#housemate’s snake got out

[freakova]

About to go to bed but found a snake in my room

[heavenfelll]

I got so much yardwork done (thank you benimaru for getting me all worked up lolol) and I realized while pulling weeding and trimming bushes that the one headcanon I have for almost all my fos is that they too enjoy gardening and plants and whatnot. Idk why but it's a reoccurring theme with all my fos lol

[theostrophywife]

focus on me.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader request: I NEED MATHEO OR THEODORE X FEM READER AND SHE JUST LOVES HIS HANDS AND ARM VIENS AND SHE WALKS INTO HIS DORM AND IS GOBSMAKED TO SEE HIS ABS AND SHE WANTS TO RIDE THEM AND SHES JUST SO OBSESSED AND THINKS HES THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE PLANET- AND SHE FOLDS LIKE A PRETZEL WHEN HE GIVES HER THOSE EYES- JESUS IM A CATHOLIC BUT THEO AND MATTHEO COULD BE MY NEW RELIGION- author's note: big thanks to @writingsbychlo for listening to me rant about this man in her inbox. posting this now so she can wake up to her mans. the way that i would fold for mattheo so fast (theo look away). anyways, enjoy this purely smutty fic 😮‍💨

You were supposed to be studying. 

When you came into his dorm, you specifically told Mattheo not to interrupt you under any circumstances. Usually, you preferred the library but some prat had accidentally set off a dung bomb, which meant closure until further notice. 

You tried studying in your dorm, but your fellow housemates decided that there was no better time to throw a back to school bash in the common room than the night before your Ancient Runes exam. Harry and Ron, who shared the same class, appeared completely unbothered as they chugged firewhisky straight from the bottle. 

Your roommate Hermione was long gone. Probably holed up somewhere in the dungeons with Draco. You followed your friend’s cue and snuck into your boyfriend’s dorm, narrowly avoiding Filch. It never seemed fair that the Slytherins got individual rooms, but tonight you had never been more thankful for it. 

Mattheo had set up a whole battle station for you on his desk. There were fresh ink pots, newly sharpened quills, and blank parchment waiting for you when you arrived. After kissing your sweet and considerate boyfriend, you went straight to work. 

By the time midnight struck, the parchment was filled with glowing runes, making your ink stained hands cramp from drawing out the symbols over and over again. To Mattheo’s credit, he kept to himself and read quietly on his bed while you studied. 

You were so engrossed in the material that you barely registered him kissing you on the cheek before leaving to take a shower. That little mistake cost you because as soon as he walked back into his dorm with nothing but a towel on, you nearly spilled fresh ink all over yourself. 

Water trickled down Mattheo’s chest, the little droplets snaking through his perfectly chiseled abs only to disappear beyond his v lines, which pointed like an arrow to what you knew was hiding underneath that towel. 

The fabric hung dangerously low on his hips as he walked over to his dresser to pick out something to wear. You watched with rapt attention as he braced himself against the wood, those delicious, juicy veins protruding from his forearms and nearly making you dizzy with desire. 

Finally, Mattheo turned. The silence had caught his attention and he smirked when he saw you ogling him. 

“See something you like, pretty girl?”

You flushed. “Just got a little distracted.”

Mattheo’s grin grew. He sauntered over to you, leaning over so that he had you caged against the desk. 

“Oh?” he asked, his voice low and husky and absolutely fucking sexy. “Maybe it’s time for a break then. You’ve been such a good girl studying so hard all night. I think you deserve a reward, my love.” 

Your breath hitched as Mattheo’s lips grazed yours. He tilted your chin up, giving you a perfect view of those brown eyes. Then he gave you the look and you knew you were done for. 

It was a look that said he wanted to devour every inch of you until you couldn’t even recall your own name. You gave in. Of course you gave in. How could you not?

“Maybe for a second…”

Mattheo took the opening. One arm snaked around your waist, bringing you up with him as he pressed you against the desk. His other arm crept up your back until he reached the nape of your neck, fisting your hair through his fingers as he kissed you roughly. 

“Do you even know how fucking sexy you are, princess? My smart schoolgirl in her tiny little skirt.” 

Mattheo carefully moved your studying materials aside before picking you up and setting you down on the table. He gripped the top of your thighs and brought you to the edge while sliding his tongue against yours. You whimpered as he grinded against you, showing you exactly how hard he was underneath the towel.

“Been thinking about bending you over this table all night,” Mattheo whispered in your ear. His hand climbed higher up your thigh and you felt your body instantly respond to his touch. “Bet you’re soaking wet for me already, aren’t you angel?”

You moaned as he toyed with the waistband of your panties. “Matty, please.” 

Your boyfriend smiled at your nickname for him, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you. “What is it that you want, darling?”

“Touch me. Please.” 

Mattheo smirked as he tugged your panties off. His lust filled gaze drank you in as he dragged two fingers through your slick folds. 

“Fuck. You’re so wet. Is this all for me, princess?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, nipping at his neck. “It’s not fair. You play dirty, Matty. You can’t just walk in here with nothing but a towel on.” 

“Why not, angel?”

You sighed, tracing the hard planes of his chest. His muscles flexed under your fingertips as you gently raked your nails against his six pack. “Because you’re sexy and I can’t help myself.” 

Mattheo chuckled darkly, plunging two fingers in your pussy. You bucked against his hand, watching in stunned silence as he withdrew it only to stick his middle and pointer finger into his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tasted you on him. 

“This is exactly what I mean,” you whined. “For Godric’s fucking sake, how am I supposed to concentrate after that?”

“Maybe we can compromise, angel.” He shuffled through your parchments and stuck one to the wall. “I’m going to trace the runes inside of you and if you get them all right, then I’ll give you your reward.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded. Mattheo grinned before giving you a quick peck. “Pay attention, sweetheart.” 

His fingers dipped through your folds once more and you gripped his arm, fighting the moan from escaping your lips. Mattheo curled his fingers inside of you, drawing a familiar shape. 

“Urus,” you said in a breathy voice. “It means strength.”

“That’s right, angel.” He shifted as you ran your hands down his arms. You could feel his veins throbbing underneath your palm as he fingered you. “Don’t get distracted now. I know how much you love my hands. I promise they’ll be wrapped around your throat by the end of the night if you get all these right. Now focus.”

You nodded, eyes fluttering close as he traced another rune. “Algiz,” you answered. “For protection.” 

“Hot and smart,” Mattheo announced proudly. “How’d I get so lucky?”

His lips grazed yours and you willingly parted for him, fluttering around his fingers as his tongue slid into your mouth. He pumped his digits inside of you, teasing and taunting. 

“Let’s try something harder, princess.” 

Mattheo’s skillful fingers prodded against your walls, sketching a complicated shape. You closed your eyes and focused. It was a tricky one, but you remembered the cris cross pattern. 

“Inguz,” you said decidedly. “Fertility.” 

“That’s right,” Mattheo said with a smile. “You're doing so well, sweetheart. One more and you can have anything you want.” 

“Anything?” you asked with a small smile.

“Whatever that devious little mind of yours desires, my love.” 

“Okay,” you replied. “I’m ready, then.”

Your boyfriend nodded, staring right into your eyes as he marked the last and final rune. It was an effort not to get lost in those warm, brown eyes. But you steeled yourself, determined to claim your prize.

“Rerth. For luck.”

“Good girl,” Mattheo said with a smirk. “Fitting since you’re getting lucky tonight, angel. Where should we start?” 

You bit your lip, cocking your head at him. It was nearly an impossible choice. You wanted to kiss him. Bite him. Lick him. All of the above and more. 

But there was one thing that stood out from all the other deliciously sinful choices. You pressed your palm against his abs and grinned. 

“I want to ride your abs.”

Mattheo’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected it, but fuck he was so down. He would’ve given you anything with the way you were looking at him right now. 

“You never fail to surprise me,” he said fondly. “Well come on then, let’s make your filthy little fantasy a reality.” 

In one smooth move, he lifted you off the table and deposited you on top of his bed. Mattheo reclined against the headboard and watched with hungry eyes as you straddled his stomach. He smiled as you slipped the tie off your neck and looped it around him. 

It was a simple move, but so fucking sexy and possessive at the same time. You were claiming him. Mattheo was yours and you were his. You belonged to one another—mind, body, and soul. 

Mattheo trailed kisses down your neck and throat, leaving marks on your skin as his deft fingers made quick work of the first few buttons on your blouse. He leaned back and admired his work, his hands gripping your hips while you grinded your soaking wet sex against his muscles. 

He didn’t think it would feel this good. There was something about you using his body to get yourself off that fucking turned him on like no other. Mattheo lifted your skirt up, fisting the fabric in his hands and watching as you coated him with your arousal. 

The little whimpers you were making sounded like music to his ears. “My good little slut,” he said, squeezing your tits as you rode him with reckless abandon. “You’re so fucking filthy, baby. Using me to get yourself off. I’m just your fuck toy aren’t I princess?”

“So good,” you murmured. “You feel so good, Matty.”

The desperation in your voice set him off. He gripped your hips hard enough to bruise and bucked forward, smirking in satisfaction when you moaned. The ridges of his abs rubbed against your clit, providing the perfect amount of pressure to the sensitive area. 

“Keep riding me,” he said in a low, rough voice. “Just like that, angel. Such a good girl for me.”

You closed your eyes, lost to the waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Mattheo gripped your chin, his voice rough around the edges as he spoke. “Open your eyes, darling. I want to watch you cum.”

His rich brown eyes pinned you in place, drinking in every detail. That sexy smirk curved against his lips as he hooked his arms behind his head, admiring the view of his girl riding him. 

“Look at you, baby. You’re making such a fucking mess. Such an innocent face, but you turn into a filthy whore when you’re with me.” 

“Only for you, Mattheo.” 

“Damn fucking right,” he said, sliding his hands under your skirt to rub at your clit. 

You bucked against him, riding out the high. Heat exploded in your core and seeped into your veins. Mattheo kissed you roughly, staking his claim on you as he devoured your moans. 

“That’s it, princess. Cum for me, pretty girl.”

The orgasm felt like a lightning strike. It hit you all at once, making your walls spasm as you came all over Mattheo’s abs. He cursed when he felt you soaking him through, utterly turned on by the mess that you’ve made. Mattheo had never been harder in his life. 

Your boyfriend peppered kisses on your face, pulling you taut to him as you came down from the high. Mattheo brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, tilting your chin up so he could press his lips against yours. He groaned and held your hips down, grinding his boner against your ass. 

“I’m not done making you cum, princess. You’ve got one more in you, don’t you angel?” 

As sensitive as you were, your pussy throbbed at his words. When it came to Mattheo, you could never really get enough. 

“I thought I only got one reward. You’re spoiling me, Matty.” 

“There’s no question about it. You’re my spoiled rotten little princess. But this reward isn’t for you, it’s for me.” He smacked your ass, gesturing for you to get up. “Now come on, angel. I was serious about that desk.” 

He smirked as he walked you back to his desk, his hands disappearing underneath your skirt as he massaged your ass. Mattheo kissed you roughly before he flipped you over, bending you on the desk so you were face down and ass up. He flipped your skirt up, hissing when he found you soaking wet again.

“You just can’t help yourself can you, princess?” He pumped himself in his hand before sliding the tip of his cock along your folds. “Gods, you’re fucking wet. Are you ready, baby?” 

You whimpered, rocking your hips against him for more friction. Mattheo held you in place, fisting your hair in his hands. 

“Use your words, darling. I want to hear you beg like the good little slut that you are.” 

“Please, Matty,” you whined. “I need you so badly that it hurts.” 

He kissed the base of your spine, grinning as he eased his length inside of you. Still sensitive from your last orgasm, you gripped the edges of the table as Mattheo buried his cock within your walls. Your legs felt like they were going to give out any minute, but he kept you upright, cursing when he felt how wet and tight you were. 

“Fuck,” he grunted as he thrust into you slowly. Mattheo gripped you from behind, picking up the pace. Your pussy clenched around him like a vice. “Gods, pussy’s so good baby. You’re doing so well. Taking all of me like my perfect little whore.” 

Mattheo fucking adored the way you blushed at his filthy words. He leaned over, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss as he fucked you into the table. He thought he was going to pass the fuck out when you grinded back into him, meeting his movements to take more and more of him. Mattheo leaned over and shielded your head from the wall, making sure you were protected as the table shook underneath you. 

The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your breathy little moans was enough to send him over the edge, but he wanted to make good on his promise. Mattheo always put his girl first. The boys were right. He might be just a little bit pussy whipped. 

Even without the sex, you could’ve asked Mattheo to kill for you and he would’ve done so without question. 

“I fucking love you, darling. I’d kill for you. I’d die for you,” he said, every word laced with conviction. “Forever and always.” 

“I love you too, Matty. Forever and always.” 

He kissed your cheek, the action surprisingly soft compared to how rough the sex was. You felt like you could’ve melted onto the floor. 

“Cum with me, my love.” 

Mattheo wrapped his arms around you as that familiar heat spread burned in your core. He held you as the orgasm rocked through your body, sharing in the euphoric high while the two of you finished together. His grip around you only tightened, hugging you from behind while he slowly pulled out. You were barely keeping upright as it was, your legs threatening to give out under you. 

Without a word, your boyfriend scooped you into his arms and brought you back to bed. He cradled you against him, whispering praises and encouragement while stroking your hair. 

“You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you for remembering all those runes. You’re gonna ace your exam tomorrow.” 

“You really think so, Matty?” You snuggled against him, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Mattheo stroked your back and placed a kiss on your temple. 

“I know so, darling. You have no idea how proud I am for having such a smart girlfriend. I love bragging about you to our friends.” 

You flushed. “Well, I couldn’t have done it all on my own. I had some help from my smart, sweet, and sexy study partner.

