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[lemoncielart]

Kaz and Inej in a Victorian England au?

Send me some characters and an AU for me to draw

@bananyaaa

This was a difficult AU bc I wanted to put Inej in a big dress but I wanted to make it in a way that she keep her personality.

Inej Ghafa & Kaz Brekker from Six of crows by @lbardugo in a Victorian!AU

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[musubiki]

Limochi: who’s more scared during horror movies?

i think it depends!!!! if its like ghost/monster horror then lime!!! hes like lowkey all cuddled up to mochi trying to be cool but she sees right through him LMFAO!! mochi p much grew up with magic all around so spirits/crytpids arnt that scary to her!! but if its like. a gruesome murder serial killer kind of horror then. mochi. she doesn't like that stuff. she's the one that like covers her eyes for every scene and lime wraps a blanket around her and basks in the feeling that hes like her hero/protector in that moment LOL theyre stupid. 

[williamsherondales]

Are you doing the grishaverse Big Bang?

unfortunately i’m not :( im so swamped with stuff to do the next few months, i wont have time sadly

but i’m really excited to see all the new content the event will bring to the fandom, seems like its gonna be huge!!

[katiemcgrath]

Are you doing the grishaverse Big Bang? :D

I’m not actually entirely sure what that is, haha... And also, I don’t think people really like my grisha edits, which is fine, I’ma’ still make ‘em, hahaa. 

[lahdolphin]

bananyaaa replied to your post “Hi! I just wanted to say I love your writing so much and when I found...”

I actually usually prefer gen fics over shippy ones lol. It's nice to see the characters' relationships in a new environment and how they interact with each other.

That’s why I LOVE these HP AUs. You can have college fics where maybe some of the players end up on the same team, but HP AUs give you the chance to write characters from different years interacting with any number of characters they usually wouldn’t (plus taking magic classes together, living together, etc.). And as I’m not a fan of one team = one house, you get even more interactions from Quidditch and you can even have girls join the team.

Like Suzumeda and Kuroo? Yes please. Bokuto with Azumane and Aone? Yeah let’s do it.  Those characters are probably never going to have significant interaction in canon, but I can make them up in this AU. (I can also write the girls with bigger roles, which I am ALWAYS for.)

There are some ships I love, but writing gen fics in these AUs is so much more fun to me :)

[wafflesandkruge]

I’ve noticed I have habit of going into my followers list and going through random blogs from it...So if you’ve recently followed me and have gotten a cluster of likes from @/bananyaaa that’s me lol

[gone-to-fight-the-fairies]

The Thing Between Them Part 6

Series Summary: After watching 13x17, this is how I felt things would’ve occurred if Gabriel had left the reader all those years ago when he’d “died” and current day Ketch is trying to win her affection, but realizes she’s still heartbroken over Gabriel.

Summary: The reader, Ketch, and Charlie head towards the AU's base, while Sam, Dean and Sam scavenge to find Gabriel.

A/N: Thank you guys for your patience as I worked out issues with my internet provider! This installment features both boys, so there's something for everyone. There will be a part 7 (if not a couple more). The story keeps getting juicier and juicier.

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader, Arthur Ketch x Reader

Warning: Swears

Word Count: 1380

The sun dipped behind the formation of the wilderness trees, darkening the forest as the small group ventured towards Charlie's base. The group stopped underneath a row of tightly knit trees, hiding from potential harm as they lay-low for the night. The overhanging branches denied snowfall, leaving the ground mostly dry to make camp.

"We should get there tomorrow mid-day," Charlie confirmed, sitting up against one of the trees. "I have some food in my pack." Charlie focused on digging inside of her bag as you and Ketch sat across from her.

Silence encaptured the air, allowing Ketch's gaze to lingered over you quizzically. "What were the other reasons?"

"What?" Your eyes snapped to Ketch; confusion etched on your features.

Ketch raised a brow, watching you curiously. "You alluded that I was not the sole reason you impulsively jumped through the rift. Hence, there must be other reasons."

Charlie halted her roaming hand, eavesdropping on the conversation. You coiled into yourself, bringing your knees to your chest, hugging them. "There's a job that needs to get done," your voice grew tight. "You and Dean couldn't do it in the given timeslot, so I'm working off the clock." You paused, waiting for Ketch's attention to drop. When he continued to stare, you huffed, "That's all."

Ketch narrowed his eyes, concern pooling in the blue. "Are you alright?"

You huffed. "No. Honestly, I'm pissed that nothing's getting done this year. Jack and Mary have been gone for months, and we've had two chances now to get them back and squat."

