s. “Who’s this from? You know, don’t you?” 

The owl hooted before starting to pick at its feathers out of boredom. Y/N turned the letter around, and she read outloud what was written on the other side.”Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Magic? But there’s no such thing as magic, is there?” Just as she said it, a boom was heard all around the house, the door from her bedroom shaking in its hinges. 

Turning on her heels, still gripping the letter, she raced out of the room and down the stairs, passing the family photos hung on the walls, all the way to the front door. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight that greeted her. An eleven feet, bearded man was struggling to go through the front, cherrywood door. “Hello there!”

“Hi”, replied Y/N meekly, turning to look if her parents were awakened by the commotion. 

With a few more grunts, the man managed to enter the hallway, his back hunched and the door crooked. “There we go. Sorry abou’ tha’. Quite a small  door, isn’ it?”.  

Y/N blinked up at him, his tall figure blocking the sunlight from entering through the door window. She would have said that the door was quite the right size, big enough for her, and surely big enough for her father who was the tallest man she had ever met up until that moment, but her voice was stuck somewhere in her throat. 

A hoot travelled down the stairs and the barn owl flew down, coming to a rest on the bearded man’s shoulder. Chuckling, his eyes wrinkled and he peered down at Y/N. “Ah, yeh musta received the letter already! Great news, eh?”

Y/N glanced down at the wrinkled letter in her sweaty hands, before she gazed up at the stranger. “Is it you who sent it?”

The man’s smile dropped suddenly, his eyebrows hiding in his bushy hair. “Me? Merlin’s beard, no! I’m on’y gamekeeper at Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall sends the letters under the supervision o’ professor Dumbledore, one o’ the greatest wizards o’ all time. But your aunt and uncle have told yeh all ‘bout tha’, haven’ they?”

Y/N opened her mouth in confusion, but the sound of steps coming down the stairs stopped any word from coming out of it. A very dishevelled, night coat wearing mother and a barely awake, squinting against the sunlight streaming through the windows, father stopped at the bottom of the stairs. “Sweetheart, why aren’t you in bed? It’s still very early-” 

“Good mornin’!” greeted the stranger in a thick, but cheery voice.

For a split second, Y/N thought that her mother recognized the stranger in their hallway, but as fast as the sparkle of familiarity came in her eyes, it disappeared. She turned to look at her father, who still seemed to be asleep. 

“Good morning. Uh, I’m sorry, who are you?” asked her father in a gruff, morning voice.

“Oh, where are me manners? Me name’s Rubeus Hagrid, gamekeeper at Hogwarts. Came here ter talk ter your niece, o’ course. The time has come, if yeh get wha’ I mean” winked Hagrid joyfully. 

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, turning to look at her mother. “What is he talking about?”

“Yer a witch, Y/N.”

Upon hearing this string of words, Y/N stilled, only turning her gaze onto the bushy haired man. He was grinning, and she would have smiled back if it weren’t for the shock overtaking her body, freezing it. The room was quiet, beside the owl hooting calmly on Hagrid’s shoulders. “I’m a what?”

“A witch. And a bloody good one at that. Yer the L-”

“No! She doesn’t need to know yet. She’s too young,” interrupted her mother.

A gasp escaped Y/N’s lips. “You knew?!”

Her mother’s eyes softened, and she took a step towards her daughter. “We suspected it. You were too different from the other kids in the neighbourhood.”

“It became clear when you made it rain in the kitchen,” her father added, now wide awake.

Y/N remembered the incident. Vividly. She remembered feeling confused and angry, and then droplets of water hit her forehead and hair. Her parents blamed it on faulty piping, but she didn’t dismiss it that easily. Not when more accidents like that one continued to occur. 

“But, there’s no such thing as magic, is there?” she said in a quiet voice, her mind still trying to make sense of it all.

“O’ course it does! Watch this!” replied Hagrid. 

He raised his pink umbrella, of which Y/N was taking notice for the first time, to the statuette, and a golden light flashed. It hit the porcelain shepherd boy her mother bought a few years back from a vintage fair. In a flurry of life, the boy smiled at her, and his legs started moving on their own accord, as much as the Irish would. Y/N’s face lit up, her eyes widening in wonder. She turned to look at Hagrid, who was already looking at her, a mischievous twinkle in his gaze. “How’d you do that?!” she questioned him.

He laughed. “Yeh’ll get ter learn at Hogwarts. It would be wise not mention anyone 'bout this. I'm not allowed ter do magic, especially not in front o' Muggles.”

“Muggles?” furrowed Y/N.

“Non-magic folk.”

“But then…” She turned to her parents. “How did you know?”

Her mother suddenly turned white as a sheet. She put her arms around herself. “My brother… he was one.”

Confusion settled once again in Y/N’s heart. She never heard her mother speak of a brother before. There was never one in the family photographs. No videos of him. No letters.  She never knew she even had an uncle. It seemed as though he was a taboo. Never to be mentioned, never to be brought up. Never to be remembered. 

Hagrid’s thick voice cut through the heavy silence. “What, she don' know? Yeh never told her?! Arthur was a hero! An' yeh haven' told her 'bout 'im? Wha' abou’ Aurora, yeh haven' told her 'bout her either?”

Her mother turned red in the face. Y/N remembered the times when a lousy neighbour would try to pry in and her mother would turn red just as now, before resorting to yelling. Y/N braced herself for what was to come. 

“I couldn’t! You must understand, she was too young, still is-”

“She deserves ter know the truth!”

“I was too afraid to tell her!”

“Tell me what?” inquired Y/N timidly. 

