#and give me so much motivation to write

[loverhymeswith]

i love all your works, the way you write the JK characters is very true to them (especially Holder, lol love him). although your Rick Flag fics are very special to me - he was a first JK character i saw! especially ''Tis the Season', it was such a heartwarming series ❤️but lately I've been rewatching For All Mankind and it reminded me of your 'a Sky Full of Stars' which was also very close to my heart - do you plan on writing a third part? 🥺 sending all the love xx

Thank you so much, Anon 🥹 I can't tell you how much this means to me. You have truly made my day 💕💕💕

Holder is one of my favourite characters to write for. I love trying to capture his voice, and I'm glad all the characters come across as true.

Rick Flag is very special to me, too. He was the first character I wrote for and 'Tis the Season is one of the most enjoyable series I have written. I missed writing it so much that I went back and added the extra chapter 🥰

I always intended to write a 3rd and final chapter of A Sky Full of Stars, and in fact, I already have it all planned out. Knowing there is still interest in this story gives me a lot of motivation to finish it, so thank you!!! Watch this space!

Sending all the love right back ❤️

[eddiethebrave]

secret admirer part twenty-six

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Steve studies Eddie’s sketches with a frown. They’re thumbnails of people in different positions, and Steve can’t help but compare them to his own. Perhaps he simply has to come to terms with the fact that he’ll never be a good artist. He thought he was improving, given all the time and effort he’s putting into the portraits, especially Eddie’s, but no. He still sucks.

The point of the assignment wasn’t to make the drawings good - only to provide a quick recap on anatomy. Still, though, Eddie’s are good. And Steve’s… Well, at least Steve isn’t going to get a poor grade (because that’s frowned upon when the student tries their best).

The figures on his paper are unproportionate and vaguely unsettling, like his art tends to be.

“They can’t be that bad, Steve,” Eddie says, naively.

Steve had unthinkingly shielded his paper from the other teen - a habit he’d picked up from the project, and when Steve had asked, Eddie had handed his own over passively because he’s a fucking art prodigy, apparently.

Steve slumps in his seat and places his paper in front of Eddie. He hadn’t even pushed to see it. Not once. Now, he picks it up and studies the sketches for a solid minute, brows furrowed in concentration. 

Steve’s frown deepens considerably. He’s beginning to regret handing it over for judgment. Eventually, though, Eddie sets the paper on the table and looks up to make sure he has Steve’s attention before he issues his verdict. As if Steve’s attention is ever directed elsewhere.

Once assured Steve’s eyes are on him, Eddie picks up his pencil and hovers over the paper with the eraser aimed at it. “May I?” he questions. 

Steve huffs. "Sure. ‘S not like they can get any worse," he mutters, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. Eddie erases things here and there. Steve thinks he's about to begin fixing the drawings, but he simply straightens and slides the paper over to Steve. He leans in close and points to one of the places he had erased. "Okay, so...” 

He continues to suggest ways Steve could make them look more like the references. 

At the end of class, Steve actually feels better footed - ready to finish up his portraits. He's almost done with his own, actually, and he only needs a few more things until he'll be satisfied with Eddie's. 

The bell rings and Steve turns to make plans with Eddie only to find the teen already looking at him expectantly. "Uh, my place?" Steve suggests. It's only fair after Eddie had hosted on Monday. 

Eddie nods in acknowledgement. "Sounds good, Stevie."

Steve clears his throat, trying not to let it show that he’s aware his face has begun to flame with the arrival of the nickname. 

Stevie. 

It's not like it's unprecedented, people have called him Stevie here and there for as long as he can remember.

It feels different coming from Eddie, though. Makes him feel special.

"You wanna follow my car, then?" Steve asks, standing from his seat finally. 

Eddie levels him with a look that's hard to interpret. "Bold of you to assume the entire school doesn't know where your castle is, Mr. Keg King." 

Right, he'd forgotten about the parties. 

Steve scratches his check. "Huh, right. Meet you there?”

Eddie agrees and Steve finally takes his leave. 

Hours later, when dismissal has rolled around, Steve is trying to remember what state he'd left the house in that morning.

He doesn’t go to his locker even though Eddie’s library book - which he’d picked up yesterday - is in his locker and he’d wanted to grab it for tonight. He's trying to avoid Tommy. He knows his friend will just act like nothing ever happened. And to him, nothing did. He's probably forgotten already, honestly. 

Steve doesn't forget - he never does.

He goes straight to his bimmer and unlocks and opens the door, but as he’s about to descend into his seat, a hand claps him on the back and he straightens again. 

So, Tommy's found him anyway. Great.

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[wickjump]

im gonna start posting fanfic recs btw whenever i find good ones. both here and my (awfully barren) 18+ account. because there are so many good fics out there with so few hits and fewer kudos and sometimes no comments period and it SUCKS because i REALLY LIKE THEM A LOT.. and i hope that by linking them here and yelling at everyone to COMMENT DAMMIT they might actually do it

seriously though any comment means a lot. most people who read a fic don’t even give a kudos. even if the fic wasn’t top tier, if you didn’t dislike it, hand over some kudos!! and if you liked it, comment!!!! even if the comment is one singular heart emoji it will be appreciated. if the comment just says “great fic!” the author will be happy. your comment doesn’t have to be this long winded gushing or analysis.

so many authors quit writing or lose motivation because the comments are few and far in between or just sometimes nonexistent. trust me when i say authors don’t care about how long or cool or smart sounding your comment is i promise!!!

i hope that mmmaybe recommending fics and telling people to comment might help fics i really like get more support maybe. and i, points at you reading this, hope that you will listen!!!at least a little….at least sum kudos….

[shishi-neraoiba]

finally managed to doodle the hot rod guy from the mecha au by @keferon

He is so fun

Like I want to draw him in every fun and dynamic position possible

I vehemently think he have to jump in the most limb bending eye catching pose everytime, just because he can, it's my own very personal headcanon belief that is dear to me

I am currently in the middle figuring out how to draw his mecha dancing to bye bye bye send prayers pls ( and the lost light Titan trying and failing too if I can add him )

[yamishika]

Jellal & Erza : Lilium / Death Of Innocence

Pure white lilies once untouched by scare and sin

Now bathe in blood and are soaked from within

Their fragile petals have become bruised and worn 

Marking the place where innocence has been trampled and torn

Sweet laughter no longer lingers here 

Just the looming shadows that speak of fear 

The scarlet stains, an unmoving mark 

Forever reminding of the chains that kept them bound in the dark 

The lilies scream their silent cries 

Of dreams undone beneath lightless skies 

Each drop of red, a memory slain 

And haunting reminders of a past that never lets them break from their chains

Once soft as dawn, their beauty has bled

But neither are they allowed to rest amongst those forgotten or dead 

Yet the blood stained lilies continue to bow in grief 

Whilst watching the promise of innocence being swept away like a falling leaf

Darkness still surrounds yet they stand, though bent and torn 

Eternally mourning the life that could have once been born 

With each scarlet stained petal, and through every lamenting sigh

The death of our innocence only continues to pass on by..

