#but that on top of the tantrum i threw about not being able to find my needles and the spiral inherent in the system

[ourceliumnetwork]

i think i'm like. really in denial sometimes about how much pain i'm just Casually In...

OH NO WAIT HANG ON WAIT ACTUALLY MY MEDICINE WORE OFF AND I DID LIKE A LOT OF UNANTICIPATED ACTIVITY NEVER MIND I'M DUMB I'M HURTING FOR ACTUAL REASONS THIS TIME

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Needlework.

A grab-bag commission for the very lovely @pale-horse-writing.

Pairing: Yandere!OC x Reader.

Summary: Your long-term captor takes one more step towards making you his perfect little doll.

Word Count: 1.2k.

TW: Injury To Reader, Infantilization, Dollification, Feminization (Reader Dressed Femininely and Specifically NOT Cool With It), Implied Kidnapping, Unhealthy Relationships, and Non-Consensual Drug Use.

Every stitch took exactly fifteen seconds.

Two for the tip of the needle to pierce your skin, three more to find its exit-point, and ten for Dottie to pull the long, braided string through your punctured flesh. The final result was two perfectly symmetrical rows of neat, pinkish white ‘x’-es leading from the curve of your foot to the bottom of your knee, binding vinyl to skin and ensuring you wouldn’t be able to remove it without a great deal of trouble, without ruining your perfect white gloves and perfect white dress. The shoes themselves – because that was the point of this, as difficult as it was to remember, to make sure you couldn’t misbehave and remove your real punishment – were silver and well-polished, a pair that he'd just brought home a few days ago. There had been crossed strips of ribbon down the front at one point, but they’d been removed in favor of leaving that much more of your skin exposed, and in place of the dainty, delicate heels he usually preferred were thick platforms; about six inches tall and specially weighted to limit mobility. You couldn’t imagine where he’d gotten them. You couldn’t imagine how he’d gotten it into his head to use them for something like this.

Dottie brought the needle to your skin for the final stitch, the point sinking into your numb calf for the thousandth time. Despite everything, he wasn’t a sadist – the mask fitted over the lower half of your face and the canister it was attached to made sure you stayed limp, complacent, too strung-out to move or run or think as he worked. A few months ago, you would’ve protested, kicked and screamed and threw the kind of tantrum he’d have to calm with a hushed tone and a handful of sedatives, but you’d learned better, since then. He was going to do whatever he wanted to you, no matter how you reacted to it. The only thing you got to decide was how much it was going to hurt.

There was an airy chuckle, the sound of a thread being cut, then a fleeting kiss to the inside of your knee. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, peeling off his latex gloves and discarding them along with his bloody needle before turning his attention back to you, to your prone state. Your mask was removed, but your vision remained unfocused, the fog laying over your thoughts still thick as Dottie ran his fingertips over your cheek, rubbing out the lingering indents. Out of reflex, you leaned into his touch, eager to savor his gentleness before the numbness wore off and the ache let in, and your desperation was rewarded with a light hum, another kiss – the one to the top of your head. “You did beautifully.” You felt his lips against the shell of your ear, then your cheek. “I couldn’t ask for a better model.”

You tried to speak, to respond with something halfway coherent, but your tongue was too heavy and your throat was filled with cotton and it was all you could do to open your mouth, to let out something you could only compare to a fractured whimper. There was a sympathetic coo, a new weight on the edge of the velvet-cushioned lounge-seat he used for your little ‘adjustments’. Carefully, with pains taken not to disturb the delicate bows tied into your hair, he draped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. “I know, I know,�� he muttered, squeezing you against him before detangling himself from you completely. “But it’s for the best. I knew what had to be done the second I saw what you were getting up to while I was gone.”

What you were getting up to. He must’ve meant breaking his unspoken rules – cooking for yourself, changing out of his meticulously chosen outfits, loosening the strings of the lung-flattening corsets he took minutes out of his schedule to bind you into. You weren’t supposed to do anything, not while he was gone, not if there was a chance you’d bruise yourself or tear the hem of one of his handmade petticoats. He would never say it aloud, but he wasn’t subtle. He wanted you to be something pretty, something useless, something that was doted on and adorned with proof of his misplaced love. You’d heard him admit, once, while he thought you were asleep, that if he had his way, you wouldn’t have to do so much as think for yourself, but thankfully, he hadn’t found an article of clothing that can accomplish that. Not yet, at least.

“This’ll keep you out of trouble while I’m away.” He positioned himself at your side, clapping his hands the way you would if you were trying to get a child’s attention. An animal’s attention. “Why don’t you try taking a step for me, sweetheart?”

Dread, fear, and shame coiled in the pit of your stomach. With more than a little reluctance, you swung your feet over the side of the chair, tears immediately welling up and blurring your vision further as the platforms strained Dottie’s stitching and sent a thousand stabbing, agonizing jolts racing up your legs. Standing was no easier, but you managed to push yourself to your feet, to ignore the way your legs screamed in protest long enough to lift your right foot and took a single, unsteady st—

Your knees buckled, your strength faltering, and then you were on the ground, legs bent into a crumbled heap and dress fanning out around you. Dottie was by your side in a moment, pulling you into his arms as you heard yourself start to sniffle, as you felt warm tears start to drip down your cheeks. “Poor thing.” The sentiment was empathetic, but his cadence was overjoyed, brimming with excitement. It was the same tone he used when he sat you down in front of a vanity, made you watch as he fastened yet another lace collar around your neck. It was the same voice he used when he was on top of you, wiping away your tears as he pretended to care about whether or not you were happy. “Like a puppet without its strings. That’s alright, though. You know I’ll always be here to repair you.”

You rested your cheek against his chest, shutting your eyes. “People don’t need to be repaired.”

“But you do.” One last kiss, this one to the corner of your lips. This time, you couldn’t bring yourself to pretend the affection made you feel much of anything at all. “And that’s why I have to look after you.”

He was taking you back to your bedroom, to the pink-soaked space filled to the point of bursting with soft blankets and stuffed animals and all the things he wanted you to want. You’d be left there until the numbing agent wore off, until the pain was more than you could take, and when you cried out for him and his distorted comfort, he’d take joy in doting on you, in reassuring himself that you were too helpless to take so much as a step without his help.

You could only hope that, whenever he decided you’d learned your lesson, his stitches would come out faster than they’d gone in.

[vampirebloodie]

Mama's boy | Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x Reader

Summary: Where in an in-depth conversation with Adam you discover his family past and unlock a new fetish.

Warning: NSFW Smut 18+, mommy kink, male sub, unprotected sex

Your eyes stared into Adam's who looked at you like an abandoned puppy while you were still a little surprised. Adam suddenly revealed to you that he felt more comfortable being dominated during sex as a submissive. That wasn't even the biggest "problem" but the fact that he wanted to call you mommy, and all of this due to the fact that he had serious mommy issues since he was a teenager, after all, his mother had abandoned him alone at the age of 7 with just his father, who didn't pay much attention to him and even made homophobic comments to Adam, for simply thinking he was gay, when in fact he was just a delicate boy who wasn't ashamed to expose his feelings and tastes.

Either way, the lack of a mother figure had affected him in a way that the only way he might have been able to cope was by turning it into something sexual. You still didn't know exactly what to say to him, that question had really taken you by surprise.

“Adam, i...”

He stopped you and made a sad face.

“You don’t want to, i understand, it’s okay. I can handle it.”

He said with his head down and turned to the other side of the bed, covering himself with the sheet and turning off the lamp, like a tantrum child, Adam was older than you, but in terms of maturity and mental age you always won. You sighed and covered yourself with another sheet, closing your eyes and trying to sleep, also trying to ignore the thoughts about what he had said.

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A few days had passed since that little "argument" of yours with your boyfriend, there had been a strange atmosphere between the two of you ever since. Adam was bitterly regretting having told you his secret desire, he looked at it as if you were finding him weird or even disgusted by him, and that's why he was away, he felt embarrassed.

You, on the other hand, researched a little about this fetish of his and ended up finding the idea strangely interesting, you had never tried anything like this, in all your relationships you were used to being the submissive one during sexual moments and not the other way around, you never felt submissive to Adam, but on the contrary, he always showed signs that he liked a slight role reversal in sex, but you ignored it, thinking it was something in your imagination.

The two of you had already had dinner, separately, and Adam was in the room while you were cleaning the dishes. After washing everything and taking a quick shower, you put your low-cut pajamas, along with a sweet perfume, you headed towards the bedroom and entered. Adam, who had his eyes closed listening to music, started to sniffle, smelling you, he opened his eyes and removed his headphones, looking at you, who was leaning against the wall.

“Hey…”

He spoke a little awkwardly. You went towards him and climbed onto the bed, crawling towards him like an animal hungry for its prey, your hands went to his shoulders, pushing him onto the bed and climbing on top of him. Adam looked at you with wide eyes, if you hadn't noticed his member showing through his shorts, you would have said he was scared and afraid of you.

“Y/N... What are you doing?”

He asked, breathing heavily, feeling your face almost glued to his.

“Not Y/n. Today you will call me Mommy”

You spoke and heard him moan, feeling your tongue lick his neck until it reached his lips, where you attacked with pleasure, starting to kiss them, licks and bites, Adam tried to touch you but you pushed his arms against the bed, trapping him. You began to rub yourself against Adam's member making him moan against your mouth, stopping the kiss you observed his red face and sweaty hair.

“You’re going to be a good boy for mommy, hm?”

Your hand moved down to his dick, where you pulled down his shorts and began massaging it.

“Y-yes, mommy”

He gasped and threw his head back, enjoying your touch. You removed your hand, hearing him complain, and then took off your shirt, leaving your naked body on display. Adam's eyes lit up looking at your breasts and he soon reached out to touch, the boy wrapped his lips around your nipple starting to suck and lick. You sighed and after a few minutes you left him, pulling down his shorts completely exposing his cock completely, Adam's cheeks turned red and you smiled at his shyness.

“Don’t worry sugar, mommy will take care of you.”

You kissed his lips and fitted his member into your entrance, starting to ride him hard, Adam moaned loudly and in a good tone with his eyes closed, he looked like an angel with that innocent face contorted in pleasure and you loved it. Adam tried to touch you again, but you pinned his arms against the bed with one hand, while the other went to his nipple, where you pinched it and started to make some movements, you knew how sensitive he was in that part.

“P-please mommy don’t stop!!! Oh my good this is so fucking good!!”

He practically screamed in pleasure when you pinched him again. You had never been a dominant, but it certainly seemed a lot more fun after this than being a passive one. You smiled and kissed him again, his lips were so soft and you felt addicted to them. You felt that Adam was on the edge, one step away from cumming, so you stopped his movements, hearing him complain, almost crying. You changed position and stood between his legs, holding them open.

You grabbed his member and then put your tongue in, licking it, Adam moaned slyly, then you put it in your mouth and started sucking it while your hands squeezed his skinny thighs.

“Don’t even think about cumming now, baby. We have a long job tonight, hm?”

“Yes mommy, yes!”

You smiled.

“Good boy.”

[pluvpluvpluv]

Served Cold

18+ || MDNI || Content Warnings: violence, major HL game spoiler(s), swearing, I think that’s it.

Word Count: ~1.3k

Garreth Weasley x f!Ravenclaw!MC

A/N: Enjoy angry Garreth standing up for MC like 2 years after the fact but it’s the thought that counts really. I also wrote this almost all in one sitting so it is barely proofread xoxo Pluv

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“I want to hear all about fifth year,” Garreth insisted, finally coming down from the mild temper tantrum he threw when MC showed him the Room of Requirement…and accidentally let it slip that it had been his aunt who showed it to her in hopes of giving her somewhere private to catch up on her studies.

“You spent a lot of time with Sebastian that year.”

MC immediately clocked the jealousy in his voice, and she didn’t even try to hide the smug smile that settled on her face.

“And I’ve spent a lot of time with you every year since. I was trying to help him find a cure for Anne. We both went through a lot that year. Really Gare, it’s like having a brother.”

“And you two weren’t able to find anything to help Anne?”

His voice grew soft at the mention of the other Sallow twin. She had touched more hearts than just those in her house. Garreth remembered the girl fondly, filled with memories of antics that rivaled his own like some unspoken competition between the two. She, of course, had the benefit of being able to drag Sebastian and Ominis into her schemes. Maybe half the time he had been able to trick Leander into participating.