"I wouldn't worry too much about your friends," Charlie spoke up, pulling out a crinkled ziplock bag filled with assorted nuts. She outstretched the bag toward you, but you politely declined as she continued. "Jack is so powerful, and Mary... she's one of the best hunters I've ever seen. They've given us all something to hope for again. We finally have a chance to end Michael. It'd be a shame to see them go so soon."

You soaked in the information, unaware of the vital roles Jack and Mary created in the span of time they'd lived in the alternative world. It made you rethink the real reason you jumped through the rift.

Charlie continued searching through the tightly packed bag, mumbling curses until she triumphantly pulled out a bottle of rich brown liquid. "A much as I enjoy your Jack, this is still my fav." Charlie uncapped the bottle, taking a long drink before passing it over to you.

After sharing the bottle a short while, Ketch revisited the same, pestering subject. "I'm rather surprised you left your angel; considering his current condition and all."

"Angel?" Charlie questioned, body tensing as her gaze shifted towards you.

"Easy," Ketch told her. "He's one of the good ones, or at least decent enough to care about humanity." Ketch's eyes turned back to you. "He's alright with you galavanting around another universe?"

"He left."

"He-he what?" Ketch stuttered, blinking in astonishment.

"You heard me." You gazed up at Ketch, expecting the man to gloat. "Lucifer never killed him. Gabriel pretended to die. That was his was of breaking up with me. He'd rather go shack up with porn stars in Monte Carlo, and that's exactly what he did."

"He left you... for porn stars?"

"And all of the pressures of the pending apocalypse, but yeah, that's exactly what he did. I know I don't look like one of his bimbos, but I deserved better than mourning him for eight years."

Ketch shook his head, looking away as he contemplated a thought. "I can't imagine anyone leaving you." He mumbled to himself, staring at stray snow by his boot.

"Oh please," you scoffed. "I'm not exactly the type of girl to go to war for."

"No, you aren't," Ketch agreed, gazing into your eyes.

"Well, at least you're honest." You took a swing of the bottle.

"You're worth starting a war." Ketch extended his hand. "Now, do plan on hogging Mr. Daniels all night?"

In the morning, Ketch woke late. Having fallen asleep last to ensure your safety, he woke without you at his side. Ketch instantly sat up, and found himself met with firey ginger hair hovering over him.

"Chill, bucko," she told him. "Your girl had to pee. She'll be back."

Ketch nodded, attempting to calm his increased heartbeat. Ketch stood up, shaking off the elements of the Earth as he caught his breath.

"And here I thought you were only trying to cope a field."

Ketch froze. "I have no idea what you're insinuating."

"Oh please, you're want to get in her mind as much as her pants. And using the crying-on-the-shoulder technique, very cliche."

Ketch bent down to grab a canister and brought it to his lips to sip. "Not that I am, but would it work?"

Charlie shrugged. "Eh. I think she'd already need to have some sort of feelings for you; she doesn't seem that naive."

"But I do have a shot?" Ketch inquired, specks of hope glistening in his eyes as he stared at Charlie expectantly.

Charlie shook her head in disbelief. "Heterosexual love, so strange."

Dean, Sam and Castiel scattered the country for nearly two weeks, scavenging to find any trace of the archangel. Ontop of having Mary, Jack and the AU's Charlie in the alternative universe, they now needed to rescue you. Time was ticking on the other side. The longer their friends and family were near Michael, the closer danger became.

Rowena narrowed down Gabriel's location to two separate states. While Castiel raced down to Texas, the Winchesters managed to take the accurate location. During a brotherly argument, there came a loud knock on their motel door.  

"Hey, fellas," Gabriel breathed heavily, clutching his side, oozing with bright red blood. "Looking for me?"

The Winchesters froze at Gabriel greeting, unknowing how to act first. Gabriel shook his head at them. "Care to let me in? I am bleeding out here."

Sam offered an arm, helping the archangel to the motel couch, where Gabriel plopped down. Both Winchesters hovered over the injured angel, arms crossed in unity.

"So, now you're in trouble?" Sam asked.

Gabriel chuckled, looking down at his wound. "What gave you that idea?"

Both Sam and Dean glared at the archangel.

Gabriel brushed off their resentment. "Yeah, I'm returning some knives previously launched into my back." When neither Sam or Dean responded, Gabriel scoffed, "I'm getting revenge on the dick bags who sold me to Asmodeus. This," he pointed to his injury. "is the cost of crossing one of the names off my list."

Gabriel shifted on the couch. "So anyway, umm... I don't suppose you guys have any more of my grace laying around. Cause the tank's a little low. It'll recharge eventually. But, uh, until then..."