[lycorim]

Re: requests if you ever have time I would so love to see your Asha and Theon! i was so intrigued by their dynamic in Crosswinds Rising!

Sharing scathing goss about all of these swagless hoes

[itspileofgoodthings]

I don’t even fully know why but “what do I do when I miss you so much?” / “Just wait, and pray desperately” was a knife to my heart in the best way.

[microwave-core]

If I asked you to give me some wedding Leon headcanons, would you? Pretty please 🥺

This is from July 4th I'm so sorry anon. Leon wedding headcanons be upon ye.

Jesus I wrote this in my drafts and hit save and it didn't immediately update and I just thought I lost it and would have to rewrite it

Alright, first things first. Leon wants a small, private wedding. More than half of his life has been spent in the spotlight. Privacy is a rare commodity for him, and he'll fight tooth and nail to keep the most important day of his life hidden from the public eye. It's about him and you, baby, not about the paparazzi or tabloids.

The guest list will be small, just family and friends. Probably in a small place in the countryside, away from the public's prying eyes. He's a farm boy at his core, reconnecting with his roots.

Despite his desire for privacy, it's only a matter of time before pictures get out. The public already knew about your engagement, and are incredibly disappointed that they won't be privy to, what they describe as, the wedding of the century. Thankfully for them, a certain social media addict is in attendance-

Yeah, Raihan ends up leaking photos from your wedding. It's not on purpose, prommy. It's expected, and as much as Leon wants his privacy for just one day, he loves Raihan too much to cut him from the invite list. Thankfully, the only photos that get out look good.

Honestly, Leon doesn't care that much about the décor. He knows his sense of style isn't... the best. He doesn't mind that fact, it's just how he is. He cares about getting married to you, that's all. He'll give his opinion when prompted, but he's more than happy to let you pick whatever you want. You could pick the gaudiest color scheme, the most abysmal floral arrangements, and the worst venue known to man, and he'd think it's perfect because it was all hand picked by you. Man is down bad.

Again, his only real input is having the ceremony at a small venue. Somewhere outdoors in the country side, or maybe in a barn. The specifics don't matter to him.

Raihan would definitely be his best man, followed by Sonia, his childhood bestie, and Charizard, because it's Leon what else do you expect. They hype him up, especially during the leadup to the actual ceremony. He won't admit it to you, but he was sweating bullets when waiting. He knows you love him dearly, but can't help but worry, you know?

In terms of attire, he dresses rather normally. Just a simple white suit, likely with a yellow tie. I saw someone headcanon yellow as his favorite color once, and it stuck with me. He even ditches his hat for the day, his hair instead braided elegantly.

You could literally wear a trash bag for your attire and he'd love you all the same. It doesn't matter how you're dressed-whether you wear a dress or suit, traditional or out there-he'll find you breathtaking all the same. He tries his best to hold back his tears when you walk down the aisle, only letting a few fall. He's so unbelievably lucky to have you.

The reception doesn't particularly matter to him, either. He does enjoy himself, being surrounded by the people that matter the most to him, around his loved one's without putting up a face for once. It's liberating for him, actually, but his eyes always find their way back to you, as if trying to sear your image into his mind.

Perhaps the best part of the whole event, aside from getting married to you, obviously, is the fact that none of his friends make fun of him for how hopelessly in love he is. On any other day, they would poke fun at him, teasing him gently for the warmth in his eyes and stupid grin that comes onto his face when he spots you, but his wedding day is different. He's more than allowed to think of nothing except for how much he absolutely positively adored you, on lookers be damned.

He's got two left feet when it comes to dancing. He's bad at it. Laughably so. And no amount of practice can truly fix that fact. He'll stumble, step on your toes a few times, forget the next steps more than once, but he can't be bothered to feel embarrassed about it. Slow dancing with you is a dream for him, makes it feel like there's no one else in the world but the pair of you. He might cry again, holding you in his arms, having officially tied the knot. Wipe away his tears with a gentle touch, and he might somehow fall for you even harder.

In general, Leon would pretty much let you do whatever you want for your wedding, both ceremony and reception. He doesn't care, tailor it to your preferences, it's already going to be the best day of his life, knowing you're happy with everything just makes everything so much better.

Your ring can be whatever you want it to be. Leon doesn't have a budget, no amount of money is too much for him, not when it comes to you. I imagine his ring would be pretty plain, a simple gold band. If he's still champion, he ends up taking it off fairly frequently, not wanting it to get dirty and smudged during battles. In his chairman era, it's on 24-7.

Make no mistake, though, he will let the public know how much he loves being your husband. If he had the choice, he would talk about you in every single interview, simply gushing with praise. No force on Earth could ever make him feel ashamed for loving you.

Similarly, the honeymoon can happen wherever you want. As long as he's with you, he's happy. He is restricted by time, however, he can't be gone for too long, unfortunately. You can stay in Galar, or go to any other region, to do any activity your pretty mind could dream of. (Although, if you asked him where he wanted to go, he'd probably say Alola.)

I can't promise he won't get into battles on the actual trip. I can actually almost guarantee that he will. He can't help it, battling is his passion in life. He does spend most of the time glued to your side, though, wanting to spend as much time with you as humanly possible before having to go back to the regular grind of life.

I do think Leon and Cynthia are a bit similar, hence why I think their weddings would be similar, with the shedding of tears at the altar and whatnot. That is to say, on your wedding night, you will be getting dicked down. Lovingly. Leon just wants to show you how much he loves you, and, after a long day surrounded by other's, professing his love directly to your face, the best way to do that is with his action. Specifically, action involving his dick-

[mushramoo]

Head cannon of Will and Henry's relationship?

OH IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED. Basically I see them as like super close business partners. Both of them are widowed (at least, that’s what I think based on lore) so they become like co parents for the kids. In my headcanon, Will was already pretty mad scientist-y before the fnaf events but became even more unethical after his kids died because, ya know, he’s like yeah I can definitely fix this.jpg (btw, not excusing him, I just like coming up with reasons for stuff cos Scott left us with crumbs ffs) so like after Will went sicko mode on Charlie, I don’t think Henry knew immediately that it was him but probably put it together after a few years (Will is canonically charismatic). I have been thinking of writing an AU where Will doesn’t end up killing charlie and him and Henry try to find a way to bring back the kids but idk I’m a lazy bastard ;;^^ but I am super interested in the dynamic between them. I think they probably ended up watching each others kids often because of their extreme hours and jobs (engineers and such) so the kids saw them as two Dads even if that wasn’t the case, it’s why I like to make it extra apparent that Charlie felt extremely betrayed because mf uncle stabbed her. Anyway yeah I really like writing even tho I’m ass at it thank you for letting me rant

[evaskjew]

Crying Evangeline

A first for me! I'd never dared take a reference pose and make it my own to do Evangeline, plus do the colouring (I'm really lost without a model, especially to do the shadows and the folds in the clothes). Apart from the arm proportions and hands, which are… passable, I'm quite surprised in a good way!