“No.” She hesitated before looking at Garreth, a newfound seriousness on her face. “Gare, I need you to swear to me what I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this room. Do you understand?”

He sat a little straighter on the couch they were sitting on. He looked down at her and his eyes scanned over her face, trying to find a clue for what was about to come out of her mouth.

“I swear, MC. Whatever you tell me will stay in this room.”

The tension gradually left her shoulders as she recounted most of what she and Sebastian did in an attempt to find a cure for the mysterious curse that plagued the girl in Feldcroft. She did, intentionally, twist the story of what exactly happened in the catacombs. Solomon Sallow’s true cause of death was a secret she’d take to the grave. In embracing the relief it felt to just tell someone, especially someone who mattered to her as much as Garreth did, about just how much she had done during her first year on top of defeating Ranrok under the school, she missed the boy beside her growing more and more tense with every word she spoke.

“He used an Unforgivable on you?”

The cold, level tone that she had never heard come from his lips finally clued her in on the fact that her boyfriend hadn’t quite enjoyed hearing what she had gone through.

“Well, it was that or we would’ve died down there, Gare. We found the skeleton of Ominis’s aunt for Merlin’s sake. And I didn’t know the spell then, so I couldn’t have cast it.”

“He could have – you didn’t know it then? So you know it now?!”

“I had him teach me later. I uh it’s very useful when you’re spending your nights going up against poachers and ashwinders.”

“Ominis was there too. They both just agreed to let you take the godsdamned torture curse?”

MC opened her mouth to speak, but before she could even get a word out, he was gone. It took longer for her body to react than she would’ve liked, and that delay paired with how much taller the Gryffindor was, she knew catching up to him before he found the Slytherin boys was going to be impossible.

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“Oi! Sallow!”

Garreth was marching across the courtyard, the anger radiating off of him in waves so palpable it repelled anyone standing between him and the two Slytherin boys he was looking for.

“What’s got your knickers—what the fuck?!”

Sebastian’s antagonistic greeting was cut short when Garreth’s fist made contact with his cheek. The redhead was absolutely seething.

“Not so fucking tough when it’s someone your own size, are you? Huh?”

“What in Merlin’s beard are you talking about?”

“Garreth, I—“

“Gaunt, if you open your mouth to try and defend him, what little grace I’m giving you will end. Don’t think I won’t exclude you from getting your arse kicked just because you can’t see it coming.”

His attention turned back to Sebastian, and the brunet still had the audacity to look confused. The sight just pissed Garreth off more.

“I know what you did, you fucking bastard. Were you not man enough to take it yourself? You had to make her take it? Did you two bring her to her common room afterwards or did you just let her walk all the way from the godsdamned dungeons up to Ravenclaw tower? You fucking cowards!”

His angry words were no longer enough and MC finally found them just as Garreth pounced on Sebastian and the two rolled around in the grass. Sebastian was only trying to dodge Garreth’s punches, and the fact he wasn’t fighting back just spurred the redhead on further.

“Levioso!” Her own voice carried across the lawn, her chest heaving as she felt she had searched everywhere in the castle before finally finding the scene she interrupted.

The anger didn’t leave Garreth’s eyes as he levitated over Sebastian until his glare was blocked by a particularly irritated and flustered witch. She affixed him with a withering stare before turning to her friend. She produced a wiggenweld potion from her pocket - because of course she still carried them around everywhere - and offered both Sebastian and Ominis an apology.

“I’ll deal with him. I apologize that I wasn’t quick enough to catch him before he found you two. I’ll handle him from here. I’ll speak with you two at dinner.”

Once the two were gone, she turned back to Garreth, arms crossed over her chest. Her gaze wasn’t as harsh as it had been, but it was still painfully obvious she wasn’t happy with him.

“I swear it won’t leave this room,” she mocked him, letting him fall to the ground.

Garreth’s cheeks almost matched his hair as he stood, frowning down at her as his eyes locked on hers.

”Well, I didn’t know the severity of what I was going to hear when you made me swear. You expected me to just hear what they, what he, made you endure and not do anything? Either one of them could have taken that curse instead of having you do it. I mean have they even apologized? It’s been two years, MC. Please tell me they at least had the decency to apologize afterwards.”

She hesitated, preparing to have to stop him again. “They don’t need to apologize. It was either take the curse or die. And I wasn’t going to die in some hidden room in this castle that no one else would know existed.”

His stare was incredulous as he tried to gauge how much her anger would be worth following the two snakes she set free. Feeling her arms wrap around him caused him to tense for a moment before he relaxed and he reciprocated her hold.

“Thank you for being so upset on my behalf, Garreth. If I were in the same scenario again, I’d take it. No matter who I would’ve been stuck there with, I would’ve taken that curse to get us out.”

”No, you wouldn’t have.”

She looked up at him, her facial expression indignant. She was clearly ready to argue but seeing the look on his face clearly made her falter and she didn’t speak.

”You wouldn’t have taken it if you were stuck with me. I love you too much to even imagine having to put you through that.”

The warm feeling from the Room of Requirement, when she realized she was able to tell him things she couldn’t tell anyone else, returned to her chest.

”I love you too, Garreth. Enough to never put us in a situation that requires that curse.”

He chuckled, leaning down closer to his favorite witch. “You’ve got a deal,” he murmured before sealing it with a kiss.

[crow-raven-crow]

Hi

can you write a story where the reader has mommy issues and always got insulted by her mother for her stretchmarks, but she doesn’t seems insecure because she always wear revealing tops and has kind of a „reputation“, she’s still a virgin though because she’s afraid anyone would judge her for her stretchmarks especially on her chest.

larissa somehow finds out and the reader throws a tantrum about how she isn’t insecure and stuff.

ends up with comfort, fluff and maybe smut if you’re comfortable.

Thank you:)

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𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 - [𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+]

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see ask above

masterlist

AO3 link in title

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𝐚/𝐧: I LOVE WRITING STUFF LIKE THIS LOW KEY

as someone who dealt and still deals with that insecurity from time to time, I love being able to write about it because it gives me some comfort as well. it’s something I love and praise on others because it shows signs of life and being human but always had a hit or miss feelings about it when it came to myself - i’ve since learned from it lmao but it’s something i love shedding light on.

some things got changed slightly but trust when i say it’s gonna wrap up and be all so cute because pookie Larissa is gonna be all over it

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You couldn’t help but continue to seek validation from your mother, even if it was just a sliver of a complement. Your relationship with her has always been.. rocky.. to say the least. Ever since your body showed early traces of womanhood, comment after comment was thrown at you from the woman.

Stand up straight, wear this, do this, how do you expect anyone to like you when you present yourself this way, why don’t you do this instead, don’t you see how hard I try for you, cover up those ghastly marks before anyone sees..

That last one always seemed to hit more than the others. There was nothing you could do to change your body from growing let alone in which places it chose to grow. It was something you always threw to the back burner, never wanting to resurface every little comment your mother would bring your way about them..

Regardless of how you felt about the marks, once you moved away it didn’t stop you from expressing yourself. Since you opened your own little flower shop in Jericho, nothing was stopping you from dressing the way you liked - even if it was slightly revealing. But you were your own boss at this point, so who could stop you?

When you first moved to the small town, it was hard for you to adjust to the crowd.. well.. more like a bit hard for the crowd to adjust to you. As you walked down the streets, whether it was to open your floral shop for the day or go on a break at the Weathervane, there were always eyes taking in your form. At first, the looks made you a bit uncomfortable - it made every insecurity you had run to the fore front of your mind. After a while though, it didn’t fail to give you the kick of confidence you needed your entire life.

From then you almost fed into the stares, revealing every curve you slowly learned to love, bringing out colors that were more your style and brought your eyes out more - all these were like the steps you needed to feel better in your own skin, even if you still had your off days. Your looks gathered the attention of some, but after they finally got to know the woman behind the looks, you started to know a lot more people all around Jericho. Though, you’d hate to admit you got sad after some interactions had a little more intentions than purely getting to know you..

You loved that this town operated on a ‘help one for the sake of all’ type of motto. It wasn’t rare for you to help out in the library or for others to come by for a chat and help you put away your orders for the week. The boost of confidence in your skin also helped grab the attention of the beautiful principal of Nevermore, Larissa Weems.

You remember you went to the Weathervane during your lunch break one day, your mind filled with information about your incoming flower order - what kind of arrangements you could make and offer, which flowers were more in season than others, etc - that when you walked into the warm coffee shop, you ran right into the woman.

A hot liquid ran down your chest and soaked into the fabric of your lacy crop top causing you to take a few rapid steps back while taking in the damage that had been done. The fabric got heavy with the liquid, causing it to pull itself down and stick to your skin. When you began to look up with an apology already leaving your lips, you froze as your eyes met piercing, worried ones. You took in her form and were glad to see that nothing had gotten onto the woman - she looked expensive and you weren’t sure if you could replace even one piece of fabric she wore. Her eyes raked in your form, stopping at your chest before meeting your eyes again. A blush appeared on her features, before you both caught up with reality.

She helped you back to your shop to clean up, using her scarf to clean the spilled hot chocolate on the way, and you took her back and bought her a new drink to replace the one you accidentally ruined. That day was the start of your relationship with the woman and you couldn’t be happier that you got her number to give her back the scarf once it was cleaned - both of you coming up with excuses to see the other at the start of it all.

~~

It’d been months into your relationship now and you both learned to adjust to each others lifestyles. As you turned the key to lock your shop up for the night, your chest filled with butterflies at the thought of going home to the woman that completely captured your heart.

You stepped into her office after giving your secret knock, something you talked about in case she was in a meeting, and took a deep breath of the smell of sandalwood and vanilla that filled the warm space. Your eyes landed on her form and you couldn’t help but smile as she came to meet you halfway, enclosing you in her arms and pulling you close.

Her lips met yours in a slow, soft kiss. You rested a hand on her cheek to deepen it, eliciting a low hum from your lover and your heart couldn’t help but swell in delight. She broke the kiss before leaving a slow trail down your neck, then stopping and pulling you flush against her. You were glad she was a patient woman, but you wouldn’t be lying if you said you grew to want more.

“Hello, my darling,” she said, her voice low and vibrating in her chest as she spoke. You both caught each other up on your day as you got settled - any issues you had, things you found fascinating, and… one thing your love thought was important to mention.

“Your mother called me today..” She said quietly, knowing you wouldn’t like the thought of the two talking. You let out a slightly frustrated groan as she finished her sentence. It wasn’t that you hated the thought, it was just that you knew your mother only approved because you were both successful, knowing that she would want a slice or more of the accomplishments you shared with your partner.

“What did she call about?” You asked while tending to some of the flower arrangements that sat on the bookshelf.

“She asked how we were doing, how your business was going.. She seemed very happy to hear all was well.” Her eyes were on you the whole time, loving the way you were so passionate about your job. It made her fall in love with you more and more whenever you brought her an arrangement home and explained what each flower meant and how they all went together.

“But?” A sigh left your lips, knowing that there was never only something good coming from the woman that raised you to have thicker skin. You turned your attention to the tall blonde and walked up to her desk, preparing yourself for anything hurtful to be thrown your way.

“She asked about your outfits.. if you’re covering up some things. Darling.. I’m sorry if this is a sensitive topic, but I need to ask.. Are you insecure about your stretch marks? She mentioned them a few times during the call and I-”

“No! I- no.. sorry..” Your gaze on your lover faltered and turned to anything else but her eyes as your voice weakened. Your mother never failed to mention your weak spots..

You heard slight shuffling come from in front of you and you closed your eyes, waiting for the worst - your mother had done a good job in making you expect nothing but that. Soft, gentle hands met your waist as one trailed up to capture your chin causing your eyes to flutter open. She moved your face to look at her, and her gaze translated nothing but love and concern - it pulled on your heartstrings.

“Love.. there’s nothing to be sorry about. Stretch marks are only-”

“No-” Your voice boomed slightly as your ripped yourself from her touch. You felt the dread your mother always managed to give you settle into your chest as you took a few steps back, tears threatening to fall from your eyes, but you pushed it down.

“I-I can’t- No. I’m not insecure about them. I-I can’t change that, I can’t help that my body created them..” Your voice was barely there towards the end of your small outburst. You hugged yourself tightly as you turned slightly away from Larissa.

