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sweetbunpura · 1 month ago

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Halloween Special: Part 1

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Seeing how NRC took Halloween to an extreme, seriously who builds an actual pirate ship? It reminded Rollo of how Fleur City put so much love into the festival. Yet here, all these beautiful decorations were just an excuse to try and one up other dorms. Rollo hid his scowl behind his handkerchief as he followed Yuu and Grim around the school. Since he had joined, Crowley had declared Ramshackle an official dorm and had tasked the trio with finding inspiration for their dorm's costumes.

Since the other dorms had claimed the more notable monster costumes, it left them with not many options. Finally, their last stop to the mirror room for some help hadn't exactly filled them with hope.

"Sorry, Potato." Vil said. "I wish I could help you with this. But... If you find what you want, I'd be more than willing to help you get what's needed."

Yuu sighed. "Thanks Vil."

The trio had left dejected and went back to Ramshackle. They spent hours trying to brainstorm ideas, but each was met with a negative or an issue from one of them.

"This sucks." Yuu nibbled on a piece of chocolate.

Rollo scribbled through another idea. "Perhaps we could take something from your world?"

"They're too closely linked in terms of monsters to try and find one."

Rollo looks over to see Grim rifling through the candy with his head buried in the bowl, he pulls him out of it and the feline throws a fit.

"Why not go as a couple’s costume?" Grim huffs and hangs in Rollo's grip.

"They're cheesy and not scary." Yuu threw the wrapper away. "As well as not matching the spirit of Halloween."

Rollo sets Grim down on the couch and hands him a lollipop so he won't have to see him sulking. Grim happily tears into it before speaking again.

"Hey, you recognized Horns outfit. Why not pick something like that?"

"A Jiangshi?"

Grim nods. "Yeah, except, you know." He sucks on the treat. "Make it from your language... I forgot what it's called."

"Japanese?" Yuu crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. "You're asking me to pick a Japanese mon-" She pauses as she runs the idea through her head. "Yokai... We could be Yokai!" Yuu pulls Grim from the couch and spins him around in a circle. "Grimmy! I could kiss you right now!"

"Nya?! Let me go! You're making me dizzy!"

"I'll be back boys!" She tosses the feline behind her and Rollo scrambles to catch him as she bolts out the door.

"...What exactly just happened?" Rollo blinks in confusion and looks down at the dizzy direbeast in his arms.

Yuu returns later in the evening and announces her presence... by slamming open the door. Rollo nearly spills his tea over himself as she stops in front. She slams her hands down on the arm rests of the chair he's sitting in, officially blocking him in. Rollo sets aside his cup and book and stares at her.

"...Yes?"

"You're good at potions, right?"

"I am..."

"Good. I need a timed transformation potion."

"For our costumes, I presume?"

She nods. "I need them to be fox potions though. I have everything coming in and that's the last thing I need. Can you do it for me?"

If Rollo wasn't as weak as he was to her, he probably would've said no, but he is curious as to what she has in store.

"I can."

"Yes!" She hugs him and departs the dorm again.

He is once again left baffled as to what just happened. He spends a few hours finding the ingredients and mixing together what's needed. Rollo gives the brew a few more stirs before a poof of smoke confirms that it's ready.

"Here." He pours the mixture into a sample cup and hands it to her.

"Oh no, no, no, my dear Rolls." Yuu smiles and pushes the cup towards him as she gets her own. "We both have to drink it."

"What?" He looks down at the cup and then back at her. "Why must I drink it as well?"

"For. The. Costume." Her voice lowered in pitch as she stared hard at him. "Now, bottoms up."

Rollo sighs, says a quick prayer to the Righteous Judge, and drinks with Yuu following right behind him. Both grimace at the taste and he feels the change instantly. His sense of smell became sharper, his hearing more enhanced, and the base of his spine throbbed in pain.

Rollo shakes his head. "Disgusting." He opens his eyes to look at Yuu. "Did it-" He pauses, seeing two black fluffy triangle shaped ears on top of her head. "Oh."

Yuu feels on top of her head and a smile appears on her face. "Yes!" She spins around and Rollo sees the black fluffy tail attached to her. "It worked! And your ears are gray, but where's your tail?"

Rollo reaches up to touch his ears, causing them to flick in the process. "So, this should be-Yuu!?"

Yuu wrapped her arms around his waist and peered behind him. "Oh, it's under your shirt. Here, let me..." She tugs at it, freeing the shirt from the confinements of his pants and setting the fluffy appendage loose. "There! Better?"

Rollo's ears flatten and a blush appears on his face. He's quick to hide it behind his handkerchief before she notices. "Y-Yes, thank you."

Yuu’s tail wags as she jumps around in glee before departing from the room in a flurry. With a sigh, Rollo contains what remains of the potion for the event. A week after that incident, as the Ramshackle residents are decorating for the upcoming event, Yuu kicks the dorm in and she has a bundle of clothing.

“Vil and Crewel came through~”

“Are those the outfits?” Rollo asked as he set aside the pumpkins.

“Yeah.” She shoved the clothing at him. “I need you to try this on.”

“...Now?” He fumbled to hold it before it hit the floor.

“Now.”

Rollo stared at her before sighing and walking into the bathroom to try on the costume. He disrobed quickly and put on the costume, as well as everything fit... he had trouble with the obi. Before Rollo could ask for help, a knock at the door came.

“Rolls? Do you need help?”

“Yes, please.”

She opened the door and slipped in, but paused as she stared at the outfit.

“Oh, it’s so good~”

“Love, please.”

“Sorry, sorry!” She turns him around and expertly ties the obi and fixes anything else out of place. “There.”

“Thank you.” He raises the sleeves and watches as they pool at his elbows. “Hmmm, it’s too loose for my liking.”

“I didn't want everything to be too tight, cause it'll get uncomfortable real fast.” She clasped her hands together. “Alright, everything is good to go for the event. It's time we shine for a chance.”

Rollo gave a soft smile as he watched her dance out of the bathroom and went to try on her own outfit. He turned towards the mirror and took in the full outfit.

“...They did an amazing job and tomorrow, everyone will see this in all its glory.”

#twisted wonderland #twst fic #sanctuary #rollo flamme #yuu homura #twst grim #Halloween special

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whumpninja · 1 month ago

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I feel like even the prompt I used for this one could count as whump, given the ahem subject material. This piece uses OCs from my story The Angel of Death, and takes place about two years or so before the main story.

Taglist (let me know if you only want to be tagged in full chapters!): @i-eat-worlds @softvampirewhump @scoundrelwithboba @rainbowsandwhumperflies @octopus-reactivated @whumperfultime @pigeonwhumps @handsinmotion @starfields08000 @fleur-a-whump @worstcasescenariolullaby

Prompt used: AI-less Whumptober, alternate prompt- animal bite

Featuring: BLOOD, blood drinking, vampire whump, vampire whumpee, biting, chains, defiant whumpee

Whumptober Day Nine: The Hand That Feeds You

Mr. Moody was making progress. Angel wasn't fighting him so much anymore. He guessed that he’d plain worn the vampire out. Angel slept most of the time now, a combination of exhaustion, drugs, and the weakness that came with near-starvation. Mr. Moody wasn't stupid enough to leave him unchained, but he could enter the room now without worrying about if he would leave alive.

He whistled as he came in today, his good mood drawing the cheerful tune out of him. "Hey, Angel," he said. "How you feeling today, champ?"

Angel cracked one eye open to glare at him, but made no move towards him. He had his fangs extended, not to their full length, but not hidden away in his jaw. Mr. Moody still didn't know how that worked. There was a lot about vampires that was still a mystery- why they were burned by the sun, why some of them had red eyes, why most had only small fangs and a few had big fangs and claws to match.

"You showing off those pearly whites?" Mr. Moody asked, chuckling. "You'll get a chance to use 'em on Friday night. I found a fella who's got twin vampires. We'll see how you do against two at once, eh?"

Angel stared at him sullenly. "Do you even speak English?" Mr. Moody muttered. He honestly wasn't sure. The vampire never said a word to him. From what the officers who had brought him to Mr. Moody said, he hadn't been much before he'd been arrested. Mr. Moody was of the opinion that Angel- who clearly lived to kill- was doing better as his prize fighter than he would have in the outside world.