At night, when she sought refuge in her bed, tears often flowed uncontrollably. The pain of being excluded, rejected, and ignored gnawed at her from within. She tried to convince herself that it would eventually pass, that the others would forget about her, but with each passing day, the weight became harder to bear. In the morning, she put on a neutral mask, trying to keep her head held high, but the emotional exhaustion always caught up with her. She felt trapped in a spiral of suffering, unable to confide in anyone, having no friends. This insidious isolation, this venom slowly dripped by those around her, was destroying her little by little.

There was no respite, not even in moments when she should have felt safe, not even in the silence of the library. Evangeline spent a great deal of time there, reading, studying, and trying to clear her mind. But the weight of the stares and judgements followed her everywhere. The memories of those smirking smiles, those glances exchanged over her head, were etched into her mind, impossible to forget. They haunted her, and she couldn’t help but recall her daily life at Beauxbâtons, a life she would have preferred to forget and never experience again. Books, however, were still the most effective way she had found to distract herself. As soon as classes ended, she would rush to the library to find solace among the shelves of books. The familiar smell of paper made her feel safe, far from the judgements and mockery.

(Very small extract from what I'm still writing. Another extract I've post)

[krystaldeath]

Holy shit I wrote something. And it’s not just a random little thing (kinda-)!

This was a writing practice but I am very happy I actually wrote almost 2k words! So uh. Mayhaps read it, give it a kudos and comment? If you want ofc

[cloudcountry]

thank you to the three people that tagged me in the twst author spotlight ^^ irene, siren, and sapphy, thank you. i read what you said about me and i was very touched. i didnt think i would gain so many friends in such a short period of time, and you all deserve to be recognized for your contributions to the twst community!! :D

EVERYONE LOOK AT MY FRIENDS.

@tinyletterz, who has a beautiful soul and amazing writing. i've known her since my baby days on quotev writing for a fandom which shall not be named, and it's so such a pleasure being her friend. she writes twst x reader content and has a gorgeous series about flower languages that i think about a lot. thank you remy for helping me get accustomed to tumblr, you're the og!!

@shkrmpp, who was my first mutual that i'd never met before here. thank you for asking about jellyfish and being such a bubbly presence on my dash. shrimpy writes x reader content and creates adorable art!! their hair dye series with the leech twins is super cute and i find myself thinking about teh floyd part in particular very often ^^

@fukashiin, with the prettiest themes and the gorgeous art style. winou CONSISTENTLY writes absolute bangers that make me so giddy. this one in particular is one of my favorites, and her writing style reminds me of a soft summer breeze. she's such a bubbly person and its so fun talking to her, even if we don't talk often. ^^ she's one of the three people that keeps my deuce content afloat.

one could say many things about the beloved @hisui-dreamer!! from the way she adores her friends to teh way she writes, rinna is always soft and sweet. she radiates comfort and is such a soothing person, i feel so safe around her. she writes x reader content and every single piece is its own masterpiece. she's one of my closest friends on here and i wish nothing but the best for her every day.

@merotwst, who has a bucnh of adorable oc content (on @meromessy !!) and writes x readers!! ellie in on haitus right now takinga well deserved break. <3 but she writing is amazing and i am FLOORED whenever i see her art!!! it's literally so gorgeous and i don't understand how she does it. its crazy. how is so much talent in one person.

@siren-serenity is not only a lovely author of x reader content, but also a lovely friend. ^^ siren also has an oc named melody who is so cool!!!! she was the pastor at my wedding and fought TOOTH AND NAIL for that position LMAO love u renren!!! she really writes azul SUPER WELL and im so happy to have met someone so calm and soothing to talk to.

@officialdaydreamer00, aka nutmeg, is a rascal. an absolutely rascal but they're really the best. they have a yuusona with LORE and a bunch of really creative & cute events!! seriously nutmeg, nobody does it like you. if you want to see our favorite twst boys in strawberry dresses or recieve a pair of cute earrings, irene's blog is the place for you!!!

@the-v-lociraptor has STELLAR art. she was one of my firts mutuals on twst tumblr and i was terrified of talking to people but her vibes were very much "i am nice you dont need to be afraid" and sniffling scared me was like "OKAY I CAN TALK TO YOU" LMAO but yeah. she draws people so,,, full. thats the only word i can use to describe it. they just look s soft and alive and its really so amazing. i love her art so much!!

@siphoklansan is another artist!! i think about the art she drew from loona's heart attack with twst character weekly basically. it has been stuck in my brain since i started following her. sippy, its trully beautiful how you mix your culture and your art together. i remember you talking about it when you were drawing fairy gala stuff and it was just stunning. please keep doing what you're doing!! i hope your hiatus proves restful <3

@ceruleancattail is one of THE most creative writers i have ever met on this platform. every time i check out their account theyre talking about a new au or doing something different. they write x reader stuff and ar ethe biggest cater kisser ever (even if they wont admit it hehe!!) their writing is so refreshing, if that makes sense. their butler au is so goofy whaahwwahwah

@moonlit-midnight has the prettiest writing style :((( hannah is literally so sweet and it shows in everything you can find on this blog. THIS BLOG HAS PLATONIC FICS TOO!!!! DID YOU KNOW THAT?????? and even better, they're inspired by hannah's own friendships :((( literally the most wholesome thing. you can find x reader's here!!!

@iseethatimicy is an x reader writer and fellow azul kisser!!! she writes some really cute stuff for oour favorite silly little cephalopod AND AND AND AND HAS SOME OCS!!! THATA ARE SUPER COOL!!!!! shimiko and icy are both so cool and interesting 9EVEN THOUGH IM VERY SHIMIKO BIASED AAAAA I LOEV SIREN TROPES !!!!!)

@ryker-writes IS SO KIND. he gave me the sweetest set of flowers for his garden event :(( i still think about them and aaaaa i havent forgotten when he fought me over me being cool LMAO so goofy wahhwaawh!! HIS OC JAXON AND RIDDLE ARE LITERALLY SO CUTE :((( he writes x reader content & makes oc content!!!

@totallymem3 draws occasionally and omgggg meme's art is gorgeous. HAVE YOU SEEN HER DRAW AZUL. her art is so soft and its honestly adorable :(( meme is such a nice mutual too!!! like i met her on anon a while ago we've been besties ever since fr. HER ART REMINDS ME OF SPRING GO CHECK IT OUT PLEASE!!!!!

@z3llous is SO TALENTED!!!! another mutual that im liek WOW how do you exist??? he creates the most stunning twst fanart :((( THE OCTAVINELLE BIAS IIS SO REAL AND SO SO OBVIOUS BUT WOW.....WOW IS IT GOOD. zell is also a game developer and if you like cute little kitties and adventure games you should totally try it out here!!!