She stepped towards you, placing her hands on your arms and guiding you to sit on one of the chairs in front of her desk. She ran her fingers up and down your arms and legs, tracing small patterns that brought you back to earth, brought you back to her. As your eyes fluttered open, she placed a hand on your cheek and stroked her thumb along the smooth skin. You let out a sigh and opened yourself up again as you leaned into her touch.

“I am insecure about them..” You whispered weakly, still avoiding to meet the sapphire gaze your love threw your way.

“They’re only natural, my darling girl.. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve always thought about them as blessings from the gods - their touch leaving beautiful, iridescent lightning strikes along your skin as they thought about your creation..” She spoke with a loving tone as she grabbed one of your hands and kissed along the skin softly.

She never failed to make you feel loved, and she always gave you new ways to think about things. You were lucky to have Larissa Weems as your lover.

“I’ve.. never thought about that before…” A small chuckle left your lips as your eyes fluttered shut, savoring her touch. “I’m sorry..”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, my love.. Can I show you how beautiful I think they are?” She asked, your eyes opening and meeting hers. You let out a shuddering breath as a shiver ran through your body, a blush settling itself on your cheeks.

“Yes..” She took in your answer with a smile as she guided you up and out of the chair. She guided you to your shared bedroom that was attached to the office and sat you down on her lap as she sat on the bed.

“If at any point you become uncomfortable, feel free to say anything and we will stop. I want you to feel loved and beautiful, so if I’m doing anything to make you feel otherwise I want to know. Okay, my sweet girl?” She stroked your sides softly, moving her touch along your thighs and up your sides before going back down and repeating the process.

“Yes, Rissa.. I’ll tell you..” You couldn’t help but lean forward, wanting more of her touch to explore your body, after she settled some of your nerves.

“Good girl..” She whispered against your lips causing a whimper to leave your throat as your lips met.

The kiss started slow as your hands wandered each others bodies. She pulled you closer by your hips and you couldn’t help but let out a low groan at the slight friction. Her fingers trailed under your top, erupting goosebumps in their wake, as she slowly pulled the garment over your head and tossed it aside.

She took a moment to look at your form, her pupils dilating as she took in a breath. Her reaction alone caused your body to heat up and a deep blush to creep onto your features.

“You’re absolutely beautiful..” She whispered as she traced her fingers lightly along your sides, along the fabric of your bra and down your arms before capturing you in another kiss. The kiss was deeper this time, more hungry and slightly more urgent from the both of you. You both started to take off every piece of fabric that was between you, littering the floor around you in different pieces of clothing before she shifted you onto your back.

Your arms wrapped around her shoulders as you pulled her as close as you could, but it didn’t last long as she wanted to see everything she was about to worship. She kissed a trail down your jaw before pulling away, her gaze moving along every curve, every bone, every mark your body had on display, to commit it all to memory.

She moved a hand and softly ran her fingertips along the stretch marks that littered your chest, the cool touch leaving goosebumps in its wake as your nipples hardened. She took the opportunity to run her thumb over your left bud, erupting a whimper from your throat as your pushed your chest into her hand more.

“You’re breathtaking, my darling..” She said, her gaze meeting yours before shifting her attention to your chest again. Her right hand held onto your side, her thumb tracing along the bottom of your rips as the other continued to tease your left bud. She kissed down, making sure her lips met every stretch mark your body had to offer on your right side before licking your right bud, capturing it in her mouth.

The sensation sent chills through your body and a warm feeling to fill your lower abdomen as you let out a breathy moan, one that you quickly used your arm to cover up. Her ministrations along your body stopped as she moved up and pinned your hands on either side of your head gently. She leaned in close, her hot breath traveling along your skin.

“Don’t hide those intoxicating sounds from me, my dear.. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel - can you do that for me, love?”

Your eyes fluttered shut at her words before rapidly nodding your head yes. She would be the death of you, and, if there was a god in the afterlife, you were sure it was the woman above you as you continued to give into her every touch.

“Words, love.. I need words..” She whispered firmly as she squeezed your arms gently.

“O-ok yes.. yes just please-” You begged, your tone desperate causing her to slam her lips into yours. You moaned into the kiss as your back arched wanting more of her, needing and taking any and every new sensation she would give you.

Her lips trailed back down, this time leaving a trail of deep, purple marks in its path, covering your skin for the first time, as she gave your left bud the same attention she gave the other. She dragged out all her actions as her lips traced over every inch of your skin, making sure to praise every inch of your skin.

Her lips moved down as her arms hooked around your thighs. Her lips and tongue met your hips, touching every mark there and lower. She kissed down, avoiding where you needed her most as she kissed along one of your thighs and back up the other.

She took two fingers and gently ran them through your folds, letting out a loud groan at how wet you were. The slow touch was agonizing as you let out a low moan, curious as to how this could get any better.

“All of this for me?” She asked, moving her gaze to yours as she placed the fingers in her mouth and sucked, letting out a moan at your taste.

You couldn’t take it anymore - you wanted, no, needed more of the woman. The desire you felt for your lover was all consuming, and she could tell as you moved your body closer to her. She kissed your mound and down to your clit, leaving a trail along your slit. She paused for a moment, her hot breath slipping out and dragging out the moment causing you to whimper. She flattened her tongue against you before running it up through your folds and swirling around your sensitive bud. The action made a near pornographic moan leave your lips as her tongue sent waves of pleasure throughout your body.

You gripped the sheets underneath you as you threw your head back as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your body, moving through your abdomen, to your chest, and to your fingertips and toes. Your legs were shaking with the ferocity she used as she sucked your clit. A finger teased your entrance, collecting your juices before plunging into your cunt.

Your back arched at the feeling, loving the stretch as she built you up to pure bliss. Another finger followed, slowing pumping in and out of you before curling at just the right spot. Each movement she graced your body with had you seeing stars as you were built closer and closer to the edge. Everything felt light as the world faded away, the only things existing in this moment were the two of you, intertwined.

“You’re doing so good for me, my darling girl..” She said before circling around your clit, shocks of pleasure shooting through you.

More moans left your lips as your chest heaved with every gasp that left it. You felt a tug in your lower abdomen, and, with a few more curls from her fingers, you came as her name left your lips. Hot pleasure coursed through you as she helped you ride out your high before pulling away, a whimper leaving you at the loss of contact.

She kissed your thighs before rushing to grab a glass of water and a towel to clean you up. When she came back, the bed shifted down and your eyes fluttered open, meeting hers. You drank some water as she cleaned the sensitive area gently. When you were done, she set the glass aside and captured you in her arms. She stroked your hair out of your face as she placed a kiss to your forehead.

“You did so good for me, my love..” Her voice was gentle and so full of love. You couldn’t help but cuddle into the crook of her neck, her words making your heart swell. She littered your face with small kisses as a smile grew on both of your faces. She traced her hand along your side and back, using the softest touch as she met every stretch mark underneath her fingertips.

You looked up at her before cupping her face in your hands and placing a long, loving kiss on her lips - your smile noticeable as you did so. Your thumbs stroked along the smooth surface of her skin as she leaned closer to you.

“I love you, Larissa.. thank you..” you whispered against her lips. “I’ll come to love them, I’m sure of that now..”

“Good,” she replied softly, her tone full of adoration. “I’ll be right here if you ever need a reminder.” She winked, causing you both to laugh in each others embrace.

You were already down that path to loving your lightning marks more. She helped you realize a lot about their beauty, after all..

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𝐚/𝐧: LOL HI

so this was my first smut HAHH UHHMMMMSAHSKFJB

i hope you guys liked it. there are some amazing writers out there so i’m hoping i did good????

it was so fun to see another ask in my inbox this morning and it’s nice to be able to shoot something out like i did this so fast guys it was so fun

i’m probably gonna work on my next series this weekend with some things in between - I posted the title of the next one on my masterlist already! this is the hella angst one i hinted at a bit ago and i’m so excited to start that. i don’t really know how many chapters its going to be (probably not long) but i think the deeper i get into it the more i’ll be able to update you

this was fun so i hope you enjoyed and FINN !! ty so much for the ask. it was nice to write something i related to :)

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐯𝐲𝐧

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𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: (tagged anyone who asked/wanted to be on the "all works" taglist)

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[thewitchofbooks]

A few things about Cyril Rose, Chevalier Michel and Lucian

I was always curious about Chevalier's behavior towards Cyril, especially after Lucian was introduced as the covert and the royal guard later on for Chevalier. The question in my mind was, if Chevalier really trust Cyril to become the lead knight of the foreign affairs faction, then would he ever call him by his name? The post is based on Chevalier's election promise party event

Spoilers and facts about Cyril (and a few about Lucian) under the cut!

After obtaining Chevalier's Early Clear Bonus from this party event (promise from 2nd anniversary/election):

The story was in his POV and fully voiced (meaning that his thoughts and dialog were voiced, except for a few lines of narration).

But from this story, we are able to see a few sides of Chevalier that we never saw before, nor did we hear him talk about. Including Cyril Rose.

The story starts with him training with the knights, before "killing them" as he said after knocking them out. And it ends with Cyril being the only one standing. From the Mc's POV, Cyril could keep up really well, but Chevalier kicked his sword. In Chevalier's POV, Cyril actually got distracted, else the battle would have continued.

This whole training thing was never something that Chevalier would have done, but he feels the need to show off in front of Emma.

Back to the topic, while training and inwardly praising all the knights, who were able to keep up so much longer against him, Chevalier thought of Cyril.

And while thinking of him as Clavis' knight, he also acknowledges his name!! The same way Lucian's name is acknowledged, meaning that it's written right on top of his job in the castle:

Translation:

Chevalier's thoughts: 'Usually, I leave the management of the knight's to Clavis and the red head (Cyril),'

So he does, indeed, acknowledge him with his name. Conclusion: Chevalier loves to "make fun" of others with these nicknames (more like he points out what describes them XD). Lucian is also called the long black haired royal guard (Since Chevalier is the king, Lucian is the royal guard).

A few things for Cyril:

In the party event story (previous discussion), it shows how much more familiar the knights are with Chevalier and how much more they are scared of Cyril (as their master in training). Chevalier told them to run 100 laps around the castle, making the knights complain about it (with no fear towards him). Translation of the moment:

Knights:"Hyahhhhhh.....100 laps!?"

Chevalier:"Even if I'm showing the losers mercy?"

Cyril:"Thank you for your mercy! Everyone, keep your mouth shut!"

When Cyril told them to shut their mouth, they all stopped complaining and run out to train

Before that, Chevalier admitted to Cyril that out of all of the knights, he would be the only one standing at the battlefield. And not only that, but he told him to make sure to withdraw if something goes wrong and return to the castle before he dies. He also said that he should help and save as many of those around him, leaving Cyril at a loss but he was quick to agree with Chevalier.

Thank you for reading this far! This event was truly enjoyable and definitely worth to get the ECB. A small flashback of Chevalier and Clavis is also in there, but in Chevalier's thoughts.

Chevalier was drawing Benitoite in huge detail and Emma was watching in amazement, before she complimented him. Chevalier thought that he never payed attention to drawing before, but he once tried it, because Clavis made him draw to find a weakness, but Chevalier knew how, so Clavis threw a tantrum when he saw the finished project.

And of course, after he finished drawing Benitoite, he drew Jade and gave attention to the huge greenhouse, because it looked like it came out of a fairy-tale, so he knew Emma would love this the most.

Although he finished with the drawings, gave them to Emma after she asked to keep them, knowing that all he was doing was useless and had nothing to do with their lessons, he still asked her to draw something for him.

(Keep in mind that Sariel doesn't give Emma lessons as much anymore, it's mostly Chevalier when he is off of work).

Emma drew roses, books (Chevalier's thoughts were that this was a rose garden with her favourite things), and in the end, she added added tiger! And Chevalier took the quill pen from her hands to draw a little rabbit too. He started praising Emma a lot and her expressions changed a lot, so he laughed very hard at her (his thoughts were that he never laughed this hard in his whole life).

[fungifanart]

Hey Fungiiii! Hope you're doing well!

Could I request a fluffy Trey x M!reader story bc where the reader is stressed and burned out because of life, and it's keeping him from being able to do anything creatively (writing is preferred but I'm leaving it completely up to you). Also could it be an established relationship and Trey decides to comfort reader with tea and possibly cuddles?