Mattheo grinned and kissed you gently. “Glad to be of service, my love.” 

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

Yan!Severus Snape vs Yan!Sirius Black w/Slytherin!Reader (platonic/romantic)

(Based off this concept)

Part 1: Severus Snape

There wasn’t a single soul that Severus truly cared for other than Lily and he couldn’t fathom anyone even coming close to her in his mind. But he had a change of heart when you came into his life.

In the beginning you had just been another face in the crowd at Hogwarts, but you were in the same house as him, he knew that much. Other than that he didn’t give you much mind, he was too caught up with Lily after all. It hadn’t been till after his fallout with her that he genuinely remembers any interaction with you. It had been during one of the many times James and his idiotic friends had seeked him out and made a fool out of him that he remembers truly noticing you.

You had come to his defense, or rather his rescue really but he’d never admit it even to this day. You threw a few jinxes their way and had them running for the hills, he couldn’t remember ever laughing as much as he had when remembering that moment, if ever. Not only did you humiliate them like they had done to him countless times but the things you said about them after they ran off were just too good to forget.

Of course he had waited until he was all alone before allowing himself a fit of laughter and a small half smile at the events that he’d witnessed. You didn’t look like much, he’d be honest, but you really gave James and Sirius especially a good jinxing. Since that day, Severus had made much more of an effort to pay attention to you.

After everything, you hadn’t mentioned anything from that day. You hadn’t even really interacted with Severus again. He was grateful of that but a small part of him wished or rather hoped that you would have talked to him, even just a measly ‘hello’. But it was for the best, at least that’s what he told himself at first.

Eventually, Severus had started unconsciously scouring the common room for you, it if wasn’t the common room then it was the sea of students making their ways through the halls. It went on a while before he actually caught himself doing it. By the time he had, Severus had already taken to walking closer to you when going to classes or even sitting nearer to you in the dining hall. He never strayed too close for comfort or for you to notice but close enough for him. The more he did it and the longer he got away with it, the bolder he got. Soon enough it became routine following you around, whether it was the library or quidditch practice, Severus was always around wherever you were. It was pretty easy given being part of the same house. It would have been even easier if you two were in the same dorm as well but he didn’t mind just waiting for you in the common room.

He’s completely thrown for a loop when one day you confront him about his behavior. He was under the impression that he had been very subtle in his endeavors, that was his mistake. You deserved much more credit then he first thought, you were a fellow snake after all. Severus did have every intention of talking to you eventually but he wanted to get a feel for who you were before he did invest himself fully into being more than mere housemates or even acquaintances. He wanted to know what you were all about, what he would be getting himself into before taking the plunge. That was reasonable, wasn’t it? He can’t really put his finger on the exact reason why he was acting the way he was. He had only recently caught himself doing it at all but he supposed there had to have been an answer, he just didn’t know what it was yet.

Honestly, Severus would be completely taken aback once he’s realized what he’s been doing all this time, finally settling in exactly how long he’s been sticking just a little too close to you. Why was he acting like this? This certainly wasn’t the norm for him, at least not regarding someone who wasn’t Lily. Was that it? Was he just using you as a replacement for Lily? Or was it something more than that? Did he genuinely want a, dare he say, friendship with you? Was he really willing to open himself up to someone else like that? Well, it had to be something like that otherwise why would he bother doing everything that he was. Even if it was ‘unconsciously’.

From then, Severus and you had become more openly acquainted with one another. He wasn’t quite ready to call you a friend yet, hell he probably never would, at least not vocally and out in the open. But in his mind that’s exactly what you were. You were his friend, a real friend. You weren’t like the other Slytherins, your interactions weren’t based off appearances, status, or anything of that sort. It was easy for him to be around you, unlike everyone else. He didn’t have to pretend or put in any unnecessary effort, something he was quite appreciative of. You didn’t ask anything of him, you didn’t expect anything of him and it was nice.

He wasn’t exactly the talkative type early on and even later he still wasn’t but he talked more in your company than he ever did with anyone else and that was definitely saying something. Even with Lily. And he could speak about whatever when he was with you, even if you didn’t necessarily agree with him, but you didn’t have to and that’s one of the biggest things he found himself enjoying in your friendship acquaintanceship. Neither of you had to agree with the other to be friends, you didn’t have to exactly be on the same page to still be around one another.

After getting to be around you more openly, Severus had truly grown accustomed to it. It became more of a discomfort and oddity for him not to be near your side on the rare occasions he wasn’t. And he despised it. It made him feel vulnerable and left out in the open. But he could tolerate it, for a time. But the second he was able to reclaim his place near you again he was back to feeling content. It hadn’t really been made apparent to him just how much he detested other people around you; talking to you, having your attention on them. Even if they were merely standing or sitting near you without so much as taking up any of your time or energy. He didn’t know why, he didn’t even really know how long that had become an issue in the first place but it very much so was and now he was well aware of it.

Severus especially had a hard time when it came to students from other houses taking up your time and attention. He could be tolerable towards his fellow Slytherins (to an extent) but when it came to anyone, especially the Gryffindors, something deep inside him would make itself known. Particularly regarding a certain few, especially a certain pureblood mutt.

Severus couldn’t believe how long it had taken him to pick up on it but it was right there in front of him. It seemed as though that fateful day you had defended him and garnered his attention, you also piqued the attention of someone else. Someone much more annoying and infuriatingly stubborn.

[beautyyandthebeatt]

pls its so rare to see good loona wlw smut😭😭can i pretty please request anything w mean dom gp heejin?? i bet she'd be huge🫣

Forgive me for my absence and awful response time, I had to drop most things as I was experiencing the beginning - and later diagnosis of an incurable illness lmao 😭 Hope you like this, though ! (if you see this)

dom!heejin, dubcon, brief degradation, overstim (not in the fun way 😕)

Heejin and you had become housemates at the beginning of the year. Though it had felt like a millennium to you, she had - and continues to annoy you to no end. She was always loud, so incredibly loud; by the way she blared her music whenever she decided that her room had fallen too quiet; the way she shouted over her mic to her equally as loud friends while she played video games until late at night; the way she’ll bring any girl she was able to wrangle into bed that night back to your very un-soundproof apartment- wrecking the poor soul right against her paper-thin walls, forcing you out to stay with a friend. She was insufferable, you thought, no redeeming qualities besides that pretty face. Though, you’d never admit that part out loud.

Despite your very apparent sourness towards her, she had always had a sort of affinity towards you. Bent over the couch, her hands placed by your shoulders, craning her neck down to see what you were reading(despite having no real interest in books); offering her sweater to you if she had noticed you become cold; always wanting to sit with you and making attempts at conversation around the house. It was almost puppy-like, which you found odd in contrast to the sleaziness of her other behaviours. —

It was morning and you had awoken to soft drops of rain lapping at your window. The pittering followed you into the kitchen after you heard the girl Heejin had last night exit her room and leave out of the front door. You heard Heejin enter behind you. “That’s your latest girl gone, then?” you mutter your attention fixed on the coffee you were beginning to prepare. She presses herself up against your back “Yeah, she just left.. why? You jealous?” you could hear her smile. “Oh, please” you scoff, you see your eyes narrowing in the reflection of the glass kettle, as does she. Her arms snake around your waist. “I’m glad it finally dawned on you.” that smile comes to nest near your neck, you can see her clouded in the seething water of the kettle. You go to turn yourself and storm away from her only to find her unmoving, caging you between hip and arms. “You’ve got to lose that attitude, y/n.” her free hand grips your jaw, short nails searing marks into your cheeks. “Heejin-” her grip tightens, eliciting a whine from you. Shame burns across your cheeks, your face hot under her grasp. “Quiet.”

You wanted to push her away - you could’ve - but you didn’t. Despite your better judgement you stilled - wilfully laid limp for her. Her grip shifts to your hips, turning you back around and bending you over the counter, forcing your head down onto its surface, the coolness of the laminate blooming across your burning cheek. Being in such a position makes you unable to turn around to see her hitch your skirt, lazily throwing the garment over your waist before taking to your panties. Her index and middle fingers slip underneath the fabric and her thigh keeps your legs pried open. She pushes her fingers inside musing cruelly at the slick that coats her fingers, mocking you for how ‘pliable’ you’re being for her.

Your voice catches in your throat as you feel the blunt head of her cock force itself into the place her fingers had just left. Your fists clench, crescent moons burn into the palms of your hands, trying desperately in some way to ease the pain from being split open by her. Feeling the tip of her cock finally fit inside she wastes no time ramming the rest of her length into you, paying no mind to the pained whines and moans that quickly follow. Cruel remarks soon devolve into pleasured sighs that slip from fully parted lips. It’s not as though you could understand another word of what she spat at you, you can't make sense of words anymore, too lost in the ragged drag of her cock. Heejin’s thrusts become more desperate, her grip tightens and roams to get a better hold of you. Her fingers pass through your lips - ring and middle forced down your throat, craning your head back to an almost 90 degree angle, making the tendons of your neck burn. More tears stain your already drool slick face. You sputter around her, drooling pathetically between choked moans as you feel her teeth graze your nape, “hm ? You like that ?” Heat twists in your core.  “Fucking whore.” Her hips stutter, rutting her growingly sensitive cock up against your cervix. You feel her tense inside of you, panting and groaning as she unloads every drop of frustration she held towards you deep into your cunt, pleased at finally, in her mind, winning you over. You quickly follow suit, dragged to climax, almost too numb to even tell.

You couldn't recall much of what happened after besides hearing her fixing her jeans back up around her waist before leaving you there, clinging to the counter-top, knees buckled, her cum spilling from your ruined cunt.

[lnfours]

That lando one was so cute!! I already need part 2 to see what max thinks when he finds out 😂

thank u nonnie!! 🥺 since u asked, here’s part 2 🥰

part 1 | ask me things abt lando 💌

“when max finds out what?” max’s voiced echoed down the hall, joining his two other housemates. niran’s eyes widened as he immediately shut the door, the two boys growing nervous as max approached.

“nothing.” ethan said with a fake smile.

obviously, max wasn’t stupid. he knew something was going on in your room, he just didn’t know what.

“mate, move out of the way,” max said and niran shook his head.

“you don’t want to know, mate, trust me.”

“no, i do wanna know,” he said, “what aren’t you telling me?”

“hey,” ria smiled, walking into the hallway, “have you guys seen lando? he’s got a package at the door.”

nirans eyes grew wide at the girl as ethan waved his hand in front of his throat. she looked at the two boys confused. max turned to face his two friends, ethan immediately stopping his actions and niran giving him a fake smile.

“no…” max trailed off, “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now.”

“no idea what you’re talking about.”

“move the fuck out of the way, niran.”

all the carrying on outside of your room woke you up, hearing your brother outside your bedroom door. you sat up, immediately shaking the sleeping lando next to you.

he hummed tiredly, “what?”

“you’ve got to get out of here!” you said.

“in a minute,” he replied, throwing his arm over his face. you huffed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“we don’t have a minute!”

“niran if you don’t fucking move from the door mate, i swear to god.” your brothers voice is what made lando’s eyes pop open. he looked at you with wide eyes. he sprung out of the bed the same time you did.

“what do we do?”

“i don’t know,” you mumbled, biting down on your lip, “closet?”

he opened the door and looked inside, “who needs this many clothes, y/n?”

“you’re really going to ask that before my brother kills you?” you asked, helping him move some of the hangers out of his way. he smirked at you playfully.

“please, i could easily beat him in a fight.”

you rolled your eyes, fighting back a laugh, “would you shut up!”

he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, you shutting the door to your closet before quickly getting back into the bed and pretending to be on your phone. the door opened and you looked at your brother, sending him a questioning glance.

“good morning to you too?”

he looked around the room and you spotted a confused niran, ethan and ria in the doorway behind him.

“have you seen lando?”

you shook your head, “no, why?”

however, he didn’t believe you. he walked further into your room, checking behind the curtains, under the bed, and when he neared the closet your heart sank.

“max,” you said, “what’re you doing?”

“bro, he’s not in here,” niran said, “he’s probably training or something.”

“it’s sunday, he doesn’t train on sundays.” max mumbled. ethan looked at you with a questioning glance and you sent him a look silently telling him you’d explain later.

your heart sank when your brother opened the door to the closet, but you immediately held back a laugh when you heard lando’s voice, “‘sup mate? howre you doing?”

ria’s jaw dropped, looking over at you. she scooted closer, whispering over to you, “since when?!”

“i don’t know a few weeks ago?” you said before your eyes went back to where max was dragging lando out of the closet by the neck of his hoodie. you, niran and ethan all stepped in, you pushing your brother to one side of the room.

“you fucking snake!”

“max,” you started.

“no,” he said, “he made a promise. a long time ago. it’s good to see that doesn’t mean a thing to you.”

you looked back at your brother, “max, it’s not a big deal.”

“oh, trust isn’t a big deal to you?”

“that’s not what im saying-“

“well, that’s what it sounds like,” he said, “and of all people, you choose my best friend?”

“what do you want from me, max?” you yelled back now, “were you too caught up in your own life to realize i’ve been out of my mind in love with him since i was eight?!”

max didn’t know what to say, but he let you continue, “i know you have this stupid rule with everyone but i’m the only one who has a say in who i date. me. not you,”

you backed up, standing next to lando as he smiled softly down at you, “and i chose lando.”

your brother’s face softened as lando met your gaze, pulling you closer into his side. he saw the way he looked at you and it was a look he had never seen his best friend have with any other girl. and the same went for you. you were glowing, a true and genuine smile on your face.

and who was he to get in the way of two people’s happiness?

lando looked over at his best friend, “i know i should’ve told you how i felt instead of going behind your back, that was fucked up of me to do. but, please trust me when i’m telling you that y/n is so special to me, id never do anything to hurt her.”

max swallowed thickly, nodding his head, “i know.”

lando sent his best friend a soft smile, extending his hand out to him, “if i hurt her you have permission to wreck my shit.”

max snorted before shaking his hand, “as if i wasn’t going to do it anyway,” you smiled softly at the two, thankful it didn’t turn into a blood brawl like you had imagined it would.