@cecilebutcher MAKES THE BEST OCS. creator of igor and saver of the universe. im not kidding igor saved the universe IDC WHAT YOU SAY ITS CANON TO ME. cece i sliterally the sweetest and soososososo creative i am eating up every crumb of igor content i get fed. OM NOM NOM. ofc junto is nice too and hes so sweet!!! GAHH you just put so much love and care into yoru ocs its so admirable :((((

@ang33333333l is another azul kisser that i became mutuals with a while ago!!! dolls love for sebek and azul is very sweet to see and her yuusona fauna is adorable too!! she also draws her yuu and characters sometimes!! :D she doesn't have a lot of oc content up on dolls blog yet but im looking forward to seeing more!! >:D

@leonistic deserves the most underrated writer of the year award. soru writes x reader content and is another super sweet mutual of mien (I KNOW IM SAYING THAT A LOT OKAY.) she writes aroace content and its literally feeds me. seriously. their aroace azul content makes me giggle and kick my feet and GAHHHHH !!! plus they have the patient to do matchups which is crazy and i love them for that ^^

@rains-asleep is the nickname master because he calls me straubs and thats such an adorable nickname :(((( HIS WRITING IS SUPER CUTE AND IT GIVE SME SO MUCH SEROTONIN (they write x readers btw!!!!!) they recently hit 500 followers (CONGRATS AGAIN!!!!!) and they also write for haikyuu, mha, genshin impact, and obey me!!!

@shinysparklesapphires is an artists that has a lot of cool ocs!! i believe navi was the first one i was introduced to and he's such an icon ^^ sapphy is also really into precure and produces a lot of content for the fandom!! i have yet to finish the precure series she recommended to me but its good so far and laura is the best so true!!

@datboredpencil has THE most STUNNING art. if you want idia x cater content this is DEFINITELY THE BLOG FOR YOU!!! each piece has so much love poured into it and i swear. YOURE ALWAYS LIEK "its a work in progress" BUT IT STILL LOTS SO LOVELY :((( YOUR USE OF COLOR IS JUST SO MUAH!!! CHEFS KISS!!!!!!! I ADORE IT

@twistwonderlanddevotee makes really pretty backgrounds!!! i actually used the isaac one she made for my private account AND ITS SO CUTE I LOVE IT I WANT TO EAT IT SWALLOW IT WHOLE MUNCH ON IT SHAKE IT AROUND LIEK A DOG TOY ANYWAYS. i am very normal about sofia's backgrounds. PLEASE GO CHECK THEM OUT its literally so unique?? like who else makes backgroudns liek sofia. Nobody.

@queen-shiba has an open inbox everyone!! you're welcome to send in requests!!! ^^ the queen of savanaclaw makes oc content for chuki, a really sweet kid taht deserves all the cookies in teh world :((( ALSO!!! she has an au for the tsavo man-eaters which is super cool!!! :O she passion for lions and tigers really is admirable and its nic eto see her talk about them :3

@beeirdos-buzzing-bogaloo has a gift when it comes to making ocs!! thule remains my favorite of the ones he has talked about because his design is just so neat!!! I LOVE THAT HIS NICKNAME FROM ROOK IS "MONSIEUR STARGAZER" :((( you have so many ocs that i havent even heard about yet...so im super curious to see what else you put out!!!

@dove-da-birb IS SUCH A GENIUS. they're one of my closests friends and their writing is SO BEAUTIFUL. they're also kidn of a little shit though so watch out /aff tehy write x reader content and draw sometimes, although i dont think theyve posted any of them. ^^ dove is SUCH a delight i promise you'll have fun every single time you talk to them. their energy is infectious and im genuinely really glad im the main target for their chaos. i would not have it any otehr way.

@ashipiko has such delicious art!!! the colors are always so vibrant and the way she draws is so unique. truly, a staple of both the twisted wonderland and as3! fandoms!! her energy is always upbeat and cheery, its hard not to smile when youre talking to her!! truly the biggest ace kisser on thsi platform (probably in the world too hehe)

@shyhaya writes for a myriad of fandoms!!!!!! hayami writes an azul thing for me that made me lose my mind IT WAS SO GOOD. PLEASE check out this blog. you wont regret it. requests are open!! ^^ even twst content aside, im sure you'll find something you like sich haya writes for so many fandoms!! talk about multitalented :3

@thehollowwriter has so many gems. quinn writes every character in twst so well, teh writing is so immersive and just ughhhh MUAH!!!!! every piece with azul in it is such a banger and it makes me giggle and kick my feet :3 LITERALLY THERE IS SO MUCH X READER FLUFF AND ITS ALL GOOD ITS A CRIME I DIDNT FIND THIS BLOG SOONER.

@cyath, who has some of the PRETTIEST art i have EVER seen. they draw stuff based on my fics all of the time and i adore it so much. examples of their art can be found here, here, here, and here. do you understand what i mean. do you get it. their art style is SUPERIOR and i ADORE IT!!!!!! they truly have so much talent like damn save some for the rest of us hello!!!!!

@crheativity writes twst x readers!! she's a beginner writer so PLEASE PELASE SHOW HER SOME LOVE!!! right nwo she has some heartslabyul content that i havent gotten around to reading yet but i am SUPER excited to go through them when i get the chance!!! rhea is super fun to talk to hehe <3

and lastly, @jade-s-nymph who organized this whole thing!!! rubia is on hiatus right now but i've seen some of her projects and a few of the things she's written and they're all really good!! there's a lot of x reader content on her writing blog and self indulgent nymphleech content on her personal blog :3

[tetzoro]

HAPPY HAPPY FRIDAY FRIENDZ !!!! we are so close to the weekend, just a little bit longer ! i’m sending out lots of good energy to everyone to make this day a good one <33

[theprincessandthepie]

replaying dragon age inquisition is just an exercise in “the rebel mages would not fucking do that”

[skrunksthatwunk]

idk if i've discussed it before (i have certainly THOUGHT about it) but someone on my kuwa suffering ep 89 comp mentioned it and i just had to go off about it like. ok. sensui tells yusuke something along the lines of "you heard itsuki" when itsuki's inside the uraotoko, implying that not only can sensui hear those inside the uraotoko, but that he expects yusuke to be able to as well. which means that yusuke Almost Certainly Heard And Kind Of Ignored kuwabara's prolonged mental breakdown and wailing about how much he needs yusuke to live etc. which. guHHH i hate him yusuke you ass but also listen.

the only acknowledgement yusuke gives to this (if any) is when he says something like "sensui you're sooo fucking cooked this plan's going perfectly (my friends are going to get strong and kill you when i die)." he's trash talking to sensui, ignoring the others because, i think, he doesn't want to acknowledge what he's doing to them.

yusuke is explicitly recreating the experience he had with kuwabara's "death" at the hands of toguro, complete with the announcement of intent (and power) to kill, the inability to impede the threat in any way (barring a power-breakthrough), and the target in some way racing towards/volunteering for their death. yusuke learns through doing, and through tough love-style approaches. it's only effective if it hurts. watching kuwabara die like that was devastating to yusuke, but it sure as hell fucking worked. he beat toguro because of that maneuver. so even if he has to (re-)traumatize his friends in the process, this method will make his friends stronger, and he feels confident in that. but he never had to live with the consequences of kuwabara's death, not really. that's something hiei makes clear before they enter the cave as well, that there are no fake-outs ready to make him or anyone else stronger. the only deaths here will be real. the only power gained will come at a high, permanent cost. hiei's warning is an attempt to keep everyone alive, to keep yusuke from being stupid. and then yusuke decides to take that fatality into his own hands, but it's kind of his friends who would pay the price. he's going to make them live through the days, months, years without him, the actual permanency of loss (assuming they survive for that long), something he never experienced with kuwabara (a new facet of that traumatic scenario), AND he's escaping the emotional fallout of this choice through death. he doesn't have to see them mourn, won't get yelled at, won't watch them fail to move on. he's tapping out and choosing to believe they'll be fine.