Fatigue

Characters: Male reader, Yuu!reader, Trey Clover, Grim

CW: Burnout/Writer's block, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 643

Notes: Hey, BIIIIIIIIIITCH! Of course you can! Funny you requested this, since I'm kinda going through some writer's block of my own, but I managed to get this one done, regardless! (Even if it's pretty short)

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Among many other things, Trey Clover is known throughout Heartslabyul for essentially being the entire dorm's dependable big brother. Whether it be guiding his underclassmen through their homework, calming the seemingly bottomless pit of rage that is his housewarden or preparing a banquet's worth of sweets for an unbirthday party the next day, they know that he'll handle it with his usual playful smirk.

So, what could cause said smirk to waver like it's doing right now?

Perhaps the fact that he's spent the whole of exam week rarely seeing hide or hair of his beloved boyfriend, only to find out later that said boyfriend had to fight for his life against a THIRD overblot ON TOP of basically signing his dorm away.

Upon receiving this information, Trey does the unthinkable and drops his responsibilities, packing himself off to Ramshackle, determined to make sure his boyfriend is okay and then give him a piece of his mind for not telling him about it, only to be let in by the dorm's resident ghosts rather than the Prefect himself, causing his anger to be accompanied by growing concern.

Finally reaching the Prefect’s room, Trey opens the door to reveal his boyfriend slumped over on his desk in front of a typewriter, his head on its side facing away from the door.

Panicking, Trey rushes to his boyfriend's side, “Y/n! Are you okay?!” He asks while shaking his lover, who only turns his head around to face him.

“I'm going insane, my love.” The Prefect says in a monotone voice.

“What do you mean??” Trey asks while sitting the other man up in his chair, his anger temporarily on the shelf.

“It’s just so unfair! I didn't have any time to write during exam week and then suddenly I had to worry about not losing my entire dorm to some wannabe mob boss and then not getting shish-kabobed when the same guy threw a temper tantrum!” The Prefect rants while making wild hand gestures, “I finally found time to write and thought I could use my experiences as inspiration, but when I think about what happened, my hands start shaking and my brain can barely string one sentence together!”

The Prefect’s rant slows down as he turns and buries his face in Trey's chest, “And the worst part of it all is that I've barely been able to see you the entire time! I-I really missed you, y'know?” He says with a small sniffle that causes Trey's anger to melt away.

Pulling the Prefect out of his chair and onto the bed, Trey sits next to him and places a soft, but passionate kiss on his lips, “I missed you too, Y/n. I missed you a lot.” He says after pulling away.

Trey really can't stay mad at him, can he?

However, seeing the Prefect eyeing his typewriter again, Trey quickly pulls him into another hug and then onto their backs on the bed, “I think we've both earned a little rest, don't you?”

The Prefect opens his mouth to protest when Grim, who has been curled up near the back of the bed until now, pipes up, “Myrrgh…please…can't take the sound of crumpling paper anymore…” He groans before putting his head back down.

Trey raises his own head to look at the trash can next to the desk, sees that it's overflowing with balled-up pieces of paper and is about to give his boyfriend a knowing smirk when he looks back to see said boyfriend already fast asleep, the fatigue of everything he's gone through having finally caught up with him.

Trey's smirk is replaced with a loving smile as he tucks himself and the Prefect under the covers, “Sleep well, Y/n.” He says while placing a small kiss on his forehead before getting comfortable and closing his eyes as well.

[pluviowriting]

Served Cold

18+ || MDNI || Content Warnings: violence, major HL game spoiler(s), swearing, I think that’s it.

Word Count: ~1.3k

Garreth Weasley x f!Ravenclaw!MC

Repost from original blog @/pluvpluvpluv

A/N: Enjoy angry Garreth standing up for MC like 2 years after the fact but it’s the thought that counts really. I also wrote this almost all in one sitting so it is barely proofread xoxo Pluv

“I want to hear all about fifth year,” Garreth insisted, finally coming down from the mild temper tantrum he threw when MC showed him the Room of Requirement…and accidentally let it slip that it had been his aunt who showed it to her in hopes of giving her somewhere private to catch up on her studies.

“You spent a lot of time with Sebastian that year.”

MC immediately clocked the jealousy in his voice, and she didn’t even try to hide the smug smile that settled on her face. 

“And I’ve spent a lot of time with you every year since. I was trying to help him find a cure for Anne. We both went through a lot that year. Really Gare, it’s like having a brother.”

“And you two weren’t able to find anything to help Anne?”

His voice grew soft at the mention of the other Sallow twin. She had touched more hearts than just those in her house. Garreth remembered the girl fondly, filled with memories of antics that rivaled his own like some unspoken competition between the two. She, of course, had the benefit of being able to drag Sebastian and Ominis into her schemes. Maybe half the time he had been able to trick Leander into participating.

“No.” She hesitated before looking at Garreth, a newfound seriousness on her face. “Gare, I need you to swear to me what I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this room. Do you understand?”

He sat a little straighter on the couch they were sitting on. He looked down at her and his eyes scanned over her face, trying to find a clue for what was about to come out of her mouth.

“I swear, MC. Whatever you tell me will stay in this room.”

The tension gradually left her shoulders as she recounted most of what she and Sebastian did in an attempt to find a cure for the mysterious curse that plagued the girl in Feldcroft. She did, intentionally, twist the story of what exactly happened in the catacombs. Solomon Sallow’s true cause of death was a secret she’d take to the grave. In embracing the relief it felt to just tell someone, especially someone who mattered to her as much as Garreth did, about just how much she had done during her first year on top of defeating Ranrok under the school, she missed the boy beside her growing more and more tense with every word she spoke.

“He used an Unforgivable on you?”

The cold, level tone that she had never heard come from his lips finally clued her in on the fact that her boyfriend hadn’t quite enjoyed hearing what she had gone through.

“Well, it was that or we would’ve died down there, Gare. We found the skeleton of Ominis’s aunt for Merlin’s sake. And I didn’t know the spell then, so I couldn’t have cast it.”

“He could have – you didn’t know it then? So you know it now?!”

“I had him teach me later. I uh it’s very useful when you’re spending your nights going up against poachers and ashwinders.”

“Ominis was there too. They both just agreed to let you take the godsdamned torture curse?”

MC opened her mouth to speak, but before she could even get a word out, he was gone. It took longer for her body to react than she would’ve liked, and that delay paired with how much taller the Gryffindor was, she knew catching up to him before he found the Slytherin boys was going to be impossible.

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“Oi! Sallow!”

Garreth was marching across the courtyard, the anger radiating off of him in waves so palpable it repelled anyone standing between him and the two Slytherin boys he was looking for.

“What’s got your knickers—what the fuck?!”

Sebastian’s antagonistic greeting was cut short when Garreth’s fist made contact with his cheek. The redhead was absolutely seething.

“Not so fucking tough when it’s someone your own size, are you? Huh?”

“What in Merlin’s beard are you talking about?”

“Garreth, I—“

“Gaunt, if you open your mouth to try and defend him, what little grace I’m giving you will end. Don’t think I won’t exclude you from getting your arse kicked just because you can’t see it coming.”

His attention turned back to Sebastian, and the brunet still had the audacity to look confused. The sight just pissed Garreth off more.

“I know what you did, you fucking bastard. Were you not man enough to take it yourself? You had to make her take it? Did you two bring her to her common room afterwards or did you just let her walk all the way from the godsdamned dungeons up to Ravenclaw tower? You fucking cowards!”

His angry words were no longer enough and MC finally found them just as Garreth pounced on Sebastian and the two rolled around in the grass. Sebastian was only trying to dodge Garreth’s punches, and the fact he wasn’t fighting back just spurred the redhead on further.

“Levioso!” Her own voice carried across the lawn, her chest heaving as she felt she had searched everywhere in the castle before finally finding the scene she interrupted.

The anger didn’t leave Garreth’s eyes as he levitated over Sebastian until his glare was blocked by a particularly irritated and flustered witch. She affixed him with a withering stare before turning to her friend. She produced a wiggenweld potion from her pocket - because of course she still carried them around everywhere - and offered both Sebastian and Ominis an apology.

“I’ll deal with him. I apologize that I wasn’t quick enough to catch him before he found you two. I’ll handle him from here. I’ll speak with you two at dinner.”

Once the two were gone, she turned back to Garreth, arms crossed over her chest. Her gaze wasn’t as harsh as it had been, but it was still painfully obvious she wasn’t happy with him.

“I swear it won’t leave this room,” she mocked him, letting him fall to the ground.

Garreth’s cheeks almost matched his hair as he stood, frowning down at her as his eyes locked on hers.

”Well, I didn’t know the severity of what I was going to hear when you made me swear. You expected me to just hear what they, what he, made you endure and not do anything? Either one of them could have taken that curse instead of having you do it. I mean have they even apologized? It’s been two years, MC. Please tell me they at least had the decency to apologize afterwards.”

She hesitated, preparing to have to stop him again. “They don’t need to apologize. It was either take the curse or die. And I wasn’t going to die in some hidden room in this castle that no one else would know existed.”

His stare was incredulous as he tried to gauge how much her anger would be worth following the two snakes she set free. Feeling her arms wrap around him caused him to tense for a moment before he relaxed and he reciprocated her hold.

“Thank you for being so upset on my behalf, Garreth. If I were in the same scenario again, I’d take it. No matter who I would’ve been stuck there with, I would’ve taken that curse to get us out.”

”No, you wouldn’t have.”

She looked up at him, her facial expression indignant. She was clearly ready to argue but seeing the look on his face clearly made her falter and she didn’t speak.

”You wouldn’t have taken it if you were stuck with me. I love you too much to even imagine having to put you through that.”

The warm feeling from being able to tell him things she couldn’t tell anyone else returned to her chest.

”I love you too, Garreth. Enough to never put us in a situation that requires that curse.”

He chuckled, leaning down closer to his favorite witch. “You’ve got a deal,” he murmured before sealing it with a kiss.

[h0n3ysuckl3]

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

clingy

nagi seishiro x reader

word count: 827

Nagi is often easily bored. He always finds himself either dozing off or fidgeting with his thumbs against his phone. Everything feels like too much effort, to the point it can tend to come across as concerning. He had the terrible habit of draping himself over you, always tossing his arms over your shoulders and slinging his weight against your back. He was always careful when doing it, always so gentle to be sure he didn’t knock you clean off your feet when he decided to use you as a rest to tide him over until he could find a more permanent spot to sit.

It was a habit he always had, something he did often to people he felt close to or wanted to be close with. The first time he had done it to you nearly caused Reo to scream and fall to his knees as if he wasn’t quite literally in the middle of a game. You were simply help, just a staff member of Blue Lock that aided the boys during their stay. Nagi just found himself drawn towards you whenever possible. Every single time you were close he was hanging off you like a lost dog until he just started throwing himself on you.

The weight on your back was comforting in a way; Nagi’s strong arms over your shoulders and loosely hanging onto himself while he sunk down into you, letting the ridiculous heat he radiated soak through your clothes and heat you to your core. It only started to be a problem when he began interrupting your work. Speaking to Isagi? Nagi suddenly needed to be clinging to you. Chigiri wanted help fixing his hair while his hands were wet? Nagi starts pulling on the hem of your shirt and huffing. His biggest tantrums always happened when Barou was around, which was relatively often.

Barou took a lot of care to keep himself in top condition, so he was never shy to walk up to you when he needed something, whether that be a refill of his water, a towel, or anything else. It drove Nagi up the wall. He didn’t fully get it, not even a little bit, why it made him want to kick Barou right in his chest as the striker got down lower to let you feel his shoulder after he slammed into Kunigami a bit too hard during a practice drill. It made him ball his fists up and huff and puff while watching, not picking up a single word that Reo was saying to him the entire time, just focusing on the push of your fingers into Barou’s shoulder, under his shirt, speaking to him so softly while making sure he wasn’t in any pain and it was just sore for the upcoming bruise.

Nagi didn’t know what was coming over him while he walked over, a flare of green creeping up in the edges of his vision when Barou flexed his back to let you check further, and Nagi suddenly threw himself into your side, his arms wrapping tight around you to yank your hands away from Barou so he could begin whining something incomprehensible about his ankle being sore. He was lying, of course, but what else was he supposed to do when you were fawning over Barou’s imaginary injury? Just let that buffoon do that to you? He could never.

Barou gets ready to jump down Nagi’s throat until he sees the white haired layabout grabbing at your shirt as he whines and sways about on his ‘injured’ ankle and he quickly gathers what’s going on, grumbling about how he’ll make someone else go get his ice while he stalks away.