“treat her like a fucking queen or so help me god, norris.”

lando smiled down at you, “i don’t think we have to worry about that.”

“and don’t do that in front of me,” max said, nose scrunching up as he walked away, “be cute and shit, fucking gross.”

“a little heads up would’ve been great, mate!” lando sarcastically said to niran and ethan.

“we had it under control until ria waltzed in and asked where you were!”

“it’s not my fault you two don’t know how to give signals better!” the three argued as they walked out of the room, shutting the door behind them. you stepped in front of him with a smile.

“that went better than we had imagined, right?”

he nodded, pretending to check over his body, “i mean, i’ve still got all my limbs attached so, yeah.”

you laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. he snaked his around your waist, forehead meeting yours as his nose brushed against your cheek.

“so,” he smiled, “‘out of your mind in love’ huh?”

“shut up.” you mumbled, letting him lean down and kiss you.

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Hi, hello, are you taking writing requests? 🥺 do you think you could write something with Haru? I don't really have anything in mind, so it can be whatever you feel like, fluff, yandere or smut (as long as it doesnt have a sad ending lol) (｡>﹏<｡) I'm desperate for some Haru stuff and I love your writing so much!!!

Be careful with snakes!

Haru had the nicest dream/hallucination after being bitten by a snake.

Wc: 1,9k

Notes: I wanted to follow the future family idea we had going on but it didn't end up being as much of a future as it was his inner wishes. But it's cute! Haru just wants a calm and domestic life here.

This took longer than I expected... ndjdj

Chillingly cold winds awaken Haru roughly, seeping through the white cotton button down and hitting his pale skin causing goosebumps. Opening his eyes just enough to see sunlight above him almost completely obscured by the leafy treetops, he comes with the most likely possibility.

“Did I pass out again?” Haru scratches the nape of his neck, he was using his stigma pretty frequently lately and he might have skipped dinner and breakfast before using it today but it was unlikely that he passed out just because he was low on glucose, he has used it in worse condition and came out pretty alive!

Even then, he guesses it's better to cut possible losses short, drag himself to the dorm and do some damage control with the anomalies because it's very unlikely that Towa or Ren suddenly got the calling to help around for once.

Looking around, what does feel unsettling even if just a second is how different the forest area looks compared to the last time he scouted the area. The terrain uncharacteristically steep compared to the usually plain jabberwock and the weirdly vast amount of fir and spruce when most of the trees were oak or anomalous species. 

Regardless, he brushes off whatever worry he could conceive. It isn't abnormal for Jabberwock to experiment sudden changes to account for new anomalies entering and leaving it, that could easily explain the trees and plants and the geography, while harder to change, it's still possible.

What was more concerning was his overall disorientation, if he could get to his dorm that would be great, did he walk towards or against the sun? He doesn't even remember how he managed to get himself here.

While looking down at the dry and rocky dirt trying to find footsteps a familiar voice presents itself as a better clue.

“Hey, stop it, be nice” the familiar childish reproach that you would tell to the miniature rams when they fought for territory, even when he explained they were totally grown and it was normal for them to fight, reaches his ears and he lets out a sigh in relief, he could at least trust in you to take care of some anomalies even if just for a little while.

As much as he loves his housemates he can't lie and say they are good at anomalously animals husbandry, Towa is quite a ditz and forgets feeding times and what each anomaly can eat -and tends to electrocute them but he doesn't know that- and Ren refuses to work around aquatic areas and if forced to he will audibly whine while doing it.

Still, knowing that you didn't have any real powers to protect yourself if any of the anomalies got rowdy, he decides to slide down the face of the mountain to where your voice is, maybe you will be able to guide him back to the dorm or explain to him what was happening. Sadly, he has to slide normally down the vertiginous terrain without using bahnti, it wouldn't be helpful to black out again and the heaviness settled in his head didn't give him a positive outlook. 

Angling down his foot just right and working along gravity, Haru starts surfing down a wave of dirt and rocks while dodging the branches and stumps on the way down the slope and soon enough reaches the foot of the mountain with slightly dirty clothes.

At the foot there is a small area blending the sharp and angular mountain range and a somewhat plain surface spotting a cozy cabin. Around it there was a grown up Peekaboo and a log thrown in the dirt, where you were seated holding a white fluff. 

That was Peekaboo! How did he not notice he wasn't in his baby carrier?! His hand lingers on his abdomen but he doesn't feel the fabric of the carrier, it must have fallen off and you found his little one.

“Natsu, you can't hurry how fast Pukaboo eats, he will get a tummy ache otherwise” you tell calmly but firmly to someone behind you. As Haru walks closer he sees a redheaded kid no older than 4 hanging from the same arm holding the bottle.

After walking a few meters away from the thickest part of the forest he seems to have caught your attention finally, if the way your head snapped up is anything to go by. With a smile on your lips you usher the kid away.

“There is your papa, why don't you help him feed peekaboo” and in 2  seconds a kid smashes face first against his abdomen and pulls him towards the big white fluff. As it unrolls from the furry sphere, it seems to perk up when it sees him, nudging its head against his leg. As he went to pet it the child pulled his hand back.

“Don’t pet him, papa, Peekaboo ate my chia pet! I hate him now” at the harsh words the creature whimpers, offended. His Peekaboo does make a habit of eating wild plants whenever Haru isn't monitoring his playtime but this is obviously a grown up of the same species, not a little baby.

“Peekaboo? But this little dude is huge! Peekaboo is small enough to carry” he laughs while scratching his neck. 

“Hm? Silly papa, Pukaboo is the tiny one, Peekaboo always was biggg” and almost to make a point the child extends his arms wide on the last word. The grown Peekaboo, supposedly his Peekaboo, keeps looking at him expectantly and tilts his fluffy head in just the same angle his baby would when begging for treats or scratches.

“Natsu, how do you intend to feed peekaboo without food? Go inside and get your dad the lettuce, it's in the kitchen sink” now finished feeding what Haru thought was his peekaboo you started walking towards them with the cub in your arms. 

Natsu slides away, a smile splitting his face in two, such a helpful kid, Haru can't help but think that he almost wishes Ren was as eager to help as him.

Watching as the cub is put down next to its father  and how quickly it hurries under his fur to hide from the cold and, without thinking about it, Haru laughs loudly. Even if anomalies weren't pets he himself admitted they were particularly cute when the temperature starts to drop. And they start being less aggressive and bite-y.

“Just like Natsu when he was a baby, don't you think? He would usually fight with Pukaboo to see who snuggled under your arm” in a friendly gesture your elbow him but soon your playful tone turns sober, and your eyes darken with worry “did something happen? You left before breakfast without even leaving a note” 

He stays uncharacteristically quiet, what could he even say? He doesn't even remember why he was out and about in the first place but you seem to have taken his silence as bad news.

“Did the new specimen not adapt well to here?”

“Ah, it's not that!”

With a sigh of relief you giggle “Did the director try to get you to act like a forest ranger for the normal part of the park? He never learns, huh?” linking your arms you start dragging him to the cabin, speaking lightheartedly about what he would like to eat, how you fed the anomalies or how fast Pukaboo and Natsu are growing.

Allowing himself to be dragged inside, into the welcoming warmth emanating from the fireplace and his family, the heavy knots tied inside his muscles relax feeling belonging in the little cozy home.

Hanging by the small foyer, you urge him to take off his muddied mountain boots to not drag dirt inside and he compiles without a word, sliding with his white socks on the hardwood floors.

“Daaaaad, can you help me open this?” the little redhead approaches him jumping with a little tin can on his hands but you snatch it.

“You can't eat sweets before lunch”

“But dad always eats gummies before leaving” 

“Those are collagen gummies for his joints, not sweet ones” The kid pouts and runs off to his room, in response you only roll your eyes and return the treat to the kitchen cabinets “you need to eat something. There is toast, some cereal…”

“Cereal is good” it isn't often that he gets hounded to take care of himself, Elias would sometimes tell him off for overexerting himself or peel him apples whenever he inevitably ended up in the infirmary, but the fuzzy tingling in his chest at being taken cared of by someone else tickles a part of his brain so nicely. 

Allowing himself to be swayed by the arm pulling him into your arms and down to the sofa, he feels coddled like a sick little child.

A hand rakes his hair while both of you look at the empty wall in front of the sofa until a tiny bit squeaky voice whines.

“Hey! Don't cuddle without me!” your kid's voice whines as he throws himself at his dad's stomach, attempting to burrow between his parents and almost making the bowl slip from Haru's hands.

“Be careful! You are going to make a mess with the milk!” Even as you chastise him you still throw an end of the blanket over his head, encouraging him to burrow further and you yourself lay your head on Haru's, making a sort of cocoon with hugs and blankets.

Your warm breath as you laugh fans against his skin causing goosebumps but he leans against you, cheek resting against your collarbone and his ear just snug enough against your skin to catch the heartbeat lying under it. 

“Haru?” You ask him and he lets out an acknowledging hum but you don't relent “Haru? Haru, Haru?”

With each repetition of his name it almost feels like you are getting further and further away from him. It isn't like he would be able to check, his eyelids suddenly weighted down like concrete. Being unable to open his eyes makes Haru notice how the rest of his body is also too heavy to move even one inch.

A heavy hand grasps his forearm, turning it around to show the inner side and pricks the skin to inject something making him progressively harder to hang onto his consciousness. A string of tiny whispers reaches his ears.

“He still doesn't wake up” 

“If you account for his less than optimal sleep schedule and the hyperpyrexia from the venom it isn't weird he is still out. Why don't you return to class?” 

“Are you sure? I would like to see him wake up before leaving though” 

“Luckily you brought him soon enough but he still needs to rest” 

 The sun is settling down the horizon when Haru wakes up for good, no more fog clouding his mind and his muscles working as he intends. He is able to sit up before a mortkraken student notices he is awake. 

“Oh, good, you are finally up”

“Did something happen?”

“seems like one of the snake like anomalies bit you” her eyes screen a piece of paper Haru guesses is his medical record. He does remember having to feed the tsuchinoko hatchlings, it is likely that one of them grew its fangs and bit his ankle without him noticing.

“Even if you are a ghoul you should take care of yourself, you know”

Without paying her much mind he says but gets brushed off “I had such a weird dream”

“The venom or the fever might have made you hallucinate, was it at least a nice dream?”

"very nice"  

[deathbyoctopi]

Another year, another rec list with some of the best xuexiao I've read these last 12 months!! >w<

And like last year's rec list, this isn't either exhaustive or limited to fics posted in 2023. It's just the things I have found, which I liked, and want to spread the love about ^-^

Here's, in no particular order, my favourite xuexiao (and occasional songxuexiao) fics. Also, take a look down below for other mxtx or danmei pairings!

You're mine by twilightshards. This is a phenomenal oneshot where Xue Yang does not wait patiently to take revenge on Baixue temple, but rather follows the annoying daoshi out of Jinlintai as soon as he gets off the hook. He catches up with them a couple of nights later, only to find Xiao Xingchen in a... compromised position. While moaning Xue Yang's name.

The tamed by @fieri-sentio-et-excrucior. Last year I recommended the wonderful The Prisoner of Jinlintai fic, and now we got a sequel to that!!! Exciting stuff, very exciting... Xiao Xingchen saves Xue Yang from his botched execution and Song Lan is there raging at what he thinks is a psycho taking full advantage of his friend's kindness. Absolutely loved it!

蛇 - shé by shoujorei. A spectacular oviposition fic with blind snake hybrid Xiao Xingchen and enemy-posing-as-housemate Xue Yang, who really didn't know what he was volunteering for when he offered to "help" daozhang with his next heat. An absolute delight!

good lies go bad by istilfearkanna One of the Yi City what-if's I like so much, showing what would happen if Song Lan is successful in killing Xue Yang and, as per canon, vows not to tell his friend anything. So naturally you have Xiao Xingchen happy about his rekindled friendship, but also deeply worried about his missing friend... breaks my heart every time T-T (thx lionfish13 for the rec!!!)

Down in the black sea by @10holmes. A mermaid AU which has to be the sweetest Xue Yang /Xiao Xingchen tale I've seen in a while, with xxc being a revered merman saving the life of a handsome pirate... without realizing that is the infamous Xue Yang, mermaid hunter and slayer of plenty of his kinsmen!! But of course, they fall in love. It's downright adorable (and deliciously angst-inducing!) Also, the worldbuilding in this one is marvelous!

promises, promises by an anonymous author. Time travel fic!!! This one follows Song Lan trying to right the wrongs of his life in the easiest way possible: that is, to eliminate Xue Yang before he has the chance to hurt anyone else. Except... he gets distracted saving the life of a poor child with a mangled left hand. Still ongoing, and XXC isn't in the picture yet, but the new chapters are highly anticipated and the writing style is so, so, so good.

the non-con opition by the same anonymous author. How do I know? None of your business!! But the awesome writing style continues here, as well as the song lan/xue yang being brought together by fate is just as awesome. It promises to be songxuexiao eventually, for now it's a delightful soulmates/omegaverse with alpha!Song Lan in rut nonconning the hell out of a mysterious omega with a foul mouth.

Sant Xingchen i el drac by @ergbolli45 A little sweet adorable spin of a traditional legend very dear to my heart. It's winter, the Yi City crew are bored around their campfire, and A-Qing wants a story. So, Xue Yang offers to tell a tale from some exotic land on the west about a little princess, a brave knight and a fearsome dragon.

sticking their dick in crazy by Sectionladvivi. I'm not generally one for modern AUs, but this one is such a stupid and shameless pwp that it skyrocketed through my rankings XD SongXueXiao, and oddly enough, the crazy one alluded in the title isn't Xue Yang!! Delicious and filthy. No thoughts, just horn.

