#I still haven't given her a proper study but I do like how in the audio commentary they talk about how she has a feminine edge hehe

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Anyway, back to testing (Patreon)

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Do you think you can do one where reader is really shy (not innocent) but starting to exploring herself to the point she asks Ominis if he could teach her how to self-touch as she feels weird not having a proper structure to learn... to the point Omnis begin and keeps on teasing reader while seducing her to touch him and their supposed 'one-side lesson' soon turn into loss of virginity where Ominis let his dark side takes control of him while making love to MC both gentle and dominant at the same time?

Touch me

Ominis x MC

🔞 NSFW! Minors DNI

Ominis Gaunt x Reader, extreme smut, MDNI, NSFW

AN: Yall this was based off a request I got wayyy too into it. This poor anonymous persn sent this request ages ago and I hope if they are still active that they get to read it. I have beeen superr busy so havnt been active for a while but hopefully yall enjoy much love!

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It all started after 7th year of howarts. You were finally in the last stretch of your academic career with big dreams, high hopes and a fresh start in the world of magic after living your whole life with the muggles. After successfully defeating Rankrok and his followers, you found yourself with free time you'd never had before—not that you were complaining.

Yet it was Ominis Gaunt who took up most of your newly available hours. He wasn't like anyone else you'd met before. A true gentleman, he defied your expectations for how young men typically behaved. He'd been your rock, guiding you through the maze of challenges that filled your fifth year at Hogwarts.

Being with Ominis felt honest and effortless. He could be a worrybody sometimes, but you would be lying if you said you hadn't come to rely on it, it was endearing if anything. And now that the whirlwind of secret missions and dangerous adventures had subsided, you started noticing little things about him you'd overlooked before.

And today was no exception. As you watched Ominis alight from his carriage just beyond the castle grounds, your breath caught. "Ominis!"

His head whipped around at the sound of his name, a warm smile lighting up his face. Abandoning your bags, you sprinted towards him, your heart pounding in time with your footsteps. As if expecting the enthusiasm in your dash, Ominis opened his arms wide. You hurled yourself into them, confirming, once again, how right everything felt when he was around.

With an "Oof!" the tall Slytherin absorbed the force of your hug, your arms locking around his neck.

"MC," he breathed your name, hugging you back tightly. An involuntary sigh of contentment escaped his lips as he felt the comforting contours of your body meld against his.

"God, I've missed you. This summer felt like an eternity."

"It did," he agreed softly.

You pulled back before gently cradling his face, examining his features, oblivious to his hands lingering on your waist. As you studied his cloudy eyes, pronounced jawline, and distinct beauty marks, surprise flickered through your eyes.

He had changed, grown. The boyish softness from last year had given way to a more defined, mature appearance, leaving you momentarily taken aback by the transformation.

"Wow.." You softly chuckled."You look different. In a good way, of course. "

His gaze lowered, emitting the comforting warmth you craved every time you looked into those intriguing eyes before a small smirk made its way to his face.

"I suppose you haven't changed one bit, still standing on the tips of your toes"? He quipped, a teasing note coloring his words.

Your smile dropped, and you had to look down momentarily, embarrassed that you were indeed doing exactly that.

You quickly set your heels to the ground, causing his fingers to brush against your curves tightening ever so slightly.

"Excuse me?! For the record, I'm still growing. My healer insists that a growth spurt is right around the corner—'

"And perhaps you'll gain a hard-earned inch. I wouldnt worry darling, thats what the accio charm is for"

Your hands flew to his collars as you tugged him towards your face.

"Accio isn't the only charm I've got up my sleeve, Gaunt"

Ominis looked caught off gaurd for moment, feeling the warmth of your face and breath.

"In fact, I've been meaning to show you all the other spells I've learned. Only if you care to finally join me at Crossed Wands"

Raising an eyebrow, the slytherin huffed a laugh, "I've got better things to do than go to a children's club?"

"Afraid of a little public humiliation?"

You watched as his hands rose to meet yours, clasped firmly around his collar. With a swift motion, he unlatched your grip.

"I'm sparing you the public embarrassment of defeat dear". Your face flushed a deep red when he gently turned your hands over, his lips planting a searing kiss on the palm.

"No need to remind you of our last game, do I"? his low voice vibrated in the little bubble you two were stuck in, unaware of the looks other people were giving you two. You caught your breath, the softness of his lips lingering on your skin

His words triggered memories of your past dueling defeat. A defeat you'd hoped he'd let slide, especially after you'd arrogantly challenged him again. So much for thinking the 'blind kid' wasn't a threat. In truth, he could've been an excellent Auror if he'd wanted to.

""I—it was just one time, Ominis," you stammered, your words mirroring the erratic beat of your heart. As the amusement on his face faded, he smiled his hand sliding past yours, "I'm just teasing"

The air between you thickened as he gently pulled you closer, his hands thumbs circling the curve of your waist. Your cheeks blushed fiercely under his gaze. "I've missed you, MC," he whispered, his voice deep and laden with an intimate huskiness.

Caught off guard, you stayed slient. "The summer was a nightmare at my parents' house," he continued, "but thoughts of you were my escape, my quiet refuge."

You gulped not recognizing this kind of intensity in his eyes, almost as if they could suck you in and trap you in them for eternity.

"...Ominis-"

"Are you two about to kiss"? Both of you jumped at the intruding voice of your firend.

Ominis sighed, now turning to the voice of his firend.

Sebastian flinched playfully. "Oops, should I come back later?" His teasing had you huffing a laugh, a welcomed break from the tension. You licked your lips nervously, watching the two with a small, nervous smile, secretly grateful that Ominis couldn't see the flush on your face.

But the moment's intensity was far from forgotten. That night, as you lay in bed, the scenes with Ominis replayed in your mind, each one leaving you more restless than the last. Your thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, each memory with your best friend intensifying your inner turmoil.

Ominis had filled out, a lot more than you expected. His physique had blossomed, revealing a strikingly defined muscle tone that commanded attention. It was impossible to overlook the way his biceps seemed to strain against the fabric of his pristine white shirt. Though not bulky, the undeniable truth was that he no longer resembled a slender, lithe boy – his presence now exuded a captivating aura of strength and maturity.

You caught your breath, an instinctive reaction as your thighs rubbed together subtly. The lingering sensation of his arms wrapped around you remained, an imprint of solid muscle and strength. And those fingers—Merlin, those fingers. Their ethereal paleness was etched with a web of green veins, elevating their beauty. Always impeccably manicured, they were long enough to make even the largest textbooks look small when held in his grasp

An irresistible curiosity welled within you, envisioning the sight of those digits gliding across your bare skin. Imagining their journey from your chest, down to your stomach, and delicately tracing the contours of your hip. As desire consumed you, your chest heaved with anticipation. You moistened your parched lips, feeling a bead of sweat forming on your flushed skin. And then, finally, his fingers would trace over the delicate mound of flesh and delve right to your-

"Ahh-"!

Instantly, your hands flew to cover your mouth in shock at the noise that just flew out of your lips.

Suddenly, you found yourself in the midst of soemthing very intimate with your hands stuffed down your panties hovering over your aching core.

With quiet pants, you stayed still listening for any shifts from the other girls across the room. Fortunately, only silence ensued as you tried to swallow down your humiliation before slowly resuming, feeling the folds in between your fingers.

With a nervous heart, you began to rub your folds in a clockwise motion. A small flicker of something awakened in the pit of your stomach, causing you to gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. Your heart raced as you continued your ministrations.

However, as quickly as the feeling came, it soon subsided, leaving you perplexed as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Without hesitation, you switched to a faster state.

Nothing.

Soon, you began swiping, dragging, and pinching before you finally gave up in frustration.

Nothing. You felt nothing.

Were you doing something wrong? You weren't entirely naive. You had heard other girls talking about touching themselves down there, and they all claimed it was a euphoric sensation like no other.

Maybe this was a mistake..

What were you thinking? Touching yourself to the thought of your best friend.

Your arm swung over to cover your eyes in embarrassment, followed by disappointment. Perhaps it was best to just go to sleep now...

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A week passed, and you held onto the hope that the strange feelings you had for him would fade. But fate had other plans.

Professor Hecat's class was always rowdy. Flying spells were common, and both you and Ominis were accustomed to them. But today, Leander Prewitt and his cronies chose to act up.

Seated beside Ominis, your jaws clenched as Prewitt initiated a verbal confrontation, belittling Ominis and doubting his dueling abilities. Sebastian retaliated swiftly, but an inexplicable surge of rage coursed through your veins in response to Prewitt's petty taunts at Ominis, and you promptly decided Leander was going to learn today.

Just as you began to rise from your chair, Ominis seemed to read your intentions. With a sudden, commanding grip, he seized your thigh, pulling you back into your seat with a force you couldn't ignore.

Your eyes widened, muscles tensing under the sensation of his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh. Your gaze met his for a fleeting moment before drifting down to where his grip tightened, locking you in place.

"I've got this, MC. Save your energy," he murmured, his voice low but clear. His words weren’t a boast, but a quiet assurance.

Rising gracefully, Ominis shed his robe with a fluid motion, placing it neatly aside. He then proceeded to loosen his tie, the emerald fabric slipping through his fingers with practiced ease. Rolling up his sleeves,

You watched mesmerized at the sight that unfolded before you, captivated by the visual of his forearms, adorned with prominent veins that seemed to pulsate with intensity, emanating an aura of restrained power.

Clenching your thighs, you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look away.

"Care to duel, Prewitt?" Ominis asked, a hint of malice lacing his voice. "You seem to have plenty of time to spew nonsense."

Ominis would never waste the time of his day on someone like leander. But here he was, standing before you with a look in eyes that had your stomach doing flips.

Prewitt snorted, exuding arrogance. "Don't go crying to Black when I best you, Gaunt."

The entire class excitey swarmed past you more than intrigued to see this fight. And eventually, even you couldn't help it.

The duel was a spectacle. Ominis dominated the arena. You knew he was powerful, but seeing him dismantle Prewitt—a seventh-year known for his formidable dueling skills—left you a little breathless. The calculated dodges, the crackling spells—each move he made sent a thrilling pulse through you, stirring something you hadn't felt before

You'd never openly admit it, but ever since that duel, only thoughts of Ominis managed to ignite even the faintest sparks of pleasure within you. Everything else left you feeling disconcertingly numb, as if disconnected from your own sensations.

You'd imagined his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, the timbre of his voice urging you toward the edge, the warmth of his lips promising release. And yet, frustratingly, that elusive climax remained just out of reach.

The experience was as maddening as it was mortifying—each moment teetering on the cusp, only for the feeling to dissipate into nothingness.

Days later, you saw him leave class, chatting amicably with Sebastian, a playful smile gracing his gorgeous lips. As you leaned against the hallway wall, you found yourself at an emotional crossroads, wrestling with whether or not to take the next step.

The young Gaunt walking beside Sebastian slowed in his steps, letting Sebastian walk ahead with Garreth when he suddenly sensed your unmistakable magical presence.

His head turned your way as you stood up straighter, caught off gaurd.

Before you were able to think, Ominis called out your name.

"MC"?

You sucked in a breath before forcibly smiling, not that he could see.

"Hey....can we talk for a second..."?

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You sat nervously in your room of requirement after sending Deek off for the night. You were expecting Ominis to walk down those stairs into the room any moment now.

Today, when he beckoned you over, you couldn't resist inviting him to meet you tonight—despite your internal protests. Restlessness had overtaken you, and if there was anyone who wouldn't judge your upcoming request, it was Ominis. As you pondered your own audacity in calling him here, a tight knot formed in your heart at the mere thought, causing a flood of second thoughts to assail your mind.

But just as they threatened to spiral out of control, a surge of panic gripped your gaze, capturing sight of Ominis descending the staircase.

Shit. Your shaky hands now fell to your sides as you stood from the couch to acknowledge his presence as normally as you could.

"Good evening Ominis".

The moment your voice reached his ears, a soft smile played on Ominis's lips. "Evening, darling,"

You tried to ignore the way his smooth tone cut through the quiet air of the room.

As Ominis strolled towards the couch, your gaze inevitably followed him. His shirt, a few buttons undone, subtly revealed his well-defined chest, adorned with a smattering of black beauty marks.

Strands of hair that were usually slicked back had fallen forward, adding a touch of casual charisma to his look. With one hand nonchalantly tucked in his pocket and the other holding his wand, he moved with a confidence that was both understated and captivating.

'Had he always been this striking?' you wondered.

He gracefully took a seat on the couch next to where you stood. Heart pounding, you took a seat beside him and offered the tea you'd meticulously prepared earlier.

The room was thick with silence for a few beats before Ominis finally spoke, cutting through the tension.

"So," he started, a hint of playfulness in his tone, "caught a cold, have you?"

"What?"

"You sound as if you're speaking from the other end of the room," he observed with a slight, teasing tilt of his head.

In that moment, you became acutely aware of your own timidity, practically recoiling from him, from where he sat. Your tongue flicked nervously over dry lips, a gesture you had repeated countless times throughout the day.

"Oh..."Before a single word escaped your lips, his keen intuition sensed that something was amiss.

"MC, is there something wrong?"

You shook your head, perhaps too vigorously, "No, not at all! I didn't call you here for anything bad," you assured him, lowering your voice on the last part.

You notice his eyebrow tense with a slight scrunch "Well with that tone you're not exactly putting my concerns to rest," he noted, patting the cushion next to him. "Come here; I'm not going to yell across the room to talk to you."

A moment went by before a soft chuckle escaped you as you inched closer to Ominis. "The couch isn't exactly spacious," you remarked, but the playful tone in your voice dwindled to a hush when his fingers delicately found yours. With a gentle tug, he erased the scant distance left between you.