“Shiro, you can’t just grab me away from my work. It’s my job to help take care of you guys.” You try to brush his hands off of you, but Nagi just tightens his grip on your clothes.

“I don’t want you to take care of anyone else. I want you to take care of me and only me.” He pouts while he says it, and you consider telling him that he looks absolutely adorable.

“Nagi, that isn’t how it works. I know you prefer me over the other staff, but-”

“I don’t prefer you. I need you.” Seishiro cuts you off, his chest puffing up. “Be mine only, okay? Then everything is fine.”

You stare at Nagi in shock as blood rushes to your face, and right when you’re able to nurse the air back to your lungs, he throws himself onto you. Nagi is a big guy, easily dwarfing an awful lot of people, and his arms easily encircle you and squeeze while his weight droops down onto you, smothering you in his heat.

“All mine.”

“Mhm,” you close your eyes and wrap your arms around his waist in return, finally allowing yourself to really be as close as he’s wanted you to be, “whatever you want. Yours.”

[ashxketchum]

Final day of November!

I wasn’t planning on posting this anywhere tbvh, but since I’m in London I thought, well this is a great way to end TyHil Month!

So this is the 2nd part of my PokeDigiBey TyHil focused Hogwarts AU. First part can be read on FFN as Chapter 28 of One Hundred Tales. This picks up exactly where that ends, so if you read that you would have no problem following the dynamics here.

I can’t be sure about the word count as I’m posting this from my phone, but this is unedited and sort of a dump of all my thoughts for this chapter so please excuse any bad writing.

TyHil Hogwarts AU Part 2 (Our Golden Days)

xxx

As the greenery surrounding the castle began to change colour and the gentle October chill greeted the students every morning, the first visit to Hogsmeade rolled around in the blink of an eye.

While running around from class to class and being buried under a pile of homework every day since the term began, Tyson's open invitation still managed to dance around Hilary's mind every time she lay in bed and closed her eyes for the night. She tried not to think too badly of herself for not being able to give him an answer yet. Despite the sometimes doubtful look that would cross Sora's eyes if his name ever came up in the conversation between them, or the slightly curious arching of Charlie's eyebrows if it was Hilary who brought him up in the conversation. No, there was no reason for her to feel guilty over being fickle minded, since Tyson had made it clear that he would wait. And besides, even if Hilary was able to figure out a response, the two of them barely had the time to sit down and talk about their feelings anymore.

Having opted for the most amount of subjects in their year, if Hilary was not dashing from one end of the castle to the other to make it to her next class on time, she would be glued to a corner in the library, frantically scribbling on parchments trying to finish all her assignments on time.

Tyson was kept equally busy by Kai taking every opportunity to squeeze in a Quidditch practice after classes. Rumours about the likeness of the Gryffindor team practicing at odd hours to Ghosts roaming around the castle aimlessly cropping up did nothing to deter Kai's dedication. The only one who did manage to influence the Captain in some capacity was Mimi, when she threw a tantrum in the Common Room about how she was not able to spend time with her friends anymore and Kai, unable to stand tall against her crocodile tears and shrill voice, caved into allowing the team to rest for a whole weekend. Not that it made much of a difference in the end, since the entire team, including Kai, spent their free time snoring away in their beds which only made Mimi more upset.

The only time Hilary could see Tyson lately was in the Great Hall during meals or in the few classes they shared, neither of which made for spaces where she could bring up the topic of his Hogsmeade invitation privately. Though what she would've said if they got the chance to talk was an entirely different matter. On days when she felt like she was on top of her schoolwork and managing her prefect duties marvelously, there was a skip in her feet as she turned every corner expecting to see Tyson so she could tell him that maybe taking up his offer didn't sound so bad after all. But then she would get back her graded homework for one of the classes and the feedback wouldn't be what she wanted to see, making her want to stay buried in her corner of the library, knowing that Tyson would never be able to find her there.

It probably wasn't a good sign that when she came across a book in the restricted section that talked about potions used for stabilizing moods, Hilary's first thought was to try that out for herself in the hopes so she could either be giddy or grumpy all the time, rather than swinging back and forth between the two like an out of control pendulum.

Not trusting herself around the book, she decided that it was time to head back to the Common Room and continue her studies cozied up against the fireplace with the soothing sound of her friends chatting in the background. As the portrait door swung open to allow her entry, Hilary was surprised to find that the room was emptier than usual considering how it was a Friday night. One quick sweep told her that the Quidditch team was missing, possibly still out practicing, she concluded with a sigh. She spotted Mimi with some third years and made her way towards the group. Settling her study material on a desk close to Mimi, she greeted the group of girls with a smile before picking up a book from her pile, An Advanced Outlook into Arithmancy, a bit ahead of where they were in the course right now but it wouldn't hurt to go through it once.

She almost put a tear in the page of the book on account of clutching onto it so hard when May got up to excuse herself, announcing that she wanted a good night's sleep before her first ever Hogsemeade visit.

The first Hogsmeade weekend was tomorrow.

And she still hadn't spoken to Tyson.

Hilary sunk into the chair, holding the book high in front of her face so Mimi or anyone else wouldn't be able to see the pained expression on her face. Regardless of her feelings, she didn't want Tyson to keep waiting for her to show up tomorrow. Technically, as Sora would say, she had already stood him up once this year and it just won't be right for her to do it again.

She hoped that her guess about the Quidditch players still out practicing was true because she knew that heading up to the Boys dormitory to ask Tyson to step out for a few minutes would embarrass her into oblivion.

Forcing her eyes to concentrate on the book in her hand, Hilary made up her mind to wait out here for Tyson to show up.

What she would say to him when he did, was something she'd decide after looking at his face, which itself made it seem like she was fighting a losing battle. Though, as her fellow housemates began to trickle back up to their rooms slowly, there still was no sign of any of the players returning.

Mimi stayed to talk about some trouble she had been facing with her Muggle Studies classes lately, but it wasn't long before her eyes began to droop and Hilary suggested that they pick up the topic later over the weekend. Nodding agreeably Mimi rested her head against Hilary's knees, sleepy eyes staring at the entrance of the common room in wait of possibly Misty or Sora.

The candles lighting up the room had long since dimmed, making Hilary wonder just how long Kai was planning to have their friends slave it out tonight. It was only when the clock kept ticking and she felt Mimi's soft rhythmic breathing against her leg as she dozed off, did her wonder turn into worry. She had kept her book away a while ago but her hands were itching to do something as she waited, so she began to stroke Mimi's hair, the softness of which instilled some calm into her now tensed body.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the portrait door swung open to let Ash and Misty in, the pair of them looking extremely frustrated yet relieved at the same time, if that were even possible. Mimi woke up at the sound of their arrival, rushing to Misty's side so she could share all the things that had been planned for their Hogsmeade visit tomorrow in her friend's absence. The two walked up the staircase with looped arms, Misty looking livelier by the minute as Mimi kept on talking about Hogsmeade. Ash watched them leave with a pout on his face, when neither of the girls bothered to turn around, he glanced at Hilary and mumbled a good night before dashing up the stairs of the Boy's dormitory.

Hilary wanted to call out to him, ask him if everything was okay with the team but he was out of her sight before she could form the question in her mind. It didn't take long however, for another handful of members to show up. Her face almost perked up at the sight of Sora stepping through the portrait, but when the door closed behind Charlie and Tai, it was hard for Hilary to fight off the disappointment and worry in her voice. All three of them wore similar expressions as Ash and Misty, with the only difference being Charlie looking extremely furious as she stomped off towards their room without bothering to meet Hilary's eyes. Sora was kind enough to indulge her though, even before she asked.

"Were you waiting up for us? Sorry for the delay." Sora smiled tiredly.

"That's okay, I had company." Hilary nodded towards the pile of books and parchment still scattered on the table. She then glanced expectantly towards the door, hoping to see Kai and Tyson walk through it any minute. But after a long pause where neither Sora nor Tai offered any further comment, she frowned at the two of them and folded her arms across her chest, "Why aren't Kai and Tyson back yet?"

Sora's eyes met Tai's without missing a beat and a silent understanding passed between them, one that Hilary knew meant that she would not be finding out anything from either of them tonight, which made her throw up her hands in frustration.

"I'm sorry Hils, but they'll be back soon and I will explain everything tomorrow. We're really tired and we just want to crash," Sora said, her voice on the verge of cracking as she fixed Hilary with a pleading look that may have put a puppy to shame.

"Fine, go on then."

Hilary shook her head exasperatedly, gesturing towards the staircases. Tai and Sora seemed unsure whether she would change her mind so they leapt at the chance to escape, not even bothering to respond to her good night wishes.

She ought to feel upset about being left alone in the Common Room once again, Hilary thought, but since her anxiety over what had happened with the Quidditch team tonight had almost taken the form of a boggart ready to torment her by showing the worst possible outcomes, she found it hard to assume the room was empty.

Kai staggered in almost half an hour later, and by then Hilary had almost befriended her imaginary, anxiety bridled boggart. She had sunk quite low in her chair so when he entered the common room, Kai didn't notice her. Hilary herself had fixed her attention on the door, wondering if Tyson was going to step through it next. When that didn't happen, she turned her attention towards Kai, who’d already covered the distance of the room to reach the stairs that led to the boys dormitory. He had his back to her and she was surprised to see that his Quidditch robes were covered in mud, as if he'd spent the evening rolling around in it.

"Kai, is Tyson okay? Why isn't he back yet?" She called out, and Kai almost jumped in his spot as he turned around to face her, covering his face with an arm which only made her more anxious.

"He'll be back later. We will talk tomorrow, Hilary. Good night."

The lighting in the room was too dim for her to figure out exactly what it was Kai wanted to hide from her, but his usual stern voice felt strained, like speaking itself was painful for him. She didn't want to push him if he was hurt, but his response was too vague to calm her nerves. It didn’t help that only after another 30 minutes, which felt like 30 hours, did Tyson finally appeared through the portrait door.

"Tyson are you okay?" Hilary sprung to her with a renewed energy, her shrill voice making Tyson jumped as he noticed her in the dark and empty common room.

"Why are you still up?" He was headed straight towards the dormitory stairs but halted midway to frown at her.

"I-" She started to speak but when her mind registered the meaning of the words on the tip of tongue, Hilary cleared her throat and tucked a few strands behind her hair to hide her embarrassment as she muttered quietly, "I was worried about you."

"You were worried about me?"

Tyson’s jaw dropped down as he stared at her, deciding that he could sacrifice rest a little further, he turned away from the stairs and walked up to her. Hilary instinctively took a few steps back, making sure that there was an appropriate amount of distance between them, yet it wasn’t of much use because she could already feel the warm, inviting magnetic pull that Tyson always carried around him, tugging at her to come closer.

"Are you okay? You look-" Hilary managed to face him with a little difficulty, controlling her expressions by talking.

"You should see the other guy."

Tyson grinned at her, while his robes were not as badly drenched with mud as Kai’s, it was still not a pretty sight. She already dreaded the worst as she let out a sigh and asked the big question.

"What happened?"

"Kai and I got into a fight,” Tyson said in a very matter of fact voice, like this was just another normal school night activity for them.

"What?"

"Which isn't new.” He shrugged at the look of shock on Hilary’s face, continuing with his carefree explanation while scratching the back of his head, “But uh, things escalated this time. Unfortunately, Madam Skyla happened to be passing by the pitch and saw us fighting so…"

"So?"

"So I got detention."

"Kai too?"

"Nah, he probably only had to write a letter of apology. He is the Captain and well…" Tyson stopped to roll his eyes as he explained, though when Hilary expected him to pass out a smug smile, he instead let his shoulders droop and let out a defeated sigh, "I threw the first punch."

If she’d been her younger self, she would’ve taken this moment to berate Tyson for lacking patience or relying on violence for solutions. But now that she knew him better, and because she could see the guilt that darkened his humorous face, Hilary decided to gently ask him more about the problem instead.

"Why did you two fight?"

"He's acting like if we don't spend every minute we're alive and breathing on the pitch, we'll end up losing everything!” Tyson immediately responded, his voice more animated yet laced with a lot of frustration.

"He was going to make Ash and Misty ditch their first Hogsmeade visit to come to practice tomorrow." He added, scrunching up his nose in a look of utter annoyance, "I get that he wants to win since this is his last year, but I could not let him take that away from those two." Just for a moment, at the thought of Ash and Misty perhaps, his face changed to its usual softness and Hilary felt the corner of her mouth tug itself towards a smile as she watched him.