but i think he feels guilty. just a little. i mean, yusuke couldn't even believe that people cared about him enough to want him alive in episode one. he's staked everything on his friends, which means he still kind of... doesn't value his own life, at least not compared to theirs. but he believes his friends love him and want him around, and we know that because he has to, or else he wouldn't make a plan that depends entirely on that love. he is actively leveraging the care he doesn't think he deserves, trying to hurt them in a way he is intimately familiar with (only worse), for.... what, exactly?

this is kind of my sticking point tbh. i don't think the answer is... super clear, but let's start with what it's not.

yusuke is not doing this because it is the most practical way to save all of humanity; that would be the mafukan, which he stopped. it could be a gamble to save all of his friends? the mafukan strategy would guarantee koenma's death/eternal imprisonment, whereas this strategy gambles all of humanity on the chance that his friends come out of the Easy Break Oven strong enough to avert the end of the world. if the sacrifice of even one friend is completely intolerable, perhaps he'd accept those slim odds and their steep consequences. yusuke tends to take risks like that, especially when he's got fight-induced tunnel vision. he doesn't think things through too much; his schemes are usually dependent on surprising his enemy enough to oneshot them. truthfully, i think this is the closest we'll get to an answer, and it's a more conventional one for this kind of story. but there is another layer i haven't been able to get from my mind.

i think yusuke is gifting each of his friends an honorable warrior's death.

so, in case it needs saying, yusuke, kuwabara, kurama, and hiei all (at least once, if not several times) exhibit a desire to die in combat in a way they deem noble to give their lives purpose (usually by self-sacrifice, but sometimes by another metric of honor, like hiei's duel with shigure and his desire to die in mutual defeat against an evenly matched opponent; or even kurama's decision to fight shigure in his human form, displaying a sort of passive suicidality via placing being true to himself in this (somewhat symbolic/inconsequential) way over survival). they need to make their lives count for something, because they feel guilty for being alive (kurama and hiei feel guilty for their past actions (hiei's is most evident in his distance from yukina, though that's not its primary reason), hiei, kuwabara, and yusuke have all been ostracized and made to feel like burdens on/unwanted by their caregivers and general society; all four of them have felt profound isolation even from their loved ones (yusuke and hiei are rather obvious; kurama can never tell his mother about the majority of his life nor what she truly means to him in the context of it; and kuwabara is separated from his peers for his spiritual awareness and his "stupidity" (plus his parents aren't around? and he is Desperate to define manhood/manliness through a broader pop cultural one which includes the warrior sacrifice thing bc he has no male role models BUT that's for another post) (i will admit kuwa's the most tenuous one here irt isolation)). they want to die for a cause so badly it's actually physically painful to me. it is passive suicidality, and they define their lives and identities by their relation to, engagement with, and skill at doing violence, etc. they live to die by the sword. anyway. nobody talks about it but i think it's very important to understanding what yusuke's doing here.

because i think he knows that about himself and his friends. they're kindred spirits. at the very least he knows this about kuwabara, who literally made a speech about this before diving into toguro's fingers In The Event That He Is Recreating Explicitly. he is dying nobly like they all want to on the chance that they'll get to break out and fight sensui rather than dying without even getting to take a swing. it's about his pride and theirs. but i don't think yusuke necessarily believes they'll win. he knows better than anyone how strong sensui is, and how wide the gap is between sensui and team urameshi. his stated position that humanity is doomed and that he doesn't care about its fate is, i think, not completely genuine, but if we take it at face value, he's not killing himself so that his friends can survive the end of the world. something's going to come around and kill them eventually. he's doing it so they can survive long enough to fight sensui. he needs them (specifically kuwabara) to be strong enough to free themselves to begin round two. but he's given up on their side winning, on humanity surviving, on his own victory---why should he think his friends are capable of winning? this could be another case of yusuke's fight-blinders. it could be another gamble, more blind faith put in his friends. but honestly it reads more to me that yusuke's giving them a chance to die together on the battlefield. them winning would be great, but it's not his goal. it's a pipe dream.

he knows he's going to be killed. they're probably going to be killed, too. but to make it so they last a little longer against sensui, to make the odds a little more even, so they are killed not like livestock, but like worthy fighters, he'd die a little faster. it's the best kind of death someone like them can have; and he'll deprive himself of it just to make their ends a little sweeter. even if the road to that is far more bitter.

but it's not like yusuke's friends know what he's thinking or agree to it, and he can't exactly make his case for it in the moment. he's making that choice for them. whatever his intentions, whatever odds he thinks they have of beating sensui, he's kind of sealing all of their fates. so how the hell is he supposed to acknowledge kuwabara screaming at him not to die, trying desperately to express what yusuke means to him in what could be their final moments together? this plan is going to hurt his friends terribly. it is already doing so, and he can hear it. his choices to stop koenma from using the mafukan and to die for his friends' strength are both selfish in some way, no matter how you read the scene. if yusuke comforts kuwabara, he might not get strong enough. if he twists the knife, well... how could he forgive himself? and either way by responding he would have to face them all and say yes, i'm doing this regardless of your feelings (with the intention of hurting you). so i think he does what he often does. he avoids it. he lets that emotion glance off him and his bravado and his one-liners so he doesn't have to deal with the fact that he's hurting people, that he's scared and guilty and unsure of himself. that he's about to die again, about to put kuwabara through the grief he saw at his wake again, only worse; about to put his quieter friends through something similar.

yusuke is confronted with the responsibility one has to the people who care for them, and he runs from it in an attempt to give them some small peace. just like when he died before and thought hey, at least my mom and keiko won't be burdened by me anymore. because the only thing he can really do for them is die.

[emotionalsupporthufflefluff]

fancy rooms that hide unnoticed

Ominis Gaunt x GN!Hufflepuff!Reader (MC = Eliza Fig, Gryffindor) part six of the fancy series - [ToC]

Summary: Ominis shows you a secret room hidden away, and reveals a few more secrets of his own. Everything is finally coming together, so nothing will get in the way of that, right?

A/N: The highly requested continuation of the fancy series is here! I want to say sorry for taking so long but it really hasn’t been that long since I posted, maybe a week if that lol But! wanted to add that my next post will in fact not be the next part of this, but a separate request that i received in my ask box. (don’t worry, part seven will be right after!) Anyway, send in requests for Hogwarts Legacy! I need more motivation to keep writing and while i already write purely for myself and my entertainment, your encouragement and requests certainly spur that along. Anyway, i have a feeling everyone was waiting with bated breath for this chapter so read on!

“Hush, listen. Here- quickly!”

You weren’t sure where Ominis was leading you, but it was inside the Hogwarts castle and it was certainly not toward any common room that you knew about. When you entered through the transfiguration courtyard into the Defense Against the Dark Arts building, you tried to ask in whispers where your destination was, but received only a smirk and a hushing sound from Ominis as he pressed you into an alcove to avoid a prefect’s rotation.