Your breath caught in your throat, the heat of his body radiating against yours in a comforting yet unsettling way.

"Alright, whats on your mind"?

You bit your lip, a nervous habit that not even the daunting OWL exams had provoked. 'I'm... it's hard to find the right words.' You hesitated, feeling the weight of your own vulnerability. 'This is...embarrassing, something I've never had to voice before. Yet, with you, it feels different. It feels safe" The sincerity in your voice was as clear as the mixed emotions that danced in your eyes

Ominis listened intently, his features softening.

"The thing is I have been struggling with something that I didn't quite expect to struggle with, actually even you would be surprised if you knew"

"Perhaphs, as long as I get it hear it" The small smile his face did no such thing to help the nervous one diminish on yours.

“In fact, it’s almost laughable when I think about it. No other girl seems to be troubled by it. In fact, I might be the sole person in this entire school befuddled by something so trivial. It’s ironic, considering all of the feats I’ve accomplished with far less trouble—”

“MC.”

You halted abruptly, feeling his hands gently squeezing yours.

“What is it” Ominis pointed out softly.

Swallowing hard, you murmured almost inaudibly, "Could you... help me find... pleasure?"

Silence lingered for a moment, each second intensifying your unease.

It was as if time itself paused when you noticed the subtle change in his demeanor. His breath hitched, momentarily caught in his throat, as his eyes widened ever so slightly. The usual confidence in his gaze gave way to a flicker of surprise, or perhaps realization. "Oh..." he uttered softly, the word barely more than a whisper, yet it resonated with unspoken understanding.

Upon hearing Ominis's reply, your heart sank. In a rush of emotion, you stood up abruptly, mumbling apologies as you prepared to retreat. Your eyes, unable to meet his intense gaze, shifted downwards, while internal doubts echoed that perhaps this was all a mistake.

Just as you were about to suggest ending the evening, a gasp slipped from your lips. Ominis, his grip still firm on your hand, drew you back with a swift pull, causing you to tumble unexpectedly into his lap. Your heart pounded wildly as you looked up at him, your eyes wide with surprise. "Don’t go," he whispered softly, his voice soothing yet firm, his hands securing you at your waist as if fearing you might flee.

"I don’t want to make you uncomfortable," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head gently, his hand cupping your face. "Trust me, you aren’t," he reassured, his thumb softly tracing your cheek. His fingers tenderly explored your face, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It’s been so long since you let me touch you," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and relief.

Your stomach fluttered, acknowledging the truth in his words. You had been avoiding him, distancing yourself in a futile attempt to evade the complexity of your feelings.

"Is this why you’ve been so distant these past few weeks?" he inquired, his tone laced with curiosity.

"You noticed?" you replied, a hint of surprise in your voice.

Ominis would have been a fool not to. Despite his attempts to feign indifference, the absence of your presence, the lack of even a fleeting conversation each day, weighed heavily on him. The way you would hastily exit a room upon his arrival haunted his nights.

He had always harbored a silent obsession with you, yet he considered himself too cowardly to confess it. After all, you were perfection personified in his eyes—the savior of Hogwarts, his savior. He had thought your kindness in befriending him, a blind student, was the pinnacle of your generosity.

But now, he realized he might have underestimated the depths of your caring nature.

"I have" He answered.

"Oh, was I that obvious"? You tried to hide your embarrassment but it was all out in the open now.

Leaning closer, he whispered teasingly, "Quite so. Can I assume that I am to blame for this delightful situation?"

Your nervous laughter filled the room. "Delightful isn’t the word I’d use for the sleepless nights you’ve given me," you confessed, immediately wondering if you had revealed too much.

His smirk grew slowly, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Sleepless nights, you say? How troubling. I wasn’t aware I had such an effect.'"

But of course, he knew. His courtship had been subtle yet deliberate: anonymous bouquets, offers to help with your studies, each a breadcrumb leading you unknowingly back to him. He noticed the other suitors too, drawn like moths to your flame, each trying to surpass the others with their affectionate gestures

Realizing this, Ominis's tactics shifted. He was no longer just a smitten boy; he became a calculated seducer. His methods were more than just charms and touch; they were whispered promises, the intentional caress of his fingers against your cheek, and his hand's firm yet reassuring grip at precisely the right moments.

He had never seen himself as that kind of man until he felt you envelop yourself in every sense he ever had.

It was torturous to be able to smell you, hear you, or even touch but just never enough to satiate his growing obsession with you. At one point he even considered secretly wedding you under his name just so he could have you without question.

You had sensed a hesitance from him, perhaps because of the gentleman he was. So gathering the remaining bits of your courage you slowly shifted, draping your legs across his lap, pressing your back against his solid chest. A flush of heat rose to your cheeks, and your heart thundered in your chest as you leaned into his embrace.

Ominis's breath hitched as he felt your weight settle against him, the faint scent of you enveloping him. For a moment, he was motionless, as if caught in a dream. Then, instinctively, his hands found their way to your hips, anchoring you.

Your voice, barely above a whisper, broke the charged silence. "What are you waiting for, then?"

"Touch me"

His world seemed to shift at your request, opening a door to a path he never imagined traversing. Heart hammering against his chest, Ominis drew you closer, his breath a soft murmur in your ear. "With the utmost pleasure".

As you nervously bit your lip, Ominis's fingers had already begun to glide toward the hem of your dress, delicately folding it back to reveal your lower half.

His fingers danced cautiously across your abdomen, "Use my hands, he whispered softly, "show me how you touch yourself."

The words were complete filth, but how he made it sound so angelic was beyond your comprehension.

Aligning your shaky fingers on top of his, you guided his pretty hands that you daydreamed about so much right down to your core already aching in anticipation.

Ominis suppressed a noise and nearly cursed out loud at the feeling of the warmth of your clothed cunt that bled through to his fingers.

The soft fleshy feeling had his cock twitching in his trousers already beginning to harden.

He began to rub you hearing the shaky breaths leave your mouth. A smirk slowly etched on his face as he realized how sexually innocent you were. He barely started and you already were writhing at his touches

"Lift your hips for me"

Your eyes that closed shut snapped open at the gentle command.

As you turned slightly to look at him, he mirrored your movement, his lips brushing against your cheek intimately. "Trust me..." he murmured. Your eyes fluttered at the fuzzy feelings that engulfed you.

Using your hands, you pushed against his thigh lifting your hips. Ominis smiled faintly pleased at how well you listened before feeling for your soft lacy undergarments and hooking his fingers under the hem. It all bit took him a few seconds as he delicately peeled the thin material down your legs.

Discreetly, he slipped the tiny undergarment into his pocket and then lightly tapped your hips, a silent cue for you to sit back down.

You hadn't bothered with a bra, assuming it was unnecessary since Ominis couldn't see. Yet, sitting bare in your thin, flimsy nightgown, you felt starkly exposed.

His other hand slid around your waist, adjusting as he leaned back against the couch, seeking a more comfortable position. In response, you unconsciously shifted, spreading your legs wider. The movement caused your nightgown to gather up, its fabric bunching around your hip.

Red crept up your cheeks and you prayed Deek didn't leave anything behind after he left because you were completely exposed at this point.

"You feel so warm." Ominis slid his fingers through your folds, exploring every crevice of you shamelessly as you gasped and flinched.

"It..ng- it feels a little strange. I've never felt like this before".

The young Slytherin caressed your bare thighs, addicted to the smoothness of it "Perhpahs we can fix that"

Ominis glided his digits up your folds feeling a delicate arch, before uncovering your clit. With a smirk he applied firm pressure on the nub causing you to gasp, tensing in his lap.

"W-what was ..that" You whispered breathlessly.

"There we go… feels good doesn't it"?

You could barely respond to his question as he began circling the nub rhythmically.

Ominis smileding feeling your body wrack from the hard breaths you were giving. He didn't expect you to be this inexperienced.

"Darling..give me your hand"

You obeyed with a whimpers before feeling his damp fingers take in yours. Taking them to your clit, he encorugae you as you curiusly circled it, flicnhing at the waves of electricty shotting through at very momvemnt. Ominis chuckled quietly, turned on by the reactions you were feeding him.

"This..is so strange" You spoke. New was the word, but to explore such a vulneraable moment with someone like him, it felt..embarressing. Almost as if you should know this by now.

Ominis took a breath, before taking over. "No. Not strange. It's natural".

You bit your lips. fighting not to close your legs at the way he was touching you "Is it natural to get this..wet"?

"Well if I do this correctly" he began "Pretty soon you'll be soaking" His sultry voice shot straight to your pussy causing to you clench.

"I feel..hot ughn-"! Another wave of pleasure washes over you as he works his magic, teasing and swiping you repeatedly.

This is… too much," you whimpered, overwhelmed by the intensity.

Ominis grunted feeling you bounce slightly over his strained cock. Without a second thought his other hand grabbed the straps of your slik nightgown, sliding it off your shoulders and doing the same with the other. You were clouded in a haze far too high to notice as he continued assaulting your clit. The room soon began to be filled with the sounds of squelches.

The gown slid off, exposing you entirely. Ominins traced his fingers down your collarbone relishing the warm smooth skin before feeling your the flesh of you plump breasts.

With a quiet groan he cupped you, his thump circling your nub and swiping over them, causing them to perk up.

You whined arching your back pushing all your weight on his cock.

"Fuck MC, you're driving me crazy".

As his ring finger delicately circled your entrance, a sharp intake of breath escaped you.

"O-Ominis! Please, ugh—!" your plea broke through the thick air.

"Come on, love, you can take it," he coaxed, his voice a mix of encouragement and desire.

"No! I can't!" Your voice escalated, edging towards a cry as a wave of intense sensations began to coil deep in your belly.

To Ominis, you were a vision of breathtaking beauty in this state of abandonment. The sounds you made were so intensely arousing that it took all his self-control to focus on your pleasure first, rather than his own.

Your hips involuntarily began to buck against him, seeking friction against the growing bulge in his pants. The young Slytherin grunted, using his free arm to steady you while his fingers worked relentlessly, intensifying the pleasure.

As his fingers rhythmically flicked your clit, his command broke through your haze. "Face me."

The simple instruction barely penetrated your overwhelmed senses, but you managed to obey, turning to face him.

"Lean forward… and kiss me," he whispered, his voice laced with a mix of longing and hesitation.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ominis was seized by a sudden fear that he had asked for too much.

But before he could retract his words, you silenced his doubts. Your lips crashed onto his with an urgency that left no room for second-guessing. Your hand found its way to his hair, gripping and pulling with a desperation that matched the intensity of your kiss.

The two of you shared each others breaths, as he groaned into the kiss, pressing himself closer to you. Not even a moment passed by before he suck his tingue to swipe over your bottom lips before intruding your mouth. Both of you groaned at the taste of each other, rocking and bucking your hips.

Had it not been for the single thread of sanity his mind was desperately clinging on to, he would have completely forgotten that you were a virgin and plunge his cock into you as deep as he could go.

However, nothing fed his ego quite like this. Nothing in his years of living could compare besides you spreading on his lap and letting him defile you like this. And he would be damned if he would let another man try now.

Quickly you grabbed his other arm and shoved it to your perked nipples beggin for some atention.

Breaking the kiss in desperation, you gasped, "T-touch me here…"

His touch in response became rougher, rolling your nipples between his fingers, as you gushed onto his digits.

"You're making a mess, sweetheart," he murmured against you, his hips subtly rolling to meet yours.

You could feel the smug smirk of his lips against yours. Licking your swollen lips, you tasted him again, your senses torn between the overwhelming touches and his intoxicating flavor. "Its all your fault" you managed to say between ragged breaths

"My trousers are soaked, and yet it's my fault?" he teased knowing damn well you were right. In response to your attitude, his fingers tightened around your plump flesh, nearly drooling at the thought of taking them into his mouth.

Frustration mingled with your desire as you retorted, "Yeah? Well, why don't you do something about it, then?"

Ominis briefly stopped his minitrations taking in your words.

You panted eyes darting back and forth between his.

"I will."

In an impulsive motion, Ominis drew back and slid his hands beneath each of your legs. With an effortless strength, he lifted you, responding to the unspoken urgency between you. Simultaneously, the Room of Requirement seemed to attune itself to the escalating intensity, morphing subtly to accommodate the unfolding desires

Looking ahead, the room suddenly turned pitch black.The once-lit fireplace, which had filled the room with a comforting orange glow, was now extinguished, plunging everything into the deep dark, you saw a stunning vision materialize

Floating candles flickered to life, encircling a bed draped in rich black satin sheets. Their light cast an ethereal glow, creating an island of illumination in the otherwise dark room, with the bed as its sole focus.

It was..ominous. Yet seductive.

A surge of realization quickened your heartbeat. This daunting setting wasn't conjured from your fantasies. It was a manifestation of someone else's.

Just as you had realized it was Ominis, he released you into the bed conveniently placed in front of you as you fell back with a bounce.

"Omi-" You gasped as he grabbed your thighs and pushed them apart, exposing your gushing pussy, dripping from your juices onto the satin sheets.

Your eyes widened, you never saw him like this before. Jaw clenched, eyes dark, and towering over you like a menace.

Feral.

It was a far cry to the shy and reserved guy you were us to seeing.

Ominis inhaled your scent, with his throbbing cock already leaking precum into his trousers. Qucikly removing his shirt he dove in, feeling abdomen and pressing searing kisses down until he felt your wetness press agaisnt his nose. Without hesitation he slicked a solid stripe up your puffy folds before taking in your clit into his wet hot mouth.