He'd seen it- the ferocity, the savagery, the brutality Angel used in the ring. The vampire was a wild animal. He had no technique, no skill, no training- just instinct and natural weaponry. Mr. Moody loved that first gasp from the crowd when they saw Angel's fangs on full display. "Nobody else got anything like you," he told the vampire.

Angel, as usual, ignored him.

Mr. Moody rolled his eyes as he left the alcove. "You know what, Angel?" he called back, his voice drowned out somewhat as he rummaged through a cupboard on the wall. "You ain't real personable. You got nothing in you but fightin'." He chuckled, pulling out a metal bowl and a bag of blood- surprising, how easy it was to get that stuff. "Lucky for you that's all I need anyway."

Like usual, Angel became agitated, more alive, at the smell of food. He had his hands cuffed behind his back, so he could only push himself up as far as his shoulder. His ruby-red eyes had expanded, taking over the whites until only a small ring of it remained. It was a vampire in feeding mode. Mr. Moody could almost see what little humanity remained fading away, consumed by the animalistic prey drive.

"That's the kind of thing I want on Saturday, y'hear?" he told the vampire, setting down the bowl. Angel threw himself at it, burying his face in it without a moment's hesitation. Mr. Moody knew he wouldn't let a drop go to waste. He stepped back to watch Angel eat, chuckling to himself. That was the trick with vampires- food. Control their supply of blood, and you controlled the vampire too.

He leaned against the wall, watching Angel eat. A smile twisted the edge of his lip. "Made for this, weren't ya," he said under his breath. "Born for blood. Born killer."

Angel no longer knew he was in the room, attention entirely taken up by the presence of blood. Mr. Moody took the opportunity to move in close and check the chains, make sure the bolts on the wall still held, all the things he needed his vampire distracted for.

Angel was finishing the last of the blood now. Mr. Moody dropped a hand onto his head, ruffling the shorn dark hair in a rare gesture of affection. "Keep killing for me, champ, and you'll get all the blood you could ever want," he chuckled. "Who knows? Maybe it'll even- aaauuughhh!"

The words broke off in a loud roar of pain as Angel surged up to sink a fang deep into Mr. Moody's arm. Mr. Moody shouted, stumbling back- Angel held grimly on, the sharp fang ripping a deep gash. Blood sprayed everywhere. Mr. Moody managed to rip his arm free and stumbled backward, gasping, clutching the wound.

Across the room, Angel locked eyes with him.

Mr. Moody swore at him, the pain stirring up anger along with it. "Think you did something, eh, vamp?" he snarled. "Think you can bite the hand that feeds you, huh? We'll see how long that attitude lasts without a drop of it!"

Slowly, deliberately, Angel licked what he could of Mr. Moody's blood from his face, never breaking his chilling red stare.

Mr. Moody lurched off the wall and kicked Angel in the jaw as hard as he could. The vampire went down, knocked unconscious.

"All right," Mr. Moody growled to the senseless creature at his feet. "That is the last damn time you bite a human ever again. Especially me. Hope you enjoyed it, champ. 'Cause you are gonna pay for every drop of blood."

#whumptober2024 #ailesswhumptober #ailesswhumptober2024day9 #animal bite #vampire whump #vampire whumpee #whump #jack be whumpy

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vincentvalenfine · 1 month ago

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I had this sorta cute idea, Vincent's s/o sunshine with tattoos.

She had some before the relationship that were hidden under her clothes, and he gets to find out the meaning they hold to her one night along with finding a new tattoo she has that reminds her of him for whenever he's away on a mission and all if thats okay? Just overall fluff bc lord, his sunshine got herself something permanent on her skin (beside the scars from him biting her) to remind her more of him when he's away?

My heart is effectively mush bc he seems like a man who likes the sappy and sentimental stuff like that, and luckily, I like being sappy and sentimental too.

Vincent has never begrudged you the signs of your past relationships embedded on your skin. His first time seeing them had been thoughtful, letting you explain the meaning of the constellation on your hip, the fanciful (and thus mostly illegible) cursive scrawled on your shoulder, the flowers on your thigh, all without interrupting. When you told him it was fine to touch them, that they didn't carry any heavy feelings anymore, his fingers and lips were reverent still - they traced the outlines and shapes so tenderly you felt like you were being worshipped. Maybe he was worshipping you.

Tonight's a special occasion, but Vincent doesn't know it yet. He's courteous as always, gentle with his kisses and letting you take the lead. You guide him to your bed and get him to sit, then smile at the confused look he gives you when you pull away from him and take a step back.

"Here, I wanted to show you something."

As always, a faint blush graces his cheeks as you start pulling your shirt off, though for once you're not aiming to fluster him. What you want instead is to expose the bandage on your upper arm - he looks concerned now but you hold up a hand to keep him from jumping to your side, discarding your shirt on the floor before beginning to carefully pull the bandage off. The skin ought to be healed up by now thanks to the courtesy Cure your artist provided...

It's a lovely fleur de lis. You'd been so careful not to let him know why you wanted to look so closely at Quicksilver, snapping a picture of the adornments when he wasn't paying attention for just a moment.

"I got it so I could always have a reminder of you whenever you're away."

The skin is still a bit tender when you test it with a gentle touch of your fingertip, but you're distracted from that when you look at Vincent and realize he's staring with wide eyes, tears starting to well up before he abruptly ducks his head. You step back in quickly, feeling alarmed. "Vincent? Are you okay? I didn't mean to upset you, I just-"

"It's fine," he interrupts with a choked voice, and in a heartbeat you're wrapped up in his arms, his face buried against your shoulder as he shakes a little. You're not sure if this is good or bad, but start to pet his hair gently. "Vincent...?"

"It - looks good on you."

He's doing his best not to cry about it... now you realize how touched he is by the gesture, kissing the side of his head to reassure him you're not going anywhere. "I'm glad you like it."

#vincent valentine x reader #he's a stoic right up until you hit him with the sappy romantic gestures #and then he's WEAK

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sinligh · 1 year ago

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As the year is ending,

The residual of all the life I’ve forbidden myself out of habit

is barely drawing a new beginning line

So where do i start ? today ?

By the time I woke up today i was already late, not in the sense that i had somewhere to be. No, but the urge to up and leave was almost hysterical

The only thing contradicting it

Was the hesitancy I chained my feet to before I went to sleep last night.

One foot in December, the other in January.

I thought i could still put an effort in trying, but then i started counting all the steps that i took away from reality

I’m so full of life that i don’t know how to put any of it to use; bits and pieces are falling behind because i have my hands so full of myself.

I rationalize the amount of love i absorb into my body, but.. it’s never wasted on me.

If it’s too much for me today, I’ll save it in, store it in a dark corner in my brain that resembles a personal pandora box

my prefrontal cortex

and when everything gets overwhelmingly dark I’ll open it then, let all the leftover love roam my world, and if it ruins me then so be it and if it fixes me…

Well, i don’t see it.

I strive for depth but the more i dig the deeper I’m buried

Naïve enough to expect that someone on the surface will surely notice, and walk back on my steps.

But it’s nothing to worry about now, is it ?

I’m young and I’m invincible and I’m on top of the world

I’m hesitant and I’m rotten. and I can’t stop thinking about throwing myself into this world

The way i was thrown in a pool as a child, expecting that contact will trigger an instinctive response and I’ll swim.. I’ll live.

So.. if I start spinning around myself in my kitchen like a dervish would do in sufi whirling..

it’s only because I’m overflowing with all that I want to be.. but i can’t.

•••

•Quotes: Nelly Sachs, tr. by Eric Plattner/ Anne Sexton/ Fariha Róisín/ Sylvia Plath/ Mayclair/ Taylor Swift

•Original context: Sinligh

•Art reference:

1. Mother and Children by William-Adolphe Bouguereau (Details) 2. Jean-Augustin Franquelin (detail). 3. Ettore Tito - Con la rosa tra le labbra. 4. Louis Janmot, Fleur des champs (details) 5. Art by Salvatore Postiglione (detail)

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hollowed-theory-hall · 6 months ago

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Hi! First, I want to say I love your theories! Each one is so compelling to read♡♡♡

Second, I was thinking about holidays breaks at Hogwarts and it lead to "wait, is there some sort of magic 'religion' or have I read too many fics?"

Like, they celebrate Halloween and Weasleys celebrate Christmas, but isn't it a contradiction? I know Halloween has celtic roots, but as it is today, it's "All Hallows' Eve", a christian celebration like Christmas. And both the Catholic and the Protestant Church weren't the ones involved in witches' trials? Shouldn't they avoid each other like plague as a general rule?