"Whatever we didn't use on you we used on the rift." Dean spat. "And we need more."

"No," Gabriel began to rise from his spot on the couch, but groaned, rolling back. "Ugh." Gabriel eyed the boys. "Since I'm stuck here, I may as well ask, uh... why do you need more?"

Sam and Dean glanced at each other. Eventually, Sam turned back to Gabriel, licking his lip before speaking. "Uh, because of Y/N."

Gabriel's nonchalant act dropped immediately. Despite the pain Gabriel endured, he sat up, leaning closer to the youngest Winchester "What the hell happened? Is she hurt?"

Sam stepped back, allowing Dean to fill in the gaps. "She went through the rift."

Gabriel's face twisted into conversion. He attempted to stand but fell back on the couch. His injury didn't sustain his voice as he burned a hole through Sam. "I told you to protect her!"

"It gets worse. When I left, there were angels after Ketch and I. He stayed behind to fight them off, but with Y/N jumping through... the angels may have her."

Gabriel's eyes narrowed, rage encapturing his features. "Revenge can wait."

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[writer-picks-the-music]

Just One More Time

This fic is for @iwantthedean‘s SoCo Summer Challenge! I had prompts #5 and #177 which will both be bolded within the fic.

Song Inspiration: Both prompts are lyrics from the songs “Plucked” and “I Won’t Make You” by Something Corporate.

Summary: Sam and Dean receive a phone call.

Word Count: 1,200-ish

Warnings: Angst, torture (literally not graphic at all though, it’s kind of up to your imagination - you’ll see), multiple implied deaths

A/N: Sooo I’m torn on this one. It made so much sense and played out perfectly in my head but putting it down in words proved more difficult... Like, part of me really loves it but part of me is also like mehhh. I keep flip-flopping every time I reread it sooooo let me know what you guys think!

“Is that him again?”

Without looking up from the book in front of him Dean reached over, picking up his phone and flashing the screen at Sam. It was the third time he’d called, and, just like the first two, Dean had no intention of answering. 

“Just answer it already,” Sam groaned, annoyed with the constant ringing over the past fifteen minutes. But much like the phone, Dean ignored him, setting the device back on the table and continuing to read. 

A few more moments passed before Dean noticed a hand dart across the table. He wasn’t quick enough, however, and before he could reach him Sam had the phone on speaker. Holding it out of Dean’s reach where he lay sprawled across the table, glaring up at his younger brother.

“What do you want, Crowley?”

“Ah, Moose. Playing secretary for your brother, are we?”

“Answer the question Crowley or we’re hanging up,” Dean snapped, sliding back to sit in his chair.

“Now, now, don’t get your acorns in a twist. But if you must know, I would like to propose a business deal. A... trade if you would.”

Dean could practically see the smug look on Crowley’s face, but he wasn’t about to play his stupid games. They were busy. They had a case to work, and they had already given Crowley an answer weeks ago.

“Not interested.”

“But you see, I’ve got something you might need.”

“I highly d-”

A blood-curdling scream ripped through the air, effectively cutting Dean off and making his blood run cold. He was out of his chair in an instant, closing the distance between his brother and snatching the phone out of his hand. He stayed close, keeping the phone on speaker but needing to feel it in his hand, needing to feel some sense of control over a situation that was quickly getting away from him. 

Sam was stunned. His face pale as he starred up at his brother. He was trying his best to hide the panic he felt but Dean could see it in his eyes. Hell, he felt it too, but the rage that surged through him the moment her voice burst through the speaker was keeping those feelings at bay. 

They listened in silence as the screams died down, muffled sobs taking their place before Crowley’s voice once again broke through.

“Still not interested?”

Finally, Sam found the strength to stand, stepping to his brother’s side and staring down at the phone. “Why’re you doing this, Crowley? She’s not even a part of this!”

“Believe me, it’s nothing personal, boys.”

“Listen here you son of a b-” Dean cut himself off when he heard your muffled voice coming through the speaker. It sounded hoarse and broken but it was still you. Although, no sooner had you spoken did your voice once again turn into agonized screams. But this time, Dean could also hear you calling out for him. A sound that both broke him yet heightened his rage, and instead of taking it in silence he let his voice be heard. “Enough! Crowley! CROWLEY!”

The screams faded soon after, followed by a sound Dean couldn’t quite make out before Crowley came back on the line.

“Apologies, boys. Nicholas got a bit carried away.”

The brothers shared a look. Were they supposed to know who that was? Maybe Crowley had taken someone else, but the name didn’t sound familiar.

“Nicholas?”

“My intern, or at least... was my intern. Tom will be taking over his duties from now on. Tom!”