The silence that followed settled heavily on the girl’s shoulders. She watched her mother carefully, trying to see through her. She was met with nothing. The warm light was now blinding her and she turned to look at the shepherd boy, who stopped dancing a long time ago. The answer came to her instantly when she caught sight of the photograph on the mantelpiece, near the porcelain statuette. It was taken on her 9th birthday, when no one she had invited came, no kids from school, no kids from happy-go-lucky families in the neighbourhood. She was bearing a crooked smile, missing a front tooth. Her mother on one side, holding the chocolate, love-made cake, her father on the other side, holding her by the shoulders. His glasses were slightly crooked, her fault, as she loved to play with him. A happy family. An innocent lie. She now realised she didn’t look  like her mother, nor like her father. “I’m not a Fletcher?” she said in disbelief, her voice barely a whisper. 

She heard Hagrid shift on his toes on the handmade carpet, a rather hoarse murmur travelling to her ears. “I shouldn' have said tha'...”

“Of course you’re still a Fletcher,” said her aunt, her wrinkly hand coming to rest on Y/N’s shoulder. “Just as I always will be your aunt and just as Henry will always be your uncle. But before everything and above all, you are your father’s daughter. Arthur’s.” She turned Y/N around, now peering into her eyes. “And when the time is right, I will tell you everything.”

A sadness was swirling in Y/N’s eyes and she had to blink against the tears to meet her aunt’s gaze. She nodded her head before casting her gaze onto the wrinkled letter in her hand. 

“Tha’s for yeh. Open it,” urged Hagrid, smiling down to her. 

With shaky hands, she tore off the scarlet, crimson seal and took out the aged, yellowish paper. 

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

Dear miss L/N,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 

Please find an enclosed list of all of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1st of September. We await your owl by no later than 31st July. 

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress

To say she was trembling was an understatement. She was in disbelief, little shock waves raising her neck hair on end. Despite that, though, a surge of excitement was travelling through her body like a warm liquid, all the way to her heart and she found herself grinning. She raised her gaze and looked at Hagrid.

“Told yeh,”  he simply said, returning her grin.

She laughed, before making eye contact with her aunt. “And dad was also a wizard? Mum too?”

Her aunt only nodded, her eyes full of unspoken words and emotion. 

“We'll have ter get your school books an' equipment, o' course. All the bes' stuff are found on Diagon Alley. I shall take yeh there meself, Dumbledore's orders.”

Y/N could almost jump up and down in excitement. “When?”

“Tomorrow is as good as any,” replied Hagrid winking. “Oh, I almost forgot!” He searched his pockets before he pulled out a small present. He handed it to Y/N and she took it with an inquiring look. 

Whatever was inside, was poorly wrapped. The wrapping paper was split in some places and wrinkled all around, but she could tell it was made with love and care. She pulled on the string and a small, handmade pair of earrings fell onto her hands. Made with baby pinecones, still green, the earrings shined against her face. “I used slug slime fer the shine, the bes' glitter. Unless yeh use unicorn blood, but we don' do tha' here,” explained Hagrid, anxiously watching her.

She only grinned, choosing to wear them proudly. “Thanks, Hagrid. I love them.”

She could swear she saw the giant, bubbly man blush. “Happy birthday, Y/N!”

Happy birthday, indeed. 

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A/N: Here's the first chapter of my very very long Harry Potter journey (yes, I'm planning to do all the seven years, I shall have patience)! This boy does not get enough love and I'm here to write some for him.

Thank you so much for reading! Any kind of feedback is very much appreciated! If you'd like to be added to my main tag list or the series tag list, drop a comment or send me an ask!

Lots and lots of love xx

Main tag list: @bohemianrhapsody86 @andreead

[wolfjackle]

Today I needed to get out of the house for a number of reasons, mostly related to current events.

I hadn't slept well, mostly because I live with my Nana and she doesn't realize how loud her TV is when she falls asleep. Usually I can sleep through it, but not last night.

So I stayed in bed later than I like to. Woke up at a reasonable enough time, but stayed in bed on my tablet and phone for a while trying to fall back asleep before giving up on that.

And I really needed to get out of the house.

So I drove the thirty minutes or so to a hiking trail I like. There's two places I can park, and I chose the one that gave the longest walk. Didn't arrive until about 3 in the afternoon.

Well, where I live, it's full dark by 5:30. I knew I'd be cutting it close. But I wanted to do the full walk. All the way to the beach. Sit by the waves for a few minutes after some time alone in the woods.

It was glorious. I didn't care that I was wearing jeans and sneakers. That sand got all over me.

But, like I said. This was the long walk and you can already see night is setting in from the picture. I still had about a 2 mile walk through the woods to get back to my car.

Gorgeous woods, let me tell you. But still. It's getting dark fast.

I realized I probably messed up when I saw how dark the path was getting. When the sun was no longer visible above the trees.

So I sprinted down sections of the path until I was out of breath. Do you know how long it had been since I'd sprinted for no real reason but to do it? It was so much fun. I started by trying to get to the car faster. I kept going because it made me laugh.

There was no one around. The birds were singing their evening songs. And I was running down the trail in the growing dark.

The moon, visible the entire walk, kept getting brighter and brighter. Only half full, but shining bright enough to help with the setting sun.

I get near the end of the trail. The sun has fallen below the horizon, but you can still see it's light just above. And across from it shines the moon. It was breathtaking.

And standing on the edge of the water was another person. They don't see me, but they're watching the sunset and I want to pause and watch as well.