"Obviously the pipsqueaks were too afraid to say anything, so I brought it up…” Tyson paused to avert his gaze, his cheeks turning pink as he added, “Not so nicely and that kind of turned into a full fledged fight. Then Skyla came along, broke it up, gave me detention for the weekend and cancelled all the reservations Kai had made for the pitch until Thursday."

"That's a relief." Hilary couldn’t help but feel relaxed over the conclusion, though when she met Tyson’s questioning stare, she shook her head and quickly explained, "I mean, not the detention part obviously, but with the pitch unavailable now all of you will get a chance to rest. Even Kai."

"Yeah, we desperately need that."

"Skyla didn't deduct any points, did she?" Once again, her anxiety jumped the gun and she found herself blurting out this question knowing full well that Tyson’s reaction to this would not be helpful.

"Nothing you can't make up easily in class on Monday." He snickered at her, as expected. He peered over her shoulder, taking one step closer towards her to get a good look, “Let's see- is this the Arithmancy assignment, due after Christmas holidays?"

"I wanted a head start.” She mumbled, feeling the colour rise in her cheeks.

"Two months seem about right then," he said, his snickering now turning into a full fledged laugh.

She was glad to see him return to his usual mood, making fun of her study habits had that effect on him the fastest perhaps. A moment of silence passed between, and Hilary, assuming that this would be the end of their conversation, began to wrap up her study material. She'd half expected Tyson to head back up to the dormitory, but it seemed that she wasn't the only one who had been mulling relentlessly over his invitation this past few weeks.

"So about tomorrow…" Tyson cleared his throat, waiting for her to meet his eye before he continued, "I'm gonna have to take a rain check on-" he paused, and Hilary swore that she could feel the passing of every second in her veins as he searched for the right word to use. "Our- uh my plan." Bringing up a finger to scratch the tip of his nose, Tyson turned his gaze towards the floor.

It was rare to see him look embarrassed, and Hilary would've enjoyed the sight had she herself was not feeling the weight of the tension buzzing between them pulling her down towards the ground, her knees wobbling in an effort to make sure she didn't fall down.

"I doubt I'll get out of mowing the entire pitch, cleaning the goal posts and then help Brock in feeding the magical creatures before night time."

"That's okay!" Hilary quickly spoke up, trying her best to smile at him through her burning cheeks, "You did the right thing, standing up for Ash and Misty like that."

Tyson shrugged off her praise, though he could not hide the smug smile taking over his lips.

"I still remember our first visit."

"I'm sure you and I have very different recollections of that day considering you switched my chocolate frogs splurge with very real and very slimy frogs."

"That was the first time I actually saw you cry." "I'm sorry by the way, for that prank. It seemed like a very funny idea in my head at that time."

"Water under the bridge." "It's getting late, you should get a good rest considering the day you're gonna have tomorrow."

"Yeah, I can't believe I was the one who asked you and now I'm the one who can't make it."

"Don't worry too much about that, we'll just go next weekend. After you guys win the first match, of course. And besides, Matt will need my help keeping an eye on the Third Years-"

"What did you just say?"

"Matt will need my help-"

"Before that."

"W-we'll go next weekend."

"Just the two of us?"

"Yes."

"So it'll be a date? You will consider it a date?"

"Yes."

[missmeasured]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @smilingformoney but I’m about to exposed. I am pulled in several directions currently.

Hiccoughs and Hufflepuffs (Working Title) (An AU with magical mates. Named+Housed otherwise undescribed reader /Severus)

A cloud of tulle swept around Madelyn’s body as she came rushing out of the tiny spiral staircase that connected to the corridor near the Great Hall. There was no choice, she had to go this way to get to the Hufflepuff common room. She would stop to transfigure her outfit if Professor Snape weren’t chasing her.

“Watson!” His voice came from near the top of the stairs so she took off running. She felt for her wand but it was somewhere buried under all this skirt. Professor Flitwick had made her uniform into the poofiest princess wedding dress that ever existed and her wand was against her thigh somewhere under this monster.

If her choices were half the student body glimpsing her in this dress or speak to her husband of ten minutes who had just called her a “life-long-burden” the choice was clear. The only difficulty being her loafers were also transfigured into little delicate slippers with sparkly toes and she would never be able to beat him in a foot race.

Madelyn wanted to be in her bed with the curtains drawn and a muffling charm right NOW. She needed to cry. She needed to be invisible. There were a lot of students in this hallway, dinner was in full swing and groups were coming and going from the dining area.

Eyes followed her everywhere she turned. She stopped running, about to put her hand under the hem to find her wand when he grabbed her wrist. “Don’t touch me!” She yelled at him, any eyes that weren't on them certainly were now.

“This is exactly what I was just talking about. Loyalty! Discretion!”

“How dare you demand loyalty from me after that temper tantrum you put on. Let. Me. Go.” She grit, keenly aware of their outfits mixing with the words, rapidly becoming rumours.

“This will only work if you obey certain rules-“

He stopped short as she reached over and ripped the gold band from her ring finger and threw it down the hall behind him. “This was for you. You asshole.” She started crying as she realised how nice her ears felt while he was holding her wrist. He was her mate, wasn’t he? This proved it. His grip counteracted the symptoms, as if to rub it in her face.

He suddenly remembered himself. Or at least saw the eyes and released her. She watched him stalk off, snatching the ring from a student who had collected it and was holding it out to him on his way past. Madelyn couldn’t wait long enough to transfigure the dress now. She just ran for it.

Pedigree (A Dark Snape AU Breeding Kink Fic 🙈 Snape/Reader)

“What did you give her, Snape?”

“Something to ease her transition into being a wife.” He answered obliquely, his thumbs pressing into my neck as though a comforting massage would make this better.

“You took her wand…” She muttered. I wish I could see his face, but I’m trapped between them. “You took. A witch’s wand….. Severus Snape.” She glared up at my husband over my head. “She is full of her magic right now. Her body is pent up with energy. Do you really think…. Her magic would let you put a baby in her while you held her prisoner. It is working against you.”

“I have given it back.” He snaps.

“Then I suppose time will tell… There is nothing I can do for this particular problem. She needs no potions, no herbs of fertility. She needs to trust you. Her body…. Her magic… it hates you.”

“I don’t-“ I try to turn to look up at him but his fingers are clenching into my shoulders holding me still.

The Department of Muggle Relations (Snape/OC as a memory removal team for the magical government.)

When Edith Gilbert was not working she was being irritating. Actually, Severus mentally corrected, she was capable of being annoying and working at the same time, not that he really thought about it. Firstly, and of most import, she refused to dress in a way that was at all appropriate to their job. As a team dispatched to removed muggle’s pesky knowledge of magical existence it would behoove one to dress in something forgettable, unremarkable, nondescript. But days spent with Edith Gilbert meant swishing petticoats, sparkly gemstoned broaches and a propensity for a bows that bordered on illness.

Secondly there was the joking, the teasing, the constant stream of observations she wanted him to laugh at. Third, and not to be forgotten was everything involving her mouth. She sang. She sang all day, or hummed, and if she was not singing she was making noises. Pops, clicks, sound effects to punctuate any situation, Edith was an expert in. It pained Severus to recall losing her on the job once only to find her by following the sound of her having a conversation with a house cat all in meows.

It was nearly 7:00 in the evening and they had only just returned from fixing a small issue with a muggle born witch flying her tricycle down the street which ended up needing no less than twelve memories corrected. He had almost had to drag Gilbert out of there by her hair bow because she got so caught up helpfully answering the parents' questions about their newly discovered magical child.

The Pervert and His Princess Part 2 (The volume of requests keeps going up. I’m caving. )

Severus Snape was throwing his very own pity party. He was the guest of honour, host, and planning committee. The activities included brooding, drinking too much, eating badly, and wallowing in sadness. Add to that the occasional wank of regret, and that had pretty much summed up his first week home from Hogwarts.

His little friends had all graduated. Merlin knew he was proud of them, of course, and yet, knowing there was no club waiting for him in September made him want to cry, binge eat, and maybe pitch himself off a very high place, knowing there would be no relief in the next school year. No little love birds flitting into his office to make him happy. Not a single sweet, elegant little nymph for him to taste to get through the week.

Who do I know who writes….Let’s gently tag @thestephanieflora and @clementine-writes-things

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House of the Dragon tag game!

Rules: answer the following questions, then tag any and all people you think might enjoy participating. If you haven’t been tagged yet and you’d like to join, consider this your invitation!

Thanks @jotterjots for creating the game, and @goldensunandgoldenstallion for tagging me! Us team Green truthers need to band together and enjoy our faction together!!! I’m tagging @alicent-apologist , @helaenaism and @ceoofhelaegon 💚✨

Who’s your favourite character? What draws to them?

Honestly? All the greens lol. Even Otto, who’s a genuine dick to his daughter, is a great character. Like, my man could not care any less when Rhaenyra threw her “I’m the queen!” tantrum, he was so real for that. Also, Criston “perhaps my prince remembers when I knocked him off his horse?” Cole is iconic for that alone. However, I definitely love Alicent, Helaena, Aegon and Daeron much more than the others.

Alicent is the reason I started to side with the greens. Seeing this fifteen years old girl put through hell and back, having to deal with four children basically on her own… her strength is amazing. The green dress scene is definitely in the top ten best entrances ever. And the moment she snaps in Driftmark? Iconic, legendary. She reminds me so much of Sansa, my all-time favourite character. The way she is used and abused but is never given the opportunity to be free… She’s Sansa if Sansa hadn’t been able to escape her abusers.

Aegon, of course, the first son who isn’t good enough. The boy who probably saw his mother spiral into paranoia, who feels like he is worthless since he is the only first-born son being denied his father’s throne. It’s heartbreaking. TGC gives layers upon layers of complexity, the way he seems constantly on the verge of breaking down. And, of course, his bond with Sunfyre, the strongest bond in the history of house Targaryen between the unbroken king and the most beautiful and ferocious dragon in History.

Helaena, obviously. My beautiful, tragically kind Helaena. Helaena, who loves insects more than people but still claimed Dreamfyre the Mother of Dragons. Helaena, who advocated for peace and lost her sons because of it. Helaena, who isn’t a doormat like the show wants us to think, but a strong woman who had no fear of her husband and had a good relationship with him. Helaena, who was crowned next with Aegon. I just love everything about her. Helaena was loved by everyone, and I hate that they stole my beloved princess from us.

I’m also in love with Daeron and his famous “you will receive the same terms you gave my nephew Maelor”. Also, the way he saved everyone in the Reach and became the biggest threat to Rhaenyra’s rule. Rhaenyra’s advisors were literally begging her to make peace with Daeron because of how unstoppable he was. He’s the moment, the legend, the best younger brother in history, I would kill for him.

What is your favourite episode of the season?

Driftmark. It really shows how irreversible Viserys’ stupidity is, and it has among my favourite lines and moments (Aemond claiming Vhagar, for example). I liked The Lord of the Tides too, because it had TGC and I love him more than my life, lmao.

What is your favourite line from the season?

I have three!!!

“The beacon on the Hightower, do you know what colour it glows when Oldtown calls its banners to war?” / “Green.”

“Do keep trying, Ser Laenor. Sooner or later, you may get one who looks like you.”

“I? What have I done but what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law? Where is your duty? Where is sacrifice? It’s trampled under your pretty foot! And now you take my son’s eye and even to that you feel entitled!”

Which actor’s portrayal is your favourite?

Oof. Honestly, everyone. I find Matt Smith a bit weaker than others (especially Paddy Constantine or Olivia Cooke), but they’re all amazing. I think that my favourites are Olivia Cooke, Emily Carey (both as adult and young Alicent) and Tom Glynn-Carney (as adult Aegon), but I think Phia Saban will amaze me next season. Paddy Constantine also did an amazing job, but my heart goes with the three mentioned before.

Which character would you most want to be stuck on a deserted island with?

Helaena because she knows what insect and plant we can eat, or Corlys cuz he probably can make a raft with anything. If the dragon riders have their dragons/can call them, then Helaena! I’d love to ride on Dreamfyre.

Whose character arc are you most interested to see continued, for better or worse?

AEGON, without a doubt. He’s the best character of the Dance, and TGC has already shown he’s one of the best actors of this show. Honestly, the writers should just let him decide what Aegon will do because he clearly understands his character better than them (RIGHT SARA HESS?)