You were squeezed in tight, pressed against each other to fit inside, and your breath stuttered as you wondered if you had ever been this close before- been so close that the line of your body pressed against his and you could feel his chest move with breath against yours, could feel his hands try to find somewhere to rest and end up claiming the spot on your hips. This was all well and fine, surely, though you noticed the side you entered from facing the hallway and worried that you would be easily noticeable. You reach out to take hold of a nearby curtain, pulling the string that had tied it off to the side. The curtain slid downward and encased the small alcove. You figured it would block out the light, but you turn and notice this as a windowed alcove, and the moon shone down onto the both of you. Looking back into his face, the moonlight danced across Ominis’ cheeks and bathed his hair in such a light that it looked more white than blond.

He was smiling, and you began to feel his hands slowly gliding across your sides. Gently, he pushed upward and back, sliding his hands across to the small of your back, pressing in. You were already pressed against each other as much as you thought possible- but even so, Ominis dragged you closer in. Everything felt stifling, like too much and not enough all at once, and as you stared into his open and relaxed eyes you were tempted to close the rest of the slight distance between the two of you. Your eyes dart down to his lips and you can feel your breath hitch just as the sound of footsteps gets louder nearby your curtain. Ominis squeezed you in reassurance, likely assuming you had been worried about getting caught, meanwhile scenarios roamed unbidden through your mind of leaning in and connecting your lips to his.

The moment was broken when Ominis’ hands left you to push the curtain aside, taking your hand once more. He led you down a seemingly dead end next to a staircase, turning to face a clockwork cabinet. He raised his pulsing wand, tapping it against the cabinet in a sequence that you didn’t quite understand, but that which started moving gears and stars across the front. Something clicked into place with a thunk and slowly the cabinet doors slid open to reveal a hidden passageway. Ominis had taken your hand then, leading you inside.

When you pushed through the exit, you were surprised mainly at how large the room was around you. Sure, Hogwarts had many secrets and hidden rooms, but this was bigger than even your common room. How was something of this stature hidden away for so long? Wide pillars separated the room at different points, and spiderwebbed boxes and dusty sheets covered the majority of the walls. There were blackened chandeliers, like some sort of spell went awry, and in the far corner, you couldn’t help but see a few training dummies pushed over and resting against each other. As you took the room in, Ominis wandered over toward the centre and started moving some of the dusty items around.

You approached slowly, your head on a swivel to take in as much as you can. You heard Ominis muttering some spells under his breath, turning to watch a few dusty boxes and sheets spin themselves into a long and low couch. It was coloured with a deep green velvet and dark brown wood- almost like being summoned directly from the Slytherin common room. You laughed, watching Ominis’ head turn at the sound to look at you.

“What’s so funny?”

“I mean,” You begin, shrugging for no one to see before taking a few more steps toward him. “There’s the fact that an entire underground ballroom exists inside Hogwarts that no one knows about- aside from you, apparently. There’s us being here after curfew, after you just rescued me from a whole band of poachers as if this was just an everyday ordeal. There’s the fact that a student using Unforgivables just threatened me and then disappeared in a poof of air. Oh- also that when you conjured that couch, it looked like you pulled it directly from what I assume the Slytherin common room looks like. So, yeah, take your pick I guess.”

You watch a smirk form on his face and he turns, closing the distance. He raises a hand to place on the junction between your neck and shoulder, squeezing gently before he finally responds. “This isn’t exactly a ballroom, but it’s called the Undercroft if you want a name for it. And the couch likely looks that way since I was taught that spell by my family- they have a certain… aesthetic to them. Considering that we’re a direct line from Salazar Slytherin, I’d assume the Slytherin common room might be modelled a bit after us.

“But for the rest of that- I don’t know if I’d find it that funny.” He pulls you closer, leaning his head forward until your foreheads touch, leaning into each other. “I was extremely worried, Y/N. Taken by poachers, put into a damned cage as if you were just a creature,” The hatred toward the end of his sentence was a new sound to you, and it sent shivers down your back. You watched him swallow roughly, then continue, “I’d rather it not be an everyday ordeal- I don’t know how I would handle that much panic and fear- but I would come back to rescue you any time that you needed it, Y/N. From poachers, or from Eliza herself.” You felt his hand tightening on you, his other hovering over your hip as if unsure. “You’ll be fine. I won’t let her do anything to you.”

“I’m sure it was just empty threats,” You mumbled, feeling lightheaded from the proximity. It was almost an imitation of earlier, with how close the two of you stood now. It was a new development, this closeness that he keeps initiating, and you were unsure how to handle it. You wanted it, absolutely, but wanting it and being able to withstand his proximity without immediately showing your true feelings for him? Those were two different things altogether.

“They weren’t empty, Y/N.” His voice was grim, his hand finally making full contact with your hip and pulling you closer. You wondered if this was his way of reassuring himself you were here, and safe. Your eyes darted between his own, down to his lips then back up again. Biting your lip, his voice continues in a whisper. “I’ve had dealings with her before. She means everything she says, no matter how far-fetched or ridiculous the notion.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be reassuring me, Ominis?” You tease, reaching your own hands out to his sides and taking hold of his shirt there, clenching it in your fists. Your fingers danced against his side, and you can feel his skin jump underneath the fabric. When he speaks, his voice has a certain breathless quality to it that wasn’t there a moment ago.

“I want you to be prepared. The reassurance will stem from our actions going forward. You’ll train in defensive magic, and I’ll never be leaving your side.”

“At all?” You breathe out, as if asking, ‘Do you promise?’

“Someone will be, at least. Sebastian and Poppy will help, I’m sure. Perhaps even Natty, if she is willing to speak to us. I’m sure she wouldn’t want one of her friends hurt by Eliza, now that she knows who she really is.” His hand pulls against you again, as if desperate for your contact. You flatten your hands out, letting your hands roam across his sides. “I’m not in all of your classes, nor am I in your house. We’ll work something out, though.”

“Ominis, you really don’t have to worry about me.” You felt almost burdensome, and he could hear it in your voice. His expression turned to one of confusion, then resolution.

“Y/N, I am absolutely going to worry about you. Not just because Eliza is a formidable enemy to have, nor the fact that poachers seem to be spreading and claiming new territories. Y/N,” He huffed, pulling his head back away from yours and sliding his head up from your neck to your cheek, “I’m going to worry about you, regardless if there’s anything to worry about. Because that’s just what happens when you-” He stutters for a moment, clearing his throat and trying to play off his slip- “When you care about someone.”

“I suppose you’re right, Ominis.” You take a deep breath in, eyes jumping around the room in nervousness. Reaching up, you take the hand pressed to your cheek and step away, dragging him along. “Come, let’s sit. We have a lot to discuss.”

“Such as?”

“Well,” You begin, sitting on the couch he had conjured, Ominis sitting to your left. There was enough room for someone to stretch out and lay on the cushions, but you had sat in the centre of the couch, and Ominis sat so close that your legs were pressed together. You laid your held hands across your lap, studying his stiff posture. “Let’s start from the beginning, I guess.”