"Ahhg- fuck!" you cried out, the world spinning as Ominis continued his fervent ministrations. He sucked on your swollen numb catching your dripping jucies on his chin

Your eyes rolled back as you arched your back crying loud enough for the whole Castle to hear. Your hands shot to his head gripping his soft hair unconciously rolling your hips into his face.

"Nghh-feels so go-good"!

Words failed you, your mind whittled down to incoherent babbles under his relentless ministrations.

He groaned against your cunt, swirling his tongue around the nub, repeating the motions over and over as you convulsed.

One of his hands slowly unwrapped itself from your thighs before rimming your entrance. Just as another load of juices spilled, Ominis seized the opportunity to slowly insert a finger causing you to flinch at the intrusion and clench around his long digit.

"That's it Darling..just relax" He whispered.

Your eyes began to flutter as Ominis pumped his finger back and forth/

"Can you take another, Darling?" His husky voice cut through the haze, demanding your attention. You whimpered shaking your head, overwhelmed by the sensation of his finger. "I dont think so"

"Yes, you can, sweet thing. Just relax," he coaxed, his whispers punctuated by a kiss on your clit before he climbed up to hover over you, caging you in.

"Merlin, Ominis," you gasped, breathless, "This isn't what I… asked for, uggnh—" Your words struggled to form as you felt his finger curl inside you, deftly stroking your sensitive walls.

"Pretty soon, you'll be nothing but a babbling mess, and I'll barely understand a word," he teased, his voice a blend of amusement and desire.

Frowning at his smug demeanor, you reached up to his neck, pulling him closer to your face. "Careful, Gaunt, I can still—ugh," you tried to warn, your words faltering, "I-I can still hex you."

Licking his lips, Ominis's eyes darkened, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "Is that supposed to be a threat?"

"Yes. And one you'd do well to—agh!" Your protest was cut short as he slid another finger inside you, stretching you further.

His smile was a triumph as he leaned down "I'd take every hex you could ever throw at me if it means I can touch you like you this again".

You swore your stomach did a flip as redness took over your face.

A reply just sat on the tip of your tongue but before you had a chance to reply, his hands slid to the back of your neck pulling your hair at its root to expose your neck before sucking and kissing the sensitive skin.

You grunted at the feeling of his canines pressed to your throat while he plunged his long fingers mercilessly. "Fuck" You murmured. It felt so good.

You were so slick he was easily able to finger your squelching core, clenching around his digits every chance it got.

Ominis didn't want to go too hard on you yet, but unable to control his speed much longer. His fingers began to fully thrust into you, curling and hitting a squishy spot.

Suddenly he hissed as felt you rake your nails down his back while you cried out in pleasure. Grabbing the back of your neck, he muffled your cries, shoving his tongue down your throat while fingering you harder.

He wanted to be gentle, but clearly, you were going to make it impossible.

You moaned feeling a tear slide down your cheek at the overwhelming feeling. Truthfully, it stung a little, but a tight coil building up in your stomach overrode every sting you felt.

Breaking the kiss, his forehead rested against yours panting from the kiss "I can feel it. Your close".

"I..I feel something in my stomach. I don't think I can take it-anymore" You whispered, barely able to catch your breathe.

"Go ahead darling" The young Slytherin peck on the lips again smiling against them "Come for me"

You whimpered fisting the sheets beside your bed, arching onto his fingers. Suddenly, the coil in your stomach snapped as white hot blinding pleasure flew over you. Your muscles began to contract before you felt your pulsing walls close in on his digits still buried inside you. You gasped, mouth wide open eyes squeezed shut unable to make a sound from the pure bliss.

Ominis felt every wrack of your body, hearing every silent little noise you made, quietly observing your state. Nothing could compare to the beauty he was witnessing. Nothing made his pride swell up in his chest before like you did. And nothing very made him regret the state of his eyesight like you did. Even blind, you were so beautiful.

"Still quivering from the aftershocks of his touch, you gradually relaxed into the soft sheets, each breath a conscious effort to steady yourself. Ominis, tender in his movements, leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. A smile tugged at your lips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer in a silent invitation for more intimacy.

In the quiet that followed, a subtle shift brought your legs to encircle his waist, and you could feel the pronounced tension against you from his trousers.

'Ominis?' your voice was soft, yet laden with unspoken desire.

"Yes, love".

A boldness took hold of you. "Please, make love to me. Here, in this bed."

With a sharp intake of breath, Ominis jumped up and grabbed your hips, pulling them to meet his hips causing you to yelp. His tone was low but reverberated throughout the air leaving the place silent under its domineering tone" With the utmost pleasure"

___________________

There you lay as Ominis slows his pace, feeling your uncontrollable clenching pussy squirt onto his cock like a hose.

Your entire body shook from the intense pleasure, your thighs trembling as you back arched. Ominis sinster's smirk was a strong indication if any that he felt no remorse for bringing you to your 3rd orgasm as tears slid down your already dampened cheeks, absolutely in love with how greedy your pussy clamped down on his cock.

But he was far from done. In the time he spent with you tonight in this room, somewhere he tried to be accommodating and doting as he usually was but that option flew far out the window as soon as you decided to make him cum faster by topping him.

You learned a hard lesson today. Ominis doesn't like brats.

It wasn't long before Ominis started railing you again, taking it to new heights

“wait—slow d-down Omi’—hngg!” you moan, nails clawing at his back, scraping the pale skin. He was sure he was full of marks by now that Sebastian was going to interrogate him about later, but he couldn't a give damn right now.

You felt your body recoil, pushing up against the bed with each sharp thrust as he pounded into your worn-out pussy, dragging every inch of his length in and out. Your knees were bent at your ears this time, feet dangling by his head as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs.

"Such a pretty slut aren't you? Look at how well you take my cock". You couldn't understand a thing before realizing Ominis had slipped in pareceltongue while he was plowing into you.

The forbidden language only had gush aroused even further.

“Fuck baby” he sighs “Bet that pretty pussy is just begging to be filled again”

"I cant-" your cry comes out strangled already feeling another orgasm coming. It was painful how much you clenched around his girth of cock by now.

In response, Ominis leans in, trailing a path of wet kisses up your chest. As he approaches your mouth, you instinctively lean forward, anticipating another kiss. But instead, he releases your thighs, his hands moving to grasp your hips firmly. 'One more round, darling,' he whispers against your lips. 'I'll make you come so intensely, you won't have any more sleepless nights. How does that sound?'"

At this point, you were sure Ominis was lost in the pleasure as he grounded up your saturated pussy.

"And what if I do" You whispered breathlessly

He chuckled leaning in and giving you another heart-melting kiss. You knew you were done for.

"Now that you belong to me, I can assure you you won't"

Before you had a chance to reply, Ominis deftly maneuvered you, effortlessly turning you around in the bed. You landed softly on your stomach, the sheets cool against your heated skin. His hands traced a path down your back, pausing at your ass to grasp and squeeze your flesh firmly, followed by a sharp slap that made you squeal in a mixture of surprise and arousal.

Then, without any warning, you felt him align himself, and he plunged back into you, his entry swift and decisive

Before long he's drilling into your sopping cunt, his tip kissing your womb, whispering vulgarities into your ear. The lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass and both your groans fill the room as your eyes watered at the sheer width of him.

One hand firmly gripped your hip, while his other slid up your lower back, pressing you firmly into the bed. He angled your body, creating a deep arch that allowed him to drive into you with relentless force prying your cunt open with his cock slamming into you at a bullying speed.

Your ass recoiled with every snap of his hips and soon you felt another orgasm hitting you like a spell. As it overtook you, you found yourself crying out his name, your fingers clenching the bedsheets as you convulsed around him.

Ominis grunted bringing you up to press a searing kiss as he pounded his seed into you, unleashing his load enough for it to drip down your thighs.

As the kiss broke, you both lay there, chests heaving, caught in the aftermath of the storm of passion and connection you had just weathered together

You felt utterly exhausted, and Ominis, perceiving your fatigue, showed a hint of concern. He hadn't intended to be so fervent, and despite your lack of complaints, he wondered if he had gone too far. Then, you turned towards him, gently tugging at his arms, urging him into the bed with you.

"MC—" he started, but you cut him off.

"I'm sleepy. And I don't think I'll be able to walk for a while, so the least you could do is stay the night," you murmured, your voice a mix of fatigue and affection.

Ominis's initially surprised expression softened into a smile at your words. He leaned down, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "I did make a promise, didn't I?" he said softly.

You couldn’t help but grin, pulling him down for one last gentle kiss.

'Keep your word, Ominis.'

His smile mingled with yours in the kiss, and he drew you closer, his embrace a comforting presence. 'You know I will,'

[echo-bleu]

End of the Year Fic Recs

thank you @thescrapwitch and @sallysavestheday for tagging me!

This is a wonderful game, I love reccing fics and I should do it more. I'll keep it all Silmarillion for the recs, since that's the bulk of what I've read this year. I haven't had the spoon to leave proper comments on some of these, so hopefully reccing them can count too?

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

- The Harrowing by @chthonion. I am forever in awe of this whole series and of Chthonion's writing. Somehow every single sentence is relatable and at least half of them are a punch in the gut, but in a healing way. A delightful Frodo, Celebrimbor and Finrod working through their trauma and Annatar, remade as an elf, learning how to be a good person (and a person at all, really).

- we will make this place our home by @leucisticpuffin. Truly delightful 70s AU as narrated by 8 year old Elrond, who just makes my heart melt in every chapter. Maedhros and Maglor as traumatized foster parents doing their best, the twins with their antics and their fears and joys, it's such a breath of fresh air and I can't get enough of it.

- Hanged Man by @tethysresort. Second age fic about the fall of Eregion and the start of Imladris with so much interesting worldbuilding and plot, and characterization of Elrond and Glorfindel especially that I really loved.

- Everlasting Song by @amethysttribble. This is perhaps a little more niche, a crossover with A Song of Ice and Fire, but I'm not an ASOIAF fan at all and I have like two whole memories of the books and I'm still finding absolutely delightful. Top-notch characterization of the Fëanorians, and it really keeps you on your toes.

- Aurë entuluva by @theheirofashandfire. Just very recently caught up with it and I love it to bits! The time loop is all kinds of angsty and breathtaking, and I really love the world that is being constructed afterwards. Wonderful Russingon, and I'm also, especially, in love with her Curufin and Celegorm.

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

- Wayward Son by @thescrapwitch. Angst exactly like I like it. Fëanor and Maglor, and it will make you cry. @thescrapwitch writes Maglor just wonderfully and I really love this Fëanor that will do absolutely anything for his son.

- On the difference between hostages and sons by leodesic (and the rest of the series as well). Absolutely delightful Elrond and Elros, as seen by Gil-galad when they first come to his court. I love Elrond defying expectation, and this was such a wonderful read.

- the world to come by arriviste. Arda Remade, told through the shadows and the gaps of what's missing. It's eerie, and I love a well-written eerie fic that leaves you feeling a little off-balance. Wonderful reflection on the price of perfection.

- Sea-Bells and Sunlight by @actual-bill-potts. Finrod, Lúthien and Beren in Mandos. This broke my heart in the best way.

- in the breaking by @thelordofgifs. Short but terribly impactful study of Maedhros and Maglor before the end, one of the best I've read of them.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

- A Farewell to Arms by MorwenSteelsheen (LOTR, Farawyn). Such a wonderful characterization and development of Faramir and Éowyn's relationship in a slight canon divergence where Éowyn arrives in Gondor two years before the end of the war of the Ring.

- The Splintered Light by @thearrogantemu. The whole series. These Gifts That You Have Given Me (Silvergifting) is well-known in the fandom, I think, and I absolutely loved it, but the other fics set in the Fourth Age were among the first I read in this fandom that I just fell straight in love with.

- The Host of the West by @mynameisjessejk. Various fics of the Otter Mayhem and Otterless Mayhem series could have gone into every category here because I love them all, but this is the one I chose because I reread it yesterday for the fourth (fifth?) time and it still had me bawling my eyes out. Probably my favourite Finrod, and definitely an inspiration for my own writing. The whole series is about healing and redemption and elf therapy and all of it is delightful.

- The Peril (and Potential) of Unleashing Lightning in a Fishbowl by @dawnfelagund. This one took everything I thought I knew about Caranthir, threw it out the window and gave me a truly brilliant characterization I didn't know I needed in my life. The worldbuilding is also delightful, and so is Amarië.

- Aranya by SpaceWall. I read this recently and it's really staying with me. Some people in my asks have expressed interest in fics that take the Valar to account for their mistakes, and this is a wonderful one. With a bonus revolution. I really love the non-linear storytelling as well, a hard-to-use tool that is done wonderfully here. Plus the title is inspired.

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

- your veins are empty of dust. Character study of Nerdanel as feels her family die across the sea, and she sculpts. This is also the fic for which I made the art I'm probably the proudest of to date.

- your smile tells me I'm safe. Modern AU with aro Maedhros and a Russingon QPR.

- silver. Míriel, Celegorm and Celebrimbor, and living with chronic illness.

- the light that you keep burning there. Part of a much larger AU where the second and third kinslayings don't happen, but this one is about Maedhros, Maglor and Fingon in the later years, as the world crumbles, trying to remember what (who) they're fighting for.

- if I am to braid my mystic crown. The Silmarillion retold through worldbuilding headcanons about braids.

Tagging @unforth @foodsies4me @wren-of-the-woods @camille-lachenille (I don't know who has already done it, so feel free to send me a link if you have!)

[oboetemasuka]

Order of Attack, part 16

I was going to have a bunch of conversations in a single part, but this first conversation is as long as some of the older, shorter chapters.

So here.

Fuuta and Amane. Just in time before Fuuta's birthday ends in my part of the world.

Does this mean I'm going to have to write yet another conclusion chapter? A "proper" one? We'll see.