Priceless by @fieri-sentio-et-excrucior. Another modern AU!! but how can I resist, when this is Xue Yang breaking and entering happily married songxiao's domicile, who were getting ready for a very sexy night... and end up, Song Lan tied up and forced to watch the criminal fuck Xiao Xingchen senseless (and unaware it's not his husband the one in bed with him!). Evil and sexy, another wonderful fic by such a wonderful author <3

hands, reaching out by @neriine. A retelling of Yi City but with mutation-like special powers, making it especially interesting when it comes to xuexiao's backstory (song lan is also there, in the background) and the night hunts. It's sweet, sweet, Xue Yang as always a murder gremlin who thinks he has it all under control when the first thing that he doesn't know half-way about is his own feelings... Very well-written, and creative in its worldbuilding!

THIS lovely picture is not from a fic (well, not yet, unless I manage to do something cute with it >w<) but serves as an example of all the wonderful pic manips @wangxianswuji has made, which maybe it's cheating a bit for a fanfic rec post, but. They're just so good. Go check their profile and drool with me ^-^

and speaking of art, I can't not mention @wrathyforest's art done for the fic Now that I see you, particularly one of my favourite moments with Xiao Xingchen defending Xue Yang from an undesirable... this fic was in last year's rec list, and very deservingly so!

ANd now for the other ships!

Love of my life, don't hurt me by @foreheadkissesforzewu-jun This is a delightful and spectacularly cruel tale of unrequired love by a gallant cultivator spiriting his soulmate away. At least, that's what Wen Zhuliu sees it, when in fact this fic is him kidnapping and brutally assaulting Lan Xichen, while following the events of the Wen war and the sunshot campaign. Loved it, but PLEASE read the tags.

Jade pillar, bending like reed by awkwardrecline. dark jades (and dark!Lan Xichen in particular) are so so sooo very dear to my heart... this fic has it all, a tyrannical Lan clan leader who will abuse his power left right and center, a jealous didi who wants nothing but possessive love, so much smut everywhere... Cloud Recesses is never as sexy as when the jades are so unrestrained, I love it! ^-^

My future mommy's mistake by tenwudzvrs. Is this fic pretty much what many people consider nono kinks? mpreg, noncon, xue yang being an utter dick? and do I love it precisely because of it? XD pregnant Wei Wuxian goes home one evening but comes across a ruffian in a back alley, who does everything to him up to and including speaking with his husband through the phone while nailing him to the wall. Lan Zhan isn't happy. I am delighted.

What brother needs, brother gets by @foreheadkissesforzewu-jun. a modern AU jadecest pwp which... to be honest, it's pure oral fixation Lan Xichen going to his didi after he got dumped by some idiot and Lan Wangji doing the best he can to comfort him. It's ridiculously shameless and incredibly enjoyable, just to see these two come to the conclusion that the best course of action is to fuck each other!! XD Wei Ying will find a surprise when he gets back home from his travels and finds his husband has collected another husband...

furious love by @alipeeps. From Till the end of the moon, a very nasty and wonderfully in-canon insight on the disastrous marriage between Ye Xiwu (the original) and Tantai Jin. Let's just say she decides to take her marital rights to the extreme, and using the very same lust potion that originally landed her in that marriage to begin with! Tantai Jin is one of those characters that truly suffer beautifully, and suffer he does here!

a fire, made high and wild by @judiwench. A fic for Sleuth of Ming Dynasty, which is a series that wormed its way into my soul. Sui Zhou desperately searches Tang Fan (him, please, him, not his corpse) only to find him... less than good. I was seriously debating between this one and is the festering that kills a man by the same author, but... Agh, they are both amazing snippets at their obvious mutual love, and the trauma that brings it to light. Highly recommend the series and these fics!

a long sleepless night by @dying-redshirt-noises. This one is from Mysterious Lotus Casebook, a wonderful three-way pwp in the Girls' Mansion where Fang Duobing gets doused with sex pollen... of course, Li Lianhua wants to help, but there is not much he can do with his yang disfunction. How handy to have someone like a-Fei nearby to rail the young master, then!! It is sexy and wonderfully in-canon, and I'm all for it.

And I'm probably still forgetting a few fics, there is nowhere near enough jadecest here compared to what I know I have read and enjoyed... Shame on me again for forgetting to bookmark more often than not.

I'm a bit sad that I barely found any of this year's authors on tumblr (don't know if they don't have accounts here, or do under different usernames) so if anyone knows about them, repost bc I'd like to engage and give them my most sincere praise.

Also, I will say I purposefully avoided tgcf fics for fear of spoilers until I read the whole book, so... next year I'm surely filling this with hualian and such!! >w<

Finally, since we're at it, I just will get a bit of self-promotion with the 5 fics I liked most of what I wrote on this year. I'm IMMENSELY PROUD to have produced 36 fics in this year of our lord 2023 (3 per month!!! omfg!!) and while I can't claim favourites, these might be the ones I'm most proud of:

Some kind of dream. Xuexiao roleplaying after a night hunt, with some nice power dynamics, very mutually enthusiastic consensual non-con, and Xue Yang all but confessing that he is Xiao Xingchen's worse enemy... Smut and fluff, all in one. I do love the 3 year bliss in Yi City, and all the in-canon opportunities it offers!!!

Incensed nights. An INSANE endeavor for kinktober, with WangXian dreaming each night a different cozy, cruel, smutty or simply crack-y scenario. 31 fics for the price of one!! multiple pairings, I can't stress how much Lan Zhan dreams of his brother, or wei wuxian's mind follows other ships... Extremely happy with this one, and I nearly went crazy, seriously.

Shards of morning nights and forbidden kisses. My attempt at jadecest, niecest and omegaverse, all in one. ANd quite successful, might I say! Both clan leaders Lan and Nie want to find a way to claim and marry their respective omega didis, but something something clan rules forces them to play a delicate and sexy political game. It ends in a very nice orgy XD

A Comedy of Yi City Errors. This one, I'm particularly happy with the sheer amount of planning and interlocking plotpoints it has, with Song Lan coming across Xiao Xingchen, a-Qing and Xue Yang without even realizing. I'm told it is quite funny... And I like it very much >w<

...what did you call it again? the only one not mdzs in the list, this is for Till the end of the moon and it's yet again Tantai Jin suffering in his so beautiful way! It was done for an exchange, following the premise: take a canon even and make it worse. Do you think ttj had it bad in the series, with the servants mistreating him in Ye Manor? Ya have seen nuffin!!!

Once again, thanks for reading, thanks to all authors for writing, and let's have a wonderful 2024 full of fics and love!!!

[jaybirdss]

Hello!

I really liked your writing and I was hoping to put in a Garmadon request.

(Also love the Misako slander)

Could you write one where it's Garmadon x ninja reader where they first meet when he's Lord Garmadon and he becomes interested in her.

They later meet again when he's sensei Garmadon and they got this chemistry going on that everyone slowly notices.

🩰 Writing this took at least ten years off my life to be honest. And the ending is a little rushed :((

Also, like how I twisted Morro’s ending, I’m doing the same with Garmadon. He wasn’t sent to the cursed realm and will be present in a later season in the time skip of this fic <33

3k Words, No warnings

*mild* age gap, i suppose

You were barely getting used to your true potential when you first met Lord Garmadon. Fresh to the team, you always had felt like the odd one out. Being the (technical) oldest and all.

The others were fresh out of their teens, the youngest barely even 18 whenever you all became a team. You automatically were dubbed the cool older sibling when they all found out you were 25, quickly learning that freshly turned adult teenagers are still quite more childish than you’d assume. And that was okay. You enjoyed their innocence, their rambunctious attitudes, and their will to fight. Nights where you'd be up, giggling at how Jay chased Kai around with a handful of electricity. Mornings where you’d assist Zane in cooking, watching as your culinary goodness be thrown around in an outrageous food fight. You quite loved your brothers, but with their age, came an attitude.

Like now, for instance. Due to Lloyds abduction, Lord Garmadon had become a part of your daily lives in hopes of bringing him home quicker. He ate with you all, slept under the same roof, and spent free time near one another. A peaceful housemate, in a more evil lord type of peaceful. The boys all thought some ill of him and his way of life, specifically Kai. Always served up a snarky comment or quick glare whenever he was near. You, on the other hand, were surprisingly quite kind to the villain, despite how wicked he had seemed. You’d taken an interest and liking to how he lived throughout the day, and even struck up quick conversations with you. You'd subconsciously found yourself flocking towards the man.

The others had always found it strange.

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The thunderstorm was loud, bright, and potentially nauseating to those afraid of things such as this. Like you’d promised not long ago, you joined Garmadon in one of his ‘sunbathing’ sessions. You sat next to him at a comfortable distance, trying to get comfortable on the thin mat he’d laid out. Eyes wandering across the lightning-littered sky. Garmadon sat towards the middle, head upturned to the bright void. Wide, red eyes filled with curiosity, perhaps something gentle. Something that made you feel quite lost until your attention was taken away from the warm void, his voice pulling you from your trance.

“When Lloyd would cry during storms, I’d be the one to ease him back to sleep, you know?” His voice was soft, you could feel the ache he tried to push back, but the attempt didn’t do much to hide it.

“I’d tell him there was no need to be afraid. That I'd always be there to protect him.” He hums. “With everything happening, I hope he remembers that. Good or bad. I love my son.” He understood why he enjoyed the time alone, but having someone listening made it just a little more bearable for him, as lonely as he got sometimes, in his state. He longed for his son, his broken family. A simple friend.

Despite how evil the man had come to be, he was being truthful. He loved his son, and wished nothing more than to be there for him. You don’t think the others took it into much consideration. His only child had been kidnapped by ancient evil snakes that he’d released. Lloyd was a child, a boy who didn’t know any better. No one had been able to care for him, leading him to become reckless and aching for something fun. Something that would make his dad proud. Despite how awkward you were with children, you always tried your best to make Lloyd feel welcome, and needed amongst the bounty. It made you upset, and you missed him dearly. Who knows what they could do to the poor boy in their clutches. You pitied him, feeling your own heart ache for him and Lloyd. None of this should have happened to them.

The venom from the great devourer, Lloyd being abducted, everything.

As he spoke, you couldn’t help but do what you felt was best, by slipping your hand into one of his. Giving it a reassuring squeeze. His skin was cold, but surprisingly soft, and a lot larger than yours. He was still for a moment before he accepted the embrace, letting his hand envelop back over yours.

“You’re a good person, Garmadon.” You hummed quietly, your thumb caressing the dark skin of the Lord. Feeling how he relaxed under your touch, it was strange.

You recognize how you wouldn’t really do this for your teammates, or anyone you knew. Early on, you began to feel something for the evil lord that you’d never felt with anyone. “-I just hope you realize that someday.”

It took the villain by complete surprise, of course. And for the first time in a while, he felt his lips curl up. Not into his usual wicked grin. It was a genuine, sweet little smile. His harsh features softened as he gazed at you. The dark magic that flooded his senses had been replaced with something almost too sweet to handle. A pleasant scent submerged against his nose. You smelt of honey and jasmine, and felt like silk and feathers. Your presence reminded him of something he wasn’t, something so pure.

“I’m glad someone thinks so.” He chuckled. “I’d believe you if I could.” His fingers toyed with yours subconsciously as the sky above turned darker with each passing second,a chuckle filing out of his mouth for a brief moment. Words enveloping around his head and fitting comfortably like a glove. And it wasn’t long until your eyelids grew heavy, a sudden exhaustion taking over your form as you casually rest your head against the man’s shoulder.

It’s surprising how relaxing a thunderstorm could be, especially in a state such as this. Along streaks of white and blue crackling throughout the darkened clouds, rumbling that would wake the citizens in the city below them. Not a drop of rain in sight. It all felt so righteous as nothing but a chill lingered throughout you.

Time barely passes and you’ve fallen asleep against him, causing him to smile even more at the sight of your innocently exhausted frame. Hunched over and stuck against an evil man like him.

His lower arm slipped from between the two of you, resting carefully against your side as he debated on carrying you to your room. But took the time to admire how sweet you looked in your sleep, his features softening at the feeling of your breathing against him.

He could get used to this.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

He could get really used to this.

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Your breath seemed to get caught in your throat at the sight in front of you. Leaning over the wooden railing of the Bounty, you couldn't help but feel sick to your stomach. Ghosts. Ghosts is all you saw, littering the small town of Stixx.

Your battle had begun the moment Lloyd was possessed by Wu’s old pupil. Days, weeks went by trying to take back your Green Ninja. Exhaustion is the only thing you felt, besides fear from what was to come. But, why? You've taken on armies of snakes, corrupted nindroids. Fuck, you've been to space for gods sake. A few ghosts should be a piece of cake. Shouldn't it?

“Unfortunate, isn't it?”

You could recognise the voice anywhere. Unfortunate was the best way to describe it, yes.

“Yeah...” You muttered, taking a glance towards the old sensei. You grew curious as to how he felt after all these dangerous expeditions you and your friends went on. Curious as to how he felt of his son being the target of all these villains. It had been only a few days since youve had Lloyd back, and he was still recovering from his possession. Though he was quick to fight.

“How do you do it?” You muttered softly, feeling yourself grow anxious. Insecure at how much dread you felt. The smell of death that lingered in the air was something you got used to quickly. But it wouldn’t change how horrible you felt.