So I called out. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

She's surprised, but happy, to find someone else out just enjoying nature and a sunset. We watch together for a few minutes. Casual conversation about the view and the place we live. Compare different walks and places we like to go.

Then I go out on another limb. I say, "Current events are making me rethink some life choices."

Two hesitant sentences confirm we're both scared of the future with a Trump presidency. She's 84 and looks back on the past and is ashamed that this is what she's left with. But she grieves with me for being young and having to navigate the world we're about to enter.

Not in so many words. We talked around the issues mostly. Just wanting to luxuriate in a beautiful sunset, the knowledge that the ocean is unchanging and eternal, and that there will be life after this, no matter what happens.

But our anxieties sneak in.

As we walk the quarter mile or so back to the parking lot, it gets darker and darker. But the moon is bright enough to reflect of the water and cast shadows if you look.

(My phone brightened the photo. It was so much darker in person. And the moonlight reflecting on the water so much more beautiful.)

An owl hooted in the distance; she couldn't hear it (she spent time in an orchestra sitting next to the tympanis).

We never exchanged names. I considered it. Considered saying "I'm Wolf, by the way." But I didn't. I'm not sure why. And I'm not sure why she didn't either.

But it was beautiful. Standing next to a stranger. Watching a sunset. Discussing the big topics. And the small.

I spent maybe half an hour with her, but I don't think I'll ever forget it.

Nothing was fixed. The world is too big for that. But that moment of connection? It helped. It really, really helped.

[zoesbooknook]

library - regulus black

⊹ ࣪ ˖🕰️୭˚. ᵎᵎ🗝️✧°.📖

You are in your fifth year of Hogwarts, and your OWLs were coming up really quickly, so you headed over to the library to study. As you entered, you noticed that every table was packed with students. You held your books closer to your chest and adjusted your messenger bag in a way to not bother your shoulder. You walked deeper into the library until you noticed an empty table with only one person sitting there: Regulus Black. You had never had a conversation with him, even though you were in the same year and same house; you just had different friend groups and therefore never crossed roads. "Hi, do you mind if I sit here?" you ask him.

Regulus looks up with a raised eyebrow before giving a nod and a very faint smile. He is quiet for a moment before speaking up calmly in response.

"No, not at all. Go ahead."

"Thank you," you whispered to him as the whole library became quiet all of a sudden. You started taking out your potions book and your previous works so you could start studying; you tied your hair out of your face, and even though you just began studying, you were already frustrated: potions was not your best subject.

Regulus glances over your shoulder briefly before going back to his own work. Though he can't help but glance over your way occasionally, the silence felt a bit comforting, to be quite frank. There was a certain peacefulness about it. It was interrupted by the odd noises of the books shifting and turning pages, the shuffling of quills, and the scraping of the table, but other than that, it was relatively quiet.

As you continued studying, questions kept popping into your head about how to make a certain potion. When was the precise moment to add something, whether you were supposed to stir clockwise or anticlockwise? You had to ask someone to help you, but your friends were in their dorms, and you had to finish studying potions today so that you could catch up to the other subjects. You thought about asking Regulus; he was in your potions class, so he would most likely have an answer. You began to overthink it and kept reformulating your question in your head: "Um Regulus, do you mind if I ask you a question about potions?"

Regulus raises an eyebrow once again. As he glances over at you, he is slightly surprised by the fact that you chose to ask him for help. Though he doesn't seem to mind, he gives a slight nod of approval and glances over the book you were working on before saying:

"No, I don't mind. What do you need help with?" He asks. His tone was calm, and somewhat friendly.

You were quite surprised that he agreed to help you but tried not to show it. 'Maybe the rumors were false, and he might actually be a nice person'. You smiled at him as you moved your books so that Regulus could see them as well. "Well, I was just wondering, Felix Felicis, obviously it's a potion that makes you lucky, but do you know, like, what it consists of? Because I've been looking in all of these books and I have no idea."

Regulus thinks for a moment before sighing and running a hand through his hair. He's quiet for a minute, as if pondering something, then he speaks up again, seemingly relieved to be speaking about something that he knows quite a bit about.

"Right, felix felicis, it's a fairly obscure potion and is very difficult to make properly, but it contains quite a few things, including but not limited to: dittany, galangal, salt, silver, and honey."

"Oh, ok, that makes sense," you say as you take notes of these ingredients on a piece of parchment. "Well, thank you for that."

Regulus nods slightly as he glances at the parchment. He's quiet for a moment before he speaks up again, as if to continue the conversation. He seems to have an idea for something to discuss next.

"What're you studying for? OWLs?"

"Yeah, I've got to start early or else I wouldn't have time to cover everything before then," you respond, looking up at him; he nods. "Have you started studying yet?"

Regulus nods his head at your reply. He seems to understand the worry of being unprepared or underprepared for an upcoming test or exam. He sighs softly before answering your question as well.

"I have, yes... I started a few days ago. It's a bit tiring, isn't it?"

"Tell me about it; everywhere I go, in every class, it's OWLs this, OWLs that. It makes me want to jump off the astronomy tower." You jokingly say.

Regulus gives a very faint smile at your reply; he understands your pain; it seems to be the current mood within every class at the school. He chuckles slightly at your joke as well and seems to agree to an extent:

"I agree. It's like, every time we try to get our mind off of it and have a decent time, it's brought back up, and the stress just piles on. it's tiring. especially with all of the pressure coming from the teachers."

"I know right, like the only good thing that's happening this year is the potential that Slytherin might win the Quidditch Cup." You were enjoying speaking to Regulus.