(Cw cults, suicide)

“Fuuta-san, how are you feeling?”

Waking up to a hovering green blob was one of the constants of this prison.

“Like crap. But… better.” Fuuta took Amane’s outstretched hands and pulled himself to a seated position. After lying down for who-knows-how-long, sitting up felt so weird these first few times.

“Better… I am glad.” Amane settled into the chair next to him. “Do you really mean it?”

“Of course… Might take a while to…” To recover. “But it’s something. Why…” Why do you ask?

“The last time you said you were fine…” She sounded choked. “Why did you…”

“...Didn’t want anyone to worry.”

“D-did you not think… we would be more worried if… if…” Amane stopped trying to hold back tears. 

Fuuta held out his right arm, and Amane accepted the wordless invitation for a hug.

“Promise me you won’t die…” she whispered.

“I’ll try. At least… I won’t do… that again.”

“You had better not.” Amane patted Fuuta’s shoulder before pulling away and sitting back in her chair.

“Y’know… I've been told… I could recover fully if I make it out of here and get to a-” Get to a hospital.

Amane stared at the floor silently.

“Oh. Sorry. Shouldn't have-”

“It is fine. Given that we are stuck here, getting to a hospital would be a trial all on its own.”

Is she bending her beliefs?

“It sucks that your eye’s gone, though.”

Amane shrugged. “It was just part of God's plan.”

“After everything, you still hold onto that?” It wasn’t surprising. This “everything”, this life-changing event… even this would not completely undo a lifetime of faith.

“This pain brought us closer together, did it not?”

Fuuta grunted in agreement. “S’pose so… But you’re so young… to have a permanent…”

“Even if this is forever, so are the bonds we forged. I would not have it any other way.”

“So cheesy…”

But it got a chuckle out of both of them, even though they needed a moment to catch their breaths after.

“Gotta hand it to you…” Fuuta said after a bit. “Living without regrets…”

“There is not enough time in the world for regrets,” Amane responded plainly. “I wish things could have turned out differently, but I would not change my own actions if I went back.” 

“Can’t say the same… I’ll never make the same mistake again.” Fuuta sighed. “But… going forward, would you do it again?”

Amane averted her eye. “I hope I would not have to.” She paused for a moment. “At least the voices understand now. A little bit.”

“Glad they stopped the baseless accusations.”

“Still, I would rather they not pity me. But it is fine. It is easier to ignore.”

Fuuta shrugged. “Guess it could be worse.”

“Voices aside, do you think a lot about the next trial?” 

“Haven't really…. Thought it was already over for me.”

“Of course it is not over. There is always hope for change.” Her tone fell. “Though I worry that the warden's sympathy is so arbitrary.”

“I'll make sure they don't regret their choice. Second chances… Hope they believe in that…” 

“I am sure they do. That is why we have three trials, no?”

“But third chances… then…”

Amane seemed to be studying Fuuta’s expression. “You are worried about Sakurai Haruka.”

Fuuta nodded. “Him and Muu.”

“You made it through this trial. They can too. We can help them.”

“So comforting.” He rolled his eyes.

“I mean it,” Amane said sincerely. “If anyone can get through to them, it is you.”

Fuuta dropped the sarcastic tone. “You really think so?”

“I do. We can visit them right now if you want.” Amane walked over to a wall where a folded wheelchair was leaning, waiting to be used. “I’ll get… um, I’ll get Kirisaki Shidou to help.”

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Sorry if I've missed it, but have you ever posted about what zee did when women were supposed to be in the house and not working?

Oh, I haven't! This is one of those fascinating parts of life where class, an ideal of women, and reality clash. She has more restrictions but she'd start clawing at the walls if she wasn't doing something. Her brother's restrictions are based on either their or Arthur's preferences, and she has more issues but women have never just sat at home without a purpose. Working class women always worked, middle class and upper class women were encouraged to prioritize children and home but many engaged in charity works or other 'proper' activities in the public eye.

Zee has a very practical personality. She wants to play rugby, shear sheep, plant her garden. She has vines, birds, and bees to tend. She likes hiking, driving, baking, canoeing. She has degrees. She has worked as a civil engineer, a sapper, an agricultural technician, a vitner, welder, and a mechanic. She'd much rather have been a sapper for most of the wars rather than the nursing positions she often found herself in but she was still active in that sapper role and others. That ideal of women not working really is strongest in the upper classes where she was educated and partially socialized in because often, class could balance sex, gender and ethnicity to give her a much needed leg up. Jack can much more easily indulge in his image of his working class culture than she can. So she has to walk a fine line. But she's involved as hell.

I can't say he was a good father, but if there was a category in which Arthur didn't 400% suck it was that he had her extremely well educated. One of the reasons Alasdair and Arthur both are so fond of her is while Matt never had a head for numbers and Jack would get distracted, Zee would observe and ask questions in her lessons or even just watching them at work. When other father's will comment to their daughters 'no one wants to marry a blue-stocking' Arthur will snort and say something about how his Eleanor is too treasured to be handed off to some inbred baron so and so anyway. And she won't ever marry, but even with Arthur's benevolent-sexism she still needs to move somewhat carefully. Arthur didn't care about her grades as much as he did say Leon's, but there was still a line too far for her. Appearances had to be kept up. Even when Zee graduated from Oxford in 1892, she wasn't given a proper degree as women wouldn't be permitted those until the 1920s. And even when she had her accomplishments, she didn't do much with her degree in the 1890s. She got the right to vote in 1893 and discovered bicycles, fencing, sex and other activities instead of a calling at first.

It's not until a new level of respectability and professionalism is granted to imperial nurses by the Boer War that she enrolled in nursing school. New Zealand was the first country to register its nurses and hold them to a certain standard of education. So her life was fairly long slog of playing to respectability politics. From teacher, to nurse, then in WW1 when the British army banned Anzac nurses from administering anaesthetic, they accidentally left out New Zealand nurses in the wording so several Kiwi nurse-anaesthetists were trained. There's also social work, flight, child development, and surgery after that. The first New Zealand engineers were trained in England, and it wasn't until 1965 that New Zealand graduated their own but once they did, I can see her studying that, conservation, ornithology and other things with Arthur probably funding several of them to keep her in his life, as the British government handed out grants and incentives to keep the Commonwealth invested in British institutions. But she's busy. She won't just sit around even when she can, it's just not how she's built.

[deaf-bakugou]

Fully understanding that it is not your job to educate every single hearing person that wants to ask you questions about being deaf/hoh, I totally accept if you don't have the time or energy to respond to my question. If that's the case, I hope you have a great day! I found your blog via you being credited on the fic A Soul's Challenge because I also love the deaf Bakugo trope!

That being said, I'm currently writing an original story where I've decided to include a deaf/hoh character and I'm wondering if you would be able to point me in the direction of any educational materials I can use to write him correctly and respectfully? Or, if nothing else, any of your favorite Bakugo fanfictions that treat his deafness particularly well that I can learn from?

(Okay, I may also just be fishing for fic recs because, well, I do love me the blastie boi)

If you're up to it, I'd be happy to have a proper conversation via DMs! Thanks for your attention either way!

Hey! I'm sorry for the probably late reply. My messages... never tell me when I have them. (I'm told it is a common problem) I am more than happy to chat with you via dm's to help provide information. But let me say now, there is no one solid way to write your character correctly. It will vastly depend on a number of factors. If you are looking for a fun resource book I can recommend a book titled "for hearing people only"

But even this is just a general guide. (I have this book and I am Deaf myself. But not all Deaf experiences are the same. So it was still useful for me)

Factors to consider for you character include,

Us this a fantasy world or a real world. Do their parents know sign language. Do they know sign language? Do hearing aids or cochlear exist in your world? Did they attend a Deaf institute, were the mainstreamed, or fully homeschooled? This plus more factors into your portrayal just to begin. But I can tell you right now, if your Deaf person cannot hear well enough to communicate verbally, do not give them some magical aid that allows them to suddenly communicate perfectly. That just erases the fact that hearing loss IS a disability. (Though we prefer not to call it that. It is a culture.) But in the context here as a hearing person you must be aware of the things that it affects and that you can't magic them away or you will be written off as bad rep. Read through my blog there is a variety of writing advice there. Also, if you can get a copy, I enjoyed this fantasy story of a Deaf medieval character,

It was given to me by my ASL teacher when I despaired over reading material that understood what I was going through. (Bless her) a fascinating look into what it might be like in a fantasy setting. Look for art and stories by Deaf people and read it, look at it. Try to understand the grief and the pain and the struggle and the joy and the delay. Then when you write a scene, ask someone in the community, preferably who is similar to the circumstances you are writing, read over it and give feedback. I've studied Deafness from a medical, psychological, governmental and cultural angle. I know a lot. But not everything.

I have a Deaf Bakugou fic rec list somewhere on my page. If I find it I will reblog it again. But I haven't read any of the current stuff. I'm a year behind! Check out my fic on Ao3 though if you want an insight for disasters! (In America lol)

If anyone wants to send me current deaf bakugou fics please do! I will read and promo some! I would like to see how it has changed in the past year and what's going on!

[misskriemhilds]

fic writer self-recs

tagged by: @shredsandpatches

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

a disclaimer: some of my fanfiction covers some potentially upsetting, sensitive themes - some portrayed in explicit detail, others much more implied or a point of discussion. please be sure to read the appropriate content warnings in both the tags and author's notes and tread carefully!

soul of soul (faust - goethe, mephistopheles & gretchen, 3.5k)

as much as i adore goethe from a prose standpoint and found there were aspects of part ii that i liked, i really do feel a lot of sympathy for gretchen both when it comes to what happens to her in the narrative, as well as how her characterization is treated in part ii. i wrote this in the span of a few days and it's still one of my personal favorite works. if you like platonic male-female interactions, gretchen getting something resembling a happy ending, and mephistopheles marveling over "huh. i really am attracted to the most pathetic, soggy men alive" then this is the story for you!

for all goodbyes i've made (reverse: 1999, gen, 12.4k)

this work is extremely personal to me. eternity is a character who i found to be very resonant with me in a jewish context, and that combined with her immortality made for a really compelling character study. travel with her across the united states through decade after decade as she grapples with her longevity and her status as a jewish woman in a supposed american dream that isn't all it's cracked up to be.

hagiographa (arknights, ines & w, 2.2k)

i really, really like this one from a prose standpoint - besides, w is a very tragic character who manages to cover it up by clinging to the "snide, hateful little gremlin freak" facade and i want to explore the more sobering side of her character. in some ways, i don't think this is wholly canon-compliant with the new information we've been given from the cn server about the babel event but i do like it for what it is: an introspective look into a character who's not exactly the most outwardly soft, sympathetic character but whose grief, pain, and anger makes complete sense after what she's seen.

sci-fi romance traveller (arthurian myth, percival/galahad, 4.3k)

think of this as a reincarnation-with-modern-au fic, but not exactly in the most conventional of ways - and it's moreso in the distant future than it is a modern setting proper. i adored writing the sweetness and understanding in galahad and percival's interactions - from their coffee shop date in the present to their interactions as knights. you want neurodivergent percihad? discussion of space travel? fluff sweet enough to rot your teeth? check this one out!

im ein ani li, mi li? (hamlet, gen, 559)

please note this work deals with themes of csa and trauma. it is not overly explicit or detailed, but it is the subject of a flashback and memory. i have warned for this in the tags. proceed with caution.

it feels strange calling this one a favorite of mine, especially considering it's very personal headcanon based - my hamlet is both jewish and a csa survivor. i think contextualizing both of these facets of his character and how they would affect the themes of the play would be interesting to explore. but i think i like it because it takes an angle regarding a "what if" i haven't seen when it comes to angles of the character of hamlet that are not necessarily even subtext. and i like this one a lot purely from a prose standpoint.

tagging: @mrslittletall / @nightlist / @ofsilentthings / @kingoffiends / whoever else wants to do it!

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Your uncle died?

*One explanation later*

So... that's what happen to you?

I-it did and honestly, I was so upset about all of it!

I mean for god sakes, one of my classmates was found dead on the floor at the front of the class during exams and not just that and my teacher she isolating and restricting me, but if we don't success then will fail and I just...I...!

Her funeral is happening right now and I'm not there to mourn for her and I guess I'm not doing so great, but I know I need to be presentable towards my people.

*hugs Sonia and comforts her* I'm sorry you had to go through all that, Sonia. You didn't deserve to be treated as such...

Still...I can't believe this, that school had not only hidden 2 murder cases but also the fact the students were force to sign this NDA?! What the hell type of school is this, we need to inform your parents about this right away!

Wait wait, hold on uncle; I don't think we should just yet!

You know that mother and father are preparing the whole parade for this celebration tomorrow and I don't think it's proper for a women of my standing to just not show up even if I'm not in a good mood.

Are you sure, I feel your parents would understand if you aren't feeling too great.

It's fine, uncle - I feel that I should set aside my own emotions and help prepare for the parade, after all if I show fear then it would scare our people.

So let's discuss this after the parade and speeches, I'm sure we can do that.

Sonia...

Very well, if that is what you wish to do then will do so if that's how you feel; you really are becoming like your mother it seems, caring for our citzens.

Thank you, uncle... now let's go and have dinner then...

'I...I should of let uncle tell them all what happen, then... then maybe that wouldn't have happen...'

...

...

...

Date: July 30th, 2011

[X]

*cheering of the crowd as Sonia and her family's carriage rode by*

???: Princess Sonia is here! She has return to us!

???: Wahoo, the Nevermind Royal family is here to greet us!

*waves to her people* Hello my fellow citizens, it's good to have return.

Goodness, you really pull the stops mother, everyone is having a good time!