Name a minor character you want to know more about!

Rhea Royce my beloved. She died too young, I wanted to know everything about her. How she felt about being married to Daemon, if she used to be hopeful as a young girl when she was told she would marry a dragon riding prince and how quickly it turned into a nightmare.

Who’s your most anticipated new character of season 2?

DAERON without a doubt! I can’t wait to see him.

Bonus Round: Link one or more of your favourite fics!

Of Cut Stems, Of Blossoms Ablaze by lullaeby. It’s a genderswap AU of the green kids featuring Helaegon and currently pre-Dance of the Dragons. It’s amazing, and I couldn’t sing enough praises!!

The Targaryen Doe by Alicent_Apologist. Camyla Baratheon marries Aemond Targaryen before the dance begins, and it changes a lot of things. It’s amazing, Camyla is a great OC who fits perfectly into the universe and her relationship with Aemond is perfect.

The Reds and the Blues by Bobert_Hightower. Not exactly team green per-say, but definitely one of my favourite fics. Laena Velaryon marries Viserys instead of Alicent, Rhaenyra marries Jason Lannister and Alicent marries Laenor. All in all, it’s a completely different story but the Dance is going to happen no matter what. I heavily recommend it; it explores the different political factions of ASOIAF perfectly. I mean, it features a Hightower-Velaryon alliance! Also, the children are adorable and deserve the world.

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Hear me out.. Kid with an s/o who’s taller than him.. that’s would wound little Eustass’ pride. I imagine he somehow makes himself believe they’re just wearing really tall shoes all the time or it’s they’re hair so he never actually has to admit he’s shorter than them

Anon you're onto something fantastic with this and when I tell this made me start cackling.

Picture this with me though: Kid's s/o being around the same height as Heat (so around 2-3 inches taller) and there's a clear height difference but its not really acknowledged because the Kid Pirates know their captain has one of the biggest egos on the Grandline and will throw a tantrum if anything is implied. So anyone mentioning his s/o’s height in front of him is a red area that no one wants to go near in the off chance they loose a finger.

Except for Wire and Heat who find constant ways to rile Kid up over this, the best method being their monthly height measuring day where they attempt to make everyone get their heights measured. Heat lost some of his hair once though cause Kid threw a candle at him after a comment was made about how they were taller than most of the crew.

Kid has never been shorter than a partner before because he's pretty tall for most of the people he's come into contact with so when they come along and they were taller than him, he'd become incredibly petty. I'm talking sulking in his workshop for hours in silence because they were able to reach something on Wire's top shelf but he can't even get his fingertips there. Full of whining and asking the crew's doctor about Caesar's research on making people giant, simply out of pure curiosity and not because he wants to attempt it. But the man is a little bit delusional and really does belief about 80% of the time that they wear platforms so they can pretend to be taller than him. Someone could put him at gunpoint and ask them to admit his s/o is taller and he'd be like: no, it's me i'm the tall one.

More often than expected his s/o has to spend their day half slouching so they’re vaguely eye level with him to avoid him glaring at their legs and probably pondering how to make them shrink. I pity his s/o's back </3. He does love them, but his pride and ego are so incredibly fragile.

[ramzawrites]

Idea: Chaotic Creeper Hybrid!Reader holding something, that can conduct electricity, up while a thunderstorm is happening. They’re just screaming "strike me down Zeus!" while panicked SBI is trying to stop them. Tommy probably cheering reader on?

Strike me down, Zeus! - Creeper!Hybrid!Reader and SBI

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Philza, Technoblade, Wilbur, Tommy

Warnings: cursing

Series: a request :D

Summary: When Y/N ran out to get intentionally hit by lightning, of course their family runs after them to make sure they don’t die! Well, Tommy was excited to see if Y/N could indeed be charged up like a proper creeper seeing how they were a Creeper Hybrid, but that was just Tommy being Tommy. Philza, Wilbur and Techno though were very much intent on saving Y/N from their own stupidity.

Words count: 1365

Authors Note: Thanks for the request! It was fun writing something more lighthearted and shorter :D Would love some feedback on this one!

„Come on! Do it you coward!” Y/N frantically yelled out as they climbed up another hill, still holding firmly onto the trident.

The rain was making it a bit harder for their feet to find solid ground to climb but somehow, they managed to get on top of the hill. Their clothes wet and caked in mud, but they made it on top of the highest place around at least. Ignoring the worried and scared yells from their adopted family.

Well, everyone but one was worried. The youngest of the group was cheering them on. Throwing his fists in the air as he peeled his eyes for what might happen.

Philza opened his wings and jumped up into the air. Trying to get closer to Y/N but still making sure to stay away from them as they swayed around his trident.

“Give that back to me, kid!”

But Y/N just turned around, looked him in the eyes and begun jumping in the air, holding the weapon high above their head.

Another lightning struck down somewhere but nowhere near Y/N which seemed to infuriate the Creeper Hybrid even more “Fuck!”

As Phil landed close by them, but not too close to avoid being accidentally struck by lightning as well should it indeed happen, he stretched his hand out “Give me my trident back, Y/N! You will fucking die!”

Y/N just turned around and let out a sharp hiss, their eyes lighting up similar how Creepers do right before they blow up, but Y/N stopped themself. They could emit something like a blast but it hurt them as well, so they often just used the flashing as a threat.

After all they have blown themself up in the past just to prove a point, so it wasn’t an entirely empty threat.

Now the group consisting of Technoblade, Wilbur and Tommy arrived as well. Having to climb up since none of them could fly like Philza.

Technoblade tiredly rubbed his face as he stared at Y/N who was still swinging the trident into the air, jumping to reach further up.

“Y/N do you really wanna die like that? It would be a pretty cringe death not gonna lie.”

He loved his sibling but, man, sometimes they were a handful.

Before Y/N could even defend themself Tommy chimed in “No! Do it, Y/N! You can kind of blow up like a creeper so why shouldn’t you be able to charge yourself like one!”

Of course, Tommy would encourage them even more. The two were hunkering down an hour ago and the rest of the family just assumed they were scheming, which in a way was true but the others didn’t expect them to discuss what would happen if Y/N, the resident Creeper Hybrid, got struck by lightning.

Wilbur was biting on his lower lip. Trying to hide an amused smile and instead put on a worried expression. As much as he revelled in chaos like the others, this was a bit too dangerous “Come on. Just get back home. I’m freezing. Aren’t you freezing?”

With an almost incredulous look on their face, Y/N’s gaze pierced through Wilbur cool and relaxed façade. This really spiked his worry now. They weren’t just doing this for fun or to cause chaos, no, they were deadest on doing this.

“For real! Let’s get home!” he tried to reinforce his statement but Y/N’s head turned back around into the air.

Staring at the black clouds as the rain continued to fall. Their clothes wet. Didn’t even bother putting on a jacket. Just standing their in their simple clothing with their arms far above their head.

Philza took a step closer. Y/N was compared to the others further up on the hill but also surrounded by a drop all around them. So, realistically they could properly do something, but it was dangerous with them swinging around a weapon that also worked as a conductor during the storm.

“Y/N! This isn’t funny! You will seriously get hurt!” Philza urged them again.

Suddenly the world lit up again, closely followed by a loud crash. Lightning struck again but sadly, or luckily, nowhere near Y/N.

Y/N let out a frustrated yell “Come on! Strike me down Zeus! Do it you coward!”

Tommy groaned as well, directing his eyes towards the clouds as well “Seriously! Do it you pussy!”

This earned him a soft slap against the back of his head by Techno who just shook his head like only a disappointed older brother could. Naturally, Tommy responded with sticking his tongue out just like only a younger brother could.

While those two were dealing with each other, both Philza and Wilbur saw their chance. Lightning just struck that meant they had a small window to get to Y/N.

The two ran.

Wilbur slipped for a second on the wet grass but caught himself before he lost balance, following his father who was running towards his, frankly idiotic, kid with a determined expression. Brows pulled deeply down.

Y/N only noticed how Wilbur and Philza were running towards them when it was already too late. Both had their hands outstretched and crashed into them. Pulling them down into the mud, wrestling the trident out of their hand.

“That’s unfair!”

“We are saving your life, idiot!” Wilbur grumbled as he gave Philza his trident back, “Now, home.”

Wilbur didn’t often act as a proper older brother, only occasionally bringing out the “older brother voice”, but Y/N still tried to get back up. Trying to lunge for the trident. Steal it back. Fortunately, Wilbur caught them and just threw them on his shoulder which left them only able to drum and punch him in his back.

He immediately made sure to slowly jog the hill back down. Ignoring the writhing and yelling Y/N who just wanted to satisfy their curiosity! How dare he! How dare he care about their wellbeing and make sure they would be fine!

“What? You went down so easily, Y/N!” Tommy yelled out surprised as he watched Wilbur pass him and Techno, earning himself another soft slap to the back of his head. It didn’t hurt but did bring the message across.

All the while Philza was sighing, clutching the trident, slowly following his children down. Sometimes he wondered what he did to live through this kind of chaos while only on one life left.

“I’m gonna blow you up, Wil!” Y/N hissed as they continued to try to get out of his grip.

This time Techno softly bopped them on the head “Don’t even try it. Stop having a temper tantrum you are too old for this. It’s embarrassing. Besides, we are just making sure you are alright. I’m sure we can find other more safer ways to test out if you can become a charged creeper, well, charged Creeper Hybrid.”

This seemed to calm them down a little bit. A spark of hope burning in their eyes only for them to pout and look away “I mean, I guess.”

“But not today! You gave me an Ender damned heart attack, Y/N! Never do that again.” Philza spoke up, still making sure to keep the trident out of Y/N’s reach.

Y/N had to concede. There was no way they could get out of Wilbur’s grip like this, especially while they were surrounded by their family. Instead, they made peace with the fact that they wouldn’t get to test their theory today.

Still pouting once they were back inside their home, now in clean clothes and sitting close to the warm fire as Philza and Techno prepared some hot drinks for the family. Wilbur grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around himself while also enveloping Y/N. All of them being frozen from the storm outside.

Even still, they all got colds afterwards and Y/N felt a tiny bit guilty, though this got thrown out the window as soon as Techno announced he would start on helping researching ways to test Y/N’s hypothesis.

Wanting to do it correctly and as safely as possible.

It didn’t surprise neither Techno nor Y/N when Tommy asked to help as well, even if only to use the knowledge to plan up more schemes with them.

[lwde-haven]

Weiss was given a new Ballet teacher, his animal tail clearly revealed he was a Faunus, which caused her to slip into prejudiced annoyance. What she couldn't know, was that their session was being recorded, so that Willow could see just how flexible Weiss was, as she was wrapped around the teacher's horse cock.

"Now, Ms. Schnee, from the top. Let's start over with a écarté. Try and find the balance between strength and grace." Said the burly man's deep voice. You'd think, with a physique like this, this man wouldn't be a Ballet teacher. The fact that he was so good at it despite his build made Weiss incredibly annoyed. But the worst part was his horse tail flaying around as he danced. Which could help but remind the young Schnee of the stables, not a Ballet Opera House. "As if a brute like you knows anything about grace..." "Could you repeat that, Ms. Schnee?" "No, no... I didn't say anything..." The Heiress said as she rolled her eyes, trying to focus to get into position. A position that looked much easier to perform than actually do. The horse Faunus's patience, meanwhile, was wearing thinner and thinner. His boss, Willow Schnee, had warned him about her daughter's prejudice, and how to get rid of it. Hence, why the session was being recorded, unbeknownst to Weiss. She explicitly told him to wait for the young Schnee to be at her lowest, then he could do anything he wanted with her. The hand gesture she made to describe anything, leaving little to the imagination. The Schnee Button, she had called it. At the same moment, Weiss failed her écarté, falling on her side. Shame and anger burning much brighter than the pain from her fall. She had wanted to surpass the big Faunus man so much, only to fail so miserably in front of him. Again, and again. Weiss threw what was commonly known as a tantrum. Punching the floor with both her hands in frustration, kicking her legs wildly, not caring that this was a very shameful display for someone of the Schnee family. The ballet teacher approached her, ready to make her pay for her abusive treatment. Willow had told him he would know when he could start having his little revenge. "What do you w-want?! Y-you b-brute!" Weiss tried to say, voice cracking and tears in the corner of her eyes. Oh, he knew, alright. A few hours later, and Weiss's flexibility had certainly improved, her tolerance with Faunuses too, it would seem. She had been taken in more Kama-Sutra positions than Ballet today, and right now she was taken in a Full Nelson. The position didn't have much to do with Ballet anymore, but Weiss was already mastering it. The young male switched between her two holes, as he made sure to plow every little ounce of resistance out of Weiss. Glad to be able to take his revenge on her holes, and to turn the young Schnee into his private slut. "Oh!~ Oh!~ Ooooh!~ I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, mister! I'll make it up to you, I swear! J-just keep fucking me~~~!" "As you wish, Ms. Schnee!" And keep fucking her he did, Weiss was a mess after the hours of punishment. She was sore all over, much more than simple Ballet training should make you. Her holes were gaping wide open, the horse dick having remodeled her insides and buried his creamy treasure deep inside both her holes. His cum oozing lewdly from both her ass and pussy. Cream covering the training room, which she had to lick clean. Not to raise any suspicious, of course, and for no other reason. Aside from her flexibility, the biggest improvement had been Weiss's attitude, for sure. She now properly referred to her teacher as 'Master', and begged her mother for more Ballet sessions, going as far as to see him every day. And of course, her mother completely approved and encouraged her to continue. Weiss would make a much better 'Ballet' dancer than a Huntress, after all, she provided mommy with such good masturbation material.