He looked puzzled, you decided to continue

“All of this, it’s- it’s wrecking my nerves terribly and even though we just keep on and keep on, i’m afraid I just can’t do it sometimes-“ You began, your fist has subconsciously gripped at the sleeves of your Gi, the fabric pinched between your thumb and index finger. Cursing yourself for how your shoulders had trembled. “I’ve barely gotten bits of my element back in control, and I just can’t help but feel hopeless. I’m the oldest, I need to protect my team the best I can but I don’t think I can. I’m so scared, I-“

The hushed broken vocals you projected had been halted by the lump forming in your throat, and for a minute you thought you were just seconds from tipping.

The overwhelming feeling based purely on fear and crisis seemed to level out as Garmadon wrapped his arms around your hunched form. He pulled you against him, a hand rested against the back of your head, the other holding the dip right above your hip. Your hands rested against his chest as you accepted the embrace. Head resting against his shoulder, and you felt at peace, for at least a moment. You felt that ache amongst the pounding in your chest from the first time you’d ever touched him.

“Need I remind you of how much you’ve done?” He hummed, muttering lowly under his breath, at a tone you could interpret. “There’s not enough time to list off all the things you’ve achieved.” He gently pried you off of him, his hands moving to take your face into them. His palms pressed against your cheeks, and a thumb grazing slowly against your skin. He continued in his low, sweetest tone. “But all and all, there’s no need to be afraid, I’ll be here to protect you.”

Your eyes watered immensely, though you felt the heat rise in your face at his words. A warmth made its way through your chest, and a pleasant but nervous flutter throughout your belly caused you to shiver. What made it worse was the smile he gave you, and the way his lips twitched when he looked down to you. He softened his gaze and watched your look falter. In his perspective, he’d had his eyes on you ever since he spotted you on the Bounty, nonchalant as you were one of the ones to pry Kai off of him when he’d been jumped by the aggressive boy in red.

He sought out the comfort you brought to him that eventful night on the deck, where he held you against him as you napped in his (four) arms. The way his cold heart leaped in his chest when your fingers grazed over his. He searched far through his old lover to try and find the joy you brought him. He lifted his hands to a love that had been lost and couldn't be found. He was never lifted, and his heart just couldn’t beat for her any longer.

With your face in his hands, Garmadon felt complete. With a purse of his lips, he pressed them against your forehead. It sent shivers down your spine and made you warm with delight at his affections. And as he pulled back, his touch lingered on your skin and littered your senses with something you couldn’t quite describe.

“You are capable of saving the world just as much as they are.” Garmadon spoke softly, letting his thumb graze over your cheek. “And I’ll be waiting for your return, dear.”

With his words of encouragement, you glanced back down to the terror of what was once the small town of Stixx. His hands now rested on your shoulders, taking it all in. You huffed out a pitiful laugh.

“And when I do, you sir-” You turned back to him, harshly poking at his chest.

“You owe me a date.”

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The battle had finished. Morro was defeated and you had the realm crystal in your clutches.

After weeks of chasing ghosts and bandits, mastering Airjitzu and traveling realms. It was over and you could feel it. Your chest heaved as you dropped your weapon to the ground. Looking around, your team cheered and did the same as you. Everyone seemed to be just fine.

Except.

Your eyes squinted when you didn’t spot the man who’d pushed you to fight so graciously. Your gaze locked onto Lloyd, He wore his fathers robes. The sight made your stomach drop, and sweat beads formed at your hairline. Everyone on the list of your half of the group was checked off, except for him. You all had decided to split to cover more ground. You’d been left with Lloyd, Misako, Cole and Nya. The lack of his presence, It made you feel panicked, and at loss.

“Where is he?” You spoke, your words had gotten stuck in your throat. Attention turned towards you, putting you in an awkward spotlight. “Garmadon, where is he.”

To which, they seemed puzzled. They didn’t seem to pay much mind to the man through the sea of evacuation, the sinking of the Preeminent, or Morro’s fallen army of ghosts. Even Lloyd seemed clueless, and he muttered a short ‘i don’t know.’

Panic rose in your chest, the worry that had been etched onto your features was stronger than before. It seemed to bother you a lot more than them, of course.

With a quick turn of your head, you inhaled deeply and ran. Letting your legs carry you to something you hope isn’t lost as your teams yells fall upon your sudden deaf ears.

You spent careful time running, but time was something you feared would run out soon. Peering amongst the rubble of broken wood and stray pieces of boulders. And the lump in your throat grew harder to swallow the more you looked.

“Fuck” You spoke. Letting your hands grip at the stray pieces of your hair. You held onto them tightly as you felt your face heat up, and at that moment you felt the gates that held your tears falter slightly.

You spun round and round praying he’d appear, but stopped as you felt your consciousness grow faint with every spin. With a deep breath, you choose a direction, and pray it’s the right one. Sure with yourself that you won't stop until you’ve discovered him, or at least a bit of him.

It happened so quickly, you didn’t quite know what to think, in all honesty. There was a group of people aimlessly staring at the wreckage that had once been their home. You felt a small twinge in your chest, you felt pained for them. And it made you feel so very selfish when your expression softened and the dam that withheld your tears bursted at the sight of him. Nothing was held together as you dodged throughout the crowd to get to him. He seemed to do the same when he finally caught the sight of you.

Garmadon was barely able to finish his sigh, and utter your name when you threw yourself onto him. He stumbled back and landed on the dirt, and no amount of apologies would be good enough for him that would make him forget the wail you unleashed when he was able to envelope you in his loving embrace.

He tried to hush you softly.

“Dear? Dearest, Y/N, I’m here, I’m alright-” He was unable to ease your sobs. Your cries of relief crashed over the two of you, and he felt the slightest bit of ease when you managed to spurt out a laugh past your lips and call him some cruel little name for making you worry so badly.

He made a mental note not to disappear on you in times of need.

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Your damp towel hung around your neck loosely, bringing an end up to occasionally wipe at your face. A large tee shirt falling from your shoulder paired nicely with a pair of gray sweatpants hugged your body in warmth that you had been craving for ages. Comfort is something you deserved after these past few weeks of battling gross beings of ectoplasm.

Deciding on skipping the brushing of your teeth, you couldn’t help but yawn lazily as you stepped out of the bathroom. Thinking lightly on the events of today. Wrapped up in twenty four hours, you managed to defeat an army of ghosts, sink the preeminent, and casually express your admiration for a man who was ten times older than you. The father of your friend, to be exact.

It made you grimace as your hand hovered over the doorknob, past it was the room you shared with the others. Pushing the wooden door open, you decided that the walk of shame would be the most amusing part of your night. But you probably would prefer the ghosts.

To your surprise, the boys didn’t really say anything. You weren’t going to jinx yourself now, when the perfect opportunity to escape into slumber, no questions asked was-

Jay snickered, breaking the silence in the dim room.

Gone, The opportunity was gone.

You groaned, throwing yourself onto your bunk when you heard the others join in, soon enough they all found it quite amusing as Jay howled with laughter and Kai had started to wheeze. And no matter how deep you shoved your head into your pillow, it didn’t drown out the reckless wails of your teammates.

“THERE IS NO WAY-” Jay began “-GARMADON? HIM?”

“I assumed you had daddy issues, but this just tops it off” Cole heaved, peeking over the side of his bunk to peer down at you. To which you pry yourself up, throwing your pillow at him. He dodges, unfortunately. “He’s like, how old? 200?” “My money’s on four digits-” “Oh can it, motor mouth!”

Their chatter died down, and it fell silent again.

“...”

“If you two get married, would that make LLoyd your son?”

“Oh GROSS-” “How did we even get to this subject?” “Lloyd, chin up, you’d have a cool step parent!” “Over my dead body!”

Your eyes rolled profusely, moving to fall back against your sheets with a sigh. Your brothers were surely annoying.

“OH MY- WAIT, I WONDER WHAT HIS-” “DON’T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE-”

Really fucking annoying.

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[goldenlilium-ocs]

September 14th, 1996.

(Art by @giselsann-opencommissions)

Mattheo gazed down, fixated on the ink that writhed on his forearm whenever he pressed down on it. He kept staring until slender fingers wrapped around his skin. He let Juliette take his hand in her lap, watching her trace the shape lightly, the snake recoiling away from her touch. 

“Does it scare you?” He muttered, unable to look her in the eyes. Whatever might be in her eyes, pity or disgust or something else, he was too cowardly to face.

“I’m scared for you.” She brushed her thumb over the mark, but it stayed exactly where it was, much to Mattheo’s chagrin. 

“All part of the plan, right?” The mark stilled, but Mattheo refused to take his eyes away when Juliette was so close. “You should’ve seen the way Dumbledore looked at me. Like I was this prized possession of his.”

That was the deal they had struck. After the summons finally came, Mattheo found himself in his headmaster’s office for the second time in his schooling. He would answer the call and assist Snape in gathering information. In return, Nott, Price, and Zabini would be protected. Any debt owed by their parents would be dealt with. Riddle had suspected that Dumbledore didn’t actually have any control over who the Dark Lord recruited. He just believed Mattheo’s loyalty would be enough for them all. It was a cruel bargain, but Mattheo had too much to lose.

“You shouldn’t be forced into this. It’s too dangerous.” Juliette was the first to look away from the mark, sliding her fingers up and through his own she cradled his hand.

“It’s the debt I pay for my existence.” He reached out, placing his index finger under Juliette’s chin so she was looking at him. “I didn’t mean to bring this into our lives, but it’s here, along with everything I’m willing to die for. I need to do what I can to make up for it.”

Her eyes shone with worry. It was the only time they shone at all these days. “I’d do it with you, you know. If you wanted. You don’t have to do this alone.”

“No.” Mattheo’s voice took on that hardness usually reserved for keeping his housemates out of trouble. “You’re already too involved in being with me.  I’ll do what the old man wants, but I’m not dragging anyone else into it. I need you here, giving me something to fight for. I’ve got a promise to keep for Diggory.” If there was a life after this one, Mattheo doubted he would be the man Juliette would be reunited with when she got there. He had resigned himself to ensuring that she could at least tell her first love that she had been well looked after while they’d been apart.

He moved his hand up to cradle Juliette’s cheek, his heart lightening when she nestled into his palm. If this was what would be awaiting him at the end of it all, then he would endure.

[enemyoflactose]

Hi lovely! Okay so you want a prompt and I shall deliver <3

How about some Gemshipping (Ryou and TKB, but you can do Yami Bakura if you'd rather!) and something about a pet? (Adopting a pet, finding an animal, one of them coming home with a stray of some kind, anything animal related!)

Cheers!

Hello!! I got it done! I hope you don't mind the fic being platonic gemshipping, with a few head canons thrown in here and there <3 It's also pretty short.

It wasn’t everyday Ryou came home in the hopes of relaxing, only for his new housemate to tell him, or write to him, that there was a snake somewhere in the apartment.

His new housemate, Thief King, has always been a little strange. He was absolutely nothing like the former spirit of the ring, who had since gone completely missing, in both personality and appearance. 

Thief King was actually pretty quiet, unlike the spirit, though that was due to him being mute. He was also very unsociable, whereas the spirit tended to gravitate towards people in hopes of finding easy prey to steal from. Thief King liked to go out at night, whereas the spirit liked the early mornings and twilight. Thief King loves snakes, and while the spirit was fond of them, he was a cat person.

Thief King’s love of snakes is exactly what had led to Ryou flipping the apartment upside down. Of course, Thief King was helping, but on account of him being partially blind, Ryou was worried he’d miss it, or get himself and the snake hurt.

‘An albino sand snake…’ Ryou remembered. The snake Thief King had gone on and on about, was stolen from the zoo they had visited not even a week ago. He sighed, and looked in and under his blankets.

No snake. Not even a trace of it.

Thief King then suddenly burst through the door, knocking off its hinges. ‘Guess dramatic entrances are a thing they have in common.’ Ryou thought.

In the former dead boy’s hands, was the snake. Coiled up and frightened. Thief King had a proud look on his face, but it fell into an apologetic one.

Ryou chuckled softly, and went to his closet, and grabbed an old shoe box for the snake.

He handed it to Thief King, ruffled his hair, and said in a reassuring voice, “Put the snake in this for now, the pet store is still open so we can get everything we need for it, but please never do something like this again, ok?”

Those words made Thief King light up and nod instantly, something the spirit would likely not do either.

[theostrophywife]

kiss with a fist | chapter six.

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pairing: theodore nott x reader.

song inspiration: w.i.t.c.h. - devon cole

author's note: some cute soft fluff cause i'm in a tender mood.

In all your years at Hogwarts, you could count the amount of times you’ve attended a quidditch game on one hand and you wouldn't even need to utilize all of your fingers. Needless to say, you weren’t really into the rowdiness and belligerence of sporting events, but a bargain was a bargain. You were just glad to have Luna with you. Even if it meant enduring Pansy Parkinson’s presence. 

“Be nice,” Luna warned as you approached the stands. 

“I won’t bite if she doesn’t,” you murmured back. 

Luna nodded, knowing that it was the closest thing to an agreement she was ever going to get out of you. Despite your surliness, your friend seemed to brighten the minute she spotted Pansy. In a sea of blue and gold, the dark haired witch was the only one clad in green and silver. Your housemates kept exchanging wary glances at the Slytherin in their midst, but they were wise enough to keep their mouths shut. 

You watched quietly as Pansy and Luna exchanged pleasantries. While your friend was generally a bubbly person, she seemed extra giddy as she spoke. There was something about the way that she softened that convinced you to ease up on the scowls. It must have been contagious, because Pansy actually smiled and it wasn’t a derisive sneer or a smug smirk, but a genuine smile. You didn’t even know the witch was capable of it. 

Finally, she seemed to take stock of your presence. The dark haired girl jutted her chin out proudly, her aristocratic features schooled into forced neutrality. It occurred to you that Pansy probably received a similar warning to attempt decency. 

“Y/N,” she said. 

“Pansy,” you replied. 

The two of you eyed each other. Sizing up your opponent. The eagle versus the snake, claws against teeth. The staredown was purely psychological warfare. 