Regulus chuckles slightly as you mention the potential for Slytherin to win the Quidditch Cup; he's actually quite excited about it too. He was enjoying this conversation as well, though he seems a little bit surprised that you're talking to him. His voice is calm, soft, and friendly as he speaks once again.

"Yeah, I definitely agree with that. If we win the Quidditch Cup, I really think it would be the highlight of the year—or at least rank pretty high up there."

"You're on the Qudditch team, right? Seeker?,"

Regulus nods his head in answer to your question. He's glad that you know he's a seeker on the quidditch team. He's quiet again for a second before speaking once again:

"Yeah, I'm the seeker for the team, indeed. What about you?"

You laugh "Oh no, I could never. I can barely sit on a broom, let alone fly around and play against people."

Regulus smiles faintly at the reply. Despite being talented when it comes to quidditch, he can recognize that it might not be everybody's strong suit, so he tries to be understanding. As he speaks once more, his tone is still gentle and calm.

"Yeah, it's not everybody's thing. I was quite surprised to learn that I had talent when it came to flying; it's probably my favorite thing to do. even outside of quidditch."

Soon enough, you find yourself talking to Regulus about all kinds of things, from your favorite classes to your families back home.

Regulus found himself enjoying the conversation with you—to be quite frank, it felt like the most genuine conversation he'd had in a while. He's enjoying his time with you, so the hour and a half goes by quite quickly. He actually doesn't really seem to remember that it was past curfew, but when he realizes that it is, he sighs softly and says,

"Oh, we really should probably get back to our dorms soon."

You didn't realize you spent all that time talking. As you pack, you look at your abandoned potions books but smile because you've made a new friend now. You and Regulus head to the doors of the library and make your way to the Slytherin Dorms.

Regulus is silent as you pack up the books; he doesn't really think too much of the fact that you didn't get back to studying; in reality, he's quite glad that you two were able to talk for that long. As you two made your way out of the library and began heading toward the Slytherin dorms, Regulus was quiet once again. He's walking by your side, not really wanting to interrupt, though he does have one question to ask.

"Can I ask you something?

"Sure, what's up?" Before you could finish your sentence, Regulus grabbed your arm and pulled you into a broom cupboard.

Regulus's sudden and fast action caught you off guard, and you let out a startled gasp as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the broom cupboard suddenly. You weren't expecting that, and you couldn't help but feel a little bit surprised by it. You looked up at him and stared curiously, wondering exactly what he was doing.

Regulus sees that you're startled and explains that he saw Filch walking towards you. You also became aware of how close both of you were, with your backs to the wall and Regulus towering over you. You looked up at him and saw him already looking down at you.

A small, nervous chill runs up your spine as you feel the height difference between the two of you. You can't help but think about how he's towering over you at the moment. You can see his eyes gazing down at you, and you are completely aware of how close you two are. You feel extremely nervous, and the proximity of the two of you makes your heart start pounding. You can't quite tell exactly why, but you don't mind it either.

You noticed his dark curls covering his face and his sharp jawline. As you look up at him, you can't decide whether his eyes are green, grey, or blue—maybe a mix of all three. Even though you had just met, you felt as though you had known each other for years. You started feeling as if you had butterflies in your stomach, each one of them flying around.

Regulus notices that you're taking a moment to stare at his features. He can't help but notice that you continue to stare directly into his eyes, and he feels slightly embarrassed by it. He can feel his cheeks warming up slightly. He can't help but wonder what it is that he's feeling—why is he starting to feel some sort of butterfly-like feeling in his stomach? He feels his own heart pounding as you stare deeply into his eyes, and he feels his breath hitching slightly as he gazes down at you.

"I think Filch has left now."

Regulus lets out a small sigh of relief as you point out that filch has apparently left. It seemed like the coast was clear. He had never gotten this close to anyone other than his friends, but now that he was practically face-to-face with you, things felt a bit different.

"Yeah, I think you're right."

He can feel his eyes lingering on your lips for a few seconds. Even though he realizes that it's probably not the best idea, he can't seem to help himself.

Regulus seems to get lost in the moment—the tension and closeness. He seems to understand what you're saying, and it's true, but he also wants to stay in the moment for just a little longer. He is quiet for a moment before giving a small, slightly hesitant reply:

"Yeah, we probably should."

Seeing as Regulus was not planning on moving, you push the cupboard doors open and look around to make sure Filch has completely left.

You open the cupboard doors and peer out to make sure that filth has definitely left. Everything seemed to be clear; you don't see or hear anybody walking past, so you're pretty sure that it's safe to leave. You step out of the cupboard and glance back at Regulus. He seems to hesitate for a moment, as if considering something, before he steps out of the cupboard as well. He stands there in the hallway, looking at you.

"Come on.." Feeling bold, you grabbed his hands and pulled him in the direction of the Slytherin dorm.

Regulus seemed to be taken quite by surprise when you grabbed his hands and apulled him. He let his hand be pulled by you with little to no resistance; he doesn't even seem to think about it; he just does it. He lets you pull him and walks by your side as the two of you start heading back to the Lytherin dorms.

Soon enough, you reach the Slytherin door, and as you utter the password, upon entering, you drop Regulus' hand as both of you have to go your separate ways. You turn to look at him, not knowing what to say.

Regulous seems to pause for a moment when you drop his hand. He seems to feel a sudden, unexpected sense of disappointment when he feels your hand slip away from his. He seems to hesitate whether or not to say anything, but then he sighs softly and says in a calm, quiet voice:

"Um, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure"

Regulus seems to hesitate for a second, as if considering exactly what to say next. He gives a soft, small smile, but he still feels a bit embarrassed; he still isn't entirely sure why the conversation was making him feel so nervous.