Maybe they have some pagan rituals and festivals, like the eight sabbat, and they call it Halloween at Hogwarts instead of Samhain due to muggle influence over time?

I don't know, it's just a thought, but it'd be interesting to see your opinion on it

Thank you so much! 💓

Honestly, I was thinking about this a lot, like, wizards and religion, particularly Christianity. And in the books pure-blood wizards like Ron, Neville and Hagrid use the word "hell" as a swear:

“Oh, she was perfect, obviously,” said Ron, before Hermione could answer. “Perfect deliberation, divination, and desperation or whatever the hell it is — we all went for a quick drink in the

(Ron in HBP)

“I’ll join you when hell freezes over,” said Neville

(Neville in DH)

So their language has borrowed terminology from muggle Christianity. They also celebrate Christmas and Halloween at Hogwarts, as you mentioned, in addition to celebrating Easter as they have an Ester break at Hogwarts. So it appears wizards in the UK are Christian.

If we look at the Dumbledore's funeral:

A little tufty-haired man in plain black robes had got to his feet and stood now in front of Dumbledore’s body. Harry could not hear what he was saying. Odd words floated back to them over the hundreds of heads. “Nobility of spirit” . . . “intellectual contribution” . . . “greatness of heart” . . . It did not mean very much. It had little to do with Dumbledore as Harry had known him.

(HBP, 643-644)

The little man in black had stopped speaking at last and resumed his seat. Harry waited for somebody else to get to their feet; he expected speeches, probably from the Minister, but nobody moved. Then several people screamed. Bright, white flames had erupted around Dumbledore’s body and the table upon which it lay: Higher and higher they rose, obscuring the body. White smoke spiraled into the air and made strange shapes: Harry thought, for one heart-stopping moment, that he saw a phoenix fly joyfully into the blue, but next second the fire had vanished. In its place was a white marble tomb, encasing Dumbledore’s body and the table on which he had rested. There were a few more cries of shock as a shower of arrows soared through the air, but they fell far short of the crowd. It was, Harry knew, the centaurs’ tribute

(HBP, 645-646)

We see a wizard who acts as a priest, and we see speeches for the deceased are allowed along with other tributes. We also know most wizards (like James and Lily) are buried in regular muggle Christian graveyards. They are buried in tombs or coffins like Christians. This all leads to wizarding funerals in Britain being like any muggle funeral in Britain with a bit of a magical flare on occasion.

The fire engulfing Dumbledore's tomb is a surprise to the audience because it's Fawkes doing it and not a wizard customer. The same goes for the Centaurs' arrows (the Centaurs seem to have a different religion).

Then, we also see a wizarding wedding with Bill and Fleur, which looks like any Christian wedding:

A great collective sigh issued from the assembled witches and wizards as Monsieur Delacour and Fleur came walking up the aisle, Fleur gliding, Monsieur Delacour bouncing and beaming. Fleur was wearing a very simple white dresses and seemed to be emitting a strong, silvery glow ... “Ladies and gentlemen,” said a slightly singsong voice, and with a slight shock, Harry saw the same small, tufty-haired wizard who had presided at Dumbledore’s funeral, now standing in front of bill and Fleur. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls . . . ” ... “Do you, William Arthur, take Fleur Isabelle. . . . ?”

(DH, 127-128)

Bill has a best man, Fluer goes down the aisle with her father, wearing a white dress and she has two bridesmaids. The wedding is officiated by the same wizard priest from Dumbledore's funeral. And they have the regular "I dos".

Sure there is some magical spectacle afterward, but it's after the ceremony and just that — a spectacle and not part of the proceedings of the wedding.

So, overall it seems like wizards in the UK have a variety of Christianity (most likely most are Protestants (Anglican) due to the whole history of Christianity reform in Britain but I'm not going into that). And it makes sense too, because they lived very close to the muggles (same villages and much more intermarriages) up until 1692 when the Statue of Secrecy was officially established. Even the Malfoy family had close business ties with muggles:

Historically, the Malfoys drew a sharp distinction between poor Muggles and those with wealth and authority. Until the imposition of the Statute of Secrecy in 1692, the Malfoy family was active within high-born Muggle circles, and it is said that their fervent opposition to the imposition of the Statute was due, in part, to the fact that they would have to withdraw from this enjoyable sphere of social life. Though hotly denied by subsequent generations, there is ample evidence to suggest that the first Lucius Malfoy was an unsuccessful aspirant to the hand of Elizabeth I, and some wizarding historians allege that the Queen’s subsequent opposition to marriage was due to a jinx placed upon her by the thwarted Malfoy.

(From Pottermore)

By 1692, Christianity was the main religion in the UK. It stands to reason it'll be the most common religion among the British wizards because of how closely they interacted with the muggles back then; from business to marriage even among supposedly pure-blood families like the Malfoys.

As such, I assume wizarding religion varies just like muggle religion, where different magical cultures would have different religions depending on where they are in the world and the common muggle religion in the area. It doesn't really seem there is a proper "magical religion". I think there were just a lot of influences going back and forth. As you mentioned, Halloween has Celtic roots and probably had some magical roots in the HP universe. The word "hell" originates in Norse and Norse mythology but traveled into English and Christianity. Catholicism especially is very influenced by Roman Paganism, etc. Religions are influenced by each other and no one exists in a vacuum, so it makes sense wizards would just practice the common religion where they are with perhaps some magical embellishments (as we see in the wedding). Similarly, the muggle religions were probably influenced by magic and some muggle religious rituals and ceremonies probably have their roots in magic and wizardry that the muggle world has forgotten about.

As for the witch trials in Europe, in the real world, the church didn't function or involve itself in witch trials until the 15th century. During the Medieval Era, the church defined believing in witchcraft as heresy since you believe in magic that doesn't come from god. Attacks on supposed witches went actively against church doctrine at the time.

During the 14th century, witch trials became more common in France, England, and Germany, but still not a full-on frenzy. The trials then weren't exactly witch trials either as the accusations were of diabolism, heresy, and nocturnal orgies, not exactly witchcraft. Witchcraft accusations grew more common towards the end of the century and in the 15th century, we actually start seeing more of the typical witch trials whose popularity grew with the publication of Malleus Maleficarum in 1486. This book redefined how to recognize a witch and fueled the already growing unrest. This led to more witch accusations as paranoia regarding witchcraft grew.

Only afterward do we see the church outright getting involved in witchcraft and the association of witchcraft and devil worship. This led to the peak of witch trials in Europe between 1560–1630. Even during these trials, many figures in the church (both Catholics and protestants) have cast doubts over the trials and their legality and outright oppose them. The frenzy of the witch trials in the 15th century also lines nicely with the Statue of Secrecy that was drafted a few decades later when the trials were winding down.

The point of all this is that the witch trials weren't led by the church in many places and for most of the trials' history it was considered heresy to even believe in witches by the church. So, I don't think the wizarding world would have an issue with Christianity over the witch trials, but an issue with muggles, which is actually what we see in the books. Also, whole communities don't tend to change their religion overnight, if they were Christian before the witch trials, they'd likely stay Christian after them.

I think a magical religion can be fun to explore in fic, but in the books, they are clearly Christian with a magical coat of paint (at least in Britain).

(There are probably a few British wizards who aren't Christian, just like in Muggle Britain. I personally headcanon Anthony Goldstein is Jewish since his last name is very Jewish)

#harry potter #hp #hp meta #harry potter meta #wizarding world of harry potter #wizarding world #wizarding society #wizarding world historical contxt #asks #anon asks #anonymous #hollowedtheory #hollowedheadcanon

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siren-serenity · 1 year ago

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stay until morning light 🌈

characters: rook hunt, gn!reader warnings: fluff, angst a/n: - i headcanon rook using french to soothe you down, knowing that at least his language is something familiar from your old world. additionally, he uses different nicknames because only one can't capture the beauty that you are~ - come get your man @v-anrouge, he's waiting at the altar already - feedback is appreciated!

Labored breaths catch Rook Hunt's attention as he slumbers. He sits up, hands instinctively reaching for the weapon beneath his pillow; he's desperate to help you even in his subconsciousness it seems, but the moonlight falls on your face, revealing the cause of his worries, and his heart sinks.