Well of course, after all with 500 years of history and culture of our home; I feel we really need to go out.

Quite, honestly I feel happy to see so many people out. Speaking of which Sonia, did you meet anyone resembling the legendary hero? One that wears a white shirt, and possesses and antenna that can sense danger, has a face lacking distinguishing characteristics and he shall bring light to the tropical land?

Miriko... please don't bring that up, Sonia did just come back and we have this parade right now so let's not ask yet.

Ah right, sorry I suppose given you are studying at Hope's Peak; you don't have time for that, do you?

Not really, no; I just been studying and understanding Japanese culture, I really haven't had time to meet anyone like that sadly...(Honestly I don't think I've ever left the school at all and never explore Japan because the teacher wants me to understand it's work culture...Why did they send me there at all?)

Well alright, I suppose that is expecting a bit much but anyway, seems we are getting to the stage!

Oh yes, we are it seems!

*Sonia and the rest of her family get off and get on stage which then speeches, then it was Sonia's turn...*

-ow, it's time to heard a speech from the next in line for the throne, Sonia Nevermind.

*walks over to the stage and holds some papers* Hello everyone, I am Sonia Nevermind. Next in line for the throne and will soon take over after I have graduated.

I understand that the dangerous we have face and struggles of constant attacks that have occur but I assure we our proud people and must stand firm in what we we and I-. (Just keep speaking your doing great...)

SONIA, LOOK OUT! *Daniel rush over quickly spotting something then-*

*BANG!!!*

*As then Sonia's uncle got shot right in front and fell to the floor, blood was slowly covering the stage as then murmurs and whispers came from the incident and lots of screaming...*

Un-Uncle Daniel!

'I was shock when it happen, it all came so quickly and I didn't have time to respond, I was taken away but my uncle was confirm dead...'

[enigmatic-mystery-777]

20 questions for writers!

Thanks @ellie--eille

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

thirty four (34)

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

Wh...like...all of the word counts of my THIRTY FOUR works combined?? You want me to do MATH??? *sighs* okay hold on

260,727

I'm gonna be so upset if I misunderstood what this was asking for lmao

Edit: Ellie showed me the easy way of finding the total word count and, like, nobody fudgin told me before that Ao3 has a statistics section! Y'all. 🙄

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now soley SG1. I dabbled once in SPN

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

*All of these are from my Supernatural fandom days and no, I don't remember what any of these were about lmao I don't even remember writing them

In first place, at 128 kudos (wtf): The Second Chance

Second at 114 kudos: When Fate Strikes

Third, 63 kudos: That one Leap Of Faith

Fourth, 55 kudos: I Only Ever Wanted You

And lastly, 53 kudos: The Beauty Of Snow Globes

5. Do you respond to comments?

A l w a y s; though I don't always know what to say

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

All of my fics have happy endings. Sorry, I'm a fluff person, I hate angsty endings with a passion lmao That's not to judge those who do like those types of stories by the way, OR those that write them! I just have a hard enough time with my depression as is, I need happy content to balance it out

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

...all of them? Lmao The problem here is I really don't remember, like, any of them, even the ones I've recently written so... heh. Sorry.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't so far. That I recall, anyway.

9. Do you write smut?

*Giggles and clears throat* well, see, I didn't before but something's changed because of Daniel, he's an entirely new experience for me in my history of hyperfixations, and now I can't seem to stop writing smut. I don't know why he's different, but he is. I hate that it's really fun lol

10. Do you wrote crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

My brain has a hard enough time handling one universe at a time, I think I'd just get confused trying to cross any over, but I do appreciate and respect all those that do write crossovers; y'all are incredible.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Given how AO3, unlike Inkitt, does not protect against the copy/paste option, I'm sure someone somewhere stole something of mine. I'm not too upset about it, everything on AO3 is just for fun anyway. All my serious stuff is locked down proper.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think I have one time, by someone who wanted it available in their language. I forget which fic it was, though I do know it was back in my SPN days.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I have not, but I have leaned upon @ellie--eille for the first smut piece I ever wrote for SG1, which was a big step for me and I'm so grateful that it turned out so incredible. I still appreciate her help so much <3

14. What's your all time favourite ship?

Daniel Jackson x reader, ngl; I'm having SO much fun with it

but also Daniel Jackson x Cam (I don't know why, though, cos we don't get as much content with them as we did with Daniel Jackson x Jack O'Neill; guess the heart wants what it wants)

Look, I can't pick just ONE, okay?? Lmao

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My original novel "Out Of Time". Book one is complete and I'm very slowly editing it, but book two is stuck on their honeymoon and I cant, for the life of me, seem to get past it :(

16. What are your writing strengths?

Fluff, 100%. Anything cutesy and emotional and happy and sweet. Stuff that makes someone swoon and feel like they're melting, stuff that makes them smile and hopefully giggle.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Literally everything else lmao That, and, I never studied grammar, cos honestly it's the most confusing shit in the world for me, so my grammar is likely atrocious. But, like, if you can read it, and you can understand it, and you can enjoy it, does it really matter??

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

That is extremely tricky and I usually avoid it. Because unless you know all the slang and grammar rules and stuff, you might accidentally be saying something you never meant to say and/or you might insult someone who's native to that language :/

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Supernatural

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Ooh. Uhm. Honestly, it's a tie now between When Fate Strikes (SPN; I remember that being a big deal when I was writing it) and The Things We Don't Know (Stargate SG1) that I'm working on now.

This was a lot of fun!! I don't really remember who's a writer on here and who's not so if you see this and you write, please partake! Questions to copy are below the cut:

20 questions for writers!

Thanks @

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut?

10. Do you wrote crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

14. What's your all time favourite ship?

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

[fuckinorangecat]

Today was a good day.

11/09/2023

I'm contracted to teach at three different schools. My base high school, an extension school of the base school situated in the mountains and an agricultural one. Today I visited my extension school. The bus was a 45 minute journey from my base school, costing 790 yen (yeowch). I had some preconceptions about this school - I simply thought it was a school for students too rural to commute to the base school but I noticed a few of them on the bus. They got on at the town's main station which confused me. I thought "Why not just go to the base school"? Although I don't know the historical reason as to why it was actually established, it's now become a safe space for those unable to fit into the base school. It definitely gives me mixed feelings, I'm both delighted for the students to have their own space to thrive but heartbroken to find out that some of them went there because they were bullied. I guess without truly knowing the language, I haven't actually gotten a clue as to what or how anyone communicates in Japanese. But ignoring all the sad shit, the kids were absolutely wonderful. They were kind, welcoming and happy. I've only met them today but I want to try my absolute hardest for these kids. At the very least I want to show them that there are kind people all over the world, maybe they'll want to study more English if I can make them properly trust and talk to me. The classes are extremely small, second years only has two students, third year about four but today three of them were absent so I literally taught one to one. It's so strange to me that this is their reality but I'm so open to it. Due to the size of the classes/years the students all mingle together. We had sports day rehearsals today and everyone could talk to each other. There was a really quiet student who was the spitting image of a bookworm archetype. Hair that covered most of the face, facemask and a meek voice. She struggled with her volume, but no matter what she still tried to engage with me and speak English. I'm so proud of her. Everyone I called out to her to respond, every other student respected her too. No pressuring comments like "c'mon A-chan", just patience. After teaching all my classes we had lunch together which was so nice, I couldn't understand a word of Japanese but they laughed just as they always have. The history and P.E teacher joined us too. Oh yeah, it was a student that took the initiative to invite me for lunch too. Thank you so much H-chan! Oh yeah, an interesting thing about this school is that there are 4th year students. The Japanese structure for highschool only goes up to three years normally but there are some kids who obviously need more support. I met a student that graduated last year and she still visits everyone despite studying in University in the neighbouring prefecture. It really does emphasise how tightknit everyone is, in a school built in the middle of nowhere. I had this one student in particularly who was really into anime, he was so shocked to find out anime was popular overseas. He kept naming animes to see if I know or watched it and was in total awe at the amount I knew. We spoke about anime for a good hour after school finished, we also went on the same bus home so at the he took out his phone and recommended me some animes. I can't wait to study more Japanese so we can have a proper conversation. My heart feels so warm after today. I can't make it for their sports day this saturday because I'm in Osaka but I promised them all I'd bring back gifts!

I've been here for just over a month and I've only taught two lessons but I can't emphasise enough how unbelievably grateful I am for the JET Programme and the experience it's given me. The people are wonderful here in the countryside. The world really is big and I want to do everything I can here before moving to another country.

Anyway, that's enough for today. Thanks for reading.

Goodnight.

[tangleweave]

send me a ship and i’ll write five short scenarios/imagines (Wanda and stephen)

[ One ]

In the quiet of the Sanctum Sanctorum, the sounds of Stephen enduring night terrors are particularly pronounced... enough to wake the dead, let alone the woman who's been his guest since the Westview incident. Wanda pads through the hallways on bare feet, seeking out his bedchambers with little thought but to coax him back to a more restful state, and she steps through the broad door without so much as knocking. She finds him lying in his four-poster bed, drenched in sweat and occasionally thrashing against the sheet hiding the lower half of his body.

With pursed lips and a knowing gaze, she approaches to the right and gingerly sets aside the tablet still propped on its stand beside him; how it had managed to survive thus far without being thrown to the floor is no minor miracle. She lifts a hand and tentatively summons the crimson energies at her disposal, twisting her fingers in directions his own would find flatly impossible. Ethereal tendrils of read stream down from between them and caress his forehead and cheek, gentle as a whisper.

Stephen's body strains for a long moment, as though a demon is being exorcised... and then, slowly, steadily, his musculature relaxes, and the wrinkles of his face smooth into nothingness, leaving behind only his sharp features and the stark contrast of his black hair with silver highlights.

The crimson disappears, and her fingers reach out to touch his cheek.

"Sleep now," Wanda murmurs. "I'll watch you... and catch you if you fall."

~*~

[ Two ]

"Think this is a good idea?"

The question escapes Stephen's lips before he can recall it from existence, but now that it's out there, he can't do much but let those lips quirk up into a wry smile. Wanda does look beautiful in her red dress, and outshines even him in his three-piece charcoal suit. The restaurant's attendees are two sorts -- either trying desperately to be noticed by two of the most powerful spell-slingers on this arm of the Milky Way, or trying to evade notice by them. Either way, the staring is evident, and the work to avoid staring even more so. They'll be the talk of this particular locale for the next month, easily.

Wanda blinks and tucks her head back, then tilts it to one side while adopting a wry smile of her own. "Cold feet, Stephen? I've heard stories, but that must be a record, even for you. We haven't even been seated yet."

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead. It wasn't a response he'd expected. "Oh, and what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you should relax, and do what you got dressed up and came here for -- treat your date to some of your favorite dishes so she can enjoy a taste of more than just American excess. Stark loves his cheeseburgers and wheatgrass smoothies perhaps a little too much."

It's Stephen's turn to tilt his head. "Well, you sound like you're in a proper mood for some tit-for-tat."

Her brow wrinkles. "I've never heard of that dish."

So rarely does Stephen Strange belt out a full-throated laugh. This is the first one tonight... and won't be the last.

~*~

[ Three ]

Wanda arches a brow at the golden trinket Stephen offers her, then takes it gingerly between two fingers and studies it with all the intensity of a forensic investigator. "Well, to call this a 'ring' is a bit misleading, isn't it?"

"You're not wrong. You can call it a 'slingie' if you like, it's what I do," he replies.

"English isn't my first language but that makes it sound a little like a child's plaything."

"Also not entirely wrong around here. It's the first magical talisman every Kamar-Taji sorcerer is given." Stephen holds up his right hand, already adorned with a sling ring of his own. "It's a focus for generating portals."

"Which you can open to any place you can think of?"

"To an extent. It helps if you've been there before." A smirk appears beneath his facial hair. "There are other talismans, of course, but those are only lent out after proven aptitude. For the slingie, you could call it... a gateway artifact."

Wanda's smile is not quite so broad or free as Stephen's; instead it is considerably more guarded and polite. She considers the device for a few more moments, then holds it back out to him. "It's a fascinating item," she says, "but somehow I don't see myself using it."

He frowns. "No?"

She shakes her head. "I'm already exactly where I want to be."

~*~

[ Four ]

"Why do you wear your facial hair like Stark's?"

Stephen glances at Wanda in the mirror's reflection as he directs the straight razor away from his face. He can't talk and shave at the same time. His reply isn't a reply, but another question. "Not a fan, I take it?"

"I didn't say that," she answers. "But to the common observer, it does look a bit derivative, which just seems odd since I happen to know there's little love lost between you."

"Yeah, I'm not on his Christmas card list," Stephen replies with a haughty chuckle. "But I promise there's nothing derivative about it. The truth is..." He lifts up both his hands. The trembling would be evident even without the razor in his grip. "I just can't be that precise anymore."

"You've never considered asking for help when shaving?" Wanda steps closer to him and gently settles her fingertips across his knuckles, aiming a sultry smile at him. "I have a soft touch, you know."

"Yes, I do know," he returns, and he can't help but also return her smile. "But you should probably know I'm not very good at reaching out for help. Besides... I've kind of gotten used to it."

"Well, then, keep it," she says. Her nose wrinkles in a teasing expression. "But, since we're exchanging things the other should know... you should know that it tickles."

An eyebrow arches. "Is that an argument for it or against it?"

"Mmm, that depends on what you're tickling." She winks at him and her smile broadens. "Maybe we should weigh the pros and cons."

Once again, his smile mirrors hers. "How about tonight?"