Dean didn’t bother to dwell much on the information. Most of Crowley’s antics never made sense to him, and right now Y/N was the only thing he cared about, not whatever sorry demon Crowley was training to be his bitch.

“Just let her go, Crowley,” Dean growled, determined to keep the conversation on track. The sooner he could get her out of there the better.

“Do you think I enjoy this? I like the little wolf, I do, but business is business. You have something I want, and now so do I. But first...”

“Dean?” Your voice was quiet, almost as if you didn't believe it was going to be him on the other end yet clear enough that Dean knew Crowley had given you the phone. 

“We’re going to get you out of there, Y/N/N. I promise.” 

As soon as you heard his voice you broke, and each sob that filled the phone chipped away at his composure.

“Dean, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”

Dean’s grip on the phone tightened. He wanted nothing more than to have you in his arms and take on everything that was happening to you. If he closed his eyes it almost felt like he could, like you were right in front of him, like he could reach out and hold you. But you were who the hell knows where, and he was at the bunker. The safest place in the world. Where you would have been if he hadn’t made you leave. Where you should have been.

“Hey, hey, what’ve you got to be sorry for? Crowley’s the one being a dick.”

It took you a moment to respond, but when you finally did Dean wished you hadn’t. But yet, it didn't surprise him.

“Don’t give it to him, Dean.”

“Annnd that’s enough of that. Tom.”

Dean frowned as Crowley’s voice once again dominated the phone and your protests grew muffled until they were once again taken over by screams, and just as before you cried out to him. But this time Dean understood what you were begging him to do. You were begging him to let you go.

“Dean! DEAN! DON’T! PLEASE!”

Your voice grew quiet and Dean guessed that Crowley had distanced himself from you, but the brothers could still here the sounds of your torture somewhere in the background. 

“So boys, do we have ourselves a deal?”

They shared a look, and in that moment both of them knew that they couldn't just leave you there. They knew Crowley would never kill you, but he would have no trouble making his demons torture you for the rest of your life if they refused to make the deal. He might have liked you, but he was still the King of Hell. And that was something neither one of them could live with. 

“Name a time and place. We’ll be there”

“Screw that,” Dean growled. “We're doing this tonight, and Crowley? Word of advice. Let someone else be the messenger. Because the next time I see you, I will kill you.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Winchester. Paul’s Diner. One hour. I’ll make su... what in the bloody hell? What have you done?!” 

The sudden change in Crowley’s demeanor set off alarm bells in his head and Dean looked to Sam to see him already sending him a questing gaze. Whatever just happened, he didn't like it.

“Crowley.”

Not surprisingly, he ignored them, and Dean listened intently for some hint of what was going on. But he heard nothing. Only the sounds of the two demons arguing.

“I don’t- She moved and I wasn’t-”

“She moved? That’s your grande excuse?!”

“It was like she wanted it to happen, I couldn’t-”

Tom was cut off as he began choking and soon a low thud echoed through the speaker, replaced by a deafening silence. Dean couldn’t hear anything. No one was moving. No one was speaking. No one was breathing.

He shared a look with Sam and could tell that that exact thought was running through his head as well. 

Dean ran his free hand roughly through his hair, while his grip on the phone grew impossibly tighter. “Y/N/N! Crowley, put her on the phone now. Crowley!”

It took the demon a moment to respond, but when he did, he sounded genuinely pained.

“I’m... I’m sorry, boys. The deal is off.”

They let his words hang in the air before Dean started to really panic.

“What? No. Crowley. Crowley! Damn it, Crowley, let me talk to her! Y/N!”

He just need to hear her. A breath. A groan. A cry. Hell, even though it killed him he would take hearing her scream his name just one more time if it meant knowing whether or not she was okay. He didn’t care how selfish it was. He had to know. But nothing came, and soon enough he heard the call end.

Once Crowley’s name disappeared from his screen he slowly looked up. Panic. Hurt. Confusion. Disbelief. All of it crashing down on him as he tried to make sense of those last few moments. His world was spinning, and as he looked up at Sam, as he saw the tears in his younger brother’s eyes, he knew. 

She was gone, and she wasn’t coming back.

Forever Tags: @maximoffangel-girl @anotherotter @mariahoedt @goodnightwife @napping-ghost @heycassbutt-67 @hennessy0274-blog @bananyaaa @mizzezm  

[incorrect-pokespe-quotes]

Just wondering, have the results of the au contest been announced yet?

………………1st place: Garden Center AU: @lad-yblog2nd place: Supernatural AU: @bananyaaa3rd place: Phantom of the Musical: @kalostrainerstorm

[tsaritsa]

tag!!!

i was tagged by @royai-is-love and @princesstuttu - ty!!!!!