"Can I see you again sometime? sometime like this? I guess in the library."

"Aw, is Regulus Black trying to ask me out on a date?"

Regulus could feel his cheeks turn slightly pink at the reply. He didn't want to admit it, but he seemed to be asking you on a date. He didn't mean to ask you out directly, but it would work for that purpose, after all. He wasn't expecting this, but he's willing to roll with it.

"I guess it kind of is like I'm asking you out on a date, yeah."

"Then, yes, Regulus, I would love to. Tomorrow, at the library, same time, same table?"

Regulus feels his heart doing little flips. He smiles and nods his head in response.

"Yeah, the library, same time, same table. I'll see you then."

He says this with a soft smile, his eyes lingering on your face.

You felt a smile grow on your face. "Goodnight, Regulus." You walk up to him and kiss his cheek, then walk up to your dorm room.

The sensation left him feeling flushed, his cheeks burning with a deep blush. He seems to linger in place, speechless, as you head to your dorm room, only managing a small, startled whisper.

"Goodnight. See you tomorrow."

[drabblemesilly]

Alex Lyon #1

Requested by Anon: Can you please please write a short one about Alex Lyon of the Red Wings?

*I got you anon! Who's just as happy that he's been getting to see so much action lately? Def one of the most beautiful men in hockey! Enjoy! :)*

Word count: 1,006

Oh, he’s in a mood. You can hear Fireflies by Owl City playing on loud even before you opened the front door to Alex Lyon’s house. Good or bad, not sure yet but there’s a reason you only hear that song after a hard loss or a phenomenal win. Seeing that their last game was two nights ago and the next one is tomorrow, you’re in unknown territory here.

The strong smell of garlic enveloped you as you enter the house.

“In here,” you heard him shout above the music – which was restarting. Oh, so Fireflies is on loop. Interesting.

On one of your very first dates, Alex mentioned that Fireflies helped him calm down, “it helps me get grounded every time I get overwhelmed,” he said. Something about the instruments or lyrics, you really didn’t pay attention to him much then. His eyes were distracting and his pretty, pretty face was overwhelming. Ha! 

You found him in the kitchen, wielding a knife, flour streaks all over his face and neck. Oh gosh, is that a piece of onion stuck in his hair?

“What is this?” you laughed, putting your purse on the counter and peering, “salmon vs Alex Lyon?” you gave him a quick peck on the cheek, “honey, I think you’re gonna lose,” your nose crinkled, “you already smell like fish!”

He giggled, the kind of giggle that only he can do, music to your ears, honestly, “make yourself useful and peel some potatoes, pretty girl!”

“Pretty girl? Oh buttering me up too,” you smiled, getting some potatoes from the sink, “you seem cheerful today. Should I run for the hills?”

His grin even got wider, “I’m starting in the next five games, I got the call this morning.”

Dropping the potatoes, you gasped, “Alex, what did you do?”

He looked up, eyes wide and wild, “what? What?”

“What did you do, Alex?” you feigned seriousness.

“What?” he asked again, all serious and panicky now, “what did I do?”

You grinned, eyes sparkling, “to James Reimer.”

Alex visibly relaxed, finally catching the joke, “you’re mean,” he pouted, “no salmon for you.”

Shrugging, you jumbled over to him and nearly tackled your smelly boyfriend, “I’m kidding, you dork,” jumping up to kiss his flour-covered neck, “wow, Alex, wow. That’s good, right? We’re happy, right?”

He nodded, squeezing lemon into the salmon marinade, “we’re very happy,” he pointed to the fish, “we’re having salmon!”

He stopped chopping or whatever he was doing to the fish for a second and looked at you, “so when are you finally gonna have me teach you to skate?”

Reaching out to bump him a little, you smiled, “now that,” you smirked, washing your hands and pouring some red wine in a discarded glass, “is something for later,” drinking a little wine, you peered over his shoulder at whatever he’s concocting, “there’s a reason you’re a goalie buddy,” you joked.

“I hope you choke,” he laughed, taking your glass and sipping from it, “I’m joking,” he said in the next breath. Alex never figured out how to read your reactions to his jokes so he always felt the need to clarify.

“I know,” you assured him, “I’m still not trusting you to teach me to skate.”

He stomped a foot, “but I’m a professional hockey player. I’m on skates the same amount of time I’m in shoes.”

The foot stomping caused a belligerent curl fall on his forehead, you snickered at that. Sometime he just looks like a lost little puppy. Or a kitten. If he has his way, he’d be a lost secy kitten.

You reached to tug on the curl, “honey, you’re not Sidney Crosby.”

“I have his butt, though,” he offered.

“Still a no,” you laughed, “don’t worry, cutie, you’re more good-looking. And you’re a better goalie.” You gulped, “I think,” you said, “I hope,” you scoffed, “you never know with Sidney Crosby, he’s probably better at it than Linus Ullmark.”

Alex Lyon is one of the best goalies in the NHL and you will die on that hill. Did people think he was overrated when he skipped his last year in the NCCA to turn pro? Yes. Did he get shuffled around from Philly to North Carolina to Florida and now to Detroit? Yes. Did he once question how good he was at hockey because he couldn’t seem to get his footing in the NHL? Yes.

Did those ever diminish the fact that you believe him to be one of the best goalies in the NHL right now? No. You will die on that hill.

“If Sidney Crosby is a better goalie than me, I wouldn’t even be surprised. Linus Ullmark is definitely better than me.”