Your lips are open, feverish heat and labored gasps tear from your throat. Your eyes, squeezed shut painfully, leak streams of salty tears that carve valleys in your cheek. The intensity of your nightmare slightly frightened him; he had never seen anyone have such violent nightmares as you do. The moonlight falling through his windows highlights the way your mouth tears open and lets out silent screams and the way your fists are clenched so tight that he fears permanent crescent scars might be seared onto your beautiful hands forever. Rook cups your chin, his blond hair falling onto you as he attempts to wake you up. In his soul, in his mind, he prays that he'd never have to see you like this.

He knows you go through these nightmares but by the Sevens, he could never imagine it being so heart-wrenchingly painful to watch you go through this. It feels like his heart has been torn out of his chest and he is conscious all throughout the act. He couldn't even bare the emotional pain so he wonders solemnly what you must be feeling. It must be thousands- no, millions more painful than what he must feel.

"Ma cherie," He murmurs, pressing kisses everywhere on your face. He wakes you up in a delicate way, as if to contrast against the monstrous nightmares you are having. "Wake up, you're okay."

Your body shakes even more and he barely manages to dodge the punch you throw in your sleep. He continues to murmur softly and calmly, knowing that if he even raises his voice the wrong way, you might even get worse.

"You're alright, I promise," Rook grabs your hand, tracing doodles on your kiss. He slowly lifts your hand to his lips, pressing kisses to each fingerpad. "Wake up, please."

Slowly, but surely, your attacks seem to pause and your eyes twitch. Rook continues to speak in this gentle, calm manner and soon enough, you awaken. Your pupils were still dilated and your chest continues to heave up and down, but the fact you were conscious immediately soothes Rook's soul by a bit.

"Oh mon fleur," He brushes your hair out of your eyes, letting him lock eyes and stare into your enchanting irises forever. He finds it hard to focus on the matter at hand and not on the way you look so gorgeously stunning even after rousing from a nightmare. "What happened?"

Rook lets you steady your breathing while using his other hand to grab his pen to summon a glass of water.

"I had a dream," You murmured, nodding your head in thanks as he hands you a glass of water. "I was forced to leave Twisted Wonderland. Violently."

Slowly, the tears start to flow again. Rook immediately sets aside the glass before grabbing you into a tight hug.

"I-I don't want to!" You wail, sniffling and fisting Rook's nightshirt in your hands. The wrinkles were enough to make Vil scold him but Rook only runs a hand through your hair, calming you down. "I don't want to leave! I-I love this world, I love t-the memories I m-made, I love you!"

You sniff, rubbing your hand across your nose violently to stop your running nose.

"P-please, Rook. Don't make me leave!"

Rook picks out the broken undertone in your voice and the minor cracks in your voice as you sob violently. He tightens his hug around you and buries his head in the crook of your collarbone. He inhales and his senses is immediately flooded with your unique scent, the addictive drug that he is enraptured by.

"I'm addicted to your smile, your scent, your warmth. Don't ever leave me," Rook cups your chin so he can face you again. He leans in, capturing your lips in a quick kiss before continuing. "I can't bear the pain inflicted on my soul. Je ne peux pas virve sans toi, tu es amor de ma vie. Tonjours."

Your lips curve into a simple smile, yet that one simple action is enough to make Rook's heart stutter. He feels like a young schoolboy again, just about to debut into the world of adulthood. "What does that mean?"

"I can't live without you," He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead and down your neck. He leaves wet marks along your neck; internally, he wishes he had worn lipstick so those marks could be seen and shown off to the world. Your fists tighten around his biceps and your eyelids flutter as he continues. "You are the love of my life. Always."

"Rook..."

"Mon ange, the things you do to me," He sighs before wrapping himself around you so he spoons you securely. Rook hopes his natural body heat would give you a safe haven to fall asleep in. Judging by the way your breaths become slower and slower, he must have succeeded and he smiles gently.

"Stay with me until morning light?"

"Tonjours, mon fleur. You don't even need to ask."

#twisted wonderland oneshots #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #rook hunt #rook hunt x mc #rook hunt x reader #twst rook hunt #pomefiore #rook hunt angst #angst #rook hunt fluff

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brucewaynehater101 · 8 months ago

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adding to my last ask, the rest of the album is so similar to the Batfam

Loves like Ghosts - Batcat or BruTalia

Until the Night Turns - Dick (the vibes esp)

Dead Man’s Hand - Jason

-> pretty obvious why 💀. I see it as Jason talking abt his old self with the “tired of a life that never felt like his” line

Hurricane (Johnnie’s theme) - Dick, Jason, and Steph(Cass)

-> I mostly saw it as Stephcass but there were definitely lyrics that applied to Dick (thrill) and Jason (dying lol)

La Bella Fleur Sauvage - DickBabs

The World Ender - Steph (with the romantic lines being shaded between Cass and Gotham) or Jason (with the romantic lines being completely abour Gotham)

-> I feel like it fits Jason better bc it’s literlaky abour being back from the grave but alas

Meet Me in the Woods - Tim(Bern)

The Yawning Grave - ALFRED AND BRUCE ALFRESH AND BRUCE. This is so important to me omg

Cursed - where “she” is Gotham and the speaker is any of the Batfam (sans Cass I think)

Way out There - Damian (“I’m just wearing old bones from those who came first”) (“you” being Dick) or StephCass from Cass’s pov

The Night We Met - the BatSiblings (sans Duke bc he wasn’t adopted yet) during Bruce’s death

There weren’t any I could connect to Duke specifically but yeah 😞

Loves Like Ghost definitely gives of Talia to Bruce vibes. The lyrics of "what ain't living can never really die. You don't want me baby please don't lie. Oh but if you're leaving, I gotta know why." "And if I can't have you then no one ever will." "Baby in my eyes you do no wrong. I don't feel it till it hurts sometimes. So go on baby hurt me tonight."

Until the Night Turns is a cool song. Perhaps you would elaborate more on why you think it fits Dick? The vibes are pretty on, but jot too sure about the lyrics.

Dead Man's Hand does fit Jason. "Sure as hell he was dead as they come and he was already starting to smell. Just a kid with his hair slicked back and a knife tucked into his belt. Was he unforgiven or just tired of living a life that never felt like his?" "I know I'm dead but I don't wanna lie in a grave out here where the coyote's cry. I stared right into the endless void and I ain't going back if I got any choice. I know how to live, I don't know how to die and there ain't no thrills in the afterlife."

Hurricane. I do think that all of the batkids are adrenaline junkies but I do see how the lyrics fit those ones especially.

La Bella Fleur Savage - Google says Fleur means both flower and resilience. I can see how that fits Babs and how the song resembles her love with Dick.

The World Ender - I love this song for Steph. She deserves to get her revenge. She did kind of die with Black Mask, but she didn't really do a revenge thing like Jason. On the other hand she "won't ever feel the embrace of the grave" because she revived before being buried.

Meet Me in the Woods - I see how this is TimBern especially because Bernard isn't in the vigilante business (so he won't really understand what Tim's been through).

The Yawning Grave - Alfred warning Bruce not to become Batman, of its dangers, of the likelihood of him dying, fits so well. He told him when he was a kid, but Bruce still went down with this path

Cursed - I agree that Cass isn't tied to Gotham like the others. If "she" was Gotham, that does fit the others. I raise you, though. What if "she" was their mission or vigilantism? That then fits all of them.

Way out There - Oof. That definitely fits Damian and I love that analysis of him.

The Night We Met - I agree, however, there's a tik tok that has an animation of this song. It absolutely kills my soul every time I see it. It has Bruce singing this about Jason: "I had all," Jason as Robin, "and then most of you," Jason dying, "some and," Jason's grave, "now none of you," Jason as Red Hood. "Take me back to the night we met." The tire jacking night.

We definitely need some Duke songs out there. If anyone has any songs that fit Duke, feel free to comment or reblog with them!!!!

#dc comics #dc universe #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #dick grayson #damian wayne #cass wayne #steph brown #barbara gordon #thank you for the ask!!!!

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buriedlove · 1 year ago

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Hey Buried Lovers,

Just a little birthday something for you. Hope you’re all surviving September - all is busy but good for me - looking forward to some quieter times and getting back to writing! ❤️

The Party

Alex clears his throat and looks around the dome, running his hand through his hair.

“Do you think we’ve got enough balloons?”

Zein snorts and kicks their foot at one of the balloons now bouncing around on the ground. “Alex, if we had any more balloons I think this place would start floating to the surface.”