Rules: you have to tag 15 people at the end of this challenge.

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

my keys

lip balm

wallet

mints

crumpled train tickets

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:

my hot water bottle

my 3ds

boxes of makeup

my watercolours

fake flowers

5 things I’ve always wanted to do:

own a kokoshnik tiara

finish a ‘big’ fic

go skiing

sky dive

travel to north america

5 things that make me feel happy:

cool tunes

aimless drives

sunflowers

my friends :’^)

my old-ass piano

5 things I’m currently into:

brooklyn nine-nine

fullmetal alchemist

magikarp jump

halsey’s ‘hopeless fountain kingdom’

*slightly different voice* fullmetal alchemist

5 things on my to-do list:

finish my big bang fic

finish making all those gifsets i’ve had sitting in my drafts for ages

update my fics

get some vitamin d on my skin

visit the beach!!!! (which i’m doing tomorrow yaaay)

gonna tag some new followers!!!! (but not 15 that is too many ahahah) @coldnerdytrash, @galaxy-uncharted, @bananyaaa, @levy-mcredfox, @future-anterieure, @brutally-kawaii and @the-flame-and-hawks-eye!!! no pressure to do this if u don’t wanna!!!

[zukoscomet]

RULES: ANSWER THE 20 QUESTIONS AND THEN TAG 20 AMAZING FOLLOWERS YOU’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER!!

Thank you to @whovianlunatic for the tag!

Name: Louise

Nickname(s): Lou

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Height: 5ft 1′

Ethnicity: White (British)

Favorite Fruit: Pineapple!

Favorite Season: Summer

Favorite Book: The Inheritance Cycle, ASOIAF, Red Rising trilogy, SoC duology

Favorite Flower: Tiger lillies and lupins

Favorite Color: Dark red

Favorite Animal: Wolves!

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocoa: Hot cocoa (absolutely hate coffee!)

Average Sleep Hours: 8-9

Cats or Dogs: Dogs

Favorite Fictional characters: The Eleventh Doctor, Bellamy Blake, Leonard Snart, Jack Sparrow, Clarke Griffin, Newt and Tina Scamander, Peggy Carter, Ray Palmer, Peter Quill, Jyn Erso, Abraham Ford, Jon Snow, Matt Murdock, Cassian Andor and Caroline Forbes.

Number of blankets: One duck-feather quilt.

Dream trip: I’ve always wanted to take a gap year of travel and visit tons of countries but ideally, American road trip, Mexico, Italy, Australia, Japan, Iceland, Canada, South Africa, Kenya, Egypt, Cyprus, Dubai, etc.

Number of followers: 359

Blog created: May 2013 

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[musubiki]

I imagine since Lime is a lot taller, he puts things on really high shelves so Mochi can’t reach and has to ask for his help. One day he hears Mochi banging around in the kitchen yelling about her favorite mug and he’s like :):):) she’s finally going to ask for my help and he strolls into the kitchen casually and leans on the doorframe smirking. But when he opens his eyes Mochi is on TOP of the cabinets, balancing like a cat and fishing her mug out of the top shelf and he just slowly backs out.

YOU KNOW WHAT???? THIS IS SO IN-CHARACTER LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE SMIRKING LEANING AGAINST THE DOORWAY!!!!!!!!

so he DOES STUPID SHIT LIKE THIS ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY'RE MAD AT EACH OTHER OR WHEN SHE GOES HALF-CAT SO HE TIGHTENS ALL THE JAR LIDS AND HIDES ALL HER STUFF ON THE TOP SHELVES AND WAITS AROUND UNTIL HE HEARS A “Who keeps putting this up here?! 💢” 

bonus if she just hides on top of the shelves and lime uses a spray bottle or cat toy trying to get her to come down

[minnie-marvel]

Reblogging because I forgot some tags that have been sitting in my DMs

@tera-rose @bananyaaa

@im-not-having-your-baby

@milkyavocado @ms-marveleous

@yearbody99 @izi101

Night Terrors (Loki x Reader) Part 8

All your life you have lived with the strange ability to walk and manipulate the dreams of others. Your power helped you receive a job as a personal dream therapist for Tony Stark who eventually offered you the same position for the rest of his team at the Avenger’s tower. When you enter into Thor’s dream to pacify his nightmare he is impressed with your abilities and gives you a challenge: to help remedy his brother’s nightmares which are apparently a thousand times worse.

Loki x Reader

Words: 2,731

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

A/N: Action, betrayal, suspense a kiss that probably shouldn’t have taken place!!! This part was a doozy y’all but it seems like things are unfortunately and finally coming to a close….. Part 9 of Night Terror’s will be its finale!