Your nose automatically scrunched, “what are you talking about?” popping a slice of cheese, you bent over the counter and winked, “I think you’re the best goalie in the NHL right now.”

He snorted, “let’s not go that far,” shifting so he can give you a loose hug.

“Not the best cook,” you pointed at the discarded fish, “but definitely the best goalie. At least for me,” you smiled, hand snaking around his back. 

Resting your chin on his chest, you took a little sniff, “yup, still smelling like fish.”

He looked down and placed a small kiss on the top of your head, “I think I’ll be fine. I like it here.”

You’ve never seen Alex get more excited than when he signed with the Red Wings. That meant you were moving to Michigan and leave so many of your new-found friends in Florida but you’ll probably follow him to the ends of the world if he asked. At this point, you won’t be surprised if the sun actually shone out of his ass.

“You will be fine, Ally,” you whispered, rubbing his back, “one step at a time.”

He sighed, another round of Fireflies starting over, the fourth time since you got here, “it takes a little time but yes,” he agreed, “one step.”

“So,” you clapped, “about that…” you gestured to the fish.

He snickered, “pizza?”

“Pizza it is."

[jacksdinonuggets]

Caregiver Burnout

Summary: After taking care of Luz for a while, Amity starts to get caregiver burnout. She's in desperate need of some little time but doesn't want to make Luz feel bad. So Em sets up a plan to help her out, involving a mama owl lady

Amity couldn’t wait until school ended for the day. The whole week has been insanely stressful. There were so many tests and assignments, her anxiety acted up and almost made her puke in class, Boscha was being a bitch as usual, and sleep was becoming very hard. Luz had also been feeling very little lately due to stuff at human school and needed someone to look after her since her mom was working a lot. So Amity would help her regress through texting. Not like the tamagotchi stuff. Like actual texting. Alador had managed to connect Luz’s phone to the scroll servers so that they could still talk.

She was just really hoping that she could relax today. It was Friday and no teachers gave her homework and she had no plans after school. So she was pretty happy on her walk home. But then she got a text from Luz.

‘Hey, Sorry to ask again, but can you just chat with me while I regress?’ 

Amity really wanted to say no. She was so exhausted and hadn't regressed in a month. But even the thought of saying no to Luz was impossible. She just couldn’t say no. Even though Luz had told her that it was fine if she was getting caregiver burnout, Amity refused to say no whenever she asked. She had only been online caregiving for luz every other day for a week and a half! There's no way she should be getting burnout already. She was just being weak and a bad girlfriend.

‘Yeah, of course, hun,’ She quickly texted back. 

On her walk to her house, she chatted with Luz as she regressed. She desperately just wanted to put her scroll away and never look at it again, but then Luz would feel abandoned. She hadn’t even realized she started spiraling a little and zoning out until Luz called her and her ringtone went off.

“Yes, Luz?” She picked up the phone

“Mama, you stopped texting… you otay?” Luz asked. Amity chewed her lip, contemplating whether to tell her the truth or not. She really wanted to, but it would make Luz feel like a burden. She couldn’t let Luz down like that. The kids at her human school were already making her feel like a burden and a bad person. Amity wasn’t going to add to that.

“I’m…okay, sweetie. Sorry, I just uh, walked into an area with a bad signal,” She said, trying to sound upbeat, “Why don’t you tell me your Azura headcanons again?”

Amity continued to walk home and talk with Luz while she did so. When she stepped into into the manor, Em saw how exhausted she looked when she walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple-blood Energy drink. However, since she was on the phone, Em didn’t say anything. It would be rude to interrupt a phone call.She would just have a talk with her little sister later.

After dinner, Em walked into Amity’s room. She was reading a book in bed and had her scroll next to her. The elder blight sat down on the bed.

“Hey, sweetie, can you put down the book?” She spoke to her in a soft voice. Amity sighed and set it down.

“Your stress levels have been high again, Mittens,” Em stated instead of asked. All of the signs were there. She saw through them very easily. There was no need to ask if they were high.

“N-No they’re not,” She rebutted.

“Yes, they are. I see you taking nausea vials to school, you haven’t been sleeping right, and you had a borderline anxiety attack the other day. Not to mention that you’ve wet the bed 2 times this week.” Em declared. She saw Amity’s face go bright red at the mention of her accidents, but didn’t care. She needed to hear it.

“It’s fine, Em. I can handle it. I’ll take naps and stop bringing the nausea stuff,” Amity said.

“Is this because you’ve been caring for Luz lately?” Emira asked. She knew that caregiving could be quite taxing. But Amity was a little. She wasn’t used to taking care of people.

“Just get out! I’m fine!” Amity bellowed, face growing red with anger, but didn’t touch her ears. Yup, that confirmed it. Whenever Amity raised her voice or everything but her ears went red, it usually meant whatever she asked, was the answer. 

Emira, not wanting to upset her little sis further, sighed and got up, walking towards her own room. She pulled out her scroll and made a few calls.

The next day, after getting 4 hours of sleep, Amity woke up to Em knocking on her door and entering.

“Morning Mittens! Luz wants you at the owl house and I gotta pick up my new BGC shirt from Eda, so I’ll be walking with you,” She said.

Amity groaned a little, wanting to get some more sleep, but seeing as it was 10 am, she knew she had to get up. After getting changed and eating some breakfast, she saw Em at the door, with a backpack, waiting for her.

“Umm, what's with the bag?” Amity asked, grabbing Ghost.

“It’s just some shirts Eda tried getting me to sell. No one wanted Bad girl Coven branded jorts so I’m giving them back to her,” Em explained.