[delimeful]

mere monstrosity (1)

warnings: spiders, misunderstandings, captivity

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Logan woke up to the familiar soft chime of his alarm, and rolled out of bed bleary-eyed but ready to get the day started. He kept quiet as he crept out of the room.

He didn’t bother grabbing his glasses, knowing that they’d only be of use after his shower. His feet knew the way from his bedroom to the bathroom by heart, and he preferred to shower in the dark to avoid the likelihood of getting one of his light-sensitivity migraines, so he didn’t reach for the lightswitch either.

Instead, he pushed quietly past the half-open door and fumbled for the shower knob, cranking it up to exactly the point before it turned scalding.

The water flickered on a moment later, and amidst the clamor of droplets against ceramic, he heard an indistinct, high-pitched noise, like a chirp or squeak.

“A mouse?” he muttered to himself, squinting at the dark, blurry interior of the shower.

He couldn’t hear anything else over the spray, so he quickly turned the shower off and stepped back to flick the lightswitch on, potential headaches be damned.

He pulled the shower curtain fully to the side, and blinked at the sight of a blurry black splotch in the corner of his bathtub. Leaning in a little further, he could briefly make out individual legs, long and numerous, before they were pulled closer and blended in with the rest of the shape.

“You are… a considerably large spider,” he informed it, grateful that it was him and not Patton who had found it. The resulting terrified shriek would have woken him and Janus, and probably most of the neighbors for that matter. “Are you a tarantula? Are tarantulas even native to this area?”

The spider, rather predictably, didn’t respond, and Logan recalled that he’d just doused the poor thing with jets of cold water. It was probably curling all its limbs in a mock death-curl, trying to process the unexpected threat to its breathing and body temperature.

He reached over to the counter and carefully removed the collection of multicolored toothbrushes from the plastic cup next to their sink, tapping it against the side of the counter to clear out any remaining dust.

“Try to stay still, alright?” he coaxed in a low voice, crouching and leaning over the tub to get a better angle. “I don’t want to catch any of your limbs, just keep them all tucked in close like that and I’ll get you out of there.”

To his surprise, the spider really didn’t make any sudden moves, remaining frozen as he settled the cup over it. The only reason he was sure it was still alive was the tiny motion of its front legs, two little investigative nudges against the edge of the cup.

“Excellent job,” he praised, his curiosity only growing. Most of the spiders he had cupped would immediately run at the glass with arms lifted in threat, or run in frantic circles along the edges seeking an escape. Of course, none of them had been this large. Most wild tarantulas were hunters, though, not spinners. Aggression would serve them well, so why was this one so docile? Was it an escaped pet? Had the cold water been that shocking?

He quickly retrieved a folder from the living room, returning to find that the plastic cup had shifted a couple of inches. It was large enough to push it, then.

“Just a little bit more,” he continued to soothe, carefully sliding the folder under the cup bit by bit, allowing the spider time to shift its legs onto the folder so the tips wouldn’t be pinched. He then carefully lifted the whole ensemble up, keeping a cautious hand on top of the cup. “There we go.”

The kitchen was dimly lit, the small light under the microwave still on so that anyone getting water in the middle of the night wouldn’t trip or run into anything in the dark. Logan glanced at the front door for a long moment, and then gave in to the urge to investigate his catch a bit closer. It would be irresponsible to just release a domesticated tarantula into the wild, after all.

He set the cup and folder down carefully on the counter, and then placed a heavy ceramic plate on top of the cup, reasoning that it was better to make sure the spider wouldn’t push the cup-- and itself-- right off the counter.

“One moment.” That done, he went into his room to retrieve his glasses, leaving the light off so as to not wake up Janus, who had only gotten in from his night shift a few hours ago. His roommate normally slept heavily once he managed to get to sleep, so Logan didn’t have to worry about waking him by climbing out of their shared bed, but better not to risk turning the lights on in the first place.

The world came into a much clearer focus once he’d pushed his glasses into their proper place atop his nose, and with his vision improved, he had no problems finding the hall closet and rummaging through it for one of Janus’s old terrariums.

He set the glass case down on the kitchen counter without any furnishings inside-- he was only planning to get a good look at the specimen, after all-- and flicked on the kitchen light before carefully moving the trapped spider into the terrarium and then lifting the cup away.

The spider frantically scuttled back, smacking thorax-first into the glass wall of the terrarium, and Logan frowned contemplatively at the sight of it.

It was certainly a tarantula, one that he’d probably be able to find online fairly easily with the distinctive white stripes along it’s eight fuzzy legs. Concerningly enough, there was an odd swelling protrusion on the anterior part of the body. It was a similar dark shade to the rest of the body, but almost larger than the thorax, and it blocked off any sight of the pedipalps, fangs, or eyes.

The texture didn’t seem to match the carapace… Perhaps it was a piece of garbage or organic waste that had gotten stuck on the creature? If it hindered movement, that could explain why it had been so still earlier.

It wasn’t still now, exhibiting an odd vibrating throughout its body that Logan had never witnessed from a spider before. He would certainly be doing some research into arthropods after this.

Well, at the very least, he could see if that protruding material would come loose.

Logan carefully pulled on one of Janus’s thick leather gloves, one of the more worn sets in case the spider had urticating hairs, and then reached down. The spider seemed to spot his shadow, going by the way it stiffened, and he reminded himself that though he didn’t know the species and many tarantulas were venomous, it was incredibly unlikely their venom would be able to do more than hurt him.

Confidence restored, he continued reaching down until his fingers met the odd lump, at which point a low, guttural hiss sounded, and the spider threw its front legs up and lunged, slapping its limbs down against the floor of the terrarium in threat.

Logan remained undeterred by the small tantrum, instead focusing on the fact that the obstruction was loose, almost like shed skin on a snake. Studying the spider carefully, he pinched it gently between two fingers, trying to discern what in the world it could possibly be.

The next three movements happened in rapid succession.

First, Logan tugged lightly at the material caught between his fingers. Second, the spider recoiled sharply, pulling away from his grip with surprising strength. And third, the covering came loose, the spider pulling free from it and leaving a limp swathe of fabric hanging from Logan’s fingers.

Below him, now uncovered, there was pale skin, a mop of bedraggled hair, and a tiny, terrified human face.

Logan froze, staring down at it-- them with wide eyes.

The being he’d mistaken for a spider was actually a drider, a creature of myth that was apparently all too real. Logan couldn’t help how stunned he felt. Even apart from the shock of the discovery, there was the shock of their size. Driders were said to have a human-sized spider half, not the other way around!

Below, the drider was still frozen in place, staring right back up at him. He could see the way their little chest was heaving with quick, panicked breaths, could feel the way the tiny makeshift poncho in his hand was sodden and cold, and he felt guilt strike him like a ruler across knuckles.

“I-- Hold on a moment, please,” he managed, his mind racing as he stepped back, turning and hurrying out of the room.

Once again, the hall closet held exactly what he needed, and he mentally rescinded all his past complaints about the amount of extra snake care items Janus had stashed away in their storage closet like a dragon’s hoard.

The heat lamp was compact enough to fit easily in the terrarium, where the spider-person had scuttled back to press themself into the furthest corner, limbs pulled in tightly in what had to be a fear response.

Logan set the lamp carefully inside and plugged it in, sighing in relief when the bulb lit up and began to glow orange. “This lamp is designed for reptiles, not arthropods, so it may be too hot for extended use. However, it will work temporarily as a heat source to get rid of excess moisture, so I encourage you to use it.”

The drider was glaring up at him with the tiniest scowl he’d ever seen, front legs still lifted up defensively, but didn’t say a word.

“Do you speak?” Logan asked, and received only silence in return. “I suppose I should have guessed as much, seeing as you haven’t responded to any of my previous statements. Do you understand me? Do we speak the same language?”

The drider glared harder.

“I find it hard to believe that you have animal-level intelligence,” Logan continued, now mostly to himself. He lifted a hand, displaying the poncho he still held. “Although some birds can ‘sew’, construction of clothing to cover one’s form is a complex and distinctly human sentiment.”

Still, nothing. Their gaze was caught by the poncho for a moment before they looked away entirely, looking for all the world to be sulking.

Logan sighed, and then slowly moved to place the poncho next to the heat lamp, laying it out flat for easier drying. “I’m going to attend to my morning routine. It should only take me a few moments, but please feel free to call or make noise if you need my attention between now and then.”

The drider’s expression had eased into confusion at the sight of their garment laid out before them, but their legs remained warily upright as Logan left the room.

As promised, he only made a brief stop to make sure both of his roommates were still soundly asleep before climbing into the shower and preparing himself for the day, roughly fifteen minutes behind schedule.

It wasn’t too disruptive-- it had eaten into the time he normally allotted for sitting at the table and eating breakfast, so that would have to be skipped today, but it wasn’t the end of the world.

Honestly, he’d likely spend the rest of the day thinking about the surprise addition to his morning. There were so many questions he’d love to ask, but seeing as the creature had attempted to hide their existence even at risk of being perceived as a normal spider (and therefore possibly squashed), he expected he wouldn’t be receiving any answers.

Talkative or not, the drider clearly had sapient levels of intelligence, and Logan was loath to start off humanity’s relationship with a vulnerable and secretive species by keeping them trapped in a snake terrarium against their will.

Even if he was willing to weigh scientific advancement over his morals, his roommates would never allow it. Patton would naturally be terrified and possibly sympathetic when witnessing their clear terror, and he’d had enough extensive debates on ethics with Janus to know that his opinion on keeping them captive would be much the same.

So, when he returned to the kitchen and saw them toppling over and scurrying back from the heat lamp that they’d clearly been attempting to use as a makeshift ladder to freedom, Logan didn’t bother commenting, simply moving forward and looking them over.

“You seem to have mostly dried,” he stated instead, able to appreciate the subtle design work of the poncho better now that it wasn’t being used as camouflage. The drider gripped it like they thought he might take it away.

They would react fairly badly to him reaching out with his hand, and reasonably so. Logan hadn’t exactly done much except douse, capture, and then gently interrogate them. Not exactly trustworthy behavior.

He studied the terrarium for a moment before grabbing a washcloth and draping it over the side, providing an easy textured surface for the spider to climb up. There. “You are free to go.”

The surprised expression that flashed across their face was almost comical.

“I’m not sure what your purpose in the bathroom was, but I’d ask you to be more careful in the future. One of my roommates…,” Logan sighed through his nose, exasperated even imagining it. “Well, suffice to say you should avoid him at all costs.”

The tiny drider continued to stare at him, gaze occasionally flickering over to the towel with clear suspicion. It was saddening to be so distrusted, but perhaps this show of goodwill would help prove that he didn’t intend any harm? He hoped he hadn’t frightened them from the residence entirely-- he shuddered at the many, many potential dangers the creature would find outside.

“My roommates will wake later in the day, so if you intend to avoid their notice, I’d suggest leaving the enclosure as soon as I have departed for work,” he gave a little farewell wave, not reacting to the slight flinch it elicited from the little guy. “It-- well, you probably don’t share the sentiment, but still-- it was nice to meet you. Goodbye.”

Forcing himself not to turn back and get one last look, Logan hurried out the door.