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When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself in the Avengers compound, laying in your bed your comforter snuggly wrapped around you. You blinked looking around yourself slowly sliding the blanket off and sitting on the edge of your bed quietly.

What happened?

Your mind was a fog, every moment that led to your awakening seemed to be nonexistent. You had remembered going on the mission, scoping the building with Natasha and nothing else. Maybe the mission had been so tiring that you had just clocked out in your bed. Oh well, you just hoped you didn’t royally screw up the night’s mission whatever it may have consisted of.

You linked your fingers together and stretched your arms letting a soft yawn pour out of your throat. You smelled something delicious from outside your door and couldn’t resist yourself. You peeked around both ways of the hallway before making a silent entrance into the kitchen. Was Thor in the kitchen making…pancakes? You didn’t even know Thor could cook things without giving his meals third-degree burns.  You felt a pit form in your stomach. That’s right; Thor hadn’t been talking to you because of everything that had happened with Loki. You wanted to fold yourself until you were the size of a mouse. 

You probably should have moved, spoke, did anything but alas your social skills had been reduced to nothing due to your fight. You didn’t know how to approach anyone anymore especially Thor and Loki. How could you live with knowing you could walk through everyone’s darkest secrets? How could anyone trust you after you so blatantly betrayed the trust of someone you loved? The answer was that they couldn’t; you couldn’t even trust yourself.

“Good morning Y/N,” You heard Thor’s voice speak to you gruff but low and sleepy, he must not have had his morning coffee yet. That was beside the point although, Thor was actually talking to you.

“Good uh…good morning Thor.” You said quieter than you would have liked. Why was everything so difficult now? You sucked in a breath before walking over to him in the kitchen.

“Thor…I’m sorry,” You started before getting a terrible case of mouth diarrhea. “I know I shouldn’t have gone into Loki’s dreams, it was a cheap blow to him and I know that nothing I say will ever make this right.” You started wringing your hands in one another feeling your heart race as you finally got the burden off your chest. “I know I hurt him, and I know that I hurt you in turn for hurting him too; I don’t know if he’ll ever forgive me, but…I just can’t stand the thought of losing our friendship.” 

You looked at him for a moment. He kept his eyes on the pancakes that he was cooking making you sigh. You knew it was too good to be true, Thor and Loki might not have gotten along all the time but they were still brothers. You knew that Thor loved Loki more than anything, so it didn’t surprise you that he was still a little cold.

“I understand.” His words almost made you double over in shock. 

“Y-you do…?” You asked. To be completely honest, he might have said that he understood, but that didn’t mean that you did.

“Y/N, the only reason you went back into Loki’s dreams was because you feared for him and were concerned for him, I believe that you still showed your true feelings for him despite his emotions being well… shall we say unstable?”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. Yesterday, Thor seemed like he wanted nothing to do with you but now he was surprisingly lax. Did knocking out really concern everyone that much that they suddenly just forgave you? You decided to drop the subject. Sure, Thor forgave you but something about his words just didn’t feel genuine. 

“By the way,” you commented taking a step closer to his side now that he was apparently okay with you again. “What happened on the rest of the mission?” You asked rubbing one of your shoulders. “I can’t remember a thing and it’s been really bothering me, I just woke up in my bed.” You explained motioning off to the hall. 

Thor shrugged while also shaking his head. “I was on the outside of the mill so I didn’t see,” he explained. “I tried to keep my distance as I’d rather not have myself almost induced into another coma.” He said a smile playing on his lips.

He scrapped a pancake off of his pan while flipping it to its side revealing its golden color, and allowing you to smell its sweet honey-like scent. You both hummed happily in synch before exchanging a look and bursting out into laughter.

“I missed you,” You said softly as he placed the pancakes quickly on two plates and handed you one. 

“Y/N, Our friendship is one that can’t be broken easily,” He said simply taking a fork and stabbing his pancake with it. “But, if I might suggest something, Loki is in his bedroom sulking,” he nodded off towards the hallway. You felt your stomach knot.

“I don’t know Thor, it might be a little too early for that…” You muttered your eyes staring down the hall. “I mean who knows if Loki even wants to see me,” You felt yourself bite your lip. “Go on Y/N, you can’t tell me that you don’t wish to move on with Loki .”

You turned your body sharply back to him your heart thumping inside your chest as loud as a drum. “You know I do, but it isn’t about what I want Thor.”  You heaved a heavy sigh. 