You squinted. Hurt her and I’ll maim you. 

The silent warning didn’t seem to offend Pansy. Instead, she gave a subtle nod of her chin and made way for you and Luna to sit. You settled in, trying not to peer down at the drop. Heights had never really been your thing. 

Pansy observed you curiously as Luna patted your arm. “Y/N’s not a big fan of heights.” 

“Oh?” Parkinson asked. 

“I generally prefer solid ground. It reduces the chances of me falling and breaking my neck.” The corner of Pansy’s mouth quirked. “What about you, Parkinson? Are you keen on flying?” 

“A bit.” 

Luna brightened. “She’s being modest. Pansy here is a very talented flyer. She’s got an Abraxan named Circe.”

“The most powerful witch to ever live,” you noted. “She used to turn men into swine.” 

“A lost art, really.” 

You smirked. “The classic femme fatale. A personification of the dangers of femininity. They always paint powerful women in a terrible light, don’t they?” 

“Perhaps it makes the men feel better about their own inadequacies.” 

“We’re always making men feel better about their inadequacies,” you answered thoughtfully. “Convenient that the myths fail to mention that Circe was one of the first pharmakis. Modern magic would not be what it is without her extensive knowledge of herbs and plants and yet she’s rarely credited in any potions books we read.”

Pansy nodded, eyeing you in amusement. “I can see why Nott has taken a liking to you.” 

You turned to Luna who immediately shook her head. Pansy laughed. “Don’t worry, Lovegood didn’t tell me a thing. She didn’t have to. Theodore never stops talking about you, you know.” 

There was no hiding the flush that crept up to your cheeks. “We’re both vying for the top spot in Slughorn’s class. I assume he has a lot to say about his competition.” 

“It’s more than that,” Pansy said. “I’ve known Theodore since birth and I’ve never seen him put this much effort into anything. He’s always been naturally talented at potions, given his mum’s background, but you challenge him. For the first time in a long time, he’s found someone who’s actually up to par. I, for one, enjoy watching you put him in his place.” 

You smiled. “I quite enjoy it too.” 

Luna looked at you, then at Pansy before a huge grin graced her lips. It was obvious that she was pleased at the sight of her best friend and her…potential more-than-friend getting along.

The game started not long after. Your comprehension of the rules were rudimentary at best, but Luna made sure to explain as best as she could. From what you gathered, there were four positions: seeker, beater, chaser, and keeper. The chasers attempted to score as many goals as they could by throwing the quaffle through the posts, which the keepers guarded. The beaters used the bludgers to disrupt the other players. The seeker, on the other hand, needed to catch the golden snitch. All while floating on a broom hundreds of feet in the air. 

This match, Pansy explained, had been anticipated to be the most brutal of the season. The enmity between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins translated very clearly on the field. While there had always been a divide of support between the other houses, you could tell that the majority of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff stands were cheering for the Gryffindors. 

You wondered how that made the Slytherins feel. Three houses against one. After the war, Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic droned on and on about the importance of unity and reconciliation. Professor Slughorn even delivered a speech during your first potions class, but the disparity between words and actions were painfully obvious. 

The rest of the school still mistrusted the Slytherins. If any of them cared, you wouldn’t have been able to tell. Especially not as they played. The quidditch team was deadly. You watched as green and silver robes whizzed past, familiar names sprawled on the jerseys. Malfoy, Zabini, Riddle, Berkshire, Warrington, Rosier, and Nott. 

Theo winked as he flew past your portion of the stands. You rolled your eyes, but held your breath as he careened towards one of the goal posts. Ron Weasley stood guard, squinting suspiciously at Theo. The flash of the quaffle was too fast for your eyes to follow, but it sliced the air all the same, slipping through an opening above Ron’s shoulder. The redhead cursed as Theo gave him a mocking bow. 

Pansy was the lone witch in your section to cheer for the Slytherins. Luna joined her in solidarity when the crowd grew quiet. Suspicious glances were cast in your direction, which you rebuffed with a menacing glare. They all found something else to look at rather quickly. 

Displeasure rippled over the crowd as the Slytherins kept scoring. Theo was an unstoppable force. Warrington and Riddle flanked him at each side, throwing bludgers at anyone who attempted to thwart his efforts. The other two chasers, Berkshire and Zabini, circled around them in an aerial formation that confused the opposing team. The Gryffindors grew increasingly frustrated when Evangeline Rosier kept rebuffing their attempts to score. 

Both teams played well, but the Slytherins were ruthless, tactical, and efficient. They used the opposing team’s weaknesses against them. The Gryffindors tended to be over reactive and Theo used it to his advantage. He baited them into making rash plays, which left openings for him and the other chasers to exploit. 

By the end of the game, it was Berkshire who scored the winning goal. The discrepancy between the cheers and booing was insurmountable, but Pansy didn’t seem to care. She cheered for the team louder than anyone. As the win was formally announced, you heard murmurs coming from below you. 

“Stupid Death Eater bitch.” 

From the corner of your eye, you saw Pansy tense. Luna’s mouth hung agape as she wheeled around to identify the foul mouthed culprit. You were quicker. 

“What did you just say?” you asked in a deathly quiet voice.

The conversations around you stopped as you faced Romilda Vane. The smug faced witch crossed her arms, her scarlet and gold scarf billowing in the wind as she looked up at the three of you. 

“You heard me,” Romilda said in a haughty voice. “Her father was one of the Dark Lord’s staunchest supporters. As were the Malfoys and Notts. Not to mention Riddle. How he was allowed back at school is a mystery to me. They should all be in Azkaban.” 

Your ears began to ring. The crowd parted as you descended the bleachers, bringing you face to face with Romilda. “I wasn’t aware that you’d recently earned a place in the Wizengamot. For all your prattling, you’d think you were the Chief Warlock.” 

She cowered under your glare, but doubled down as she looked towards her friends. “I’m only saying what everyone else is thinking. As far as I’m concerned, the Slytherins should be punished for their crimes.” 

“I hardly think you’re speaking from any moral high ground, Romilda. Didn’t you try to dose Potter with Amortentia in sixth year?”

Romilda reddened as she sputtered nonsense. The students around you snickered, but all you could hear was the rush of blood in your ears. You clenched your fists so tightly that your nails dug painfully into your palms. If you hadn’t, you might’ve punched that stupid smirk right off of her face. 

But you knew that physical violence was not the answer. There were far more strategic ways to land a blow and you were an expert in this type of warfare. 

“I suppose Harry’s lucky that your potion making is about as incompetent as your critical thinking skills. Now move before I make you.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing getting tangled up with all those snakes. They’ll sink their teeth into your back the second you turn it.” 

“One of them is worth ten of you. At least the Slytherins fought to defend the castle instead of running off like a coward. They may have teeth, but at least they know how to use them. You’re all roar and no bite.” 

“You’re a bitch, Y/N.” 

You reared back, baring your teeth. “Oh you have no idea, Vane. But I’d be glad to demonstrate.” 

Romilda held her ground. For a split second, you weighed the consequences of harming a fellow student versus the satisfaction of pummeling Romilda to the ground. Luckily for the idiotic Gryffindor, Luna gently gripped you by the elbow. 

“It’s not worth it, Y/N.” 

You looked at your friend who wore an expression of concern. Beside her, Pansy didn’t say a word. She was utterly silent, almost resigned like she encountered this treatment on a daily basis. We all pay the price, Theo had said. 

Without another word, you nodded and bulldozed through Romilda as you exited the stands. It was only when the three of you reached the ground when you finally realized that you were shaking from anger. 

“Are you alright, Pans?” Luna asked, clasping Parkinson’s hand. 

Pansy shrugged. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, Luna. If I let the opinion of an airheaded twat affect my day, I’d never have a good one again.” 

“Are you sure—” Luna fretted. 

Pansy smiled gently and squeezed her hand in assurance. “Truly, I’m alright. The only thing upsetting me at the moment is that I’ve left my scarf up there running from those hags. Would you mind getting it for me, Lu?” 

Your friend still looked worried, but she nodded and made the trek back up. You and Pansy stood in silence, watching as the last of the crowd trickled out of the stands. 

“Vane had no right to say that,” you said. It came out harsher than you expected. 

“At least she had the gall to say it to my face,” Parkinson stated with a shrug. “I don’t know if that makes her brave or stupid.” 

“Gryffindors often have trouble making the distinction.” 

The dark haired witch laughed. “You didn’t have to do that, you know. As moronic as she is, Vane is right. She was only voicing the opinion of the masses."

“But you fought in the final battle. I saw you rallying the others against the Death Eaters. Romilda wasn’t even there. She didn’t even fight.”

Pansy sighed. “A lot of good that did. I had to watch my friends duel against their own parents and yet this entire school still mistrusts us. I suppose I can’t blame them. The majority of the Dark Lord’s followers were produced by our house.”

“Not all Slytherins are bad. The world isn’t so black and white,” you said adamantly. “Most of us operate in the gray areas, whether we admit it or not. The only difference is that you lot don’t try to hide it.” 

“Yes, but a snake is a snake. Even when we shed our skin, they still see deception when they look at us.” 

“And you’re willing to just accept that?” 

Parkinson gave you a pointed look. What choice did she have? What choice did any of them have? 

After a beat of silence, you cleared your throat. “Are you sure you’re alright? Luna’s worried.” 

“I assure you, being villainized isn’t anything new to me. I suppose that’s why I named my horse after Circe," Pansy mused thoughtfully. "It’s better for them to believe that I’m some sort of evil sorceress than to realize that I am more shackled by my circumstances than I could ever be at Azkaban. My family name is a collar around my neck, waiting to choke me at any moment, but they’re so blinded by their own misconceptions that all they see are my teeth. I prefer it that way.”

“Oderint dum metuant.”

"Let them hate, as long as they fear." A faint smile bloomed on Pansy’s lips. "That’s awfully Slytherin of you to say. Are you sure you’re in the right house, Y/N?”

You chuckled. A beat of silence followed as understanding passed between you. Perhaps you had more in common with Pansy Parkinson than you thought. 

When Luna returned, the two of them tried to convince you to join them at the common room party, but you declined. You weren’t really in the mood to be around people. 

“You two go ahead. I’ll catch up later.” 

As the sun set over the school grounds, you found yourself at the Black Lake. Dusk tinged the horizon with pink and purple and the fluffy white clouds hung low enough to kiss the dark water. You settled at the end of the dock and dipped your toes into the lake, watching as the motion made ripples across the surface. Maybe it was unwise to linger here given that the lake was home to the merpeople and the giant squid, but they would be far in the depths and you were honestly too knackered to care. 

Sighing, you pulled out a silver flask from your robes. You had initially brought it for the after party, but it would’ve been a shame to let the firewhisky go to waste. 

“Illegal contraband?” A familiar voice teased just as the wood gave way beside you. Theo bumped his shoulder against yours as he sat. “I didn’t know you had it in you, Y/N.”

“Yeah, well maybe your idiotic tendencies are rubbing off on me.” 

“I’d like to rub more than just my tendencies on you.” 

You rolled your eyes and handed him the flask. “Just fucking drink, Theodore.” 

He grinned before taking a swig. You chuckled at the face he made from the burn of the Ogden’s. “That is straight up liquor," Theo remarked through his coughing fit. "You're out of control, diavolina. Should I be concerned?”

“We’re celebrating,” you said. “At least you should be. That was quite a win out there. I didn’t expect you to be so….efficient.” 

“Careful, Y/N. That was almost a compliment.” 

You shrugged. “To be fair, I haven’t been to a game in years. You could’ve been absolutely rubbish and I’d still think it was a feat that you managed to stay seated on that broom.” 

“Well, it is a pretty important component of quidditch. Did you at least attempt to enjoy yourself?” 

“It was a brutal game. There’s a lot more strategy and planning that goes into quidditch than I initially thought. It’s like chess, but you’re allowed to hit people. I had a blast.” 

Theo chuckled. “I should’ve known you’d get a kick out of all that violence.” 

Warmth spread through your body as you took another swig. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating your win at the party?” 

His fingers brushed yours as you handed the flask back to him. “I’m where I want to be.” 

This time, you weren’t sure if it was the firewhisky or Theo’s presence making you flush. The two of you kept drinking in silence as you peered up at the sky. Back home in London, you never would’ve been able to see the stars this clearly. They glittered in the night sky like tiny diamonds etched through the darkness. 

“I heard about what happened earlier,” Theo said after a moment. 

You weren’t surprised. Word traveled fast around this school. “Luna told you?” 

“No. Pansy did.” He shifted, turning over to look at you. Like a moth drawn to a flame, you did too. “You did a good thing, Y/N. You stood up for Pansy. I can’t thank you enough.” 

“I was only doing what anyone else would’ve done.” 

“No. You weren’t.” Theo set the flask down. “No one else would’ve come to her defense. Pansy, she’s the strongest one out of all of us. Draco, Mattheo, and I, we can always resort to punches when we’re insulted, but Pansy doesn’t have that option. She just has to sit there and take it. It means a lot that someone spoke up for her.”

“I did the bare minimum.”

“It still meant a lot.” 

“There’s no need to thank me for—”

Theo sighed in exasperation. “For Salazar’s sake, will you just take my gratitude without arguing?”

You bit back a smile. “Fine. I acknowledge your gratitude.” 

You downed the rest of the flask as Theo lit a cigarette. The flame from that curious Zippo flickered in the darkness as smoke filled the air.

“So,” Theo started, taking a deep inhale. “Are you ready for the slug club dinner next week? I’m not even invited to the bloody thing and yet I still know every detail thanks to McLaggen’s incessant prattling. What a twat.” 

“Cormac is kind of a twat, isn’t he?” you asked, giggling as the alcohol started taking its effect. “I heard that he kisses like a fork tongued lizard.” 

Theo’s eyes flashed. “You better not know that firsthand.” 