Alex grins sheepishly. “Ok, I accept I might have gone overboard.”

Balloons are floating around in the air. Some rising to the top of the dome, but others hovering in mid air, or bouncing their way along the ground.

Rota eyes them suspiciously. “Why aren’t these strange orbs following the laws of gravity?”

“That would be one of those questions it’s better not to ask,” Eli playfully bats one of the balloons with his hand as he walks past everyone and makes a beeline to the bar.

“A more important question is what drinks am I going to mix tonight? I feel like trying something new. Something spicy?”

Aayush raises an eyebrow but says nothing, instead walking through the swirling mass of balloons, somehow managing to avoid touching a single one. He lays down on a sun lounger and closes his eyes.

“Aayush!” Fleur calls out, “aren’t you supposed to be on outfit duty? There’s no time for relaxing!”

Aayush smiles and waves his hand. A sea of balloons parts to show a clothing rack with beautiful outfits hanging off of it. Fleur squeals as she runs over and picks up a hanger that has a label with her name written on it. A dress that looks like it’s made from thousands of delicate lilac petals hangs from it. “It’s perfect! Aayush how did you find these…?”

Aayush smiles. “You don’t get to live through all of the ages without getting a certain sense of style. This will be the best dressed party this dome will ever see. Guaranteed.”

Abe appears carrying trays of food. He looks wholly uncomfortable as he looks around the dome. “Where am I putting these?” He looks to Fleur who has assumed the role of party coordinator.

Fleur points to some tables over to the side of the pool. “Over there next to Cerri. While you’re over there could you ask her to go and throw all of the inflatables into the pool? It’s going to look so cute.”

Abe swallows and looks like he’s been asked to fight a bear, but he nods obediently and walks over to Cerri who is glowering at everything happening around her.

“Uh Cerri,” he starts, his deep voice shaking ever so slightly. “Fleur asked if you could get the pool ready? Uh. Please.”

Cerri rolls her eyes but doesn’t protest and wanders over to Cat who is standing proudly surveying a menagerie of inflatable pool animals.

“Cerri! Hey! Help me get these in the water will you?”

Cerri grunts but picks up a giant flamingo and throws it through the air with ease, watching as it lands in the pool with a splash. Cat smiles. “Finally an outlet for all that tension, huh?”

Cerri responds by throwing an inflatable panda.

Cat laughs quietly and walks slowly over to Alex, placing an arm around his shoulder. “Wow, when you were put in charge of balloons you really went for it, huh?”

Rota interjects, “I believe there may be more orbs in here than there are stars in the sky.”

Alex starts to protest but instead closes his mouth and his eyes rest on a point in the distance. Everyone turns to see what he’s seen, their eyes all fixed on one thing that has just entered the party.

You.

#buried love drabble #buried love #interactive fiction #alex buried love #aayush buried love #abe buried love #cerri buried love #rota buried love #catarina buried love #eli buried love #fleur buried love #zein buried love

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lotties-ashwagandha · 2 years ago

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can you do a larissa weems x reader in which the reader is madly in love with larissa but larissa has only eyes for morticia so she is kept her feelings and was completely wasted during like a party on nevermore, then accidentally confessed to Larissa (she is drunk). this is when they were students btw. you can give it a happy or sad ending, just bring us the angst please thank you!!

FOUNTAIN OF WISHES

pairing: larissa weems x reader

word count: 1065

notes and warnings: TW: alcohol ,,, also this is not proofread

taglist: @cartoonpeoples @thedeconstructionist @paulsonsratched @mayfair-fleur @goodeday2u @traumatisedfangirl @cordeliass

fountain of wishes:

You had never been one for parties, but you had always wished to attend the Rave’N. It was a staple of the Nevermore experience, and you had heard so many tales of the wondrous gala, its theme changing every year, the costly dresses and suits bought specifically for the occasion.

You had never been one for parties, but the Rave’N would be magnificent.

For three weeks you had been attempting to work up the nerve to ask Larissa Weems to go with you to the dance. You’d been in love with her since the beginning of time, but every encounter the two of you had was unmanageably awkward, and she was seen almost exclusively with Morticia Addams. It was all too easy to draw conclusions… they seemed a bit close for comfort.

On the day of the Rave’N, you had decided that this was the day – it was late, you knew that, and plans had likely already been made, but it was your final chance to ask Larissa, and you wouldn’t be wasting it.

You had devised a plan to ask her before your first class, which you happened to have together. The two of you always arrived a bit earlier than the other students, and while awkward silence usually hung in the air between you, you had decided that that day would be incredibly different.

As you had imagined, she had arrived in class early, and the two of you were alone in the empty botany classroom. Plants lined the translucent white walls, creating an atmosphere of peace in the early morning.

“Good morning,” you said suddenly to Larissa, breaking the silence.

She glanced at you in slight surprise from where she sat a table away. Her surprise, however, did not seem to be driven by anything unpleasant. “Good morning.”

“Are you going to the Rave’N tonight?” You asked, your heart pounding out of your chest. Your head was spinning, a mix of excitement and unbelievable nerves threatening to make you burst.

“Yes, actually. Morticia asked me to go with her… will you be going?”

You didn’t respond for a few moments, and when you did, all you could manage was a nod. It felt like the whole school was crashing down, burying you in a pile of stones, and you were the only one that could feel the burden of it all. It was unbelievable how much her words could impact you, for better or for worse.

Students began to flood into the class, but you didn’t notice. The fire alarms could have been blaring and the school could have been flooding and still the only thing on your mind would have been her.

—

Despite your efforts to look past the morning, the Rave’N was nothing but a disappointment. All you could do was watch as Morticia and Larissa danced together. You were alone, and to make it all worse no one had even asked to take you to the dance at all, which inflicted a slight blow to your self-confidence.

You couldn’t even tell what the year’s theme was, only that everything was covered in a horrendous teal blue. Your clothes were too small, the punch being served was disgusting, and all you wanted to do was leave.

A small group of students had gathered outside of the building, and somehow some of them had acquired booze, probably some of the Nightshades exercising whatever hidden connections they possessed in the school. You didn’t particularly want to join them, but you couldn’t bear to watch Larissa and Morticia together for another moment. It was due to these circumstances that you found yourself sitting on the edge of a fountain outside of where the Rave’N was being held, surrounded with some of Nevermore’s least-terrific students, chugging sipping from a flask of wine.

You had not had much alcohol in your life, so you hadn’t quite figured out how to pace yourself, and within about twenty minutes the world was spinning and you were contemplating sleeping next to the fountain when you heard someone calling your name.

When you turned you saw Larissa Weems herself, clad in a shimmering white dress. She looked like a goddess, her platinum hair tied up in an extravagant bun at the back of her head and her neck adorned with pearls and diamonds.

She sat down beside you at the fountain’s stone edge, a concerned expression gracing her angelic features. “Are you okay?” she asked. “I’ve been searching for you everywhere, you just disappeared.”

You scoffed slightly. “I didn’t think you would notice so quickly, with Morticia taking up every thought of yours.”

Her confusion was unmissable, but you didn’t quite feel like filling her in.

“Where is Morticia, anyway?” you asked quietly.

“She’s dancing with Gomez, I think. I don’t know. Why does it matter?”

You swore never to have wine again, for all of a sudden tears were filling your eyes, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Everything that had been bothering you seemed so much worse, especially with Larissa watching, for your vulnerability in her presence felt like a curse.

She took your hand, rubbing soothing circles over the back of it. “Please tell me what’s wrong. You know I’m here for you, always.”

You choked over your words as you spoke, the truth pouring out like water from a spout. You were unable to stop, and part of you didn’t really want to. “I’ve liked you for so long,” you started, avoiding her eyes. “I know we’re not really close, and whenever we talk it gets so awkward, but I think about you constantly. You’re so incredibly smart, and you’re absolutely gorgeous, you’re just perfect. And I know you’re involved with Morticia apparently, but–”

“Stop, stop.” she urged you, running her other hand across your cheek, swiping away the tears. “I came to the Rave’N with Morticia, but we’re not… we’ve never been like that together. At least not on my end.”

“Really?”

She nodded, meeting your eyes, leaning a bit closer to you. “I only came with her because you never asked me.”

“I was terrified.”

She smiled slightly, her gaze falling to your lips. “I’ve only ever loved you.”

And with that, your lips met hers, and all was how it should be.