~*~

[ Five ]

Stephen's bedchambers are always kept at precise temperature control. Less a function of proper air conditioning equipment in the Sanctum and more a function of fancy spellwork, which ensures the air is in constant motion and neither too warm nor too cold. Even on the nights where his dreams are assaultive, it is rare that he's awash in perspiration... the night that Wanda had first come in notwithstanding.

That said, this is another one of those rare nights -- but with a far more joyful connotation to it, as her bare body is settled across his, her cheek pressed to his chest and her hair clinging to him. She hums contentedly in the glow, her limbs lazily drawing across him to generate delicious friction, holding the moment and drawing it out like taffy in a puller.

His shaking hand comes up to slide fingers through her hair, and it strikes him with all the force of Mjolnir... this is what he's been missing. All this time, these moments, caught in the afterglow, the desire to simply be with his partner, enthuse in the way she makes him feel, the way she draws pleasure for both herself and for him. For all the times his mind has ever raced in the wake of the moment, here it lies still, wanting only to focus on the here and now. When any of his other lovers would scramble for their clothes, promise to call, and beat a hasty retreat... Wanda wants only to stay.

As so often happens with him when he is with her... the words find their way out, unbidden, save for a cosmic need to be expressed.

"I love you."

Her head lifts from his chest instantly, and her gaze fixes on his. Her eyes are wide as saucers, her lips parted in surprise. He doesn't know, couldn't know, she had been half a second away from whispering those same words into his skin.

She lifts a hand to touch his cheek. Brushes the tip of her nose against his.

"And I love you," she whispers against his lips.

Which she then seals with her own.

[alj4890]

Angst Prompt

Dawn’s Early Light

(Part Three to One Fateful Night)

As requested by many of you.

(Liam x OC) in a one shot continuation of the angsty One Fateful Night.

A/N Here's some happiness to the angst so many sent messages about. I know it is still bittersweet in a way, with Riley being dead and all, but I think it gives our favorite prince a chance to find true love after all. On another note, I had at one time considered Liam meeting someone in Washington D.C. in another story where Riley died the night of the Homecoming Ball in Book 2. I guess this makes up for deleting it and never posting, LOL.

Part 2 The Dark Before the Dawn

 @kingliam2019 @texaskitten30 @yourmajesty09   @gkittylove99 @krsnlove   @mom2000aggie @twinkleallnight @lodberg @sweatyrysconnoisseur ​ @motorcitymademadame ​

Masterlist

Dawn’s Early Light

Somewhere in Maryland...

"Sir?"

Liam grimaced at the voice coming through loud and clear from his cell phone. The one time he convinced Bastien that he could travel on his own and the man still made certain to call every hour.

"Yes?" He huffed.

"Your current location?"

"That at the moment is a little difficult to pinpoint." Liam squinted through the pouring rain. "One of the roads was flooded and the numerous detours have sent me further east of D.C."

He could hear frantic mutterings in the background, papers shifting and clicks from computers.

"Pull over and we will try to locate you." Bastien ordered.

Liam looked about at the flour lane highway, barely able to see five feet ahead of him. "There isn't a spot to do so. I'll call once I find a safe place."

"Your majesty," he could hear the frustration in his Head of the King's Guards' voice, "this is why I insisted we fly down together."

"And I knew this was my last chance to take a road trip of sorts." Liam countered. "You worry too much, Bastien."

"And you don't worry enough." Bastien muttered. "If you haven't found a place within the next hour, I am coming to find you."

"Make sure to bring a rowboat." Liam teased. "That's probably the best way to travel here."

His jest was met with silence.

"Bastien?" Liam glanced down at his phone and saw the call had dropped. Tossing it back in the passenger seat, he continued on down the road.

*****************

Outside of Annapolis...

"No!" Autumn pleaded when her tire burst. "You've got to be kidding me!"

Pulling over onto the shoulder of the highway, she tried to call her parents.

"Gee, thanks for no bars." She grumbled, chucking her phone back into her purse.

Reaching for her coat she prepared herself mentally to change her own tire.

Why did Dad have to make it so boring? He knew I wouldn't pay attention!

It had been ten years since she had sat through that lesson, day dreaming of the cute guy who sat next to her in chemistry class.

And just like her lack of luck with Mr. Chemistry, she was about to fail miserably with her tire.

She pulled the flashlight and tools out her father insisted she keep in her vehicle at all times and stepped out into the rainstorm.

"Any creepy serial killers out there," she yelled towards the darkened woods that lined the highway, "now is NOT the time to mess with me!"

She paused in removing the jack from her trunk. "That goes for any wild animals unless you're the helpful kind from fairy tales."

She snorted at her own joke as she set reflectors along the road. "And if you know of any princes, do send them my way."

"Alright car, you and I have been through it." She patted it's side. "All the snow storms in Pennsylvania. New jobs. New apartments. Ex boyfriends." She knelt by the flat tire. "Let's get through this and I'll treat you to a tank of premium gas."

She removed the hubcap and blinked when a pair of bright headlights pulled up behind her.

"Didn't I specifically demand no serial killers?" She muttered to herself as she saw the silhouette of a man start walking her way.

"Pardon me?" A cultured voice called out. "Are you in need of any assistance?"

She lifted her hand to shield her eyes from the light. "I wouldn't say no to some help."

Her mystery person stopped a couple of feet away from her and studied her tire.

"Where's the jack?"

She handed it to him and watched as he expertly began to raise the back end up.

"Here's the tool kit." She handed it over, discreetly keeping a screwdriver in her hand in case he was a psycho.

"I hate to keep you out in the rain, but could you shine your flashlight here so I can remove the lug nuts?"

"Right. Of course." She dutifully lifted it where he directed.

"Perfect." He turned to smile at her. "Thank you."

She blinked at how handsome he was. "I, no problem. I should be thanking you."

"My pleasure." He looked around. "I don't suppose you know where we are, do you?"

Oh no. A hot psycho. Just my luck.

"Um, don't you know?" She took a cautious step back.

"I've never been in this part of America before." He explained, unaware of her trepidation. "I lost GPS about two hours ago."

"Oh." She relaxed and stepped closer. "We're about forty-five minutes from Annapolis.

"How far is that from D.C.?" He asked.

"About forty minutes or so depending on traffic." She tilted her head. "Let me guess. You're a politician or aide of some sort."

He chuckled. "Not really."

"You certainly don't sound like the men in Washington."

"Oh? And how do they sound?"

"Arrogant jerks. Every last one of them. Even the mailroom guys act like they rule the world." Her nose wrinkled.

"Ah." Her handsome stranger removed her flat tire and placed the spare on. "Not fond of men in power, I take it."

"Not really." She squatted next to him, hoping she would remember his actions in case she had another flat tire some time in the future. "I guess there's bound to be one man out there who actually wants to serve the people instead of having them serve him."

"I see." He glanced over at her. "I like to think there are honest rulers out there."

Her brow furrowed. "Rulers?" She studied his profile. "You're not American, are you?"

He shook his head. "No."

"Where are you from?" Her eyes narrowed in thought. "Your accent is hard to place."

"Cordonia" he grunted as he tightened the lug nuts. "Have you heard of it?"

"It sounds familiar." She muttered.

"It is a tiny but beautiful country in Europe." He explained.

"Isn’t every European nation?” She teased. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of of one that I would turn down a vacation to.”

He began to lower her car back down with the jack. "All done."

"I don't know how to thank you." She pushed her wet hair back, wondering how horrible she must look as she picked up the safety reflectors

"No need." He smiled warmly. "Have a good evening, my lady." With an instinctive bow, he turned and walked back to his own car.

"My lady?" Her lips quirked with humor. Perhaps the fairy tale animals had sent her a prince. "Hey! Wait!"

He paused with his car door open. "Yes?"

"There's an all night diner a few miles ahead." She took a deep breath. "Would you like to follow me there? We could dry off and I could buy you a piece of pie as a thank you."

Her hero's smile grew brighter. "I'd like that. Lead the way."

********************

"I'm Autumn." She held her hand out as they waited to be seated.

"A pleasure to meet you. My name is Liam." He took her hand and bowed over it.

"Is that how people greet one another in Cordonia?" She asked.

"It is the norm from where I grew up." He responded with a sheepish grin.

He shook her hand. "Is that better?"

"Your way was fine." She glanced down at their clasped hands. "I just feel a little under dressed for such a proper greeting."

"Nonsense." Liam continued to hold her hand. "A little water logged perhaps, but lovely nonetheless."

Her lips parted in surprise.

"Just the two of you?"

The pair turned toward a waitress.

"Yes." Autumn replied. "Just us."

"Follow me." She sat them at a table and handed over some menus. "What can I get you to drink?"

"Coffee, please." Autumn replied.

"I'll have the same." Liam added.

"Coming right up."

*********************

"Autumn?" Liam tested her name. "Were you given that name due to being born in the fall?"

She shook her head. "My parents have a warped sense of humor. I was born in April."

He laughed causing her to smile once more.

She thought his laughter had such a warm encompassing sound that made her want to hear it often as she could.

"They also wanted to have their kids' initials for Pennsylvania." She rolled her eyes. "My older brother, Patrick, took care of the P while I completed it with an A." Her own laughter bubbled out. "Then my unplanned younger brother was born and threw those initials out the door."

"What did they name him?" Liam asked.

"August, since he was born in January. Being that he was a surprise, they went with another A name to have an, aaahhh, moment at the end of P.A.."

Liam shook with his laughter over her parents. "They sound delightful."

"They sound that way," she teased, "but when you live with them..." Her smile softened. "They really are great parents and my brothers aren't too bad either."

"I have an older brother." He told her. "Leo and I were never as close as I wished we could have been. He spends so much time traveling and exploring the world that I don't have the heart to pressure him into coming home more often." A sadness came over him. "I've never seen him so happy as when he sends me pictures from his latest adventure."

"He's a wandering soul." She added.

"Precisely." Liam refocused on her. "And a wanderer withers and dies if tied down."

"What about your parents?" She asked.

"My mother died when I was very young and my father passed away about five years ago." He explained. "I'm close to my stepmother, Regina. She and Leo are all I have left for family."

"I'm sorry." Autumn mumbled. "I didn't mean to dredge up painful--"

Her breath caught when he laid his hand over hers. She thought she could actually feel herself getting lost in his blue eyes...which was something she teased her friends over every time they mentioned something like that. Yet here she was, finding herself falling for a man who changed her tire in the rain.

He gently squeezed her fingers. "Nothing to apologize for. I miss them but I am done grieving."

As their waitress brought them a fresh pot of coffee, Liam realized how true that statement was. He was done grieving for all of his lost loved ones.

******************

"Now then." Liam looked up from his menu. "Do you work in Washington?"

"I do." She replied. "Not in a political aspect though."

"What do you do?" He asked.

"I'm an archivist at the National Air and Space Museum."

His expression brightened with interest. "I've always wanted to visit the Smithsonian. To work and preserve the very fabric of your nation's history must be fascinating."

"It is!" She leaned forward as she became more animated about her work.

Deciding to prolong this conversation, the two ordered a meal before indulging in pie.

Liam listened, asking questions that only made her more excited in sharing this piece of her life.

It was rare for Autumn to find anyone interested in what she did.

"Right now, my team is working on digitizing everything we have on rocket tests during the 1950's." She explained. "Reading through the vast paperwork, various film and photographs, all audio recordings; I get to sift through every bit of it for our records."

"I once assisted an archivist at the palace library." Liam told her. "I discovered long ago manuscripts and journals in a hidden nook." His smile softened at the memory. "It was all by accident. My best friend and I were playing in one of the ballrooms when the soccer ball we were kicking around struck a piece of the baseboards, causing a hidden door to open."

Autumn's eyes widened. "It's a wonder you didn't get in trouble with the palace curators. They do not appreciate anyone playing around the exhibits."

Liam chuckled. "I was lucky the curators were fond of me."

"You knew them?" She asked. "Were they family members?"

"They aren't family, but I did know them." He replied, being deliberately mysterious about who he was.

He hadn't had a normal conversation in years. When she didn't recognize him, he felt a lightness he had felt on that long ago night in New York. He had forgotten how it was, how it made him feel. So often, people said the things they thought he wanted to hear. He missed the back and forth of sharing personal tidbits.

Autumn grimaced when she realized she had basically dominated the conversation for nearly an hour.

"Enough about my work," she smiled at him, "what do you do? Did you come here for business or to finally see the Smithsonian?"

He chuckled before taking a sip of his coffee. "As much as I would prefer spending my days wandering through museums, I am here to meet with government officials."

Her nose wrinkled. "I’m sorry. I do not envy you for that." Her eyebrow lifted. "What's the government like in Cordonia? Do you have a prime minister or something similar to our president?"

"We are a constitutional monarchy with the king as the Head of State." He explained.

"I see. Then you work in some capacity for him?" She continued. "You must to be here for meetings."

Liam lowered his eyes. "I suppose you could say that."

"So what's your job title?" She persisted. "Are you a member of the house of lords or whatever you have? Aide to the king?"

"I have a higher position than anything like that." He hedged. "Which is why I'm the only one to attend these meeting the next couple of weeks."

Her brow furrowed. "The king doesn't handle stuff like that?"

"He does which is why I'm here." He focused on her eyes. "The king is the only one to handle the approval for trade agreements and maintaining friendly relations with other countries."

"Then why isn’t he..." She burst into laughter. "You really had me going there for a moment." She shook her head at him. "Nice try, but no king travels alone on highways in a Nissan Altima."

"I do when I want to appear a regular man." He explained.

"Because isn't that royalty is all about?" She giggled some more. "Living life as a middle class man."

"I'm sincere." He argued. "I really am the King of Cordonia."

Her laughter died. "And just when I thought you weren't mentally unhinged." She sighed while picking at her piece of blueberry pie. "I knew you were too good to be true. No man can be both selfless and handsome without a few screws loose."