“Our fight in the potions classroom?” His voice was low as if he was dreading this conversation. You were unsure why, considering you were the one who had run off without trying to talk things out initially, but you rubbed his hand with your thumb to try and calm him.

“Well, I was thinking more ‘beginning’ in the time sense, not the beginning of the chain of events that led to here.” You paused, glancing around the large open space around you. “Sebastian and Eliza seem to know each other?”

“They became friends when she transferred in our fifth year. They grew very close, very quickly. He told her secrets he shouldn’t have, and she showed him magics that even I didn’t know existed.” He took a deep breath, reaching his other hand out to place on your knee. “Fifth year was especially hard, as it was the first year that Sebastian came to school without Anne, the first year that she had been cursed. Sebastian refused to believe it was incurable- honestly, I think he still believes that- and he spent most of that year sneaking into the forbidden section of the library to research day in and out.

“He heard about a Scriptorium, one that Salazar Slytherin was believed to have owned, that was located in Hogwarts. Of course, being in my family, I knew of it and where it was, but I didn’t want anything to do with it. Salazar was known for his dark magic practices, and if he was anything like my family currently is then I knew nothing good could come from that Scriptorium, and I was right.” He swallowed roughly, his shoulders slumping as he leans a bit toward you. You replace your left hand in his with your right instead, reaching around him to pull him close against you. “Eliza managed to convince me, somehow, to open the Scriptorium. We had to solve a few puzzles to get through, and eventually, we made it so far inside that some sort of trap sprung, trapping us in. Eliza said the word Crucio was burned into the floor, and the skeleton of my aunt Noctua was in the corner.”

Dread filled your stomach, pulling him even closer. Your voice was quiet as you hummed out, “No, you didn’t-”

“I didn’t cast it, or have it cast on me. But Sebastian said there was no other way, that the door blocking the way forward had been carved with faces in agony. Eliza said she could cast it on him, that she knew the spell already. Sebastian had been just about to ask me, but I knew I wouldn’t have been able to cast it. But she did, on Sebastian. The door opened, but hearing my friend scream out in pure torture like that-” His voice caught, clearing his throat once more. “It was almost as painful as when it had been cast on me.”

“What? Did she-”

“No, when it was used on me, it was my own family.”

“Ominis-” You stopped yourself, unsure what to say. You could hear the grief in your tone, and finally, you pulled your remaining hand away from his to wrap around him completely, pulling his head down onto your chest. His hands slowly slid from your lap to wrap around your hips, leaving burning trails in their wake. He seemed oddly expressionless- emotionless, even. It scared you, how withdrawn he had become from telling this story. You rub his back slowly and try to project as much comfort as you could. “You didn’t deserve that. You never did.”

“How would you know,” Ominis sniffed, and you could finally feel his form shaking. His head was buried into your chest, but from the sounds he made you could tell he was finally beginning to cry. “You weren’t there.”

“Ominis, there is absolutely nothing in the world that you could do to ever deserve to be tortured like that. Especially from your own family.” You tighten your embrace before finally pulling just enough away, taking his cheeks in your hands and lifting until you could see his red-rimmed eyes. You wiped the tears from his cheeks, studying his face. “I can’t go back in time to fix anything, but by Merlin, I swear to you that I’ll protect you from that wretched family going forward.”

“You don’t have to say all that, Y/N-”

“I’m not ‘just saying it’ Ominis.” You drop your hands from his cheeks, taking both of his hands and pulling them close to your chest, cradling him. “I swear to you I will do everything in my power to support you.”

“I should be saying this to you, darling,” Ominis gently removes one hand from your grip to place on your cheek once again, leaning forward. Your breath catches, the move looking too similar to someone leaning in for a kiss, but he stops all too soon. “You were taken and threatened, I should be pledging myself to your service.”

“I’ve never been Crucio’d, though.” Your sentence was breathed out, no more than a whisper. It brought a visible and palpable relief to Ominis, though, and you couldn’t help but feel the mix of sadness that he has gone through it, and the comfort that you managed to pull him from his bad mood. Silence reigned as he absorbed this information before, lightning quick, he pulls you into a tight hug.

“And I’ll make sure you never will be, ever,” He whispers into your ear, his voice insistent- almost begging. You nod your head against his chest, scooting closer in and hugging him tightly in return. The way you kept pulling each other close, you were practically sitting in his lap. You both sat this way, taking comfort in the feeling of each other, for as long as it would take to soothe him. Finally, Ominis seems to have relaxed as much as he will so you begin to pull away, just enough to take your own seat back. “YN,” His voice sounded almost devastated, a mimic of how it sounded earlier when he thought you wanted to speak about the fight in the potion’s classroom.

“Yes, let’s speak of that now,” You agree to his unspoken assessment, though confusion quickly crossed his face so you clarified, “Let’s talk about the whole potion’s assignment incident.” The confusion slowly melted away from his face, seeming at war with himself. Eventually, his nervousness faded away and determination set in. You were just about to ask if you had assumed right, if that really was what he was about to say, but then he spoke.

“Sure. So how do we start this?”

“Well, it sounded like you saw me out in the Transfiguration courtyard.”

“I did. I misunderstood what was happening, and I overreacted. I apologize, Y/N.” His voice was measured, devoid of emotion, and it pained you how quickly he could snap between emotions like that. You didn’t want these to be one of the times he felt endangered, that he felt he had to hide how he truly felt.

“Ominis, why don’t you tell me then? What did you think was happening?” He hesitated, his face falling to look toward the ground as he thought. You gave him time, and with that, he took your hands and began idly playing with your fingers. Eventually, in a whispered voice that carried emotion you were glad to hear, he spoke.

“I thought Garreth was flirting with you.” You furrowed your eyebrows, tilting your head in confusion. Of course, he hadn’t been, but did it really look that way? “And I thought that you liked it, that you were flirting back.” At this your eyebrows raised, and then an involuntary laugh escaped your lips. Immediately a hand flew to your mouth as if to cover it, to put the laugh back inside.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. It’s not at you at all, just- the thought, of Garreth liking me?” You laugh again, covering it with your hand and shaking your head. “Such a ridiculous notion.”

“Why would that be ridiculous? You’re a fantastic person, Y/N. Any single person would be lucky to have you, I’m surprised you don’t have suitors constantly trying to vie for your attention.” You laugh again, shaking your head more. Patting Ominis’ hand, you find it within you to calm your laughs, to try to explain.

“No one likes me, Ominis-”

“That’s not true.”

“Even so,” You continue, ignoring his disagreements, “If they did, I’ve never been told. Not once in all the seven years I’ve been at Hogwarts has romance been involved in my life. No one’s tried to ask me out, or even fake ask me out as a prank. No one has sent longing looks my way, or written me love poems or letters, or merlin forbid, flirt with me.” You huff a soft laugh, scanning the area around you so you wouldn’t have to look into Ominis’ face, expecting it to be full of pity.

“Now I find that hard to believe,” Ominis finally said, his voice low. You bite your lip at the tone, unsure whether it would be considered ‘husky’ or if he had an undercurrent of hate or distaste. Finally, you release it and sigh.