You had never been one for parties, but you supposed, maybe, the Rave’N was one you would always love.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #lgbtq #gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #wednesday #wednesday netflix

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creativecupcake · 2 months ago

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Shani’s Magical Day on Campus

Warning: Rook and his google translate French! Nothing much other than that!

Shani enjoyed snuggling into her massive bed, yawing as she buried her face back into the warm pillow. It was a lovely morning…until she heard the door gently creak open.

“Kehehehe!” A familiar snicker floats through the room. Shani hid her giggles, getting ready to spook a certain bat. Feeling a presence leaning over her, she sprang up, clinging onto the body in front of her.

“Rawr!”

“Oh goodness!” Lilia cried in shock, catching the giggling monster. “It seems we are under attack,” he said with a sly smile. That look sent a shiver down Shani’s spine as she tried to escape the bat’s arms, only to be surprised by tickles. Pure giggles of sunshine welcomed the rest of the Diasomnia family as they entered the room, having let the little girl sleep in a little later. The group couldn’t help but smile at the joy filled giggles, the atmosphere in Diasomnia seemingly lighter than ever.

Lilia finally stopped his onslaught, placing the girl before her vanity and helping her get ready for the day. He wouldn’t say it aloud, but he had missed having a small one to take care of. The whole Diasomnia family seemed to just click with the girl.

Unwrapping the silk scarf Malleus had let her borrow, the bat fae fluffed up her curls and gushed about making her a mini school uniform. Shani simply puffed out her chest,proudly stating that her Mimi taught her how to care for her curls. Getting the little one clothed back in her pink dress and shoes, Silver handed her a piece of toast (thankfully he and Sebek made a small breakfast while Lilia was distracted with waking her up). Making their way to classes, Lilia detoured to the headmage’s office. Crowley had at least been proactive enough to plan for all the staff before the start of classes.

Upon entering, Shani had perked up, wildly waving at Crewel. The potionology professor couldn’t help but feel a bit smug, especially seeing a certain crow pout about not getting the same greeting.

“Now, Miss Shani,” Crowley began, “These are our head professors and Sam, our school store manager.”

“Hiya! Shani Fleur Aleria! It is lovely to meet you,” our lovely little protagonist chirped, bouncing around as Lilia set her down.

Trein was the first to step forward, a warm smile on his lips as he was reminded of his own daughters. “I am Mozus Trein, and this is my familiar Lucius. A pleasure to meet you young lady.”

“Mra-mrow.”

“I am not tiny!” Shani gasped, looking at Lucius with offense.

The adults were startled as many students in the school were just learning beast speak.

“Mrrr.”

“Nuh-uh! I’m not a kitten, I’m a big girl! Momma says that’s why I can take care of myself!” Can we all admit that a toddler arguing with an animal is a cute scene?

”Well well, lil Missy,” Sam chuckled, kneeling down to Shani’s height. “Looks like we’ve got a smart lil thing.”

Shani stared up at Sam, a questioning look in her eyes. “Are you a shadow man? Cause you look like the shadow man from when I visit Mimi. He says he has friends on the other side.” Oh boy, did that make Sam’s day, a sly smile slipping on his lips.

”Well now fair one,” he stood, giving a dramatic bow. “Glad to see you’ve met others on my level. You need anything, feel free to stop by and see my friends and I.” He smiled again, slipping her a piece of candy before stepping back.

“Don’t go spoiling her with sweets Sam! You need to start them off right to go big and strong,” the man in the tracksuit said, flexing his arms and showing off. “I’m Ashton Vargas and I make sure all these fledgling mages grow strong enough to handle their magic.”

Crewel rolled his eyes at Vargas’ flexing before showing Shani a small smile. “And you already know me pup. I see you’ve taken good care of those curls.” Eyes turning to Crowley the staff all seemed to get more serious. “Now, Crowley, how do you plan to send the pup home?”

Cue a VERY nervous Crowley, and very unhappy staff. “W-well,” the bird man began. “Sadly, mister Yuu and Shani both come from the same world. The dark mirror could not locate their home anywhere.” This did not improve the mood of those in the office. “From what mister Yuu and I discovered last night, they come from another world, outside of Twisted Wonderland. I was planning to move miss Shani to be with Yuu in the Ramshackle dor-”

“You what!?” Crewel interjected.

“To think you would put someone in that derelict dorm.” Trein huffed, Lucius growling in agreement.

”Of course he did, you know that bird cuts corners,” Vargas sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

“And now he wants to toss the lil miss in too. My friends on the other side said one of the stairs collapsed last night,” Sam brought up, happy to let the others know. (We all know damn well that Sam loves drama!)

“We-well-”

“No. We will hold a meeting with the dorm leaders once classes finish and discuss the little pup’s living situation. That will include the young man.” Crewel said, leaving no room for a certain headmage to argue.

”Yes, yes! And as the generous headmage I am, I will give the little one a tour around campus! For I am so generous!” Crowley quickly swept Shani up from where she had been talking to Lucius and rushed out of the office.

“Should we stop him?” Lilia hesitantly asked, not happy about the bird stealing his baby. (Papa Lilia mode has activated! Prepare for Silver to have a sibling.)

The staff sighed in exasperation before Crewel finally spoke up.

“Leave them be for now. I trust the pup, and if need be she can turn him into a plushie again.”

“She can what?!” Vargas shouted.

“Do you think she would be willing to do so when he tries to skip his duties again?” Trein joked.

“Mraaaaa-ow!”

“Yes, Lucius could use a new toy.”

”I’d be more than willing to add to my stock,” Sam teased as they all went to their classes.

“And this is the Main Street, where we lovingly put statues of the Great-” Fwoom! A giant ball of fire seemed to eat a statue as they approached. Shani was glad for a break. They hadn’t even been walking 10 minutes but the bird seemed to forget she was small! Having to constantly run to keep up with the air headed mage was NOT fun.

“YuuYuu!” She cheered, seeing Yuu stand off to the side as Crowley lectured the magic users. “How you?”

Yuu chuckled, happy to have Shani’s positive energy. “Well, I’m staying until they can find us a way home. At the moment I’m in charge of taking care of Grim, ya know, the monster from last night.” He paused, looking at the burnt statue. “Sadly he and Ace burned the Queen of Hearts statue to a crisp, and I’m sure we’ll get in trouble for that.”

“And Mister Yuu, I believe I told you no more trouble! All three of you will wash one hundred windows as punishment! Now, Mister Yuu, go to the well in the main courtyard and get some water to scrub all the soot off the statue. I will make sure to have cleaning supplies delivered here when you return.” Yuu nodded and went off with Grim, who sent Shani a secret wave.

“Now come along Miss Shani, we will escort Mister Trappola to his class and continue on.” Poor Shani groaned, looks like she was back to running to try and keep up with long legs. Both the bird and teen seemed to be mumbling in frustration as they marched on. Dropping the boy off, Shani waved at Crewel, before they were back off again.

Nearly tripping over, Shani stopped, noticing that one of the ribbons on her shoes had come undone. Quickly kneeling down she got to retying it. Over, under, watch the bunny’s ears, and done! A perfect pretty bow…and an empty hallway. Uh oh. Freaking out, our tiny tot tried to remember the way to Yuu, or Crewel’s room, when a giant shadow came over her.

“Oya, oya? What we got here, a lost fry?” A high pitched voice lazily teased. Oh look, a giant with sharp teeth. “I wanna squeeze such a little thing.” Cue a big scary smile.

”Squeeze? You want a hug? Ok!” And cue Shani totally missing the threat. What can she say, he seems fun. And everyone loves a good hug. (Someone may have to tell her certain people do NOT like random hugs.)

Floyd was too confused. He was used to others, from adults to children, being scared of him, if not a little unnerved by his menacing aura. But here was this tiny fry that didn’t even reach his knees, jumping to hug him around the waist. Hm… he’d hand it to her, she had a good squeeze. Mood lifted, he happily picked up the tiny one, this is his now he thought as he walked off.

“Why aren’t you in class Floyd?” Shani asked as she nibbled on the chips they had grabbed from a vending machine they wandered by.

“Don’t wanna. Too boring.” Floyd whined as he stuffed his face. “Plus Jade put me in a bad mood.”

“Aw, but you’re really smart. I’m sure you can do it.” Shani jumped up, climbing the hug Floyd around his shoulders. “Show that meanie Jade that you’re better than him!” Well that was an ego boost for Floyd. His little fry was so cute and cheering him on, now he was in the mood to show off. Plus Shani had told him about the headmage abandoning her tour, so he could show her around his classes.