Amity just shrugged, not thinking anything of it and they started to fly towards the owl house. It was pretty chilly out since it was getting close to fall but luckily the fly wasn’t too long. Once they landed, Eda opened the door.

“Ah, there’s the Blights.” Eda said. She saw Em carrying the bag and stepped towards her.

“Hey, you need a hand?” She took off her prosthetic arm and waved it in her face with a bright grin. Em gave her a look.

“Alright, alright. I get it, it’s corny.” Eda popped her hand back on. Even though she loved her hook, she had a feeling it could be a little dangerous for what they were doing. Besides, the prosthetic was fine. She just had some troubles moving the fingers, but Alador was working on it. He was the one that designed it.

Once everyone was inside, Hooty closed the door and Em placed the bag on the couch.

“Where’s Luz?” Amity asked, realizing she wasn’t there.

“Ah, she won’t be here. She’s helping her mom out at the clinic,” The owl lady said.

“What? Then why am I here?” Amity was utterly confused.

“Because you are gonna have some little time and relax,” Em explained.

“But I don’t need t-”

“Nope! I ain’t hearing it. Your sister explained what was happening and even Luz called me to make sure you were okay.” Eda started. Em suddenly opened the bag, and inside were her two favorite stuffies, her bottle, her paci, and 3 disposable nappies. 

“Come on, kid. You haven’t regressed in a month. You need some little time,” Eda placed her real hand on Amity’s shoulder.

“B-but what if Luz regresses?! I need to be there for her,” Amity urged

“Luz will be with her mom today, she’ll be fine.” Em reassured her. 

Even though Amity felt horrible for “making” Eda care for her, she really needed some little time. She was so tired and stressed out. She hesitated before reluctantly agreeing to regress.

“Alright, well, your big sissy needs to go now, she has a date to get ready for. Go say goodbye, kiddo,” 

Amity stepped away for a moment to go give Emira a hug. 

“I’ll pick you up before dinner, okay?” She told her baby sis. The little one nodded and watched her big sibby fly away on her palisman.

Once she and Eda were alone, Eda placed her paci in and started to help her get changed. It was clear that Amity had gone full baby mood. After all the stress and exhaustion, it made sense. She was babbling softly and drooling a little.

“Alright, baby, first things first, you’re gonna take a nap,” Eda told her, setting out the naptime mat. However, Amity whined when she was laid down. 

“You don’t wanna go nini?” she asked. But Amity shook her head. She was really eepy and wanted to sleep.

“Then what’s wrong?” 

It was hard for her to speak so instead of verbalizing her wants, she showed her with her stuffy that she wanted cuddles.

“Ohh, the baby wants cuddles?” Amity nodded. Eda picked her back up and got blankets and pillows set up on the couch. She laid down with the anxiety-ridden girl in her lap. 

As they cuddled, Amity’s eyes slowly started to droop and she drifted off to sleep. Not wanting to bother the girl, Eda sat there the whole time, rubbing the girls back and playing with her hair. She didn’t care that her legs were asleep. The girl needed sleep and by golly, she was gonna help her sleep.

After 2 hours, Amity started to wake up from her nap. Eda didn’t notice as she, herself, wasn’t conscious anymore. So she tried to crawl off to not disturb her sleeping babysitter. However, as she was trying to crawl off, she took a tumblr to the floor. It didn’t hurt, but it really scared her. Being off balance was horrifying to such a small baby. She felt the urge to cry, so she did. She bawled, sitting on the floor of the living room. 

Eda immediately woke up and saw the baby on the floor, crying. Her immediate reaction was to curse before picking her up, but she knew better than to curse in front of literal infants. Instead, she picked her up and started rocking and cradling her.

“Shh, it’s okay, mittens. Did you fall off?” She asked the baby. Amity nodded and snuggled up close, calming down quickly. Eda smiled and continued to hold her.

For the rest of the day, Eda watched over Amity. She was very patient and gentle with her. No loud noises, no over-stimulating activities. Everything was made to help her relax. She had a little trouble with drinking her milk and required some help but it was okay. Eda was more than happy to help out. Besides, she was Mama Eda, the Owl Lady, the most powerful and protective Caregiver on the boiling isles.

[wikiangela]

seven-ish sentence sunday

tagged by @theotherluciferr @giddyupbuck 💖💖

haven't written a lot this past week, but I'm starting afternoon shifts today which means I'll have my nights back to write and hopefully a lot will get done haha

here's a bit of the car smut, where Buck's being a tease and they're both being silly and horny lol there are things here I wanna change and edit but I've been kinda stuck before I wrote this so this has to do for now haha

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“Patience, baby. We’ll be home soon. And we have the whole house to ourselves.” he reminds, since their kid is at summer camp, and he’s still gone for a few more days – Eddie misses him like crazy, but this aspect of it, not having to be quiet, making sure he’s asleep? Yeah, he likes that, actually.

“I don’t know if I can wait.” Eddie teases, sure that he can, but maybe he just doesn’t want to. He’s impatient tonight.

“I think you’ll have to.” Buck’s grinning, looking at the road, but his hand does start slowly moving back up Eddie’s thigh. He’s really enjoying driving Eddie crazy, and Eddie’s loving it too much, as well. 

“Buck.” Eddie groans, as Buck’s hand is now steadily moving up and down, shifting to the inner thigh, and Eddie takes his own hand away, making the movements easier for him.