You wrinkled your nose. “I wouldn’t go near McLaggen’s mouth with a ten foot broom.” 

“Good. I can rest easy that you won’t be replacing me with a reptilian snogger.”

“You can rest easy either way. I’m not going to that dinner.” 

Theo paused, the cigarette hanging haphazardly from between his lips. “What do you mean you’re not going?” 

“It’s a pretty straightforward sentence, Nott. I will not be attending Professor Slughorn’s ridiculous dinner.” 

“You have to go,” he declared firmly. 

“I’m confused. Do you want me to snog the lizard or not?” 

Theo frowned. “Do not snog McLaggen unless you want me to turn him into an actual reptile.” He exhaled and smoke curled around his lips. “You can’t miss that dinner.”

“I have no interest in attending.” 

He stared at you, his gaze fixed with determination. “Is this about what Slughorn said the other day?” 

You picked at your fingers, avoiding his eyes. “It’s probably going to be boring, anyways. Just a pissing contest for us to compare our grades and achievements like we’re puppets on a string.” 

“You should still go.” 

“Why?” you asked, a bit irritated that Theo was pushing for this so hard. You would’ve thought that he of all people would understand your choice. “Why would I subject myself to be part of something that judges people based on prejudice rather than merit?”

Theo’s expression softened. “Because it’ll raise your chances of joining the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers. That’s your dream, isn’t it?”

You reeled back in surprise. “How do you know about that?” 

He rolled his eyes. “You only talk about it a thousand times a day.” Theo raised his brow in challenge. “Slughorn’s one of the most influential members. If you go to the dinner, it might solidify a formal invitation.” 

Theo was right. You didn’t want him to be, but he was right. Under any other circumstance, you would’ve sabotaged and plotted and schemed for a way in. This was an opportunity to distinguish yourself from your fellow classmates, so why were you hesitating?

You knew why. You were looking right at him.

“I’ll drag you there myself if I have to,” Theo declared. 

You sighed. There was no way he was going to let this go. “Fine, I’ll think about it.” 

Theo smiled triumphantly. You kicked at the water, sending a wave across the still lake. “You know, if Slughorn knew that you were a Marchesi, he’d probably fall all over himself to recruit you. Hell, anyone would. You’re practically guaranteed a place at the Society, too.”

Theo shrugged nonchalantly. “Where would the fun be in that?” 

“I’m serious, Nott. It could open up doors for you.”

He sighed. “That’s exactly why I’ve kept the knowledge to myself. I’m tired of everyone judging me based on my family, good or bad. I want to accomplish something that’s solely mine. Not Nott, not Marchesi. Just Theo.”

“That’s uncharacteristically noble of you.”

“I told you, I’m not just a pretty face. I’m also rich, witty, intelligent, athletic, etc. Honestly, the list goes on and on.”

You snorted. “Just don’t expect humble to be part of that little myriad, Theo.”

Theo paused. The moment of silence swelled between you like an errant wave. Then, a huge smile broke out on his face. 

“What?” you asked. 

“You called me Theo.”

“Well, that is your name. Has quidditch concussed you so severely that you’ve forgotten?

He responded with an eye roll. “I’m perfectly lucid, thank you very much. Well, besides the firewhisky. I’m a little bit sloshed from that, but not sloshed enough to not notice you call me by my actual name. Not Theodore, not Nott, not twat, not oh god—”

“I get it, Theo.”

His grin grew wider. “There it is again. Theo.”

“It’s just a name, nothing special.”

“It is when you’re the one saying it.” 

“Oh, shut up.”

The satisfied smirk on his face refused to budge even as the sky grew darker. The two of you sprawled out on the dock, staring up at the sky and enjoying the comfortable silence. Theo toyed with his lighter, rubbing his thumb over the spark wheel, which caused the flame to flicker on and off.

You stared at the lighter, vision blurring from the alcohol. “Why do you have that thing?”

“I told you, Mattheo’s a little thief.” 

“No, I mean I know the reason. But I just can’t figure out why.” 

Theo scrunched his brows in confusion. “Are you sure you’re not the one concussed?” 

“Would a concussed person be able to do this?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows and slightly flipped to the side. The action made your hair come loose. 

“What in Merlin’s name am I supposed to be looking at right now?” 

“I’m obviously doing a cartwheel,” you deadpanned. “Aren’t I?” 

Theo chuckled. “You are one drunk witch, Y/N.” 

“M’not drunk.” He raised a brow. “Fine, maybe I’m a tiny bit bevved, but you’re the one avoiding my question.”

“Sorry,” Theo said rather unapologetically. “I’m a bit distracted at the moment.” 

“By what?” 

“Your hair,” he murmured softly. Theo reached out and toyed with a loose strand, twisting a long lock between his fingers. He swallowed thickly, his voice lower and huskier than it was a minute ago. “You should wear it down more often.” 

“It’s a hassle.” 

He swept it over your shoulder, knuckles brushing your cheek. “It’s beautiful.” 

Your cheeks warmed. Whether from the alcohol or his touch, you couldn’t differentiate. “Stop deflecting, Nott.” 

Theo rolled his eyes. “Relentless witch. Can’t you see I’m trying to have a moment here?” 

You gave him a pointed look. Theo sighed before handing over his lighter. Up close, you could see that the silver was worn and dented. It looked much older than you initially thought. To your surprise, Theo silently waved his wand and the lighter transformed into a heart shaped locket. 

“When my nonna gave me the grimoire, it came with this. It was Alessandra’s old locket. She treasured it more than the grimoire itself.” 

“What’s so special about it?” 

“Open it.” 

Your fingers stilled. “Are you sure?”

“Don’t get shy now, diavolina. You wanted to know and now I’m telling you.” 

You hesitated for a moment before curiosity got the best of you. The locket popped open easily. Inside was a picture of a dark haired woman standing next to a man with watercolor eyes and thick brown curls. The couple looked at each other with love and adoration in their eyes. 

“That’s Alessandra, obviously. The man was Damiano, her closest friend, the mad scientist of the village, and the cleverest muggle she’d ever met. He helped author the grimoire.” 

“I never knew that Alessandra had help with her inventions.” 

Theo nodded. “As my family intended. They didn’t approve of her relationship with Damiano, but she didn’t care. They fell madly in love and eventually married.” 

“How is it possible that no one knew about him?”

“Damiano was born with a unique illness that was incurable even with magic. Alessandra poured years of her life into finding a cure, but in the end he succumbed to it. She passed away only a year after him. My nonna said that she died of a broken heart.” Theo took the chain and traced his fingers over the picture. “They left behind two young children who were eventually raised by Alessandra’s parents. Their son and daughter grew up not knowing who their father was. The Marchesis did everything in their power to keep the knowledge to themselves. They didn’t want anyone to know that their great bloodline was tainted by a muggle.” 

Theo bowed his head in shame. He avoided your gaze, choosing to look out at the Black Lake instead. “There it is. The secret that my family has guarded for centuries. The sad part is that some of them still hold those bigoted beliefs, so when people assume the worst of me, I can’t blame them. The Marchesis, the Notts, either way you look at it, there’s bad blood coursing through my veins.” 

“That’s not true, Theo,” you said softly. “You know I don’t think that of you, right?” 

“I wouldn’t blame you if you did. Everyone else does.” 

“Well, I don’t,” you said firmly. “You said it earlier. Family isn’t all that a person amounts to. When I look at you, I don’t see a Nott or a Marchesi. I just see Theo.” 

“I don’t deserve that,” he whispered. The saddest part was that you were sure he meant it. “My great great great grandmother fell in love with a muggle and how did my family repay her for it? They blotted him out of existence.” 

The starlight caressed his forlorn expression with its silver glow, painting a heartbreaking depiction of Theo that you had never seen before. It reminded you of that day in the potions lab when he was talking about his mother. There was such an openness and vulnerability in him then that was present now as well and you realized why he looked at you the way he did that day. 

Theo hadn’t been waiting for you to give him an out. He wanted—no, he needed a friend and you had been too scared to step up then, but you weren’t now. You could be that for him. You wanted to be that for him. A friend. 

Without second guessing yourself, you reached out in the space between you and grabbed hold of his hand. Theo stared at your intertwined fingers in surprise. 

“The love between Damiano and Alessandra lives on,” you said with a small smile. “In their children and their children’s children. In…you.” 

Those watercolor eyes, the very same ones that you had grown so familiar with shone with emotion. Unlike the day in the lab, Theo didn’t put up his mask of cockiness and arrogance and you realized with a start that you didn’t want him to. 

He smiled and squeezed your hand gently. “Yes, I suppose I inherited Damiano’s affinity for cruel, brilliant witches.”

"Affinity is putting it lightly," you said teasingly. "Admit it. You're obsessed with me, Nott."

You blinked as Theo hovered over you. The weight of his body pressed against yours ignited a flame of fiendfyre in your core. He dipped his head down, his curls tickling your nose. "No, not Nott. Not Theodore. Try that again, diavolina."

You wriggled underneath him, but Theo held your hips in place. He brushed his lips against yours and smirked when you tried to kiss him. His low rumble of laughter sent shivers down your spine. "Say it. Say my name again."

"If I say it, will you stop being a tease?"

Theo kissed your neck and laughed when you pouted in response. "Only one way to find out."

"I'll knee you in the crotch if you do that again, Theo."

He grinned. "There's a good girl," Theo said rather suggestively. You fought the urge to squirm at his words. He peppered kisses along your neck, your jaw, and your cheeks while you burst into a fit of drunken giggles. "For the record, I am obsessed with you, but I think you're a little bit obsessed with me too."

"You wish, Theo."

"You're going to be the death of me," he said huskily as he unbuttoned your cardigan. Theo's eyes were full of mischief as he dipped between your breasts, sucking on your flesh and leaving marks in his wake. "But I'm willing to die a happy man, Y/N."

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absolutely love your based and poggers headcanons, not sure if you've done it yet but can we get the gang as like mythical creatures or fantasy beings, pirates, vampires, fairies, dragons etc.

Thanks, Anon!!

Mythical Creatures and Fantasy….

I haven’t yet! I know others have and, for the most part, I would agree with the ones I’ve seen floating around here. But for the sake of being different here’s a different take!

Bruno Bucciarati

Dullahan.

He would 100% enjoy taking his head off to be goofy.

Leaves his head in random spots while his body just walks around and bumps into things.

Will also make head puns.

Everyone hates the head puns.

But they tolerate it because it’s Bruno.

He will cuddle his head in his sleep, sometimes.

Also being able to remove his head makes styling his hair that much easier.

Leone Abbacchio

Charybdis.

Always lurking in the deep.

He would enjoy the solitude that the depths of the ocean would bring.

Hates land and will hang out in the tub to spend time with Bruno while he’s styling his hair.

May or may not have destroyed many ships.

Had a rivalry with Scylla back in the day.

Pannacotta Fugo

Dybbuk.

Though- without the questionable lore behind it.

He simply has a pension for haunting and possessing others.

Used to possess his housemates to get things done a certain way.

Certified control freak.

He no longer possesses them without their consent.

Especially because it leaves the host feeling very ill afterwards.

Narancia Ghirga

Goblin.

Hoards trinkets in his room.

Loves shiny things, in particular.

If you have a shiny, Narancia will take it.

Easily swayed into doing things for others if he gets a shiny thing in return.

100% Gollum energy at times.

Will call things “My Precious”.

Does it because he watched Fugo watch Lord of the Rings once.

And it pisses Fugo off.

Guido Mista

Gorgon.

Why do you think he’s always wearing a hat?

Because he doesn’t want others to turn into stone.

Also the snakes all have little numbers on them.

No number four.

Has migraines because the snakes sometimes just never stop talking.

And they steal his food.

Ya feel?

Giorno Giovanna

Griffin.

Proud and considered noble by others.

He just gives that energy off to others.

You would think he’d be a vampire because of Dio.

But no.

Griffin all the way because of Jonathan.

He just got his looks from Dio, that’s all.

Takes good care of his feathers and talons, though.

Trish Una

Phoenix.

When her life went into chaos, she was able to be reborn into a version of herself to better suit her new life.

Loved sun bathing.

Preens a lot.

Gets feather care tips from Giorno.

Has been the only one to ever see the snakes on Guido’s head.

She turned to stone.

Then burst into flames.

Then was simply reborn.

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Brooklyn's sparrow Pt.3

Goin' nowhere fast

(Hey guys it's paris! sooo this part is where the real shit goes down sooo get ready! go read part 1 and part 2 if you haven't and as always please reblog and like! -stay fresh - xoxo, paris)

The air was crisp and cool as Miles and Michiko walked briskly down the quiet, tree-lined street. It was Michiko's first day at Brooklyn Visions Academy, a prestigious private boarding high school in their hometown of Brooklyn. Miles, being the responsible older brother-figure he was, had volunteered to help her get settled in with classes and pick a dorm to stay during school hours. As they strolled along, they chatted animatedly about their favorite movies, music, and video games.

They finally arrived at the school's massive oak double doors, which were carved with intricate designs of books, musical instruments, and sports equipment. Miles took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and gave Michiko a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, as long as you stick with and don't let your wings shows you'll be fine." He reached for the door handle, but before he could open it, a shrill whistle pierced the air.

Miles and Michiko turned around to see their principal, Mr. Delacroix, standing at the top of the steps. "Ah, there you are, Miles. And who do we have here?" he asked, eyeing Michiko curiously.

"Um, this is Michiko. She's my new… housemate," Miles stammered, trying to think of the best word. "She's just transferring in for the year."

Mr. Delacroix nodded, looking amused. "I see. Well, welcome to Brooklyn Visions, Michiko. We're glad to have you. Now, I suppose you two have some things to attend to. Classes start in fifteen minutes, so make sure you head over to the auditorium to get your schedules." With that, he turned and disappeared inside the school.