The door to Trein’s class slammed open, five minutes after the bell. Eyes turned to see a beaming Floyd enter, with the little girl from orientation wrapped around his neck.

“Leech, what is the meaning of this?” Trein growled, hoping that the eel hadn’t kidnapped a child. Lucius glared letting out a sound of distress.

“Heya, teach. Headmage abandoned the fry so I adopted her. Problem?��

“Hi Mister Trein!” Shani waved, enjoying the piggyback ride Floyd was giving her. “Can I stay with Floyd? He’s fun and he gave me chips!” That did not calm Trein down. He doubted Floyd would actually harm the child, but Floyd’s moods were well known. Trein wasn’t even surprised about Crowley losing a child. Sighing, he could feel a headache coming on.

“Leech, take a seat and hand Miss Shani this paper and colors,” he summoned said items and handed them over. Writing a quick note he handed it to Lucius. “Lucius will inform the other staff about this…situation. Miss Shani please stay with Mister Leech for now and please try to stay quiet for the class.” With that Lucius left to deliver the news and Trein started his class.

The bell rang for lunch and Floyd, gently, tossed Shani over his shoulder. The odd duo had made it through three classes, Shani even being able to help with Floyd’s mood swings. She had handed out drawings to students and teachers alike throughout the classes. First class she had made a lovely portrait of Trein and Lucius. Second period had been a class on beast speak and she had spotted a cute redhead with strands that looked like a heart, he had accepted her art but seemed a bit awkward. The last class had been potions!

Crewel was 1000% not pleased about the situation, but after checking Shani over he let it go. She had a lot of fun with potions. Crewel had deemed her his little assistant and she had spent the period running around, delivering ingredients, pointing out when students didn’t follow the safety rules, and she got to help Floyd stir his potion (with strict supervision from Crewel). After handing off the latest drawing of the black and white haired professor, Floyd carried her off to lunch.

“Oh my, I’d heard word of you adopting a fry, but I didn’t think it would last.” A Floyd look-a-like teased as they sat at a table.

“A not Floyd!” Shani gasped, doing a double check between the twins. “Yes! That means double giant friend!” Well that was not the reaction Jade was expecting as Azul joined the table.

“Yeah, Not-Floyd! This is my lil Tadpole! She’s awesome just like me!”

“Tadpole?” Azul questioned. He was used to Floyd’s nicknames but they were usually sea creatures.

“Yeah, she’s a real bouncy thing! She’s so tiny but can jump real big to get things, so she’s a frog. But she’s just a baby, so Tadpole.” Azul wouldn’t say it, but it made sense. From the little time he had been around the girl she had been bursting with energy and bouncing all over the place.

“Well, welcome Miss Shani. As you know I’m Azul and-”

“Do you really have a restaurant? Floyd says you have one and it’s REALLY pretty! But how d’ya do that? My momma has a restaurant and she says it’s so hard to run! You must be really, really, really smart to run one and do school!” Ah, Shani has started to ramble yet again. Don’t blame her, Floyd has been bragging about how cool he and his dorm are and may have played up the lounge a bit. But it was a nice ego boost for Azul. And what was that, her mother also runs an eatery?

“A-ah. Yes, I run the Mostro Lounge and Floyd and…not Floyd assist me.” Oh, Azul was happy to join in this. The little one may not have noticed but the not Floyd nickname was obviously irking Jade. And it was so rare that Azul and Floyd could tease the older eel. “I’m sure it would be lovely if you were to stop by the lounge. Floyd is quite the talented cook, when he’s in the mood.”

“Hey!” Floyd shouted, scooping Shani into his arms. “Don’t talk about me to my Tadpole that way! You’re just jealous she likes me more.” He pouted, giving Shani a big squeeze.

“Floyd!” The rest of the Octotrio jumped up, ready to pull the eel away from the little girl, only to hear soft giggles. Freezing the duo watched as the blonde haired girl happily returned Floyd’s squeeze. It seemed to totally relax the moody eel. To say Jade and Azul were shocked was an understatement. Both fell back into their seats as Floyd sat Shani down and gave her her food.

“Didn’t Floyd’s squeeze hurt?” Azul asked, still in shock.

“Not really,” Shani swallowed her rice and chicken. “His hugs are like my Mimi’s.” Another shock, this time for the whole trio. She was comparing Floyd’s bone breaking squeezes to a grandmother’s hug? “Everyone always says Mimi’s hugs break their backs, but they just feel snug and comfy to me!”

“My, my,” Jade smile, looking down at Shani with curiosity. “It seems like you’ve found an interesting one, Floyd. What a curious little Tadpole.”

“You sound like my Mimi when she’s talking to her sisters about gossip!” Shani let slip.

“Oh?” Jade was interested, seems this Mimi may fit in the Leech family.

“Yeah, my Mimi is a triplet. She started her own shop with her sisters and she gets that same smile when she has to talk to meanie customers.” Shani pointed her spoon right at the smile growing on Jade’s face. “Mimi says it’s best to have a smile on your face and let others think they’ve won. Then - wham!” She stabbed her spoon back in her bowl. “You hand them an embarrassing defeat!”

“Oh my, Floyd, I think Mimi might fit right in the family,” Jade jokes, both of the tweels snickering. Azul did not want to think about the Leech family gaining a member, but he would admit that Shani’s company added a pleasant atmosphere to the group. The Octavinelle group had a rather enjoyable lunch, Shani got rather curious when she found out about them being mermen and asked a multitude of questions. Azul may have left lunch feeling prideful from all of the girl’s praise. And Jade may be a bit too excited when Shani let it slip that her Pépère took her hiking and was teaching her to forage/survive.

Next period was PE and Vargas was more than happy to announce that a friend of his on Sage island had a child’s broom that he could borrow. This class was a mix of second and third years so he instructed them all to keep an eye out for the little girl.

“You ever flown Tadpole?” Floyd asked helping her put on knee and elbow pads Vargas had given them. She’d also been gifted a set of shorts and a first year shirt that looked more like a dress.

“I got practice flying at home, but I never used a broom.” Shani mumbled, trying to tie the elbow pads herself. “What about you Floydie? You must be really good at flying!”

”Nah. Flying can be fun, and I’m better than Jade and Azul, but us merfolk have some issues flying.”

“Alarie!” Vargas’ voice cut through the field. “Come show us what you got.” Shani bounced in place as Floyd finished her padding. Grabbing her broom she bound over, stopping just in front of Vargas and giving him a cheery salute.

“Reporting for duty!”

Vargas laughed as he kneeled down to point out the goal. “You’re going to try your best to fly the course. Fly up 50 feet and go through those three rings. Fly down and grab a flag from that bar near the ground. Then fly around the field and ring the bell on the other side before racing back here.” With that he ruffled her locks, standing back up. “Just try your best it’s a test to see what you need to learn about flying. Don’t push yourself too hard and no feet off the ground until I blow my whistle. Understood?”

“Yessir!”

“Alright, remember: safety first! Three, two, one-” Tweeeet!

“Allons-y!” Shani exclaimed, catching the attention of a certain hunter as she shot off. Most of the students (and Vargas) were worried about her speed as she rapidly approached the hoops. Zipping up and down, left and right she weaved her way through, a mess of giggles being carried by the wind. Just as they started to relax, she seemed to drop right out of the sky! Vargas was quick to grab his magical pen before she leveled out and quickly was coming up on the flags! Right as she was upon them she seemed to go upside down on the broom, not even stopping as she grabbed a flag on the go! Just as she got back on the broom she picked up speed again heading straight for the bell. Ding! They could hear it loud and clear from across the field! It was such a simple thing but for some reason the class felt almost like they were watching a spelldrive game with how hard their hearts were pumping. Before they knew it Shani landed back at Vargas’ side and he stopped his stop watch.

Silence hung for a minute before Floyd shot forward, cheering for his little Tadpole. The rest of the class cheered and many began to tell the little one how cool she’d looked. Especially when someone had pointed out that she had tied her flag in her hair like a ribbon.

“Well of course, it was the prettiest color there.” Said like this was some common fact. Oh look now a certain model has his eye on you Shani.

“A-a new record.” Oh and look Vargas looks like a proud Papa crying over how his baby broke a school record.

“Merveilleux ! Such beautiful and elegant flight, like a baby bird stepping out of the nest! C’est génial,” an overexcited blonde cheered, popping out of nowhere.