“He misses you terribly,” Thor said taking a bite of his pancakes. “I know that he desires to talk to you Y/N, you both should just make up with one another so that we can all live peaceably in this tower for the rest of our days.” 

Your teeth clenched. Thor was right, even if Loki didn’t forgive you that was okay. But you couldn’t let the last conversation that you had with one another be the argument from in your bedroom. You still remembered the bitterness and heartbreak in his voice. Replaying it in your head made your heart crack and shatter into hundreds of pieces every time you thought of him. If you continued like this, you’d be ruined.

You didn’t bother with the pancakes and left them on the counter before heading down the hall. Each step felt as if you were sinking in the ground. For a minute you hoped it was true, you’d almost prefer to be swallowed up by the earth rather than knock on Loki’s door.  You took a deep breath and raised your fist. 

But before it could even meet with the cool steel of the door that was blocking your entrance, the door slid open to reveal a tired looking Loki inside. 

The silence was deafening and terrifying. You stared into his eyes not even knowing what to say. It was funny, minutes prior to this your head was seemingly overflowing with every scenario and thought about what could possibly happen and how to handle each different situation that you imagined. But now? Well, it was as if all your thoughts had left your brain the minutes you laid eyes on him.

“Y/N…” Loki said. You were taken aback at how soft his words were. They held no acidity in comparison to the last conversation that you had with him. “What are you…I…”

“I’m sorry Loki.” You said in a quiet rush. “I’m just…I’m so sorry. I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, but I just can’t let myself sleep at night knowing I didn’t try as hard as I could to have you understand just how sorry I am.” Your words started to spill out of your mouth like running water out of a faucet slushing and splashing into one another not making sense until they were forced out into the open. “I know you don’t want to hear this… I know you don’t need to hear this but-”

He didn’t even let you finish before pulling you close into his arms by your wrist and kissing you. You felt your eyes close as he wrapped a slender arm around your back pulling you up against his chest. You felt yourself become overwhelmed as if someone had electrocuted with a thousand volts of lightning and then shoved your head under the ocean’s surface. So much was happening inside you at once, you wanted to apologize, you wanted to cry, you wanted to let him kiss you for eternity. Everything felt so complicated and yet so simple. Everything felt…

“Too right.” You pulled away from his lips quickly and stared at Loki again. 

“What? Y/N, what could you be possibly talking about?” He leaned in for another kiss but you shoved yourself away backing up against the wall of the hallway. 

“This….us…everything…” You started pulling at your hair staring at him in horror as you let a finger trace over your lips. “It can’t be this simple.”

“You’re being preposterous,” Loki said, you could hear the frustration in his voice but it wasn’t Loki’s frustration. It was something completely different.

“Who are you.” You demanded. Your hands instinctively went up to your face to knock out the imposter at any second.

“What are you going on about?! I am Loki, son of Odin and I love you Y/N,” he took another step towards you but you threatened to touch him with your hands causing him to take a quick step back.

“Nice try,” You growled squinting at him. “But I know an illusion when I see one. You can cut the bullshit.” Your voice dropped an octave in your anger and need to prepare yourself for a fight.

‘Loki’s’ confused expression broke out into a smile and then erupted into a laugh. Soon the entire room started to echo in an old scratchy cackle that made you want to rip your ears off. Loki’s body disappeared in a poof of green smoke and was soon replaced by the old grimy man that you had faced off against in the mill. Everything was starting to come back to you.

“I should have known,” You scowled at him. God the mere sight of him was enough to make you vomit right then and there. But of course, it’s not like it would do you any good. It was clear as to what was happening now, You both must have landed your hands against each other at the same time during your fight causing you both to fall into a deep slumber. The only difference was that he had ‘awoken’ in the middle of his dream first and sought you out to keep you from recognizing that you were sleeping. If he had succeeded who knows how long you could have been asleep. Hell, who knew how long you had been sleeping now? Time in dreamscapes past extremely slow in comparison to what was happening in reality. For all you knew, you could have been sleeping for a month maybe even three.

You felt your teeth grit together and your breath hissed through your lips in a sharp angry noise. 

“So my dear, how shall we play this little game then? It seems we’re both stuck in your dreamscape, and we both know only one of us will be able to get out of here.”

You let out a laugh. “Then I guess it’s unfortunate you’re not in a place that you can be comfortable hmm?” You laughed before lunging at him with your fist getting a good clean punch to his jaw making him fall over. 

He snickered loudly. “It’s a shame! You’re a splendid kisser, why not put those lips to good use instead of talking nonsense!!” You saw him laugh again seeing his one gold tooth in the middle of his gummy mouth. You actually felt like vomiting again all over the floor. That was it, this man was not allowed to escape from this place alive.