Liam's elation she found him attractive caught him by surprise. It wasn't that other women had not said similar to him at various functions. It was that he actually felt attracted to her too.

"I can prove I'm the king."

"How long have you believed you were king?" She asked. "Any chance you've thought you were someone else at one time? Napoleon Bonaparte? King Tut?"

He snorted on his laughter. "I've been king for over six years now. The rest of my life was spent as a prince."

"Uh huh." She poured them each another cup of coffee. "Guess that explains why you weren't banned from the palace for playing soccer."

"It is my home." He pointed out.

"Sure it is." She patted his hand. "And I'm sure you're the best king out there who knows how to change a tire."

"I only know because my best friend taught me." Liam explained. "He was one of the few people in my life who did not allow me to become a spoiled prince."

"Right." She smiled at him. "It's been great and all." She reached into her purse for her wallet. "And I do thank you so much for your help with the flat tire, but I should go."

"You don't believe me?" He asked.

"I believe you believe it." She said cautiously.

Liam quickly pulled his phone out and handed it to her. "Look up Cordonia."

"Just because you think you're a king doesn't mean you can order me around." Her eyes narrowed in warning. "Besides, I wouldn't use your phone. You'd probably have me looking at some doctored photos of yourself."

"Forgive me I didn’t mean to make it sound like a command." Liam ran a hand through his hair. "I've never met anyone who didn't believe I am who I say."

"First time for e everything, huh?" She hesitated when she saw his disappointment. "Fine." She searched for her phone. "I'll play along if you find our waitress. I'm going to need more pie as I research you."

He grinned while doing as she asked.

Autumn wandered of it was because it was the middle of the night that made her sit here with some guy claiming to be--

"No!" Her eyes darted from the images of King Liam of Cordonia to the Liam sitting at her table. "You're really a king?!"

"Would you care for another slice of blueberry or a different type of pie?" He asked with a bright smile.

"Blueberry." Her jaw was still dropped.

"Another slice of blueberry please for the lady and I'll have a slice of apple."

"Why on earth are you traveling lone highways in Maryland?" She asked when their waitress left.

"I flew in to New York for a few meetings with U.N. representatives. Our representative is new to her job and I wanted to encourage her." He explained. "Then I suppose I caught a bit of wanderlust from my brother and wanted to drive down to D.C." He took a bite of his new slice of pie. "It's rare I am able to convince my security team to let me out of their sight, but there are times when I like to be alone with my thoughts."

"I guess you have a lot of people demanding your time." She conceded.

"I do, which is why I make time for the people and activities that are important to me." He looked up at her. "Experience has taught me how fleeting time can be and we should make the most of every moment we are given."

"I like that." She cut into her slice with her fork while scrolling through images of Cordonia. "A lot of people get so easily wrapped up in their work and don't realize that they are missing out on so much more."

"Are you one of those people?"

Autumn paused chewing to consider his question. "Sometimes. I can get so wrapped up in a project and shut out the world going on around me." She shrugged. "Then something happens to shake me back to reality."

Liam grinned when it hit him that his being confirmed king had not changed the way she spoke to him.

As if reading his thoughts, her fork clattered on her plate. "I can't believe you really are a king." Her head tilted as she studied him. "You really don't act like how I imagine one would."

Liam folded his arms on the table and leaned forward. His bright blue eyes held her gray ones. "How should I act?"

She snorted. "For one thing you wouldn't have stood out in the pouring rain to change a tire."

"Aren't fairy tales filled with princes rescuing damsel in distress?" He countered.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "It isn't like you slayed a dragon."

"According to your imagination, what should I have done in that situation?" He countered, delighted with her not putting him on a pedestal.

"First off, if you were on a," she made quotation marks with her fingers, "road trip, you'd probably be in a limo since your private jet is tucked away in a hangar somewhere."

"But then I would have a driver and thus not able to be alone." He reminded her.

"True." She propped her chin on her hand and smiled. "We'll forget the car then since you are chivalrous and in need of a break." She gestured with her free hand around the diner. "A king wouldn't come her, happily order food, nor be willing to sit here for hours listening to some girl talk about museums."

"Why not?" Liam asked. "He could have been hungry since he had been lost for a while."

"I guess that's a reasonable possibility." Autumn muttered.

"And if he wanted to know more about the damsel he rescued, then shouldn't he be at least willing to remain here with her?"

"Maybe." She forced herself to look away from him. "Then again, maybe this is a night for things out to the ordinary to happen." She asked their waitress for their check.

Autumn shushed his arguments, insisting on paying for his meal.

At that moment, Bastien and some guards walked in.

Liam's eyes widened. "Bastien? How did you find me?"

"We have a tracker on your phone, your majesty." He explained. "We really need to get you to Washington. You have an early morning of..."

Liam tuned him out and focused once more on the lady he had met tonight.

"It's my fault." Autumn spoke up. "I wanted to thank Liam with some pie for his help earlier."

She stood up and held her hand out. “Thank you again for helping me.”

Liam pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Autumn."

"I..." She could feel her entire body blush with that simple touch. "I'm happy to have met you too, Liam." She grimaced. "I mean, your majesty. Should I curtsy?"

He chuckled. "Just Liam with no curtsey is fine."

"Liam no curtsey." She winked at him. "Nice name for a king." Nodding farewell toward his guards, she slipped out of the restaurant.

Liam watched her drive off from one of the windows.

He wondered if he had just met the one.

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Hey! Congratulations on 200 followers, your writings and OC are amazing and you deserve all of them! I hope that there is still a slot for the OC thing, I'd really love to hear your reactions and perhaps your OCs' reactions 🥰 I would throw all of them if I could, but for now I'll just give Icree's page: succulentsunrise(.)tumblr(.)com/icreepage. It has her tag also linked if you want more aesthetic info!

Thank you very much, Sun! And don't worry, the event only recently started and I haven't been promoting it as much as I should so there's still slots available.

I never really thought of including my own ocs' reactions to other people's characters for a profile response but since you asked for it, I'll include it at the end.

Okay so, looking at Icree, the image of her, I do like the two-colored hair. The red and white gives me peppermint vibes which fits with her bright and bold personality. Also, the volume of her hair just adds to that bold feeling she gives off.

The "new money" detail about her family is interesting. We have so many characters in Black Clover from noble houses but we rarely get any specific details about the noble houses. Knowing the Papillos are relatively new in noble society isn't much but it's more than what we normally get.

I guess we can call Icree a social butterfly, huh? ... I'll leave now.

Well it's a good little joke on the sly. She's a nice addition to the few, genuinely friendly nobles we've met in the series. While plenty of the nobility we see (mostly as Magic Knights) aren't complete jerks, plenty still have the haughty air to them which Icree lacks. I think it's fine that Icree will try different strategies for befriending people but perhaps that could come back to bite her if someone wanted to claim she's disingenuous in those moments.

It's good to see a noble who's sociable while still being a little bossy. Seems like it'd be an easy habit to fall into if one is used to being able to ask servants to do things for you. I'll bet Icree isn't stern or malicious about her bossiness either, probably very assertive and maybe a bit pushy. Even if they're being positive or encouraging about it, a person who insists on people doing certain things then asked will likely come off as pushy. Not a bad thing, just another aspect of who she is.

Butterfly Magic sounds interesting and the spells in Icree's profile fit the aesthetic. I do like the use of monarch and viceroy butterflies, given how similar in appearance they are.

Regarding characters I want to see her interact with... Perhaps Klaus because he's an affectionate and caring guy but tends to pull himself back for the sake of looking proper. Icree could help him loosen up. Also Julius, I'm always a sucker for Julius being around people who would enable his love for magic and whom he could enable as well. And even if they're not from the same universe, Shinobu from Demon Slayer because they share the butterfly aesthetic but while Icree is very genuine, Shinobu is... less so and I'd like to see them clash.

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OC Reactions

Lorelei: If she's into studying magic, she and I would surely get along. And I'd love to help research her own spells.

Irene: She, and her whole family, is quite admirable. They work hard to be good to one another and the people around them. We need more people like that in society.

Selen: She's one of the better nobles in Clover. I don't get how people can dislike someone friendly like her. They're really stupid for that.

Helia: Oh, imagine the two of us making a butterfly garden with my Flora Magic and her Butterfly Magic! I think it'd be gorgeous!

Josele: I don't recall meeting her before leaving the Grey Deer. I hope I didn't have any poor interactions with her.

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Cheeky Minx || John Shelby x OC

//Welcoming the New Recruit//

"Makenna Aoife MacTavish, A.K.A. Makenna Muldoon; Duchess of Glenbrook, Aged 23

Served at the Somme as a field nurse and,"

The man before me takes a pause and looks up at me in faux surprise, as if the information on the paper he's gawking at isn't exactly why he's come seeking me out, and then continues in an almost condescending manner;

"Hm... and soforth was awarded title as Duchess and Sole Proprietor of Glenbrook Estates and Enterprises in Boston for her acts of valor.," He pauses again to throw down the file he was reading and light himself a cigarette.

I take in every detail, knowing that this meeting can end up only one of two ways, and assess the scenario. Tilting my head slightly and leaning back into the armchair in front of his desk, I cross my legs; his eyes glance from his ministrations with the box of matches he's holding and zip down to my left thigh where one strip of honeyed milk lies perfectly exposed between my black leather garter holster and my thigh-high nylon stockings.

I see the slight glint of mirth cross his steel blue eyes as he catches my not-so-subtle warning and continues to light his cigarette. I watch as he pulls his drag, the way his fingers just barely drape the stick of tobacco between them without effort, the way his eyes study mine, the way his free hand keeps switching between his knee and the top of the desk.

'A gangster like this doesn't get nervous over one woman with a snubnose purse pistol... Who is he waiting for?'

"I'll take one, while your at it." He smirks at this, and goes to hand me the one he's smoking. It's my turn to smirk, as I nod to his pack.

"A new one, if you don't mind." He raises his eyebrow, but nevertheless, complies. As I lean forward to take the cigarette, he lights another match and lights it for me, leaning over his desk so I don't have to.

'A gentlemanly gangster, not too hard on the eyes either.,' I admit to myself, studying his sharp features and piercing eyes.

Finally, after what seems like ages of simply sitting across and analyzing eachother, he continues.

"You're titled Duchess of Glenbrook but the common people call you Miss Kenna. You have 15 bars, 2 breeders farms, a horse track and 27 plots of real estate, and that's just in London alone. Glenbrook Estates is what, a mansion? And it says here you have 3 vacation homes as well." He scoffs and throws the file down on his desk.

"Well, let's get on with it, Mr. Shelby, as you well know, I'm a busy woman.," My voice is far too suave for my liking, but the situation calls for a little theater. "I would assume you called me here for a reason, this is hardly the place for a business meeting with someone of my status."

I sound like a proper posh cunt, and it seems as if he's taking the bait as he groans out a sigh and leans back into his chair. He lifts a hand to rub his temples, and then slams his fist on his desk in a motion so fast and loud, I was almost startled.

Almost.

He seems unfazed my lack of reaction, and continues on.

"Let's not pretend like you don't know what I want. You have influence all over, spies everywhere, and a very high standing. Everyone knows who you are. Nothing happens without you knowing about it.-"

"-As if I don't already know that-" I snappily interject.

"And I want your men, and your cooperation when we take over London. You're the most untouchable woman in all of North America. If you tell someone not to fuck with us, they won't. And those that do, you have ways of making it so they never existed."

I frown, sinking into the armchair infront of his desk once more and taking a long drag of my smoke.

"I see."

For the next few minutes we simply stare at eachother while we finish off our smokes, picking, analyzing, contemplating. Finally, after he offers me the crystal ashtray to put out, I appraise him and ask one simple question.

"What do you want from me?"

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It's been 2 months since my meeting with Thomas Shelby at his gambling den, and 6 days since our last correspondence.

"Pack what you can in a suitcase and my men will come to collect you on Thursday. You're not safe."

No explanation, no reasoning, just that little tidbit over the phone while gunshots rang true and the sounds of men fighting grumbled in the background before he abruptly hung up. And since Thursday had come and gone the day after the call, I had resorted to relieving all of my staff save for my most trusted.

The only ones left on premises were my gate guards, my doormen, and my butler amd personal guard Carleton, who had only worked for me for 2 years but I was rather well aquanted with. We had hit it off rather well, and I considered him more friend than staff. He was a tall, broad shouldered Jewish man with a scruffy, large beard and bright eyes that reminded me of a child's, with a contradictory scowl that would make a grizzly piss himself.

Initially after receiving the warning, I had brushed it off without care. Being hunted was nothing new to me after all, being a woman who had served in the war and in other more internal battles of politics. But this was different.

I remember after the call I had snorted in laughter, summing it up as a joke and continuing on with my day. I had been untouchable, faceless and anonymous since the war. Only the most internal government files and most skilled intelligence organizations even knew what I looked like, let alone my real name. That was what had led me to agree to take up business with Thomas in the first place. But 2 months into business with the bloke and I show up to my race track to find every single one of my employees and horses shot and beat to hell.

Since then, I had taken to locking myself in my art studio with my easels and paints to distract myself; though it did little to nothing to soothe my racing mind. For the millionth time in just that day, I wondered why I wasn't safe, I wondered if Thomas and his Blinders had been picked off by their enemies, I wondered if my name had been let slip by one of his lackies in a braw deal that ended badly. I couldn't understand how I had gone from being untouchable, to going into hiding.

The only constant in each equation was none other than Thomas Shelby, and I made a mental note to tear him a new asshole when I got the chance.