“Rook! Don’t startle the child,” Vil scolded, coming to stand by them.

“Ah, my apologies petite dame.”

“Pas de soucis,” Shani responded, shocking them all with the language change. “Merci beaucoup for the compliment Monsieur.” And now Rook’s interest has become an obsession, good luck Shani.

“Oh! Another versed in the language of beauté! Incroyable! And your accent only adds to your adorable aspects! We simply must talk, si nous pouvons?” Rook asked, offering Shani his hand, like a gentleman!

Shani looked up at Floyd with curious eyes. Floyd couldn’t help but pout, he didn’t want Seagull and Betta Fish to steal his little Tadpole, but he did know that he like to roam when he felt like it.

“Fine, Tadpole can wander around, but make sure to let me or the teachers know.” Was this what his parents felt like taking care of him and Jade? With that he handed Tadpole over to Betta Fish and went as Vargas was calling him for his test.

“As Roi du Poison said, I am Rook Hunt. And you fillette?”

“Hello Monsieur Chasseur, I am Shani Fleur Alarie! Lovely to meet you!”

“Oh please not another one…” Don’t worry Vil, she’s not as bad as Rook.

“Ah, Fillette Fleur, how lovely!”

“Why do you call the Riene, Roi du Poison. He’s clearly a queen, he’s the prettiest man I ever seen!” Shani corrected the over enthusiastic blonde. This was just the boost Vil had needed, he had made the mistake of checking rankings this morning.

“Well, aren’t you a smart sweet potato?” Vil smiled, patting Shani’s head.

“Course! My Mimi taught me how to spot the pretty in people. She says ‘Everyone has their own unique beauty, our job is making sure the outside perfectly reflects that!’ That’s why Mimi made me my perfect outfit!” Shani gushed, always proud to talk about her grandmother.

“Oh? Another hunter of beauté? Tell me, how does your Grand-mère help others find their ‘perfect look’?” Rook questioned.

“Mimi is a seamstress. She makes perfect, one of a kind, items for her clients. She says different styles highlight the best points in different people. Mimi was even in a magazine cause she made the gala dress for a princess last year!” Shani waved her hand and a magazine proofed into existence. On the front cover was a gorgeous flowing dress, the woman in it looking like an ethereal beauty. The title? The Fairest of Them All.

Vil had worked with plenty of designers before, so he could tell quality from a glance, and this was quality. The dress fit the woman perfectly, and highlighted all her best qualities. Her long legs looked gorgeous with the delicate loose train. The unique shape of the neckline added interest and drew the eye to her face. The beading and embroidery was clearly handmade. Overall it was top quality and clearly made with passion.

“Oh my! What a unique shape! And the hand stitching is so well done. Truly a fit for a queen,” Rook praised, glancing at Vil. The hunter already know what was going through the beauty’s head.

”Oh yeah! The beading was my favorite part to do!” The blonde duo’s heads snapped to look down at the girl.

“Do?”

”Fillette Fleur, did you have a hand in this masterpiece?”

“Oh yeah, I help Mimi and my Unties with lots of their pieces. I help Mimi with the doodles and coloring sometimes, but I help my Unties with details like beading and embroidering LOTS!” She stretched out her arms to add emphasis. “My Untie Jojo says they are getting old and I need to practice so I can be a designer too!”

“Untie? Do you mean your aunts?”

“Yeah! My Mimi started her store with her sisters! Mimi is the designer and Untie Jojo and Untie Cece help her make the designs real. Mimi says they’re a triple threat!”

“How touching! A true family affair! My heart is set ablaze by their conviction!”

And just like that they spent the rest of the period talking fashion, makeup, and beauty. As the period ended Shani decided to stay with the Pomfiore, wanting to show Vil her doodles of dresses. Giving an upset Floyd a big hug, she gifted him was a picture. He was looking forward to showing off the drawing clearly labeled with Floyd, Azul, and Not Floyd. He was the biggest figure and Shani had added a lovely cape and crown to his design.

For the final class of the day Shani returned to Crewel’s class for lessons on Alchemy. Upon arriving Vil pulled the professor aside and seemed to be having a deep discussion as they looked over the magazine. Rook was currently distracting Shani with a conversation on her family and language. Our eccentric huntsman was curious to hear that her Pépère's country of origin spoke the language of beauté and how he fell for her uniquely wild Mimi. Shani, of course, was more than pleased to ramble about the outstanding people in her family.

When the class started Crewel handed our little artist a set of colors and papers, close to his own design tools. To distract her he set a challenge of designing her own school uniform with her unique flare. Shani took to the challenge immediately, by the time the class ended she had a variety of designs littering her desk, some even falling to the floor, clearly discarded. Crewel could see some of himself in the girl as she focused in on a design, clearly frustrated that it was missing that certain something! She had designs with different jackets, skirts, shorts, pants. She had different details on embroidery and the gold trim that lined the jackets and pants. Each one was unique and had a clear style, but she didn’t seem wholly pleased with any.

“Pup, it is the end of the day, gather your things so we can meet with the housewardens and staff.”

”But I don’t have my perfect design yet! It’s just missing something!” Shani whined, clearly upset that she hadn’t completed the task.

“Well Sweet Potato, which is your favorite design so far? What do you feel is missing?” Vil asked, helping her gather her papers. Shani seemed to light up as he quickly grabbed two papers, happily showing them off. The trio walked off, discussing the designs what was missing, what could be changed, etc. Rook was more than happy to trail them, enjoying listening to the discussion.

When the other housewardens and staff arrived at the meeting room they were gifted to see the trio standing around the table happily completing the design and excitedly adding small details and ideas for variations. Ah, to be a fashionista. Upon seeing that the others had arrived the trio broke up. Crewel picked up Shani and her drawings as Vil took a seat along with all the other dorm heads (and Rook stepped up behind his queen).

“As you all know Shani and another student arrived at our orientation. Our headmage, who seems to have skipped this meeting,” Crewel growled, noticing a certain bird was not in attendance. “Was able to find out that they are not from Twisted Wonderland at all.” This broke a murmur between the students. “He has also made the wise decision to house them both in the Ramshackle dorm out by the botanical garden.” Another wave of murmurs entered the room.

Trein cleared his voice, gathering the boys’ attention.

“We’ve agreed that the little one and Yuu, the other student, should be housed together as they come from the same world and having some familiarity may bring them some comfort. However, the dorm is currently not in any condition to house the two.”

“That’s why you baby mages will be helping house our little racer and the magicless student until we can get the dorm livable this weekend!” Vargas loudly stated.

“Each dorm will take a day to house them, and you will treat them well,” Crewel emphasized, looking around the room.

“We’ve come up with a schedule for housing,” Trein handed out papers to the teens. “The little one is to be with a Housewarden or Vice at all times. If anything comes up you may bring her to a member of staff, but she is to be your house’s responsibility for the entire day.” He sent a look to certain individuals.

“Oh dear, I hope I’m not interrupting,” a familiar voice came from the door.

“Lily!” Shani cheered, jumping out of Crewel’s arms and rushing to give the bat a hug.

“My, my little one, hello to you too,” he cooed, picking her up and approaching the table. “Sorry that I’m late, Diasomnia didn’t get the notice of meeting until classes had already ended and by then Malleus had wandered off.”

“Ah, Mister Vanrouge, thank you for showing up. It would have been best if Mister Draconia was here, but you can inform him.” Trein said, handing Lilia the sheet over Shani’s housing.

“Oi, teach why am I the first to look after the brat?” Leona rudely asked. Silence took over the room as the students looked more closely at the sheet.

“I’m surprised Leona, you would think you’re scared of the Sweet Potato,” Vil taunted. “If you are afraid you aren’t up for the task, Pomfiore would be glad to house our guests for two nights.”

”Oya, if that’s the case, Malleus would be more than willing to keep the little Princess,” Lilia jested, booping Shani on the nose. Leona seemed to only get more and more irritated as most of the other housewardens joined in on offering to take the duo in for a second night.

“Enough!” Leona growled, standing from his seat. “I’ll take the dang brat,” he huffed, snatching her from Lilia and walking off with her under his arm like a sack. Shani just burst into giggles as she was carried off, waving goodbye to the remaining group.

Had to cut this short cause it was getting so long! Hope y’all enjoyed. Feel free to message/ask me about any questions or scenarios ya got for Shani’s adventures.

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