“Whether or not you believe it is irrelevant, as that’s the way things are.” You take back your hands, an ache in your chest spurring you to stand and walk away. You feel a hurt growing beneath everything, a loneliness that you’ve been pushing down all along begins to bubble back into your throat. So long with no sign or sense of someone liking you. Poppy had always said your longing looks toward Ominis probably scared everyone else away, but you were so sure you had hidden your looks well enough with time. You don’t stare at him constantly anymore.

“Y/N,” Ominis’ voice is soft, and you can hear just the beginning of pity in his voice that spurs you into action.

“So this is a lovely place,” You squeak out, taking another few steps away from him. “So big and…” You hesitate, trying to find another word before finally you say, “Dusty…”

“Y/N,” His voice is a bit more resolved, less quiet than before, and you can hear him getting up behind you. Your voice is quick to respond, fear starting to flavour your voice.

“You should really do something with this place! You know, we’re not going to be at Hogwarts for very much longer, anyway.”

“Y/N,” You feel Ominis behind you, touching your arm gently and you take a few steps away, your vision skipping quickly throughout the room, though never landing at any place for longer than a second. Anywhere, but at him.

“We could clean this place up! Could be a project of ours, y’know how we’re always at a loss for what to do. Maybe we could even throw a party at the end of the year!”

“Y/N,” Ominis repeats, reaching forward to take hold of your arm and spin you to look at him. His face was set, determined, and he whispered out, “Please,” Before reaching forward with his other hand to place onto your cheek. You freeze, staring into his cloudy eyes, unsure what to say. Ominis couldn’t find any more words either, so he instead began to lean forward.

He was just going to come closer, whisper something to you. He did this earlier, when leaned closer to assure you. To provide comfort, or perhaps to insinuate that whatever he would say was important. You thought as much, but he kept leaning forward more, and his eyes began to fall closed. He began to pull your elbow toward him, and his thumb swiped gently against your cheek before it happened. Before his lips pressed against yours.

Oh.

Oh.

When you don’t respond right away, Ominis slowly pulled you closer to himself. His hand tightened on your elbow, as if afraid you’d pull away, and this spurs you into action. Your hands, previously wringing together anxiously, flew forward around Ominis’ neck and pulled him closer to you. You kiss back with everything you have, making sure that if this was the only kiss you’d ever get with Ominis then it’d certainly be one that he’d remember.

You felt Ominis relax under your ministrations, then felt a low moan travel through him and into you. The sound, the feel of it, drove you crazy and you raked a hand through the bottom of his hair, clenching your fingers and pulling gently. His hand fell from your elbow to your hip, wrapping around your back and pulling you against him once more. Again and again, you were held so close by him tonight- was he thinking of doing this every time? Like you had been?

When you both finally pull away, you’re breathless and hanging onto each other. It’s quiet aside from the both of you panting, and you stared into his face to watch for any sort of change. Meanwhile, he watched you as only he could, with his hands roaming your neck and back, squeezing his hands into a fist against you before smoothing them back out again.

“You can’t say that no one likes you, Y/N, when I’m standing right here.” He leans forward slowly, brushing his lips against yours before speaking again, right against your lips. “When I’ve been here this whole time, wishing there was any chance. Hoping for this moment, right here.” He presses his lips to you again, finally, in a brief and soft kiss. “If you want romance, I’ll give you the world. But you can’t,” His voice caught, and he began shaking his head ever so slightly, “You can not believe that you’re unlovable, Y/N. Not when I’m here, not when I’ve loved you this whole time.”

“Ominis,” And you can hear it, how wrecked your voice is. So full of emotion, of hope and fear and, of course, love. “Ominis, please don’t say this if you don’t mean it.” You pull him down closer, pressing your cheek to his so you’re whispering near his ear. “This whole time I’ve longed for you, I could not bare it. Please, be magnanimous, I’m not so easily cowed but if this is some sort of joke-”

“There is nothing more true,” Ominis interrupts gently, placing a kiss on your cheek before pulling back farther, looking into your face as if he could study you, his eyes jumping back and forth. “Y/N, I would provide you with the entirety of my life if that meant anything. I would stop at nothing to make sure you are happy and safe. You deserve the world and everything around it, and I want to give that to you.”

“I don’t want the whole world, Ominis,” You whisper, placing one of your hands on his cheek and brushing your thumb against his sharp cheekbone, “I only want you.”

“You have me, all of me,” Ominis whispers quickly, reverentially. “For as long as you’ll accept me.”

“You’re promising me forever, I hope you know.” You were smiling, your tone gently insinuating as such, and you watched a slow smile begin to spread on Ominis.

“Then forever shall it be.”

Ominis knew how to transfigure beds, apparently. You never did make it back to your common room that night, as the both of you spent the night in each other’s arms. The Undercroft was drafty, the chill trying to burrow into the tight embrace you held each other in until Ominis pulled a blanket overtop the both of you. Snuggling there together, whispering quiet stories of when either of you almost got caught with your crush, you eventually fell asleep.

You were worried all the next day, walking the halls and attending your classes, that someone would point out your absence from your room- ask you where you’d been. However, it seemed no one had noticed, or if they did they certainly didn’t care. There were no detentions or rumours circling around, and for that at least you were grateful.

True to his word, Ominis stayed glued to your side the majority of the day. Poppy was around during the time he could not be- aside from during Defense when Sebastian resolutely stood by your side and glared daggers at anyone that tried to come too close. You tried to assure him that you were fine, that obviously there was only one person to be wary of, not the entire class. He had only mumbled something back about Eliza being ‘convincing’ before glaring at another Gryffindor boy in the class that seemed to be staring at the two of you for too long. You shot a stinging hex at the boy to get Sebastian to laugh, pulling him from his dour look.

It was in Care for Magical Creatures, a class you shared with Poppy- but with neither Sebastian nor Ominis- that she showed up. You really hadn’t thought anything would happen, that everything she said was just empty threats. Or, certainly, that it’d take some time to plan something. But no, only about twelve hours from her disappearance was Eliza, jumping off of a broom nearby and approaching you with a direct look.

You looked around quickly for your friend, finding her on the far side of the area, spelling multiple brushes to groom the kneazles. She was bent over halfway, one hand on her glowing wand, the other petting a bright orange kneazle that was rubbing against her legs. The rest of the class congregated at other pens and Professor Howin was speaking to them, letting Poppy do her thing as normal. You had wandered back to the tabled area for your bookbag, forgetting your essentials for the class, but now you were alone and separated from the rest, instantly regretting your decision.

You started backing up, turning around to rejoin the class as quickly as possible when you froze. It wasn’t like how Petrificus Totalus had felt, you didn’t stiffen to a board and fall over, but you certainly weren’t staying in place on purpose. You froze in place as if someone had paralyzed you in shape, your foot outstretched to take another step, your face frozen in forced nonchalance. You felt an arm wrap around your own in an imitation of friendship, and the spell gradually let your limbs free. You turn your head to see Eliza, smiling brightly and looking directly into your eyes. She pulled and you followed, eyes widening in fear.

“I think we should have a little talk, don’t you?”