I gave a start, knocked from my thoughts as Carleton entered with my afternoon tea, and my paintbrush skewed off stroke.

"Oh, fuck." I swore crassly, looking around my desk to find the paint I had used on the background to cover my mistake; not noticing my butler's sarcastic and smug grin over my classless use of vulgarity.

"Your tea, and lunch, Miss Muldoon." He presented my tray with grandiose show of putting it on my desk and lifting the cover to reveal my tea and what looked to be ladyfingers and some sort of meat sandwich. I didn't care, I was starving and anxious, so I sat and ate, thankful for the distraction.

"Don't be so smug, Carleton, I'm going mad up here." I complained as I ate, gesturing around me. "That smug bastard Shelby is going to pay for this. I've lived so comfortably until now."

"Speaking of, madam, you received a telegram."

"Oh bother, burn it."

"It seems important, ma'am. It mentions the race track."

At this I lean back to look over at him, he's moved clear halfway across the room to speak, and he's shifting his weight and wringing his hands. I sigh, and wave him on. He reads it out slowly, and I "tsk" in disappointment.

"You haven't been practicing," I chastise him, pulling a "give it here" motion with my fingers and taking the telegraph from him as soon as he's close enough. "Have you even read any of the practice books I've given you?"

"...No, ma'am, it's more difficult when you're not helping."

I glance at him with an incredulous look.

"That's no excuse, and you know it." I say, finally taking a moment to look at and read the telegraph in my hands, but it doesn't matter, because as soon as I go to focus, a gunshot resounds from outside the estate by the gates.

With a start, I get up and run to the window, moving the curtains to get a better view. I hear Carleton move the opposite way, closing the doors behind him as he leaves.

I continue to watch out the window, trying to see whats happening, though not to much success. The large fountain in my front garden is centre view from this room and all I can see behind it is a motorcar at my gate and my gatemen pointing their rifles at it. As I walk along the windows to try to catch a better view, I just barely see an arm come out the window of the motorcar with a piece of paper clutched in their outstretched hand before my gatemen move to unlock the gate and let the car through.

That's all I need to see to know.

The Peaky Blinders are outside my house.

(SO this will be a series based off of a slightly Mary-Sue character but it just is part of the story, please don't hate me for it lol. It'll make sense as to why she's this massive standing character later on. She's still a normal ass broad with hormones and issues so its okay lmfao. But anywhoooo, this is basically just a filler character intro to explain why Kenna is around and stuff. John will be in the next chapter, don't worry 😉 also my dumbass didn't proof-read this because its 6:00am and I NEED sleep. )

[sainadazai]

When your crush is angry all the time

Ch. 1

Something fun at an all girls school

Chapter 1

Something fun in an

✨all girls school✨

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"Alright, despite how much the staff have opposed the right for students to watch t.v. during school time....our principle believes that this is actually going to be informative. Now girls, students with all sorts of quirk and backgrounds can be accepted to U.A. I expect you all to respect the people on this t.v as your future colleagues. NO JOKES."

"Pst..wish she would just shut up so we can see the hot guys..." Maiyumi whispered to no one particular

"I know, I haven't seen a man since I got kidnapped last year."

"Most of us havent seen anyone since being kidnapped, or you know, FUCKING ARESTED!" Y/n whisper-yelled. She was still very pissed that even though, she was obviously kidnapped-and meant to be killed- the fucking police blamed her. Dad chalked it up to them being jealous, but y/n really wasn't having it. Imagine it's the third time you were kidnapped and tortured before the age of 16, and it was supposedly your fault. 

Technically, they could've arrested her for burning down the building two weeks later, obviously while empty, she admitted that was wrong. Still, they got what they deserved, and she got frozen yogurt from down the street. As she would say: now that's proper treatment after a kidnapping 😎

"L/n thats enough, we all know the story by now, and we do not need to hear it again"

"But you shoulda been there, the audacity of them to say I was working with those guys!?! Those villains were way below MY level. I mean c'mon, if I was a villain i'd be way cooler than those nobodies."

"Oh.my.god. y/n I love you, but shit up so we can watch hot U.A. boys fight each other!"

"Ms. Hitoka!Unacceptable, we are here to learn from our follow young heros, not sexualize them"

"I heard midnight is gonna be there," Katna whispered towards the group, front the back of the room. Mind you, she was in a position to pounce, considering, much like her classmates, she hadn't seen a boy in years. 

"MIDNIGHT IS SOOO HOT" y/n yelled, forgetting that their teacher was in the front cursing herself for not accepting that sugar-baby job, and never meeting these obnoxious and horny teens. 

"For FUCKS SAKE, JUST WATCH THE TV"

As the teacher yelled all heads turned to face her and ignore their previous conversations. Y/n and Maiyumi had grown soft smiles, finally welcoming back the teacher they know and love. 

You see, LADY STATIC was an ex-pro hero, her quirk was projection. She could pick up any video signals from any device and project exactly what the device was seeing, or playing. She called all cameras her bitch....several times. So, as far as teaching went, she could only last a couple of minutes of seriousness in the beginning of class each day, before she erupted in a fit of lewd comments, brags, and most importantly curse words.

The black screen of the tv suddenly turned on revealing the large stadium that must be where the festival would take place. Y/n didnt really want to watch, it made her kind of sad knowing there were kids out there with the energy to try at something so dumb. A competition where you stay within grade, with supervision, and limits, and rules, and no real risk. It all sounded boring to her. She would either want to sit in bed eating and watching anime, or actually feel something. 

The idea of a battle where you aren't risking your life seemed pretty dull to her. See...y/n along with her best friend maiyumi, was an adrenaline junkie. Those two were the biggest non-villain troublemakers the world has yet to see. 

Finding it fun to jump off bridges, run across intersections, and fight each other with no rules or precautions. After living a life where most people you meet want you dead, and most of your life has just been trauma, everything gets more and more boring. Until you don't even mind risking your life just to feel something. 

However, what y/n did feel, very frequently, was horny. She wouldn't lie and say that she has indulged in some things, despite there being only girls in her private hero academy. However, she craved men, simply because they were something she hadn't had yet. So in the nature of being royalty, if she hadn't had it, she wanted it.

"..booo"

"How could say that, you meant to be representing our school"

"Not my fault the rest of you are just stepping stones to my victory."

Y/n finally focused back on the screen, she was seeing a very up close image of a blonde boy with red eyes, this being the first man she saw since the police 5 months ago. Her eyes lit up, and sub-consciously her body started to glow different colors. Shifting as quickly as the Led lights in her dorm. 

"Mind your quirk princess" Saina, the class grump-who lowkey crushes on y/n- sneers. 

"Aww, sorry, thanks for reminding me daddy" Y/n responded, feigning innocence but still not breaking eye contact with the screen. 

She mentally focused on subsiding her quirk, but it took awhile for her to completely stop glowing. 

Once she was y/n watched the first parts of the festival, noting exactly what that blonde boy was doing. Not without checking out some of the other students. Obviously, but something about those red eyes had her enticed. So she made sure to focus on him. 

As she watched she learned that his quirk was fire, and he used it very differently than she did. She scribbled down a random note about it to make it seem like she was studying and trying to improve herself. Then, focused back on every intricate curve of his face instead. How he scowled, he really looked angry, but being one of those U.A. kids, she couldn't help but doubt he really had anything to be angry about. 

Soon the girl found herself imagining him in some sort of serious situation, what could make somebody so angry? 

And before she knew it, his fighting figure disappeared from the tv as an image of midnight replayed him, announcing that he had one his fight. The last fight wasn't it? Meaning that the rage boy must've won the whole thing. y/n really wasn't impressed, obviously he was only fighting other U.A. students. How hard could that be? However, she was excited that he won for some reason.

While y/n watched him she couldn't help but wish she was the one fight. Oh to be punched by that man.  Every kick he would throw sent goosebumps down her body. Plus when he used that quirk, shit was it hot. Pun intended. Fire seemed like such a simple quirk, but simple works best. That  last fight against Todoroki, that excited her. 

See, y/n liked adventures away from the school ground, and since she could fly..well. She knew Todoroki.  He was always considerate enough not to be weirded out by her when she would sneak into his house, her parents knew his dad well, so she pretty much only knew that one place.  He was logical and so he understood that she isn't really perverted, she simply hasn't seen boys in a very long time.  Todoroki figured if he hadn't seen a female in three years he might become more fond of them as well. 

"Now lets award the metals" 

She looked up at the screen to see a podium holding the winners and runner ups. Atop it was the boy, he was announced as Katsuki Bakugou. He was chained to the post and attacking the air, and y/n found this insanely hot. She assumed that since Todoroki hadn't given his all, that boom boom might be upsetting. However, she never expected to see this beautiful sight on the tv screen of her classroom. The sight was stuck in her mind for days. 

She thought about it during dance class. 

She thought about it during quirk training. 

She thought about it during lunch.

During "sleepovers"

During missions with her boss - gang orca

During meeting with the principle

Even during visit time with her parents. It was then she decided she had to do something about it. Now, even though most girls at her school looked down upon U.A. the parents and staff didn't. For the girls it was about how truly jealous they were that those students, even with lesser power, would get to become heros. While us here, would become noblewomen, or princesses or be married off into other famous quirk families.

Y/n only was jealous because her mother spent more time with U.A. students than with her and her brothers. Seeing her mother was midnight, yes, the pro-hero. While that sounds cool, it isn't. Her mother and father dated for 1 month before getting married on a whim. Her father being a prince was something mom always described as FUCKINZg SEGGSYYY. Yes, you could blame midnight for y/ns horny behaviors. 

Unfortunately for midnight, royal quirks don't mix with other quirks. None of her children have her quirk. Her daughter has Elementus total control, her middle son has Elementus manipulate, and youngest son has Elementus transform. So she is left with a 7 year old that can turn himself into water if he doesn't want to get in trouble....yeah. So that at home life was strange...

"Mom, dad, I wanna be hero"

"Bullshit, no you don't bahaha"

"I do, mom"

"Why"

"Dad, I wanna help people you know, like mom does. I wanna make the world better instead of just becoming a queen and sitting in a house all day." Y/n lied, she would love to sit around doing nothing while her rich, king husband did all the work. Then she could just eat and watch anime and be unbothered. However, in the moment, y/n forgot about her dream future. All she wanted in that moment was to see boom boom everyday. yuh, I said it..boom boom.

"Babe, she has a fair point...plus its not like chiyo can do anything with his quirk"

"What do you mean?! CHiyo's quirk is so cool dad, one time he took all the oxygen out of my bod and then I couldn't do anything, it was so cool!"

"see...."

"Yea,yea i see"

"My love, can't you just recommend her to U.A. so you can keep an eye on her. We both knew she was destined to be a hero at some point."

"Uhm. Babe. She only wants to go so she can see boys."

"What?!My princess would never, you heard it, she wants to help people. Our sons would never say such things, we should proud, love"

"Honey, she is lying."

"No, I'm not a mom, I could care less about boys. All the girls at this school can do the same things, if not better. "

"Y/N! I love you so much my precious horny little fuck"Her mother sprang up from her seat and embarrassed her. 

"I can't believe this is my life.." dad sighed. 

"But yeah, that proves your point honey, if she is gay then she must mean it. Yayyy. N/N is coming to school with meeee!!"

"I- yeah mom."

[lost-and-afraid-botanist-babe]

Hi guys, I'm honestly so sorry for being so inactive. It truly wasn't my intention to just start this blog up and then leave it in the dust, but between my depression, work, and just personal issues in general, I haven't even been able to finish a few projects for this blog that I desperately wanted to do. Gifts for others, or just my followers in general. So, in order to remain at least a little active I'll go ahead and post this, a dbd survivor oc I had in the works. I'm also still working on the killer that will come with her.

Meet Bîna.

Bîna, otherwise nicknamed "Bee" for the fact that foreigners had trouble pronouncing her name, came from a not-so-wealthy home. Her father had moved from New Delhi, India, to a small but advancing village in Greenland. There he met her mother, and Bîna was born.

She worked hard night and day, keeping ahead of her class in studies, but having her struggles just like any other student. Most emotionally, due to growing up in a poor household. Eventually, her father fell ill when she entered her senior year of highschool, and in order to pay for his medicine and keep the family afloat, bîna had to drop out. She worked odd jobs, paid under the table, and eventually settled for working on a construction crew without proper hire. When she was found out by the main manager and his team, instead of being tossed out, they found she had showed a bit of talent in more than just construction. With her skills, she won a spot on the crew and was brought on properly, giving her fair pay. Over the years she was promoted, but it still wasn't enough money to cover the treatments her father needed. Bîna decided she would take an offer she had been given to head a crew out on a lowly populated island in order to set down grounds for a new site. A brand-spanking new resort.

The young girl was now a young woman, she was quite determined and didn't care how hard the job would be. Her family was her family, and from day one they had done everything they could to care for her. Now it was her turn. Months in, when they had cleared out the area and set down the skeleton of the place, she found herself there alone. It was late, moon shining overhead and providing plenty of light along with the powerful floodlights that were stationed out around the place. Reviewing the blueprints time and time again, tweaking some stuff here and there, she had decided to take a break out at one of the natural, deep pools that would more than likely be a popular attraction. It was pitch black below the rippling waves, and the pool sat guarded from sight by several trees and tropical brush. Bee sat at the edge, pant legs rolled up and kicking her legs in the water.

A loud splash broke the quiet of the night.

Morning came, and when the crew returned, there was no sight of Bîna. There was barely a trace that she had been there, besides the paperwork that sat out in the open at the site.

WELP there she is. Sorry if it's not very interesting! But I'll do another intro for her later. One with her perks, and maybe a comic like I did for Claudette. Asks aren't open for this character yet, but will be soon.