Miles and Michiko exchanged glances before following Mr. Delacroix's instructions. As they made their way through the bustling hallways, Michiko couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement for the day ahead. The walls were adorned with colorful murals depicting famous alumni and various school achievements, and the air was filled with the chatter of students and the sound of lockers slamming shut. They eventually reached the auditorium, where a long line of students snaked its way towards the stage.

"Here, take this," Miles said, handing Michiko a schedule. "I'll go get in line for you. Just stay here and find your homeroom." He gave her a quick nod before disappearing into the crowd.

Michiko glanced down at her schedule, feeling a little overwhelmed. She had classes like English, history, math, science,Spanish, and even an elective in Choir. She wasn't sure if she'd have time to explore her interest in street art with her busy schedule. Just then, a group of girls walked past her, giggling and whispering. "Did you see that new girl's hair?" one of them asked. "Another emo freak." They all laughed, and Michiko felt a pang of sadness. She wished she could fit in, but she knew that would be difficult with her unique appearance and fashion. Her uniform's tie was full of punk bands/artists she listened to with miles, and to top it all off a choker around her neck and black lipstick and lipgloss on her two toned lips.

As she continued to look around, she noticed a poster on the wall advertising an after-school club for anyone interested in street art. She made a mental note to check it out after school. Just then, she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Miles, returning from getting his schedule. "Hey, I got us both into the same spanish class. I'll help you out when you need it." He said with a grin. Michiko smiled back, grateful for his support.

They finally found their homeroom and took their seats. The teacher, Ms. Smith, was an older woman with graying hair and kind eyes. She welcomed them to the class and introduced herself before asking them to share something about themselves. When it was Michiko's turn, she hesitated for a moment, wondering how much to reveal. "Um, I'm new here, and I'm interested in street art," she said finally. Several students, including Miles, nodded in understanding. She walked back to her seat and sighed with relief. The class continued with a brief overview of the syllabus and assignments. Michiko was relieved to see that there were no exams or papers, just creative projects that would allow her to express herself though, if she only knew what she wanted to do.

During the break between classes, Michiko and Miles decided to explore the school further. They wandered through the hallways, admiring the artwork and taking in the energy of the place. "So, have you decided what club you wanna join?" Miles asked her, his voice tinged with curiosity. Michiko shook her head, still uncertain. "I don't know. I just want to find a one I like and make some friends." She replied, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Well you've got me and my mom to help you out, right?" Miles said, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "And the art club should be a good fit for you. There's even a bunch of kids who are new this year, so we can all sort of stick together." He smiled, his blue eyes twinkling with warmth. "Plus," he added, "I've been meaning to ask you about this, but have you ever thought about the bounty they've got you..oscorp I mean." Michiko felt her heart skip a beat. She knew what he was referring to. There had been several news reports about her escape from the metro a few weeks ago, and now with the NYPD looking top to bottom for her and her alone, she knew she couldn't stay hidden much longer.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the break and the start of their next class. As they made their way to their new classroom, Michiko couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She knew she had to be careful, but she also didn't want to miss out on the chance to make friends and explore her interests. Maybe the art club would be the perfect place for her after all. Maybe gym class would take her mind off of it. Maybe she could find some way to keep herself safe while also living a normal life.

She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the present moment. In the gymnasium, along with kids who wore the school's gym uniform alongs-side her, they were preparing for a game of dodgeball. The air was filled with laughter and energy as they picked their teams. Miles was on the opposite side, but he gave her a friendly wink and a thumbs-up before the game began.

The whistle blew, and the students scrambled to get into position. Michiko found herself surrounded by players from both teams, the red and blue balls whizzing past her head. She ducked and dodged, trying to stay out of harm's way while looking for an opportunity to score a point. As she ran, her eyes scanned the gymnasium, searching for any signs of danger. The game was intense, but it felt good to be a part of something, to be just another student at this school, if only for a little while.

But due to her excitement, black wings ripped through the back of the shirt, tearing it apart as her dark feathers sprouted from her back. In the commotion, she accidentally elbowed another student in the face, causing them to drop their ball. Before anyone could react, Michiko had snatched it up and threw it at another player on the opposite side, scoring a point for her team.

Miles looked at her in shock, his mouth agape. The other students gasped, their eyes wide with surprise and fear. Michiko's heart sank as she realized what had happened. Her dark wings were fully extended now, tearing through the fabric of her shirt and leaving feathers scattered across the gymnasium floor.

Before anyone could say or do anything, their gym teacher, Mr. Thomas, rushed over to them. "Michiko, what in the world is going on?" he demanded, his voice shaking with confusion and concern. She hesitated for a moment, trying to find the words to explain. But before she could speak, Miles stepped forward and put a protective arm around her shoulders.

"Run…Now." Miles whispered urgently to her. "I'll cover for you." Before she could protest, he gave her a gentle shove in the direction of the locker room. As she hurried down the hallway, her dark wings flapped behind her, carrying her through the air with ease. She could hear the commotion in the gym growing fainter with each step she took, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of panic rising in her chest.

Finally, she reached the safety of the girl's locker room. Slumping against the wall, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She knew that this was just the beginning; she couldn't stay hidden for long. But for now, she needed a plan.

She thought about her options: she could go to the states and try to blend in with the other people. Maybe she could find a place where she wouldn't be noticed, where she could live her life without fear. Or she could stay in Brooklyn and try to find a way to control her powers, to keep them hidden from the world and stay with Miles and Rio. It would be hard, but it might be possible.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she couldn't abandon Miles and Rio. They were her friends, and she couldn't just leave them to face whatever was coming for her. With a heavy heart, she decided that she would stay in Brooklyn and try to find a way to control her powers. It wouldn't be easy, but she couldn't shirk her responsibilities.

As she sat there, lost in thought, the locker room door swung open. It was Miles, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "Hey," he said softly, coming over to sit down beside her. "We need to get your out here."

Michiko looked up at him, her eyes filling with tears. "I can't just leave you or Ms. Rio, Miles. I can't abandon you guys to this."

He put a hand on her shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. "I know, but we can't just hide forever. We need to figure out how to deal with this. And we're stronger together. We'll find a way to make it work, okay? We'll be safe, and we'll keep each other close." His voice cracked slightly at the end, but there was a determination in his eyes that gave Michiko hope.

She nodded, wiping away her tears. "Okay," she whispered. "But…what about you? If people found out you and your mother have been keeping me…Oh god." The realization of what Miles and Rio could face hit her like a punch to the gut.

"Don't worry about us," Miles said, his voice firm. "We'll be fine. We'll figure it out together, just like we always do. Now, crawl out the window and I'll take you home. We'll come up with a plan there." He paused, searching her eyes for any sign of doubt. "You trust me, right?"

Michiko nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I do. I trust you both with my life."

He gave her a small, reassuring smile. "Then let's get you home." He helped her to her feet and led her to the locker room window. It was a tight squeeze, but with her wings, she was able to crawl out easily and onto the fire escape. Once she was safely outside, Miles joined her, and they made their way through the alleyways and backstreets of Brooklyn.

As they hurried home, Michiko couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. But she knew that she couldn't face it alone, and as long as she had Miles and Rio by her side, she knew they could weather any storm.

When they finally reached their apartment building, Miles paused outside the entrance and took a deep breath. "Okay," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "Here's the plan. You stay here, in your room. Don't answer the door for anyone unless it's my mother, got it?"

Michiko nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Got it. Just…be careful, okay?"

Miles smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon. And we'll figure this out together, I'll just need some help." He gave her a quick hug, then hurried off down the hall, his footsteps fading into the distance.

Alone in her room, Michiko paced back and forth, unable to sit still. She kept glancing out the window, watching for any sign of Miles or Rio. The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant sounds of traffic and the occasional shouts from neighboring apartments. She picked up the sound of the door opening and closing, Rio rushed inside her room checking for wounds or cuts on her face, body. She was relieved to see that she was okay.

"Miles?" Rio asked, her voice trembling. "Where is he?"

"He went out," Michiko replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "He said he needs some person's help.." Her voice trailed off, her eyes darting back to the window. "But I don't know who."

Rio's face clouded over with concern until she she knew where he was going, "Aaron…Ese chico está en problemas cuando llega aquí, maldita sea." She cursed under her breath. "We need to think of a plan. He's going to need all the help he can get."

They paced the room, trying to come up with a plan. Michiko felt helpless, her mind racing with every possible scenario. "We should call someone," she suggested, her voice barely audible. "The police, maybe?"

"And tell them what?" Rio countered. "That we have you here? They'd lock us up." She paused, thinking for a moment. "We have no choice but to wait for him to come back.."

The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Michiko tried to distract herself with television, but her mind kept drifting back to Miles. Finally, there was a knock at the door. Her heart leapt into her throat as she and Rio exchanged worried glances.

Rio took a deep breath and moved toward the door, her hand hovering over the doorknob. "Who is it?" she called out, her voice shaking.

There was no reply, but the knocking continued. Rio looked at Michiko, her eyes wide with fear. They both knew that Miles would never be that careless. Something was very wrong. With trembling hands, Rio unlocked the door and slowly pulled it open. It was Miles and his uncle Aaron. they walked in with food and placed on the kitchen table, Michiko ran to Miles and hugged him tightly, relieved to see him alive.

"Are you okay?" she whispered, her voice shaking.

Miles nodded into her shoulder. "Yeah, I'm good…we have a plan, my uncle is letting us stay with him and to help you blend in and defend yourself, since your a bounty now." He said, his voice reassuring. "So, eat up, and don't worry about anything. We'll get through this together." He patted her on the back before letting her go.

Michiko's stomach growled as she took a seat at the table, the aroma of the food filling the room. She looked up at Miles' uncle, Aaron, with newfound respect. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his face lined with experience and determination. His eyes were kind, but there was a steely glint in them that suggested he was not a man to be crossed.

As they ate, Rio filled Aaron in on what had happened, leaving out no detail. The older man nodded solemnly, his expression growing more grim with each word. "It seems like the people after you are willing to go to great lengths to get what they want," he said once she'd finished. "But don't worry, we'll make sure you're safe here."

The rest of the evening was spent discussing their plan of action. Aaron laid out a series of strategies to help keep Michiko safe and to prepare them for any potential threats. He also explained that they would need to travel light and be ready to move at a moment's notice. As the hours passed, the four of them grew closer, their shared experience forging a bond that transcended their previous acquaintance.

The next day, they rose early and set about making preparations to leave the city. They packed their belongings into a single bag, leaving behind any unnecessary items that might slow them down or draw attention.

As they were about to leave, Michiko turned to Miles, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for everything you've done for me, Miles. I don't know what I would have done without you."

He shrugged modestly, trying to play it off. "It's nothing, really. I mean, you're my best friend, aren't you? Of course I'd help you out." There was a pause, and then he added, "Besides, my uncle Aaron is a pretty cool guy. He's been through a lot, and he's taught me a lot about life. So, I figure he'll do the same for you- "

"THIS IS NYPD HAND OVER XJR-10 NOW!" came a voice over the speaker. A flashbang exploded nearby, blinding them momentarily. Michiko and Miles covered their eyes, wincing at the pain. When their, vision cleared, they saw Aaron had drawn his gun and was crouched behind a nearby car.

"Go, go, go!" he shouted, motioning for them to run. Michiko and Miles followed suit, sprinting down the alleyway. They heard gunfire behind them, but Aaron's expert marksmanship seemed to be keeping the cops at bay. They ran for several blocks, weaving in and out of alleys and side streets until they were sure they had lost their pursuers.

Finally, they collapsed onto a nearby bench, gasping for air. "Are you okay?" Michiko asked Miles, her voice trembling. He nodded, trying to catch his breath. "Yeah, I'm fine," he wheezed. "You?"

Aaron appeared a moment later, jogging up to them. "We've lost them for now," he said, sheathing his gun. "But we can't stay here. We need to find someplace safe to hole up until we can figure out what to do next."

Miles nodded in agreement, still trying to catch his breath. "Where do we go?" he asked.

Aaron looked around, considering their options. "There's an old friend of mine who owns a rooming-house in Jersey City. It's not the most luxurious place, but it's quiet and off the beaten path. We can hole up there for a while and figure out our next move." He glanced at Michiko and Miles, making sure they were both on board with the plan.

They nodded in agreement. Miles still looked shaken from the ordeal, but he seemed to trust Aaron's judgment. As they walked through the streets of New York, Aaron kept a careful eye out for any signs of trouble. Despite the danger they were in, he couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with these two young people and a mother. They were all in this together now, and they would need to rely on each other if they were going to make it through this alive. to be cont in pt 4!

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You Don't Even Know Me

My housemate @smartasspikachu got really into Danganronpa recently, so much so that she decided to make her own Ultimate: Agent Snake, the Ultimate Cryptozoologist. Before Art Fight I told her I'd help make a standing sprite for him, but I ended up falling behind and not being able to follow through. As an apology, I made a talent portrait as an attack instead. >:3c

I was on Team Stardust! Come check out my page for next year's fight!

[atqh16]

No, but please really. I need a modern au sasunaru fic of them being housemates but not getting along cause:-

“Your stupid snake tried to eat Gamabunta!”

“Once! And it’s cause your disgusting frog got into my room!”

“He’s a toad! And your snake gets out all the time!”

“His name is Aoda and he does not. He stays in my room cause your stupid cat tries to attack him otherwise”

“Kurama is just playing. He’s not even dangerous. He wouldn’t hurt a fly”

“He scratched me!”

“Cause you sprayed him in the face with a water bottle!”

“Because he keeps trying to attack Aoda!!!”

Look I just need to see these two boys having more realistic banter/argument/fights. Just being at each others throats. Just both of these boys being 17 and still have feral tendencies towards each other. Also Sasuke having a pet snake brings me life.