“You’re DISGUSTING!” You snarled kicking him in his side. Hey, you were no god of thunder but you were pretty sure that you could kick this geezer’s ass. And boy did he deserve that. 

He rolled across the floor of the compound feeling at his ribs and touching at a bloody nose. That shouldn’t have been happening in your dreamscape but that was a good sign. If he was bleeding and cowering in pain it meant he believed he was actually being hurt, and if he believed he was actually being hurt that meant that it would be easier to trap him here. 

You had to be careful. In a normal circumstance you could have pulled out a gun on an enemy in a dream and they would accept it because they didn’t know any better. But this was different, he was skilled in dreams maybe even more so than you. If you made one wrong move he would figure you out and this little game would be over.  You gave him another strong kick making his body skid across into Loki’s room. You grabbed the side of his door and slammed it shut on your own before bolting down the hallway in a fury.

You needed to find your door. At this point, you couldn’t even remember what it looked like. You were always so busy looking and walking into other people’s dreams that you rarely had time to experience dreams for yourself.  What would your door even look like? Was it plain? Did it have windows? Was it covered in flowers like your mothers or in barbed wires like your fathers? Maybe it had a layer of frost o it just like Loki’s had.

You heard a blood-curdling laughter echo through the halls of the compound again. It was loud enough that it shook you to your core and made your skin crawl off of your body.

“I’m coming for you, my dear!” The man sneered from behind. He was still a little ways off but that didn’t make the urgency of your situation lessen at all. You had to think, what was something that was important to you? What was something that defined you in the way that all your friends had things that defined them in their dreams? You felt your heart skip a beat suddenly, you knew exactly what you had to find.

You took a sharp turn down the hall until you saw your bedroom door come into view. You slid inside it quickly and saw your dream door standing in the midst of it. It was a plain white panel door but its outside was decorated with many dream catchers hanging from the top of its posts. Their beads glistened and colored the room almost like a kaleidoscope. You wished you would have had more time to look at it before doing what you had to do. 

You heard your bedroom door slid open quickly to see the dream wizard but it was too late. You were already on the other side of your dream door and had an ax materialized in your hands slamming and hacking away at the beautiful dream catchers that you admired only minutes before.

“STOP!!!!!!” He bellowed reaching for the door before reeling back so that his hand wouldn’t be chopped off by the ax that was cutting your door down. “I know you’re no fool!! Don’t you know what will happen if you destroy your own door girl?!” He screamed cringing with every chop that you took. 

“You’ll be stuck in the doorway forever!!! You won’t be able to get out into the real world ever again!” You didn’t even look him in the eyes and you made the ax shift into a chainsaw, letting it whirr to life as you raised it above the post to destroy it completely.

“I don’t care.” You whispered bitterly. You were tired of him, of hurting people, of yourself. You’d rather be trapped here if it meant you couldn’t hurt people anymore from the outside world. The chainsaw came down into your door and obliterated it, trapping both you and the dream wizard in the dreamscape.

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Hi! I just wanted to say I love your writing so much and when I found your HP!HQ fic was still updating, it made my day. I think you've now set the standard for all HP AU pics for me now. Have a great day!

I hope you don’t mind me answering this publicly @bananyaaa–I can delete it if you want :)

I’ve been struggling to respond to this. I write for myself but I do share my works because feedback is nice! But especially with my HP AU, some of the stories aren’t exactly in the popular category–they’re gen, no romance, no ships to fawn over, and an AU that not a lot of people want to deal with. 

So when people tell me they like my stories, it really means a lot. So thank you. It makes me glad I shared these fics :)

I’ll definitely finish The Crooked Kind but I don’t know how many more fics will be in this AU. The last few I have planned are gen, no romance fics. (I mean, I have vague ideas for like two one-shots, but those vague ideas usually don’t work out.) And it’s hard to write without feedback. IDK.

It’s a bit of a struggle because I love these AUs more than I can explain but it’s disheartening to see what I think are the better fics in the series get less attention than the ship fics just because those have smut or people kissing (which I get–I often search out shipping fics). I also acknowledge the anime isn’t coming out right now so there’s less people than usual reading fics.

Anyways. 

Thank you again so much. This really means a lot. I appreciate it so much

[vampireshuuichi]

Hakuouki!

put an anime in my ask

never seen it | need to see it | hate it | ugh | it was okay | i liked it | LOVED IT | one of my faves

// I have to be frank with you, but I tried to play the game the anime was based on, and wasn’t a huge fan of the characters (and characters are more important to me than plot or setting) ;;

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Zodiac Houses: Taurus/Slytherin//Origami

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