“What? You started it.” the smirk is back on his face, and then he finally moves his hand higher, shifting his hand at an angle that can’t be comfortable, and cupping Eddie’s dick. A chuckle bubbles out of him. “Oh, wow, hard already, huh?” when he looks at Eddie again, his eyes are dark and hungry, and Eddie knows they mirror his own. “Just for me.” there’s a mischievous glint in his eye, making Eddie all the more impatient.

“I thought we were waiting to get home.” Eddie stammers out, Buck’s hand stroking him through his jeans, slowly and haphazardly, what with the weird angle and focusing on the road.

“We are.” Buck says smugly. Oh, truly such a tease. But two can play at that game. 

He places his left hand on Buck’s thigh now, and Buck’s smirk just grows.

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[pluralfuture]

Sequel to my last story. Still based on @thisbelongsto-nohbodys 's AU. I do not own Azura. Or The Owl House. Shorter this time, mostly some lore and excuse for Veesha. Also: Titi = NB term for aunt/uncle, mix of the spanish Tia (aunt) and Tio (uncle).

CW: Implied s*xy times at the end, blatant shipping of someone's OC's because I have no shame

Short: Research and Revelations

The bell above the door chimed as Azura Noceda walked into the curio shop owned by her Tia Vee and Titi Masha. From behind the desk, Masha smiled and gave Azura a small wave.

“Hey kiddo. How have things been recently?” Masha asked as Azura approached the desk. Azura gave a small shrug.

“Not bad. Been focusing on my bard studies recently.” The witchling responded.

“And here I thought you'd be chatting with your new girlfriend non-stop, like your moms before you.” Masha's comment caused Azura to blush and stammer a bit, which got a chuckle out of them.

“You shouldn't tease her, babe.” Came the voice of Vee as she slithered out from the back room of the shop before shifting into her human disguise. “Or maybe I should recount how much of a disaster you were when we actually started dating? Especially when you learned the truth.” Vee smirked playfully as Masha blushed and chuckled.

“I mean, can you blame me? My adorkable girlfriend turned out to be an adorkable shape shifting snake woman. How could I not have been even more madly in love than I already was?” Masha gently pecked Vee on the cheek. Vee gave a bashful chuckle and turned to Azura.

“So, what brings you here today?” Vee asked her niece. Azura produced a few drawings from her pockets and placed them on the counter. Masha and Vee leaned forward, looking at them.

“These are carvings from the “tomb” Lily and I explored the other day. And that one at the end is my best recollection of what the armour that attacked us looked like.” Azura said, pointing to the drawings as she explained them. “I tried researching this on my own, but even the back areas of the library had nothing about this. Whatever this is, it's way, way older than any sort of written documentation. I figured, since you two study not only the history but the folklore of the Isles, you might know more?”

Masha picked up a few of the drawings, examining them more closely. They and Vee had heard about the whole incident from Luz. Well, first they heard about Azura and Lily dating (which was long overdue in Masha's opinion, but they didn't get involved in shipping as much as Luz, so they never really said anything), and that lead into the story of how the two got together, which obviously included the armour itself. While Masha had been researching folklore for a while, they hadn't really heard about any living armour. But now, seeing these drawings, a theory popped into their head.

“The Gilded Butcher.” They said, standing up. “You found the tomb of the Gilded Butcher!”

“The… Gilded Butcher?” Azura asked.

“Mash’, are you sure? You thought we had found it before.” Vee said.

“I'm sure.” Masha said with a firm nod. They turned to Azura and put on their best performative voice. “It's said that long ago, when the body of the Titan had barely begun decaying and society was just forming, a mad witch made contact with an ancient being. This creature, a miniature star that fed on blood, made a pact with the witch. If he made the being a body, then it would serve as his enforcer and executioner, helping him to build a mighty kingdom. The witch worked tirelessly for 3 months straight, and by the time he finished the body, it was said that he was more skeletal than the Titan itself. The being entered its new body, but it had deceived the witch. He became the first victim of the Gilded Butcher. After rampaging across the isles for years, eventually, the witches made contact with the demons living on the remote areas of the Titan and forged a pact. Working together, they tore the Butcher apart and sealed it away so no one could find it. It's said that should the seal on the door be broken, the Gilded Butcher will take its revenge on all inhabitants of the Boiling Isles, not resting until every witch and demon is dead!” Masha ended their story with a dramatic flare. Azura stared wide-eyed.

“Wait, but… Lily and I did break the seal. But it couldn't get out. Or at least, it didn't look like it could…” Azura said, fear creeping into her voice. Her Tia Vee put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, one thing we've learned is that while there is a portion of truth to folklore, especially on the Isles, it's not 100% factual. If this thing is as old as we think, then this is basically the oldest game of Telephone in Isles history.” Vee gave Azura a comforting smile. Masha nodded in agreement.

“While a great story, my guess is it's probably some kind of invisible magic parasite, and is just puppeting the armour for safety, or something like that.”

“Still, I should go let someone know. Maybe Mama Amity. She can probably get some sort of defense put up around the tomb just in case. And Lily might want to know too.” Azura collected her drawings. “Thanks Tia Vee, thanks, Titi Masha.” Azura gave her aunt and titi a quick hug each and rushed out the door.

Masha chuckled. “She sure is like her moms.” They said with a smile. They shivered a bit as they felt Vee's hand run down their spine. “V-Vee?” They asked, looking over and seeing a familiar look in their lover's eyes.

“We're closing early. I forgot how… hot you are when you tell stories like that.” Vee said breathily, her tail shifting in slightly to wrap around Masha's waist and pick them up.

“And I forgot how hot you are when you get like this.” Masha said with a blush as Vee carried them off into the back.

~Fin~